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1,225 | null | What Wesley Needed | "Wes," Dr. Beverly Crusher called to her son, "before you go to bed, I'd like to talk to you."
Wesley came out of the bedroom dressed in the short pajama robe like his hero, Captain Jean Luc Picard, wore. "Sure, mom, what is it?"
Beverly patted the empty section of the sofa. Wes sat down beside his mother. Before Beverly could say another thing, the door chime sounded.
"Come," Beverly and Wes said in unison. Deanna Troi, the ship's counselor, entered.
"Ah, Deanna," Beverly said, "you're here. Good. Have a seat."
Deanna sat down in a chair across from mother and son. Wes wished he hadn't chosen this robe to wear tonight. He was painfully aware that it showed a bit too much and that it would easily expose his growing erection caused by the sight of the beautiful counselor.
"Wes," Beverly began, "the captain told me about the latest incident involving a science project."
Wesley's heart sank. The last incident had caused the Enterprise to come under attack by the nanites, microscopic robots that were used for medical purposes. Beverly had scolded him and revoked his holodeck privileges for a month after that incident.
"Mom, I didn't think that there was any danger..."
"That's right, young man," Beverly scolded him, "you didn't think. If that antimatter had come in contact with the bulkheads, we would not be here right now. It's lucky that Data discovered the programming error and corrected it."
"Yeah, mom," Wesley muttered. He was humiliated. Here he was, a fully grown man of sixteen, being scolded like a child in front of his love goddess, Deanna Troi. He fervently hoped that Deanna wasn't here because she had discovered some of his holodeck programs that were devoted to her.
Beverly threw up her hands. "I just don't know what to do with you, Wesley. I've scolded, revoked privileges, and even had Lieutenant Worf speak to you. Nothing seems to work. And now Deanna tells me that you have a few rather, uh, unusual programs for the holodeck."
Wesley's heart hit his stomach. He had been found out. Deanna had discovered his programs, Troi-Striptease 1-20.
"Uh, I never did anything..."
"It doesn't matter, Wesley. You invaded Deanna's privacy by allowing a holodeck recreation of her to do a striptease for your pleasure."
Wesley just hung his head. There was no defense here. He wondered what they were going to do. At worst, they would probably ship him back to Earth for some psychiatric counseling.
"Beverly," Deanna broke in, "can I talk to you privately for just a moment."
Beverly just shook her head at Wesley. "Sure, Deanna." The both walked into Beverly's bedroom. Wesley couldn't hear through the door what was being said. He hoped that he wouldn't be shipped back to Earth. He loved being aboard the Enterprise.
The door to the bedroom opened and both women came out. "Wesley," Beverly addressed her son, "Deanna has just made two very fine suggestions."
She again sat down by Wesley and Deanna took the opposite chair. "First, since your mind and body are forcing you into sexual maturity, Deanna has agreed to teach you some basic things. It seems that your fantasy has come true, Wesley. I can't say that I'm comfortable with your sexual awakening, but I trust Deanna to guide you through it."
Wesley couldn't believe his ears. He was going to get to have sex with Deanna. It was a dream come true.
"Second, Deanna has also told me about a method of punishment that her mother used to use on her. I don't like doing it, but I'm afraid that I have no choice."
Wesley chewed on his bottom lip as his mother got up and went to the replicator. He wondered what she was going to do. Not that it really mattered anyway, he was going to get laid no matter what happened.
Beverly closed her eyes and steeled herself. "Computer, one ping pong paddle made of mahogany and one centimeter in thickness. No covering, just plain wood."
Wesley stared in open-mouthed horror. His mother was going to spank him. She had never hit him before (unless one counted the slap across his mouth when she had been under the influence of Ambassador Sarek's degenerating emotional control brought on by Bendii Syndrome). That hadn't really been her fault. But now she was going to consciously take a paddle to his ass. It was embarrassing.
Beverly walked over to the sofa, paddle in hand, and sat down beside Wesley. She grabbed Wesley by the wrist and pulled him across her lap. It really hurt her to have to do this. She had never struck Wesley (well, she did once, but she hadn't had any control over her actions). She was as embarrassed as her son. It was humiliating for her to have to do this to Wesley, who should be well past the stage of needing corrective measures.
Wesley's face turned an instant shade of red as he felt her tossing up the bottom of his short robe and sliding down his underpants. He was very aware of Deanna's eyes upon him as he was being subjected to this humiliation.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Wesley felt the tears freely rolling down his face. His poor ass was in a lot of pain from the sting of the paddle. His mother, for someone who never spanked him before, was certainly wielding it with brutal efficiency.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Beverly was crying as much as her son. She hated the fact that she had to cause him pain in this fashion, but she also knew that it was a lesson that he sorely needed.
"Be strong, Beverly," Deanna said, "One last set and then it's done."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Wesley bawled like a five-year-old. He was humiliated beyond all belief. He was crying and taking a spanking like a child. Worst of all, it was right in front of Deanna.
Deanna looked with satisfaction at Wesley's bright red ass. It was a tight and sexy ass, but she bet that it was a sore one now.
Beverly stopped her sniffling and let Wesley up. She paused a moment to dry her eyes. She then placed the paddle on top of the desk where Wesley would be sure to see it every day. Perhaps that would remind him of this experience. She hoped that she wouldn't ever have to do it again. "I'll be in Ten Forward for the next few hours," she said to Deanna. For one thing, she needed a drink. Secondly, it would give Deanna and Wesley time to... She stopped dwelling on that particular thought. She didn't like the thought of her son and her best friend having sex, but it really was a good way to teach Wesley some control. She quickly exited her quarters.
Deanna watched as Beverly left. She could sense that Wesley was embarrassed from his spanking and that Beverly was a bit perturbed about what was going to soon happen. She got up and moved over to the sofa. She began by massaging Wesley's tight buns in an effort to soothe some of the pain. Wesley stopped sobbing and began to take notice of the feminine touch on his sore backside. Soon his robe was on the floor and he was getting the best massage he had ever received. Deanna's fingers worked soothingly around his bottom and back. She even traveled down to his legs and worked the tension from them. The final act was to reach between his legs and gently rub his balls.
Deanna could easily pick up the emotional switch from pain and humiliation to sexual arousal. When her fingers began to caress his balls, she felt a jolt of instant titillation emanate from him. She knew that he was close to exploding his seed right into the cushions of the sofa. She gently rolled him over and took his hard cock into her mouth. It was like having a hot sausage in her mouth. It jerked and expanded many times. She gently rolled her tongue along the head of the sensitive cock. Wesley moaned in absolute pleasure.In under a minute, he exploded with such a force that the first two salvos of semen shot right to the back of her throat. She gulped noisily as he cried out in ecstasy. His cock continued to pump precious pearly precipitates of semen. His balls must have been loaded to the limit with semen. She figured that she had swallowed at least a quarter of a cup full of the salty juice. Either that, or this was his normal spending.
Wesley watched in fascination as the beautiful counselor gulped down every bit of his load without spilling a drop. He had once been given a blowjob by a willing young girl his age, but she had ended up with more on her chin and chest than she had swallowed. After that scene, she had refused to have anything to do with him. Oh well, it didn't matter. He was getting a good release now.
Deanna stood up and efficiently stripped out of her uniform. Wesley was transfixed by the sight. He stared at her womanly breasts and longed to kiss them. His eyes drifted down to the hairy patch of black hair that adorned her pussy. He could feel another erection beginning to grow. Deanna sensed his excitement at the sight of her naked body and turned around so he could see her bare ass. She knew that he stared at it any chance that he got, so she thought that he deserved a good show right now.
Wesley wept in gratitude at the sight of her sexy ass. He got up off of the sofa and crawled towards that piece of heaven. He planted kiss after kiss on the smooth skin. Deanna leaned forward and placed her hands on the table. Wesley followed the change in posture with growing excitement. Deanna spread her legs out to two shoulder-widths. Wesley's nostrils were suddenly filled with the musky scent of her wet pussy. He cautiously moved forward and began to lick at the wet opening.
Deanna moaned in pleasure as she felt his inexperienced but very satisfying tongue work all around her hungry lips. His tongue glided through the folds and suddenly brushed her clitoris. She jumped and moaned. He instantly drew back.
"Noooo," Deanna moaned. "That spot...keep licking at it."
Wesley returned to his place and began flickering his tongue across the small bump. He watched as her hips began to grind down upon his face and her body began to shake.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Deanna's arms flailed about and knocked a vase and a few data pads off onto the floor. A huge orgasm overtook her with thunderous force. Her legs began to spasm and her mouth opened to let out a series of words and phrases that caused Wesley to blush, even as he continued to flick his tongue at that special bump.
Deanna flopped face down against the table. Her breasts crushed up like two pillows that had fallen to the floor. Since the table was glass, Wesley got a really good view of her breasts spreading out as they were pushed into the table. He stood up and began to push his rock-hard cock into her sopping pussy.
"No," she said and stood up. Wesley felt his cock being bent upwards and then it fell out of that wonderful hole. He almost yelled in frustration.
"Not here," Deanna turned to him and gave him a deep kiss. "I want to be in a bed for your first time."
Deanna led him to his room. She seductively crawled into the bed, giving him a good view of her bottom wiggling as she negotiated the soft mattress. She turned over and spread her legs. He crawled up between those twin towers that were pointed to the side. He maneuvered his body up so that his mouth came into contact with a hard nipple. He licked and sucked at that wonderful breast for quite a long time. He constantly switched back and forth between the two identical beauties. Deanna let him explore her breasts for about twenty minutes, then informed him that breasts weren't the only pleasures that she was offering him.
Wesley surged forward and let his own nipples come into contact with hers. He looked back between his legs and carefully oriented his cock to her pussy. He slowly pushed forward and felt her lips expand and flow around his rigid cock. It felt so wonderful. It was almost like the time he had replicated a mink glove and masturbated. This was much better, though. He felt the soft hairs of her pussy tickle his cock as it pushed forward to its limit. He felt his balls settle into the crack of her spread ass. He just lay there, drinking in the sensation of being inside a woman.
Deanna felt his cock penetrating her. He had a good thick cock, so her pussy was forced to stretch in order to accommodate his size. It felt sensational. She felt like a virgin as her lips were forced wider than they had been used to spreading. It was in no way uncomfortable, just tight. She felt his cock glide along her wet channel until he had stuffed it all into her. She let out a couple of gasps as her pussy was forced to accommodate his large cock. It was hard to believe that he was only sixteen. His cock was going to make many women happy over his lifetime.
Wesley began to slide his swollen cock in and out of her slick shaft. Data had described sex as being a warm sheath into which one ejaculates. It was nothing as cold as that. It was incredible. His sensations increased when Deanna began to caress his shoulders and invite his tongue into her own mouth. He felt her hard nipples pushing into his own skin as he lowered his mouth to hers. It was great. He didn't feel any of the urgency that he had felt when she had given him a blowjob. He felt in control and could take his time and enjoy this excellent screwing.
Deanna could feel his confidence in himself as she began to move her hips to match his movements. Her legs circled around the backs of his thighs and she let her heels come to rest in the natural openings of the backs of his shins. She ground her hips against his thrusts to increase his pleasure. She paused only for a moment to guide him a little further up her body so that his cock brushed against her clitoris on every thrust and withdrawal. She felt the beginnings of another major orgasm beginning to build.
Wesley felt her body beginning to quiver beneath him. He felt her hands go from a caress of his shoulders to scratching at his buns. There was still more than a little pain from his spanking, but when her fingernails began to rake across his reddened ass, it drove him into a universe of sexual excitement. He increased the speed of his thrusts. This, in turn, caused her tremors and scratching to become more violent. She barked out in passion as an orgasm swept her over a cliff of sexual bliss.
Wesley was beginning to feel his own explosion mounting. He switched his thoughts from the beauty that was beneath him to his starship navigation assignment. That helped. He was able to quell his own feelings of urgency and continued to thrust into her sopping pussy.
Deanna felt his emotions shift into a neutral area, but it didn't matter. She felt another tremendous wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her and she again cried out in glee. She repeated his name about fifty times as her body shook violently from the force of the orgasm.
Wesley felt great elation when she began calling out his name. He had done it. He had fucked a beautiful woman so thoroughly that she was calling out his name in passion. Too late did he realize that his thoughts had shifted from assignments back to this monumental fuck. He felt the orgasm that he had eluded come slamming back to him with incredible force. His thrusts became frenzied and he felt his balls begin to tighten up in anticipation. He forced himself to hold back for another minute. The longer he held it in, the greater the feeling would be when it finally forced itself out. He suddenly felt the head of his cock swell to enormous size and begin coating her womb with his seed.
Deanna felt his cock expand and begin glutting her pussy with his large load. She watched his face as his expression changed from one of extreme concentration to orgasmic bliss. He roared as his balls forced the liquid load out through the small opening in his cock. He began to pump even faster. She felt another wave hit her and she was carried over the edge right along with him.
When she regained her control, she noticed that he had collapsed on top of her and was unconscious. She left him in that position for a long time. She just reveled in the feeling of his body as it pressed against her flesh. She could feel his cock softening within her. She let it go completely limp before she gently rolled him over to his side of the bed. She put her arm over his hairless chest and laid her head upon it. Soon sleep overtook her.
Beverly came back from Ten Forward. She paused inside the doorway long enough to make sure that Deanna and Wesley were not doing anything any longer. She entered her cabin and immediately noticed the vase and data pads on the floor. Had they made love right on the table? No, there was no sticky wetness on it. She wondered what had happened.
She passed Wesley's door and stopped. Should she? Yes, she thought that it might be advisable. She let the door slide open and she spied the two lovers laying side by side. Both were asleep. She saw that Deanna's pussy was still leaking her son's spendings. She saw the huge deposits that had pooled on her inner thigh and had begun to run down her leg and into the sheets. She knew from the reports on Wesley's physicals that he had the same condition that his father had been blessed with. He shot an enormous load. She remembered that she and Jack had wanted to avoid having children for a few years. Jack's enormous load had finally broken through her protection and had left Wesley firmly implanted inside her.She hoped that the extra booster she had given Deanna would be sufficient. She looked at her naked son. He had a huge penis. She had always allowed Dr. Selar to examine him out of respect for his privacy. She wished she had known sooner; she wouldn't have needed Deanna's help in this. Oh well, perhaps tomorrow night she would teach Wesley a few tricks herself. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/wesffm.txt |
1,226 | Simon Girty and [email protected] | The Taking of Troi | "Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7?"
"Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 seconds at current speed and heading."
Wonderful, sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alone in a scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, a Starfleet counselors' professional development conference. She grimaced and spoke again, "Computer, list available..."
Suddenly Troi stopped speaking; she felt something, a telepathic tingling of growing intensity. Something was wrong, she thought.
"Computer, scan sector. Is there anything there?"
" Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicate a D-7 class battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port. Do you wish to open hailing frequency?"
But Troi was no longer listening, for by now the tingling had become overwhelming. It was like a malevolent presence running amok inside her head. Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this. Instinctively gripping her head with both her hands, she struggled to make sense of it as the lights in the scuttlecraft blinked and disappeared, the result of a carefully aimed shot with a ship's phaser set on low power. With the scuttle's shields down, it was only a millisecond before the transporter beam locked on the struggling counselor.
As she materialized on the attacking ship, Troi was struck an almost physical blow as the intensity of the psychic sensation which had affected her on the scuttle increased a hundred times. She could not think. The sensations flooding into her mind simply overwhelmed her. The sensations were, she realized, directed at her specifically; it was composed partly of intense lust - the kind of lust she had so frequently experienced in the brief unguarded thoughts of a crewmember fantasizing about her. But here the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and mixed with raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. With great difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind's portal, to attempt to shut out the horrible feelings which were flooding into her open mind. While she could not close her mind to this horror, she could and did slow down the torrent of horrible feelings- feelings of pain and lust- flooding her mind. Slowly, Troi regained enough control to become aware of her surroundings.
What she saw was as terrifying as the sensations filling her mind. She saw that she was in a strange ship though the surroundings were familiar enough for her to recognize them as the mess deck of a Klingon warship. The smell was unmistakable. All around her were Klingons clad in their familiar black syntholeather, glaring at her with an intensity which was as frightening as the sensations of desire and hatred she sensed emanating from these men. There were dozens of them surrounding her silently, motionless except for the uniform hand movements as each man stroked his exposed cock. She was overwhelmed by the crude maleness of their urges and knew instinctively what they wanted of her.
"NO", She screamed, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!"
Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused by her resistance, they were in no mood to listen to her pleas. They advanced upon the defiant woman. Two of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully behind her back to force her to hold her still as another used his long knife to cut her Starfleet tunic. Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the oddly shaped blade invaded the counselor's low cleavage to rest in the deep valley between her breasts. The pink, very feminine garment opened easily at a touch of the long, sharp blade as the Klingon ran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she wore no bra, two large breasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from her fear. Her heavy cone-shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further enflaming them. The Klingon kept cutting the pink fabric, his blade traveling just above her flat, trembling stomach to her crotch. With a double slash to cut first her pants and then her panties, her dark bush was revealed to the watching Klingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered her vagina, hiding it- for the moment- from the hungry eyes of the Klingons. In their haste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her shoulders and back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they left the cowering woman as they stripped her of her pride and self-assurance along with her clothing. Each time Deanna felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her. She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel cut away her uniform to expose her slender, athletic body. One Klingon grabbed her left leg in his powerful hands and pulled it open to reveal her hair-covered cunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick, reddish outer lips of her cunt clearly visible through the dark forest of her cunt hair. The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear as well as shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled against the Klingons' strong hands. Never had she felt so powerless. It was a new sensation for the haughty Starfleet officer. Accustomed to holding the upper hand by virtue of her telepathic powers, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finally how much at the Klingons' mercy she was. Unfortunately, she knew that there was no mercy to be expected from Klingons. Only murmurs of "'IH" from the lips of the watching men as they pawed her now nude body.
"NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE ME ALONE YOU YOU ..ARE ..Ha"Dlbah!..ANIMALS!...Ha"Dlbah!.YOU..ARENUCH!..NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"BLJATH" E" YLMEV BE'!" ordered the largest of the men.
At this order, another man picked up her shredded panties and stuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man held her head still by gripping her long, dark hair in his fists, he secured the shredded panties in her mouth by using a strip of her destroyed uniform tied around her frantically shaking head. In a second the furious but now panic-stricken Troi had her arms also secured together behind her back with unbreakable plastic ties at her wrists and at her elbows. Then the males stood back to admire their handiwork. Deanna was left standing at the center of a circle of huge Klingon males with her hands tied and gagged with her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her own sex through her mouth. She was literally stamping her feet- her limbs left unbound- in fear and frustration. Her long dark hair flew around her face as she turned first one way then another in desperate search for a nonexistent escape. Her breasts swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the Klingons surrounding her.
Then the apparent leader, the man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet above the deck as he stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture of fear and anger were clearly visible. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto one of the mess tables. Stunned, Deanna lay sprawled on the cold metal, her vagina open and vulnerable. Still laughing, the Klingon followed the helpless woman onto the table, pinning her legs with his own as he searched for her cunt with his long, ridged cock.
Under normal circumstances, Deanna Troi's femaleness would have responded instinctively to the overwhelming maleness of the Klingon. Now that instinctive response was overwhelmed by the fear she felt as the Klingon's cock forced its way inside her cunt. The shock of the physical assault weakened her mental defenses, allowing a new flood of sensations into her mind, raping Troi mentally as well as physically.
She tried to protest through the gag, producing a muffled: "AHHH!...NOOOO!.......PLEASEEE...STOP...NOOO!"
Tears streamed from her wide, almond-shaped eyes as the long ridged cock filled her dry vagina painfully. Trapped against the table, Troi could only stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling her on his rigid cock. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts; they made her cone-shaped breasts move in a circle. Mindless sounds of fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Deanna lay there on the table suffering under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular Klingon.
"Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh..."
The huge Klingon ignored her pleas, mindlessly chanting "JEGH. BE'" as he beat her into submission with his cock.Deanna could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded; she could hardly breathe with the pounding the Klingon was giving her. Her cunt was being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The Klingon Leader's cock filled her, forcing the breath - almost the life - out of her. The feeling of his cock battering its way through her uterus seemed to Deanna's fevered mind to join with the sensations flooding her mind - feelings of impalement, of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to accommodate the huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agony seemed to go on forever for the trapped Starfleet officer. Finally, Deanna felt his cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with his seed. With an infinite feeling of relief, Deanna sensed him withdrawing his still hard cock from her abused cunt. Slowly, his weight left her.
Deanna's relief was short-lived. As soon as the first attacker had left her, another Klingon pressed her against the table and entered her cum-soaked, open cunt. More feelings of hate and lust from the new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon as his large Klingon cock entered her. He fucked her brutally - in the Klingon manner. But his rape was cruel even by his people's standards. He thrust his cock into her as if he meant to stab her through her heart with his cock, venting his hatred of the Federation into this one woman's body. Deanna was sure that he was tearing her insides to pieces, shredding the lining of her cunt despite the lubrication of the first Klingon's cum. Because of that cum, the Klingon's cock was making loud and wet, squishy sounds as he plowed into her open sex, embarrassing the reserved Deanna even now with the sheer sluttiness of the sound. Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Troi. Finally, he lifted Troi in his muscular arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Using his immense strength, he moved her up and down on his cock, letting her own weight drive his cock into the moaning woman. Deanna tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split in two by his cock. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filled her with his cock, using her cunt like a fist to masturbate himself with the helpless Betazoid. Screaming, her breasts flying from the force of his fucking, Troi was impaled upon the Klingon's cock as the others cheered. When he too was finished and had filled her with his huge load of cum, he threw her back onto the table and the cock of the next Klingon.
Again and again a Klingon cock filled her cunt as changing sensations of her attackers' hate and lust filled her mind. Soon the exhausted Troi lay on the table, her cunt open and dripping streams of thick, Klingon cum onto the tabletop. Her eyes glazed and confused, she could only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated rapes. Her attacker paused only for a moment to explore her stretched, cum-sloppy cunt with his large hand before choosing her still virgin asshole instead. He flipped her over onto her stomach and pried her asscheeks apart with his huge hands to stare at the tiny star of her asshole. Then, to the cheers of his companions, he used his thumbs to open that tiny hole and force the large, blunt head of his cock into that tiny opening. As Troi screamed, he forced himself into her ass channel inch by painful inch until his large cock was halfway into her. Troi's mind was overwhelmed by the pain, it seemed as if a cock the size of a proton torpedo was forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart. The Klingon forced himself further into her ass channel, opening her asshole to fit his arm-sized cock. She felt the wiry hair of his crotch press against her asscheeks. He was totally inside her now; Troi could not believe that his huge cock was inside her tiny asshole even though the intense pain of her stretched asshole told her differently. He was filling her, making it difficult to even breathe, especially with the gag still in her mouth. As she desperately gasped for breath, another Klingon tore the strips of cloth from her face, allowing Troi to spit out the gag and suck in a lungful of air. Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to breathe, a large erect cock forced its way in. Troi initially gagged on the Klingon's cock. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to open a passage for his cock, forcing her mouth open as he pushed his cock deeper into her, the head of his cock battering against the opening of her throat. The two Klingons worked in tandem. As one impaled her ass, the other Klingon thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her between them and simultaneously subjecting her to the overwhelmingly obscene thoughts coming from both their minds. Troi could not resist; she could only lie between the two Klingons, battered physically and mentally, cum already dripping in streams out of her raped vagina.
After the first pair had deposited their thick loads of warm, gray cum in her open mouth and asshole and withdrawn, a second pair of attackers took their places. Deanna could feel the slimy cum coating her throat and burning the taste buds in her mouth. Her face was forced into the new Klingon's crotch, gagging her as his large cock filled her mouth. Her anal passage burned with a fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the Klingons sodomizing her. Klingons only knew one way to fuck, she thought helplessly; their idea of sex differed from their concept of battle only in their choice of weapons. Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into the Klingon's hairy crotch as he used her long dark hair to control her, fucking her face as if it were a Klingon cunt. Her thick, red lips were stretched and stained redder than ever with her own blood as a result of the battering he was giving her face. The waiting Klingons could actually see the head of his cock moving down her throat, expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced its way down her gullet. She felt other hands now; hands running over her breasts and weighing them, squeezing them, even trying to crush them with strong, callused fingers as their companions raped her two open, cum-dripping holes. Throughout it all, feelings of hate and lust flooded her mind as she was literally split wide open by the Klingons' cocks filling her body.
As the Klingon using Troi's mouth delighted in the wet, caresses of her tongue on the underside of his cock and the pressure of her throat on his cockhead, his companion enjoyed the tightness of Troi's ass. Now, after several sodomizations and the coating of her ass chute with their cum, her back passage was slick and open - though still far smaller than the width of the cocks plundering her nether hole. The males howled their war cries as they rutted into her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as Troi screamed and moaned helplessly under them.
As the others enjoyed the body of the captive Federation Officer, the erstwhile leader of the Klingons stood to the side swilling a Romulan ale, the second benefit of this job to his mind. He watched carefully to ensure that no one ran amok, as rutting Klingons were wont to do. The sight of her helpless body being impaled by two cocks caused his cock to stir again. He stared transfixed at her face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes found his, pleading for help. He smiled at the begging eyes, enjoying the sight of the proud officer's degradation and shouting encouragement as the Klingon raping her mouth used her long, cum-specked hair to pull her face onto his cock, driving her face into his cock hair. As Troi suffocated in the wiry forest, the second Klingon drove her face even deeper into the Klingon's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her open ass.
Klingon after Klingon attacked her soft white body, repeatedly using her asshole, her cunt, and her mouth while still others pawed her nude body. All three holes dripped streams of cum as she lay there helplessly under their attacks. Her stomach was full of the foul-tasting scum which she had been forced to gag down in order to breathe. Her lips and chin were covered with it and it coated her mouth, making the strong, feral taste of Klingon cum an overwhelming part of her consciousness. Rivers of the gray stuff ran from her open cunt and asshole and down her legs to collect on the cold metal mess table. Deanna lost all concept of time; she could only concentrate on trying to endure as she was assaulted mentally and physically by countless males. To her fevered mind, the attack seemed to go on forever. She passed in and out of consciousness, floating in a sea of cum and pain until suddenly she realized that the cocks were no longer inside her. They had finished with her. Gratefully, she drifted off into a senseless sleep.
But she was not allowed to sleep. A foot was pressing against her swollen, sore cunt, and a voice tried to penetrate her dazed mind. A female voice.
"Wake up you Betazoid slut! I want you to see what is going to happen."
Troi painfully opened her eyes to see a mirage. "Yar," she thought out loud, "no, it cannot be you; you're dead."
"No, Slut! I am not Yar, and I am not dead! Though soon all your friends on the Enterprise will be dead."
Troi slowly realized that the woman before her was Sela, Yar's half-Romulan daughter. The same slender but muscular body and the same fine blonde hair she had found so fascinating about her mother, but with the pointed ears and hard eyes of the Romulan soldier.
"What do you mean? What about the Enterprise?"
"It is coming here... to save you, slut. Only there will be a surprise waiting for it. Four of our cloaked warships waiting just inside the border to destroy it when it crosses over into our territory looking for their poor kidnapped counselor."
"They know I'm here?" Troi asked, her mind confused even though she could sense no deception in the woman's mocking words.
"Oh, they will soon. We've sent the signal. I'll show it to you on the monitor later."It's a recording of your rape by the Federation-hating Klingon renegades who make up this crew. The losers in their civil war, thanks to the Enterprise. That interesting sight should bring Picard running, don't you think? Even though he'll know that the signal comes from inside the Neutral Zone, he'll still feel compelled to come, won't he. It's that damned sense of compassion you humanoids have, isn't it.
Troi knew that the Romulan was not lying. The Enterprise was going to be lured into a trap because of her. And worse, she realized, her friends on the Enterprise would see her rape. The sense of humiliation that came over her as she realized that made her body shudder.
"Now, while we wait, let's have a good time. You know the Duras sisters, I believe - Lursa and B'Etor. I didn't want them in our little video, but there's no reason they cannot have their fun now. Is there, lovers?"
Lursa - the elder sister - used her foot to turn Troi on her back. She straddled the cowering woman as Lursa unzipped the syntholeather crotch piece from her black uniform, exposing her hairy cunt to Troi's fearful gaze. Slowly, she sat down, her cunt hair covering Troi's face as she ordered, "EAT ME, YOU FEDERATION WHORE!"
Sela kissed the taller, more muscular B'Etor, and then knelt by Troi's legs.
"Did you realize that the Federation English word for happiness and the Klingon word for torture are spelled the same - J.O.Y.? Oh, of course you did; you Betazoids know everything, don't you. Well, do you know what a Klingon pain stick feels like?"
As she finished speaking, the Romulan put the end of the metal cylinder to Troi's abused cunt and triggered it. Despite the weight of the Klingon woman sitting on her face, Troi's body arched upward, nearly throwing Lursa off her.
"AWHHHH.....OHHHHH!", Troi screamed.
"NOW YOU SLUT, EAT HER! HARD... DO IT HARD..BITE HER SLUT!"
Frantically, Deanna reached out with her tongue to lap at the hairy, strong-smelling cunt of the Klingon, searching for the little finger-size clit which she knew was hidden in the hair. Quickly, she found it, and set about caressing it with the flat of her tongue, all the while trying to ignore the strong, almost feral, taste and stink emanating from the cunt of the big Klingon woman. As Troi serviced her sister, B'Etor positioned herself behind Lursa. She used the fingers on one hand to spread Troi's cum-encrusted, swollen cunt lips. Slowly she inserted the fingers of her other hand, spreading the red lips with increasing force until her whole hand - covered in a fingerless, black glove with large metal studs - was inside the Betazoid's once small cunt opening. With an evil smile, B'Etor formed her large hand into a fist and, using her strong arm muscles, began to piston her fist back and forth inside Troi. In a moment, she was fisting the captive Starfleet Officer with all her considerable strength, making Troi's smooth stomach bulge with each awful punch as the fist shredded the remains of her womb. The watching Sela stared at the dual, lesbian rape. Then she slowly traced the tip of the pain stick up Deanna's torso to the erect, elongated nipple of her left breast.
"I said BITE HER CLIT, YOU BITCH! Klingons like it rough!", sneered the blonde Romulan as she pressed the pain stick deep into the woman's breast and pressed the "on" button.
"Captain, We have a message arriving with Counselor Troi's prefix."
"Very well, Mr. Worf. Probably wants to tell us how much fun she is having at her conference. Put it on viewscreen.", replied the Captain in a resigned voice.
In an instant a bigger-than-life Troi occupied the viewscreen. The nude woman had obviously been gang-raped; she seemed to be dripping great streams of cum out of all three of her holes. Troi was surrounded by a forest of erect cocks jutting out of black uniforms - Klingon cocks. The only sounds were the Klingon sounds of lust - low and deep - and the counselor's faint moans as she gagged on a huge, Klingon cock. Her face clearly conveyed the agony and degradation she was experiencing, an impression increased as the camera panned in until the counselor's cum-smeared, bruised, cock-filled face filled the wide screen, her huge brown eyes pleading with them for help.
"Captain", said Commander Data, "This does not appear to be a Starfleet conference."
"I can see that, Mr. Data! Thank you for again stating the obvious!", grunted the annoyed Captain as he tugged at his uniform jacket. "What can you tell me that I cannot see for myself?"
"The transmission is coming from INSIDE the Neutral Zone, Sir."
"Hmm. Captain!", Shouted the horrified Commander Riker, "We must do something!"
"Quite Right, Number One." Said Picard, "Make a note. No more long trips in shuttlecraft. Everytime someone does that, this is the sort of thing that happens. Romulans kidnapping people, the time continuum getting screwed up... I wouldn't stand for it any longer."
"But Sir..Deanna?"
"Oh, her!" mused Picard, "Well Number One, I always found her very... annoying; never liked her. Always droning on about "I sense no deception" and such dribble. Useless... And that Mother of hers! She's certainly not worth risking war over. Leave her where she is. It looks as if she has finally found a position which suits her." | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/taketroi.txt |
1,229 | Joshua A Laff | Star Trek - The Nude Generation | "Captain's Log - stardate 42193.2. We are currently en route to the Smegma system where we have a scheduled rendezvous with the Star Cruiser Rocksoff. There, we will be taking aboard Mrs. Coxonna Try and Dr. Leah Brahms who are both returning to Starbase 69."
Meanwhile, Chestly Crusher is alone in his mother's quarters browsing through the latest issue of 'Girls Over 40'. "Oooooh," he moans as his self-service intensifies. His stroking becomes faster, his grip tighter, his member rock-hard. Suddenly an intense rush of pleasure sweeps over him... as does a stream of his cum. "Yuck! Damn! I can't believe I did that again." Wiping himself off with his mother's towel, he stows the magazine under his bed. He finds himself exhausted and lays down to rest.
Ten-Forward is relatively quiet. Guynone is behind the bar having a philosophical conversation with Whoref. "What I'm saying, Whoref, is that I just don't feel attracted to men." He moves back slightly on his stool, "I don't understand. That is unnatural. There must be something wrong with you." Guynone recognizes the emphasis placed on "wrong."
"Listen, Whoref, don't be so quick to judge what you don't understand. I realize you Klingons consider yourselves the 'Studs' of the galaxy, but some species prefer a soft touch to the hard, barbaric pounding you have to offer."
"You wouldn't know anything about what I have to offer!" Whoref snaps back. During his rebuttal, Whoref pulls down the lower portion of his uniform, revealing the extent of his Klingon heritage. Guynone's eyes bulge out of their sockets. "Damn!" she says, "Seeing that reminds me of 'The Color Purple'!"
"Hot Chocolate," Doyouwanna's voice coos at the replicator in her cabin. Her patient, a newly acquired Ensign, sits nervously.
Doyouwanna slides back into her chair, cupping the warmth of her drink. "Now, Ensign Onya, I sense a great need inside you," she begins. The young girl lifts her head. She is shy and quite beautiful. "Oh no, Doyouwanna, there is nothing inside me now. I took it out before our appointment."
Doyouwanna smiles at the girl's naivete. "What I meant was that I get the feeling you desire something you've never had before." The Ensign's eyes immediately break contact from Doyouwanna's. "Oh God, she knows!" Onya thought to herself.
Without another word, Doyouwanna slips out of her chair, moving towards the Ensign. Before Onya can blink, Doyouwanna is kneeling in front of her. Her body feels charged with energy as Counselor Try strokes her creamy thighs. "You're very beautiful," Doyouwanna's voice causes a shiver up Onya's back. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
Without thinking, Ensign Onya begins to disrobe. Her innocent blue eyes sparkle off her milk-white skin. Her breasts break free of the snug Starfleet uniform and into Doyouwanna's mouth, causing an instant moan.
Ensign Onya sprawls back onto the couch, now completely naked. The Counselor begins the Betazoid tongue taste test between Onya's legs. Her love box is completely wet and ready, but Doyouwanna is making her wait. The inexperienced Ensign begins to buck in anticipation as Doyouwanna's fingers move up and down her inner thighs, each time as if they might make contact with her vagina, but veering away at the last moment.
Finally, the Counselor's fingers make contact with Onya's clitoris. At first, the Ensign is thrusting wildly, but she soon engages a rhythmic motion like a well-oiled machine. Onya's shy, timid nature is unapparent as her moans turn to screams of pleasure. "Oh, YES! YES! HARDER! MORE!" The ship's computer responds, "Please restate request." "FUCK ME YOU HOT BITCH! AHHH OHHHHHH!"
The turbolift was pungent with the smell of forbidden lust. Captain Dickhard and Commander Rideher stepped in. Rideher took a deep breath. He did everything deep. Dickhard was mildly upset at the odor. "When are these people going to stop using the turbolift for quick encounters? This ship is the size of a country, and yet people still want to 'do it' in the elevator!" "I think, sir," Rideher interjects, "that they all want to join the 'Billion Mile High' club." Dickhard's brow rises, "That's no excuse." The doors opened onto the bridge, and the two step out.
"Status, Master Beta," Dickhard beckons. Master Beta responds instantly with a clear, pleasant tone. "I am equipped with a 12-inch penis designed for maximum pleasure and penetration. My testicles are modeled after..." "Enough, Beta! I was referring to the status on board this ship." Dickhard was more aggravated now. Master Beta twitched his head in thought and began again. "Sorry, sir. The status on board the ship is normal. A breakdown of recent activity reveals 1024 persons aboard ship. 893 were participating in some sort of sexual encounter. 501 involved vaginal penetration, 356 were oral, 28 were anal, 7 were masturbation, 1 was with a house pet. Of the humanoid encounters, 445 were with members of the opposite sex and 125 homosexual..." "BETA! Please!" Dickhard was now beyond aggravated, he was downright horny!
"What's this?" Chief O'Guyin looks up at his new wife serving breakfast for the first time. "Sushi" was the innocent reply. "Oh, God Kinko, if I wanted to smell raw fish in the morning, I'd stick my head between your legs!" "Miles!" her tone rose slightly. "OK, OK," Miles calmed down, "I'll eat it." Before Kinko could blink in apology, her pants came ripping off, and she was tossed backwards onto their dining table. O'Guyin's tongue 'fished' its way in and out of the oriental love slit, sending Kinko into a blinding ecstasy. So intense was the feeling that she knocked over her bowl of rice. The sensation emanating from her pussy sent shivers up her entire body like waves of electricity. She grabbed her husband's head as it bobbed up and down, making sure he wouldn't stop. She began to moan softly, "oooooh." The pleasure intensified her voice steadily until it reached a feverish pitch, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH" her orgasm jolted her body in spasms. Her hands, now gripping tight around her husband's head, sent it up and down with her pumping hips. Unfortunately for Chief O'Guyin, this meant his face was smashing into the edge of their table. "OW, OW, OW, OW" he grunted. It was over as quickly as it started.
Kinko relaxed, and a calm swept over her body as she sighed in satisfaction. Chief O'Guying was holding his chin, looking in the medicine cabinet. "Kinko?..." Miles waited for a response. "Ummm" was the only sound she could mutter. "I've got to get to my post. I'll see you later, darling." He kissed her forehead. As he was almost out the door, he turned, "You know I've always wondered why I'm hungry an hour after I eat you?"
Holodeck 3 looked like an engineering lab. Lieutenant Geordi TheLarge was conversing with his female-generated image. "Dr. Brahms, we are in a crisis situation, I need your help." "No, Geordi," the voice was soft and inviting, "What you mean is that I'm a tramp meant to serve as your personal sex slave. To perform whatever disgusting, perverted act your filthy mind can dream up. To submit my young, perfect body to your need for flesh... Right!" Geordi responded innocently, "Well, that's another way to put it." The holodeck creation then blinked her lashes over her beautiful round, dark eyes. Her lips revealed a smile. The kind that causes an instant hard-on, and it did. "God," he said out loud to himself, "to think I'm actually going to meat... I mean meet you. Exit!" The holodeck door revealed itself like reality cutting into a dream. Geordi walked out, hoping the bulge between his legs would subside quickly.
"We have reached our destination, Captain." Beta's voice was neutral as usual. "Thank you, Master Beta, hold position." Dickhard touched his communicator located directly over his genitals. "Bridge to transporter room, are we ready to beam the passengers over?" "Uh, Ow! Stop trying to pull, it's stuck!" came the reply to a bewildered Captain Dickhard."Is everything all right, Chief O'Guyin?"
"Uh, sorry..." a grunting sound accompanied the words. "We are ready, sir. AHHHHHHHH!" Rideher interrupts, "What the hell is going on down there!?"
"Sorry, Commander. My wife was just visiting me. Kinko dear, please take the anal intruder kit back to our room, I've got work to do. Don't worry, we'll get it out later."
Captain Dickhard was feeling unusually frustrated as he turned to Commander Rideher. "Not only do I have to put up with Mrs. Try being aboard," he spoke softly, "but my transporter officer is on duty with a dildo up his ass! My God, Will, I feel like I'm losing respect." "Oh, don't worry, sir," Rideher comforted, "we'll still respect you in the morning."
The familiar hum of the transporter preceded the sparkling materialization of three figures. Mrs. Coxonna Try stood out because of the Betazoid tradition of travelling naked. Mr. Hung, her personal manservant, towered almost to the transporter ceiling. He, however, was not naked. Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms, a super-intelligent (and a superbly shaped) engineer. She was just stepping off the transporter when Geordi TheLarge entered the room. "Dr. Brahms, welcome aboard the Enter-Prize, I'm Lieutenant Commander Geordi TheLarge," he said cordially as he extended his hand. Unbeknownst to everyone except Geordi, something else had also extended itself.
The doorway parted again, and in walked Doyouwanna. "Greetings, mother, how are you?" Coxonna stepped off the pad exuberantly, hugging her daughter. "Oh, I'm just wonderful, dear. Now, where is that cute Captain of yours?" her eyes darted about the room. "Please, mother, Captain Dickhard is very busy. I'm sure he'll welcome you aboard later." Coxonna smiled as her eyes widened, "And I will reciprocate by welcoming him aboard my vessel, too!"
Captain Dickhard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the door sounded. He responded commandingly as usual, "Come." Dr. Cleverly Crusher entered. "Good morning, Long-Luc, how are you?" Her tone was so pleasant that the Captain actually felt better, even though he hadn't felt bad before. They both stood for a long moment, each immersed in their own thoughts about the other.
Cleverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her shoulders. Its texture looked as soft as silk, and it was. The zipper on her shirt was at its lowest possible position, revealing two soft, ripe mounds pressing hard against each other. The line between them was almost more inviting than the breasts themselves. Her waist curved like an hourglass, her hips rounded and continued onto legs that any man would die to have strapped around him.
Even though Long-Luc had only recently woken up, his appearance was more than acceptable to Cleverly. After all, there was no hair to mess up. His head reminded her of the tip of a penis. And what a penis he had. It had gone where no one had gone before, over and over. But it was more than his body that turned her on. More than his firm but soft chest. More than his tight, French butt. It was his gestures, his attitude, his very controlling nature that showed through his face. And this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly ritual.
Long-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Cleverly licked a Danish. It was obviously an erotic gesture designed to excite Long-Luc. He seemed not to notice, but Cleverly knew better. She began the conversation, "You've been a naughty boy, Long-Luc." His eyes looked up from his tea, but his mouth was still pressed against the rim. "How so?" Cleverly smiled with the face of an angel. She reached to her side with speed faster than warp 9. Her smile remained the same as she produced a black whip. Captain Dickhard's eyes widened. Still in his robe, he pushed out his chair with a single body motion. The teacup was hastily placed on the saucer as he turned to run. Cleverly was already standing near the door. Long-Luc dashed for the bathroom but collapsed without warning. Cleverly moved forward leisurely, almost sauntering. "I spiked your tea, Captain," two quick giggles followed. Her soft smile faded to a look rivaling Hitler's. She stood over the Captain like a conqueror while calling into the air, "Computer, open cabinet 'C'." The cabinet door slid aside, revealing a myriad of masochistic paraphernalia. Everything from leather underwear to spiked bracelets was represented. Captain Dickhard was sleeping like a tranquillized animal.
When he awoke, he was bound to his bed, adorned in the accoutrements of cabinet 'C'. His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black leather. Spiked bracelets bound his legs and arms to secure points with chains. Leather underwear may have been uncomfortable, but it was covering his genitals. A two-inch thick spiked necklace completed the package.
Cleverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit. The only difference besides the items was the texture. Long-Luc's were thick and hard. Cleverly wore soft, thin leather. Her high black boots complemented her long legs. She wore blue leather shorts with a blue top that encircled her breasts, allowing them to show completely. Black leather gloves covered her hands, one of which was still holding the whip. She glanced down lovingly at Long-Luc. Her breath was full and slow, allowing her full, round breasts to heave in a motion that would drive half the galaxy wild.
"Don't worry, Captain," she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit." A pause followed as she brought forth a whip. "Ha!" she completed her thought, "Like hell it won't!" The sharp sound of leather cracking echoed through the cabin like a bullet.
"What is it, Master Beta?" Rideher stood motionless, staring at the main viewscreen. "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir. There is one Borg alive, four others have ceased functioning." Rideher thought for a moment. "Ensign Douche - continue scanning for any Borg rescue ships. Whoref - you will be part of my away team. Master Beta - you have the bridge. Mr. Crusher - maintain standard orbit... and put that magazine away!"
Rideher tapped his communicator as he and Whoref rode the turbolift. "Dr. Crusher to transporter room three."
Long Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air. The mist was an Andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists. As soon as she heard Rideher's voice, Cleverly's head snapped up as if someone had sneaked up behind her. Her hair tossed elegantly, revealing a beautiful, but somewhat sinister face. She was panting, and not without reason. She sighed in disappointment, then dismounted Captain Dickhard. "Damn, I was almost there," she whispered aloud as she rushed to put her Starfleet uniform on. Dashing to the bathroom for a moment to check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do before leaving. At the cabin door, she turned to the Captain, still chained to the bed, "Don't go away," a snigger followed as she proceeded out into what seemed like a blinding light, even though it was only the corridor. As the cabin doors closed, a puff of purple mist escaped, along with a cry for help, "Get me out of...."
"What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still beautiful, but also quite angry as she addressed Geordi TheLarge. "Well, sometimes in the field, we are forced to try new ideas," was the calm rebuttal. "Speaking of which," Geordi continued, "would you like to get together for dinner in my cabin later? I make a great Moon-jelly." The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised smile replaced it. "I love Moon-jelly."
Sickbay had a new tenant in the form of an injured Borg. Dr. Crusher hovered over the alien, tending to the wounds. Commander Rideher and Whoref stood back, arms folded, eyes piercing down at their enemy.
"That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled. "What is it, Doctor?" Rideher was curious. "This Borg," she replied, "is very readily equipped." "How so?" Whoref interjects. "This area of his body seems to be dedicated to sexual gratification. These five pockets contain all types of condoms," Dr. Crusher presses a pocket which opens up, "Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughs, realizing her company, and presses the item back into the pocket. Her tone once again becomes professional, "The electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli. I wonder what this red one is for..." as she presses the button, a protective panel in the Borg's uniform mechanically swings out. What swings out next causes all three to drop their jaws wide open.
"He, e, e, es Huege!" Cleverly's voice is scratchy with surprise. Rideher closes his mouth and replaces his look of awe with a look of disgust, "Great, we've captured Huege, the wonder stud!" Whoref, always thinking of security, turns to Rideher, "I'm not sure if we have a holding cell big enough for both of them, sir." Rideher looks back sarcastically, "Just confine him after the doctor is through, Whoref."
Geordi TheLarge's quarters are dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air. A quaint table is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the center containing the main dish, Moon-Jelly. Geordi, anticipating the evening's events, dances back and forth, making sure everything is just right.
The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's face. "Come in," his voice is friendly and confident. The doors slide open. Dr. Brahms hesitates due to the low light. "Commander TheLarge?" "Over here, I set the lights low for an intimate dinner." She makes her way into the room. Her eyes begin to adjust when she notices the table. "It looks wonderful, you really didn't have to do this. I'm sorry I yelled at you this afternoon." "Hey, no problem, doc. Please sit down, everything is ready."
Leah smiles as she nibbles on some cheese. Geordi looks on, amazed that anyone could be so desirable.Her face gestures as she eats are so lovely. He stares, inspired by her beauty, he can just picture his cock stuffed in her mouth instead of the cheese.
Suddenly, he snaps out of his daydream, "What, Leah?" She repeats herself with a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?" "Oh," he appears relieved at an easy question, "I used a version our replicator had. I remember thinking of you in particular while making it." Geordi lifts the lid off the pot to reveal a bubbling mess of rancid gelatin. Both their faces became sour with the sight and smell which had been contained by the lid.
"Computer!" Geordi yells out, "What did I ask the replicator to make for dinner?" "You requested KY-Jelly, boiled," was the placid response. "Oh shit," the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice.
Ms. Coxonna Try was streaming down the hall. Coming the other way almost as fast was Chestly Crusher whose bridge duty had recently finished. He had stopped by his mother's cabin and was on his way to the holodeck when... BAM! Coxonna Try fell to the floor in a daze. Opposite her, the young Mr. Crusher was shaking his head as he sat up to see what he had run into. Coxonna shuffled over to see if he was alright when she slipped on a magazine. Chestly tried to grab it away but it was too late.
A short silence ensued as Coxonna perused the magazine. It seemed like eternity to Chestly who was trying to think up excuses. Coxonna didn't give him the chance to speak. "Hmmm, over 40, you have very good taste my young friend." She was now looking at Chestly in a whole new way. Chestly opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Ms. Try was on her feet and had pulled him up as well. "It is obvious, young man," Coxonna's tone was authoritative, "that you have a serious problem..." then she whispered into his ear, "and I intend to help." Before he could ponder her meaning, she yanked his arm, jolting his body down the hall like a small boat in tow.
"aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHH, UH!" Captain Dickhard looked at his hand in relief after he finally managed to free himself from bondage. A few minutes later, he was dressed in his standard uniform and on his way to the bridge, his step was brisk, his attitude dignified.
The turbolift doors opened. Captain Dickhard stepped onto an empty bridge. His brisk steps came to an instant halt as the reality sank in. His eyes darted around the room a few times, attempting to locate anyone else. He slowly walked down the ramp to the center of the room.
"Computer," the familiar electronic trickle followed, "current location of Commander Rideher." The near monotonic response was immediate, "Commander Rideher is in Ten-Forward." Dickhard continued the queries, "Current location of Master Beta." "Master Beta is in Ten-Forward." "Current location of Counselor Try." "Counselor Try is in Ten-Forward." "What the hell...?" the Captain whispered to himself. The pace returned to his step as he proceeded to the turbolift.
The guest quarters of Coxonna Try were filled with the sounds of animal passion. Two figures embraced naked on the bed. Chestly was thrusting his penis into Ms. Try over and over. His movement was so filled with pent-up frustration that the bed threatened to detach from the wall. Coxonna's hands held on to Chestly's soft boyish, thin hips as he moved back and forth. His expressions continually changed, the look of surprise washing over his face with each re-entry.
Chestly moved his hands onto Coxonna's well-developed, heaving breasts. The feeling was so good he came immediately. Despite what most would consider a sexual conclusion, he didn't miss a beat. Ms. Try was well-preserved for a woman of her age, and Chestly knew it. His eyes swept over her curves, the signs of age just beginning to set in excited him even more. He tilted his head down and watched as his red-colored cock, fully covered with twat juice, glided in and out of what had been his ultimate fantasy. The sight of her vaginal hairs parting for his intruder caused him to whip his head up and let out a loud moan. He could feel his cum streaming into her. Coxonna too, became excited at the sight of the young, undeveloped boy. But more enticing was the reactions she was producing from him.
Now, with bodies pressed against each other, the pace had slowed, but the pleasure intensified. Coxonna felt every part of Chestly on her, and in her, "Ohhh, it feels sooo gooood," she whispered softly. She moved her hands from his hips to his ass, "God it is so young and tight," she thought to herself. Her mouth began to kiss his neck. The young Ensign was learning the subtle touches that produced massive reactions as he came again. All Betazoids had orgasms each time her partners did, and Ms. Try was no exception. She was being drained with each excretion, but she was loving every minute of it...
The hallway was quiet except for the scuffing sound of Captain Dickhard's shoes against the rug. The large wooden doors of Ten-Forward slid open as the Captain prepared to discover the attraction of this part of his ship. Long-Luc stopped dead in his tracks as a naked couple fell out onto the floor, the support of the doors now gone.
Long-Luc's eyes glided over the couple into the room. The dark lighting made it difficult to make out detail, but it was the sounds emanating from the bar that gave away the nature of the festivities. A blending of voices, all moaning in orchestral harmony echoed into the hall.
"Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhh..YesssUmmmmmmOhekkkAAAAhuhuhuh,Uh,UH!..." the sounds streamed on as the Captain finally collected his thoughts. "My God!" was all he could say at first, but at least in his usual 'Captainly' tone. He was about to venture into the room when Guynone appeared at the door facing him. She was completely naked except for her cosmic hat. Her expression was calm and peaceful as usual. "Damn, why doesn't anything unnerve her?" the Captain thought to himself. "Hello, Captain," she said as if everything was normal. "Guynone," Long-Luc began with a controlled tone, "Would you explain why my entire bridge crew is lost in a sea of flesh in Ten-Forward?" "I think you'd better ask Fuc-Q about that," was the reply as she gestured into the room by the corner window. Long-Luc could see a lone figure lounging by the window on a table surrounded by two voluptuous women feeding him some fruit. Instantly he knew the omnipotent menace had returned to wreak havoc on his ship.
While Long-Luc was pondering the problem of traversing the conglomeration of bodies to confront the menace, he was transported right next to Fuc-Q by the entity. He was about to berate Fuc-Q when he realized he was nude. His angry face turned to a wordless look saying 'why did you do that?' "Fuc-Q," Long-Luc's tone was harsh, "I want you to leave my ship immediately!" "Oh, come now, Captain," Fuc-Q paused a moment to consider the pun he had just made, "I am providing your crew with a much-needed social event. And what thanks do I get? I mean, look out there. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... and enjoying some others as well!" Long-Luc was looking out into the center of the room when he turned back to Fuc-Q with a puzzled look, "Why is that support beam swaying?" Fuc-Q squinted, "That's not a support beam, it's just the Captured Borg showing off."
Fuc-Q raised both his hands in the air, "Is everybody happy!?" At that instant, the entire room convulsed into a massive orgasm. Screams of pleasure shattered the air. Long-Luc had to duck to avoid the liquid results of the group event. It seemed like a shoot-out as the Captain watched from the floor.
"How do you feel?" Rideher said cautiously as he and Counselor Try strolled down the hall. She replied, "Actually, quite good. I really didn't mind." | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/stn.txt |
1,232 | Ann Douglas | Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy | "All's quiet tonight, Doctor Crusher," said the voice of Lieutenant O'Rourke. "In fact, I can't remember the last time I went through a whole shift without someone reporting to sickbay for something or other."
"It must be your Irish luck, Morgan," Beverly answered the disembodied voice coming from her com-badge. "But if anything changes, don't hesitate to call."
"Don't worry, Doctor," Morgan replied. "There's little short of a major disaster that we can't handle by ourselves. You've got us too well trained. Enjoy your night off."
"OK, Crusher out," she responded as she tapped her com-badge to end the transmission.
"Damn," she said to herself as she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. "The crew would have to pick this night to be extraordinarily healthy."
Sleep was out of the question, just as it had been for the last two nights. Work was her only chance to escape the dreams. She almost wished for the proverbial "disaster" that would give her something to do.
As it had for the last few nights, her mind turned to the holodeck programming packet locked in her desk. It would be so easy to remove it and transfer it to the main holodeck. In the six months since she had created the packet, she had even tried it. If it had been such a mistake, then why had she even created it? Why didn't she simply just erase it?
"I wish Deanna were here," she said to herself. "I could use someone to talk to. She would pick now to attend that conference on Rigel."
Who else could she talk to? Jean-Luc...no, absolutely not. There was no one else she was really close enough to talk to - at least not about this.
Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the computer programming module and held it in her hand. Even if someone else were to find it, it would take the voice authorization of the CMO to access the program. Maybe she should run the program, after all, wasn't that what the holodeck was for - living out one's fantasies?
"Computer," she said, again tapping her com-badge. "Location of Cadet Wesley Crusher?"
"Cadet Crusher is in main engineering," said the artificial female voice.
"Good, he'll be down there for hours," Beverly said to herself as she ran her fingers across the module. "Maybe it's time I used this."
It had been the return of her son, Wesley, on leave from Starfleet Academy, that had triggered the return of the dreams. She had created the holodeck fantasy soon after he had left for Earth. Lacking the nerve to actually use it, she had simply locked it away.
Wesley had changed a great deal in a short span of time. Her forbidden longings for her son returned with a vengeance soon after he beamed aboard. Now at 17, Wesley was almost the image of her husband, Jack - dead all these many years.
From her medical training, Beverly knew other women had these fantasies. In fact, she knew of a few cultures where having a son for a lover was not out of the norm. A son would take his father's place in every way, including in his mother's bed.
Determined, Beverly placed the module in the open slot on her console and activated the computer.
"Computer," she said, "Transfer holodeck program Crusher Alpha One to Holodeck Four, accessible only by voice authorization of the Chief Medical Officer - code Alpha Five Two Five."
"Completed..." replied the voice of the computer.
A wide smile crossed Beverly's face as she rose from her desk and headed for the door. Now that she had made the decision, she couldn't wait to live out her fantasy.
Exiting the turbolift on deck five, Beverly briskly walked down the corridor, acknowledging the hello of a few crewmen with a polite nod. She didn't want to stop and get involved in a conversation now. In no time, she stood at the doors of Holodeck Four. She took a deep breath, then activated the Holodeck's imaging system.
"Computer, run program Beverly Alpha One," she said. "Lock out all external monitoring and access...Authorization Crusher Nine Nine Four."
"Program engaged, all external monitoring and access locked out," replied the Computer. "You may enter when ready."
Straightening her shoulders, Beverly stepped between the sliding doors...and into her own sickbay.
It always amazed her, the detail the computer put into the holodeck images. If she didn't know better, she would swear she was actually in sickbay. Her program provided the location and participants in her fantasy, but unlike a scripted play, the computer controlled the sequence of events. It was more fun that way, more real. The idea of not knowing what would come next made it all the more exciting.
From behind her, Beverly heard the sickbay door open and felt a new presence in the room. Turning, she faced the holodeck-created image of her son.
"Wes, you're back early?" she said, remembering the background information she had programmed into the module. "What happened to your date with Ensign Carson?"
"I canceled it," Wes replied as he walked across the room. "I thought it would be more fun to spend the evening with you."
"Then I'd better get you onto one of the diagnostic tables," Beverly answered as she motioned to the bed next to her. "You must have a fever if you'd pass up a date with a pretty ensign in favor of spending a night with your old Mom."
"You're far from old, Mom," Wesley laughed as he moved over and lifted himself atop the bed beside Beverly. "In fact, I know a lot of women who wished they looked as good as you."
Beverly laughed, starting to lose herself in the fantasy.
"I thought Deanna Troi was your idea, Wes. I know you've spent enough time dreaming about her."
"Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you."
"You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick me over Deanna?" Beverly asked, feeling a warm tingle throughout her body as she felt Wesley's eyes covering her body.
"I can do more than tell you..." Wesley said as he leaned forward and kissed Beverly.
She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips press against hers. Her dreams now had the reality of the holodeck - a reality that was all too solid.
"Wes..." she exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice. "I'm your Mother."
"You're also a woman..." Wesley replied as he dropped off the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me you don't want it as much as I do?"
"...No...I can't..." Beverly admitted, giving in totally to the fantasy.
With that, Wesley kissed her again, this time harder. She felt his tongue against her lips and opened to admit it. Strong young hands cupped her breasts, rubbing the now erect nipples through the blue material. Beverly could feel his warm breath on her neck as he kissed his way down to it. Then he reached behind her and undid the seam that held her uniform together.
As Wesley gripped a handful of material in each hand, he suddenly ripped it forward, tearing apart the top of Beverly's uniform. Suddenly released from the confines of the jumpsuit, her breasts popped free. Wes smiled in appreciation at his Mother's breasts, for a woman her age they were still in fine form. Chalk up another one for Starfleet physical training.
The young Cadet quickly moved his mouth to the closest breast, kissing the nipple. His hand closed around it and helped guide it into his mouth. Beverly sighed as she felt Wesley's mouth closed around her aureole and his teeth gently teased her nipple. She could feel the strength in his arms and wanted to surrender to him totally.
Still playing with the first breast, Wesley moved his mouth to the second, repeating his attentions to its twin. He alternated between little kisses and bites, just enough pain and pleasure to send electric surges through Beverly's body.
As her son suckled at her breasts, Beverly reached down and placed her hand on the hard mound between his legs. Even covered by the uniform material, she could feel the outline of his hardness. She hadn't seen her son naked since he was a boy, having always let one of the other doctors give him his physical. But from the length of the outline she traced with her fingers, there was one more thing he had inherited from his father.
Smiling as his Mother cupped his balls, Wesley stepped back and began to strip, giving the Doctor time to rid herself of the rest of her uniform. She left only the thin blue panties, wanting to give Wes the pleasure of taking them off.
Wesley, on the other hand, wasted no time in ridding himself of all his clothing. Standing naked before her, he gently stroked his hard seven inches as it pointed to the ceiling. Beverly was pleased that her initial assessment had been correct.
In a moment, Beverly was on her knees and quickly took Wesley into her mouth. As she felt his hardness slide along her tongue, she savored the maleness which assaulted her nostrils. With quick motions, she covered her son's cock with a slippery coating of saliva, licking the sides as she ran her tongue up and down its length.After a few minutes, she was rewarded with a drop of precious precum which appeared on the tip. Reaching out with the edge of her tongue, she slowly licked it clean.
Still stroking his erect member with her fingers, she turned her tongue to his balls. As with the rest of his body, they were almost hairless. Taking each globe in her mouth in turn, she sucked them as if they were candy.
Then the Doctor continued between his legs and moved her head up between the cheeks of his ass. Spreading the fleshy mounds with her hands, she reached inward with her tongue and caressed his anal entry. She felt him jump with excitement as she penetrated him with her tongue. One hand reached back in front as she continued to stroke his cock. Timing both her tongue's thrusts with the motions of her hand, she sent a double spark across the boy's body.
Moving her free hand down to between her own legs, Beverly found herself incredibly wet. With no effort, she slid two fingers within herself and proceeded to masturbate. Even so, she never skipped a beat as she continued to play with both his cock and ass.
Wesley then reached down and picked Beverly up off the floor, placing her on top of the examination table. Spreading her legs, he quickly replaced her fingers with his tongue. A small layer of girlcum already coated the red-haired mound, and Wes quickly licked it clean. Beverly fingered her clit as Wes continued to lick away at the center of her sexuality, replacing the girljuice he had licked away with a fresh coat. Beverly was lost in ecstasy as she watched her son, or at least a computer-created double, go down on her. Never in all those forbidden dreams had she ever imagined it would feel this good.
"Oh God, Wesley!" She cried out as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. "Lick it.....Lick your Mother's pussy!"
Ten minutes passed as he did just that. Wave upon wave of girlcum erupted from Beverly, covering Wesley's face. Each new surge only drove him harder, determined to induce another eruption.
"I can't wait any more...." Beverly yelled as she held his head tight between her legs. "I need you inside me......Now!"
With that, Wesley stood up and flipped Beverly onto her stomach across the diagnostic bed. Spreading her legs as wide as he could, he guided his rock-hard cock to the tunnel entrance he had emerged from seventeen years before. In one quick motion, he slid it inside, until his balls slapped against Beverly's ass. Heavily lubricated by the earlier streams of girljuice, Beverly's tunnel offered no resistance as he withdrew and then returned with twice the force.
Wes took a firm grip on Beverly's pelvis and repeated his withdrawal/reentry again and again. Each time his thrust carried a little more strength, each time it sent another flush of heat throughout his Mother's body. As Beverly braced herself against the bed, Wes reached around and played with Beverly's clit, now that she was no longer able to do so. Beverly wished she had instructed the computer to give Wesley an inexhaustible stamina, so that the pounding could go on for hours. But since she hadn't, she knew her neo-son had to be near climax.
She felt his body start to stiffen, and she quickly pulled herself from him and spun around. Before the first spurts of boy cum could shoot forward, she was again on her knees and licking the head of his cock. As what seemed like pints of white boyjuice erupted from Wesley, Beverly caught it all with her face and hungry tongue. Finally, the torrid abated, and only a drop remained at the tip of his cock. Reaching out with her tongue, Beverly licked that away also.
Sitting naked on the floor, her face still covered with cum, Beverly was greatly satisfied. It had only been a computer simulation, but it was as close to the real thing as she would ever have the courage to try. She gazed up at the now motionless nude Wesley. If she ever wanted to use this program again, and she was sure she would, she was going to have to see about giving the Wesley hologram more personality. But for now, a hot shower seemed to be the first priority.
"Computer...end program," she called out as she stood and wiped her face with the remnants of her uniform.
Her fantasy sickbay faded to the nothingness it had emerged from, to be replaced by the familiar yellow and black grid pattern. It was a few seconds before Beverly realized she wasn't alone. The Wesley hologram was still there.
"Wesley?" She asked in a quiet, confused voice.
"Er...Hi Mom," replied the naked cadet.
"Oh God, Wesley..." Beverly gasped as she realized that it had been Wesley all along. "How could you...how did you...?"
"It wasn't too hard," He began. "Back when Captain Picard had Geordie put those safety locks on the holosystem so that only a senior officer could authorize the use of a crewman's image, I helped Geordie with the project. I put a sub-routine into the system that would notify me if anyone tried to use my image. I never imagined it would be you or for this."
"But all the security locks, my personal code. How did you get past them?"
"Crusher Delta One Five...remember. The emergency override code you gave me in case of disaster. You never changed it after I left for the Academy."
"But why?" She finally asked. "Why did you do it?"
Wesley smiled and reached out and took his Mother's hand.
"Because you're not the only Crusher with this fantasy," He said softly. "Because I wanted you as much as you wanted me."
"Oh Wes..." She said as she embraced him. "I love you so."
"If you want, I'll punch up that program before I go back to the Academy," He said as he returned the embrace. "It needs a lot of work."
Beverly didn't answer, she just held his naked body tightly against her own.
"But first, how about we head back to our quarters and do a little more research, just so I know exactly what to add onto the program."
Beverly looked up at him and smiled. Then she pulled him close and kissed him.
"Well, when could I ever stand in the way of your research?" She asked, a gleam in her eye. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/stng1.txt |
1,235 | Dimitri Maximoff | Star Trek : TNG 3/3 m/f f/f oral | "It's in the records, all the original ship's recordings from the Enterprise D are on board this ship," said Data, "By accessing a memory trapped in a time pocket, Commander Riker may well have walked back on board the Enterprise D 9 years ago."
"It makes no sense?" said Picard, "That would mean that Will is existing in the computer's memory without physical form."
"Not true, sir. His physical body is walking around our ship, but we cannot see it, and his mind is trapped inside the past."
"Can we get him out?"
"It may be possible, sir, but to do so may cause our own destruction."
"Data, explain yourself."
"I have a theory, sir. Given the complexities and paradoxes of time travel, it may explain why we have encountered these time pockets when it first seemed we had survived the encounter with the Klingon Bird of Prey unscathed."
"I'm not sure I understand, Data?"
"Let me explain..."
Deanna lay on the bed, naked, legs spread and gasping with pleasure as Lore ate her out, licking and sucking on her pussy with amazing expertise.
As she came, he stood up and removed his pants. His large android cock sprang free, and she gulped in anticipation of a cock nearly the size of Worf's entering her - but this time for her own pleasure.
He slid into her slowly, letting it in inch by inch. She groaned and began to feel up her own breasts, her thumb and forefinger twisting a nipple between each. Lore was fully in her now, and he slowly slid out of her, coming out nearly all the way before slowly sliding back in. He repeated this move again and again, driving her wild with pleasure and excitement. He began to move faster now, his cock pumping into her like the wheel on a train, moving slowly at first but then picking up speed. She rammed her hips upwards, slamming her pelvis against his as they timed their movements perfectly with each other - for the first time, Deanna felt that she was part of a greater whole. The only thing that ruined it for her was her empathic capabilities, which let her see that Lore was dead inside. There were no emotions to read, and she realized that even his need to rule over others was not driven by emotion but by cold, implacable logic. His laughing, sarcastic appearance was just an act to make him seem more human, to fool others. But even so, in her drunken state, she was incapable of reading the larger picture; she was only concerned with her own pleasure.
Lore himself felt nothing as he fucked her. The warm feeling of her cunt around his cock did nothing for him, but he put on a different exterior.
"Oh, baby, yeah, you are one hot fuck, you know that?" he grinned happily down at Deanna, watching her large breasts bounce up and down as he began to fuck her faster now. Their movements were no longer timed perfectly, but he knew how to fuck - he had read thousands of terabytes of text on method, technique, and skill. She came several times in succession, her cunt squeezing his cock, trying to milk some cum out of it, but he was able to control his sexual organs' release and so he continued to fuck her faster and harder. She squealed in pleasure and excitement as more orgasms came; she had never felt anything like this before - even with Worf, even with Riker.
Lore started moving faster and faster, and then he grunted. Fluid spewed from his cock into her cunt, and he rolled off her, lying on his back panting, pretending that he felt physical exhaustion.
Deanna moaned happily and slid her hand down to her cunt. She cupped it, slipping a single finger inside, put the thumb of her other hand into her mouth, and fell asleep.
Lore stood up and stared at Beverly, who was sitting against a wall, legs spread wide apart, pants around her knees, masturbating. He smiled at her, "Your turn."
She smiled, "Let's do it somewhere exciting, like in a ventilation duct, or the bar at Ten Forward."
He grinned back at her, although inside he felt nothing, not even disdain, just a curiosity and feeling of superiority, "I've been monitoring the computer, the bridge is empty - let's do it there!"
Data sat at helm controls on the secondary bridge. He began to type in commands, suddenly he stopped. He swiveled around and motioned Picard over.
"Captain, I just felt a presence."
"A presence? What are you talking about, Data?"
"I was monitoring the ship's computer, checking the progress of the time pockets to see if Commander Riker had reappeared, when I noticed someone else inside the computer."
"Someone else? Who, Data?"
"I don't want to voice my suspicions, Captain, but if they are correct, then the new plan is sure to fail - he'll see to it."
"Data, I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about, but could this presence perhaps be in some sort of time pocket?"
"No, sir. It was definitely moving about outside of time pockets."
"Okay, Data. Check it out, but we need you back here before the time pocket in holodeck 1 expands more."
"I'll do my best, Captain."
Riker stood in Ten Forward, hands folded across his chest, the expression on his face one of amazed confusion.
For several seconds, he had found himself back on board the Enterprise E, then he had slipped back to the older Enterprise. In that few seconds, several hours had seemingly passed, and now he knew what mission they were on.
All throughout Ten Forward, various crew members were having sex. Men and women fucked on tables, chairs, on the bar, and the floor. In the center of the room, about 20 people had gotten together for an orgy - 12 of them were women, 8 were men, among them Chief O'Brien and Geordi, who were dealing to a female crew member.
She - Sheryl, he thought her name was - was on her hands and knees. Geordi was getting a blowjob from her while O'Brien fucked her doggy-style.
Geordi came suddenly and sat back, panting heavily. He grinned, and Riker found it hard to look at him with his visor back - he had gotten used to the optical contacts he had replaced it with. O'Brien continued to fuck the woman, and Riker wondered where his wife was, as he had never seen O'Brien be anything but faithful to the Asian beauty he had married.
He walked over to the bar and sat down, surprised to find that the chair supported him - he must be moving closer to the timeline.
"You're not here, are you?" said a familiar voice behind him. He turned and was surprised to see Guinan staring at him.
"Are you talking to me?" he asked, "How can you see me?"
"I can't really see you," she said, smiling, "But I can sense you, and when you replied, I knew I was right - what are you doing here - has Will Riker become a voyeur in his maturity?"
"No," he said, smiling, "I'm trapped here. I walked into a time pocket and when I stepped out, I found myself on this ship."
"On this ship? Have you left the Enterprise then?"
"No - but this is a different ship.....it's difficult to explain - I don't even know how I could possibly be here."
"At least I know this will end soon then," said Guinan, "But I'll have to clean up the mess afterwards."
"The virus......it doesn't affect you?"
"Yes - but I'm able to resist it - most people can - but they chose not to. Jean-Luc is capable," she smiled dreamily, and Riker realized for the first time that Guinan had a crush on the Captain - was possibly in love - "and he's been able to hold back on his urges."
"Do me a favor, warn the Captain that Wesley is going to take over the ship. He has to stop him - it'll save a lot of trouble."
"Will? I can't hear you anymore - I can barely sense you," said Guinan, "What did you say?" She paused, then shook her head, "Ah well, best that he get back to his own time."
But Riker had simply faded from her perceptions. He stood and watched the orgy, several male crew members were spent now - O'Brien included - and the women had turned to each other, licking cunts, sucking on nipples, and kissing passionately. They began a lesbian love fest.
Beverly stepped onto the bridge, after noting that it was indeed empty, she turned and looked at Lore, "Well, you still up for it?"
Lore grinned, "Of course, but you realize what will happen if we get caught?"
"Who cares?" she said. Lore found that her slurred speech was grating on his nerves, and she was still clutching the near-empty bottle of tequila in her hand like she was scared to let go - the sadistic streak in Lore suddenly formulated a plan.
"Aren't regulations ridiculous?" she said, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Hmmm?""Yes, if the bridge is empty, why not fuck up here? It's not like they're using it."
"I agree, and they should have fuck rooms set aside, and hours when you can just make love instead of going on duty."
Horny bitch, Lore thought. She obviously hadn't gotten any in years.
Beverly rushed to the helm and clumsily pushed a few buttons. The board lit up as she disabled helm controls.
"I'm ready, baby," she said. She lay back on the helm, the controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants. Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure beneath.
"Oh, fuck yeah," said Lore, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, despite the fact that the sight of her cunt did nothing for him whatsoever.
"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants, and his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts. Then he began pumping into Beverly faster and faster; she clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me, baby, do me hard. Your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried Lore. "Dr. Seung was so embarrassed of his...fallacy...that when he created me in his image, he decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly's cunt, and she screamed with the pleasure of it. Lore took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing large, plump breasts. He began to suck on one.
"Mmm," he said around a mouthful of tit, "You're a great fuck, you know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid further up the helm with each thrust. "My husband couldn't get enough, and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking off over me ever since we met - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
She was lying, and she knew it. She remembered one of their first missions on the Enterprise D, when the virus infected her, and she had tried to seduce Picard, but he had knocked her back, his own willpower much greater than her own.
Lore suddenly pulled loose. "Hands and knees," he said with a grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position, and Lore slid into her again, grasping her hips. He tried a couple of experimental thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind; he pulled nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her crazy, and she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming..." she cried, and then screamed in pleasure. The android began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out, before slamming back into the Doctor's tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up, before her formed the image of Jean-Luc. She shook her head as if confused.
"Jean-Luc?" she said.
Lore pulled loose and looked up; he too could see Picard. He was transparent, but he was definitely there.
"How curious, this is one of the timepockets the computer is trapped in," he said.
"What timepockets?" said Beverly, confused.
Drunken bitch, he thought angrily, but he smiled and replied, "Quiet, something is about to happen."
Picard was shouting, but they could hear no words. Another image formed now - an old, old man, stooped and bent, stood next to a tall, grey-haired Vulcan. The old man was glaring angrily at the Vulcan, who held a phaser pointed at Picard.
"Listen," said Lore. "Voices are coming..." Beverly realized she could hear them too.
The dialogue that followed has been omitted for brevity, but the scene continues with the Vulcan firing the phaser, vaporizing Picard, and Lore knocking Beverly unconscious.
The story then shifts to Worf finding Deanna naked in Data's quarters, and Riker observing the aftermath of the orgy in Ten Forward. It concludes with Data confronting Lore on the bridge."I doubt they wanted you to be their King, however," said Lore with a laugh.
"Oh no, they wanted more than that - they wanted me to be the Borg, the culmination of all their minds. They wanted you to rule them, they wanted me to be them."
"What?" said Lore, confused, "What are you talking about, one eye?"
Data ignored the comment on his face's condition, "It's always been the same, Lore. I've always been better than you," he grinned down at his brother, "Dr. Seung loved me like the son he never had, but he despised you. The people shut you down because you were too 'human,' but they took me in because I wanted to be human. You couldn't handle the emotion chip - you became a megalomaniac, but I was able to take its effects."
"Shut up," said Lore, rage in his voice.
"Even the way you said that," replied Data, his voice matter-of-fact and calm, "You don't even have emotions. You have to pretend everything; your entire life is pretense, false, because you are so much less than me."
"SHUT UP," screamed Lore.
"Even that desperation and rage in your voice is false - you are dead."
Data turned away from Lore and strode over to the science station. He looked over the data on the screen, "And you want everyone else dead too, because you envy and hate them so much. You want to kill them. And when they're dead, what? You'll take this ship and try to kill everyone else too?"
Lore grinned, "Clever, brother. Psychological battle, I thought I was the master." His eye twitched, and Data decided that he found the nervous reaction programmed in by Dr. Seung to be annoying. "But you still don't comprehend my plan. You think I need to be at the science station to type in the execute command. I don't."
"What are you talking about now?" said Data, extremely curious but feigning irritation and boredom.
"Because I have it on voice command, and I can suck the air out of this ship anytime I want to."
Deanna sat on her knees, before her she held Worf's giant erection in her hands. She moved her head forward and licked his cock from the base to the tip; he shuddered in pleasure, and she grinned. She wanked him for about a minute, then swallowed the tip of his cock with her mouth. She slowly slid it down, her lips stretching further and further apart, until she had nearly half of it down her throat. She couldn't get any more in, so she slowly pulled away, until his cock was nearly out of her mouth, then she slid down again. She repeated this motion several times, driving Worf wild.
The final time, she stopped when just the head of his cock was in her mouth, and then she slid the tip of her tongue around it. Her hand wanked the well-lubricated Klingon cock, and he began to moan louder.
"Wait, stop... hold it... I'm gonna cum soon," he said, and she removed her mouth from around his cock. He sat down heavily on the sickbay bed, "Why have you never done that before?" he asked, "You're great."
"Thank you," she said, beaming in pleasure at his praise, "but it ain't over yet." She grabbed his cock again and began to slide her mouth down it.
Picard stared at Riker carefully, then said, "Will, is that you?"
"Captain, I'm so glad to see you. I was trapped in a time pocket..."
Guinan shook her head, "Sorry, Will, but you're still in it. This is your future."
"What, how do..." started Picard, but Guinan cut him off.
"I spoke to you nearly ten years ago, Will, but I don't know when you stepped into the time pocket. I think that perhaps that time no longer exists; it was a paradox that was destroyed - the time spewed back into the time continuum."
"What do you mean?" asked Riker, confused, "If the time pocket collapses, do I die? Is that why you were so surprised to see me, Captain? Am I dead?" he cried out, but then he faded, and found himself back in Ten Forward in the darkness, hearing the words, "...from this moment in effective command of the ship."
He whirled around and saw a figure in the darkness - himself?
"What's happening?" came Deanna's voice, and he saw his other self fade out.
Data stood still, "You're lying," he said.
"Really," said Lore, "Shall we see - Computer, execute program."
As Data whirled around, he felt air being sucked out of the room. He looked down and saw Beverly wake up; she stared at him with terror-filled eyes as she tried to breathe, then she collapsed. He yelled in anger and leaped at Lore, knocking him to the ground.
Worf gripped Deanna's head to his hips as his cum spilled out into her mouth; he screamed in animal pleasure, then collapsed to the ground, panting for air. It was a little time before he realized that he couldn't seem to get any air. He looked up and saw Deanna lying on the floor; she didn't appear to be breathing. He stood up, and then collapsed, black roses seeming to bloom in his vision as he collapsed to the ground, fighting for air that wasn't there.
Picard sat in the secondary bridge. He was standing at the science station and happened to look down at the graphs - he was shocked to see the air reserves dropping.
Guinan watched in shock as Riker appeared out of nowhere, then she smiled, "So this was the time pocket you walked into," she said, grinning, "Glad to have you back."
Then she noticed that he was doubled over, "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Can't breathe..." he gasped, and then collapsed. Guinan suddenly realized she too was incapable of drawing breath; she fell to the ground. She didn't need as much air as humans, but she did need air... and there was none to be had.
Data shoved Lore against the wall. His brother grinned, but there was no emotion in his eyes; he couldn't even take pleasure from his victory.
"So, brother, just you and me - I left gravity on so you could try and kill me, and fail."
Data threw Lore across the room with one hand. His brother crashed into the Weapons systems but stood straight back up. He was holding a phaser in one hand - Data didn't see where it had come from.
"Thought I might need this," said Lore. He fired the phaser, and it ripped through Data's arm, severing the limb. Then he fired again, taking away the other arm.
"Look at you, brother," cried Lore, "Pathetic, and you think you're better than me."
Data collapsed to the ground, and Lore laughed, "What makes you better than me?" he yelled in false contempt, stepping around so he stood in front of Data, his back to the turbolift. "What makes you superior?"
Data grinned, and his good eye showed a simple joy and happiness that made Lore want to feel rage - but he couldn't. "What makes you superior?" he cried again, knowing the answer, but the answer Data gave was different from what he expected, "I have friends."
Lore was suddenly rocketed across the room by a phaser blast in the middle of his back. He fell to the ground and tried to get up, but the blast hit him again and again and again until finally, he stopped moving.
"Thank you, Captain Picard," said Data, struggling to sit up, "You should replace the air in the ship before your supply runs out."
Picard - wearing a survival suit - walked to the science station and typed in several commands. Air flooded back into the bridge, and when it was safe to breathe, a green light flashed on. Picard removed the suit.
"Are you all right, Data?"
"I could use a hand," said Data, "Or even two," he laughed out loud, there was a hysterical note to it.
"Data, deactivate your emotion chip. That's an order," the android complied and turned around. He looked at his brother's smoking remains.
"A pity, I never wanted him to die, but he was too dangerous to live."
"Data, all of the crew is dead. We're the only ones left," to his credit, Picard's voice did not crack or waver. He held the tight control of his emotions that made him such an excellent Captain, "Is there anything we can do?"
"I need to know the situation of the time pockets here on the bridge and Holodeck 1. Are they expanding?"
Picard checked through the information and nodded. Data sighed, "That's okay, it would have been easier to perform the maneuver with the time pockets collapsed, but we can still fix everything - you'll have to operate the helm."
"What do I do, Data?" said Picard, the strain was showing now, "Can it be done?"
"I need you to re-engage the temporal field at the exact instant that the two time pockets connect. If I'm right, we'll see the Enterprise-E brushing past Admiral Kirk's ship. If we're wrong, we'll die. If we do see the ships, you have to fly straight through them, slingshot around, and disengage the temporal field - the time pockets will be left inside the other Enterprise-E."
"Will this work, Data?" asked Picard, "It seems risky."
"It has already worked," Data replied, "These time pockets originated from another Enterprise; they left us with them, knowing we could deal with them. What I don't know is if they survived the encounter."
Picard sat at the helm and typed in the commands, "On your mark, Mr. Data."
Data stared at the science readouts of the time pockets, he smiled and said, "Make it so."
"...will be all right, won't we," said Riker, sounding confident, "James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation."
"No, sir," said Data, "But the ship's long-range sensors were ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness, and there was an unforeseen power failure."
"Great, Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen. It was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward.Outside, in the time field, the Enterprise and Bird of Prey brushed against each other. Another Enterprise appeared suddenly and traveled right through the other, performing a slingshot maneuver and disappearing.
The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbor at an alarming rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk. He turned to look at the crew, "Once we land, get out of the ship. I'll get the whales out."
He ran off, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to bring with him from the 20th century.
Curious, thought Spock. Why had there been a power failure?
On the bridge of the Enterprise E, Captain Picard couldn't help but look at Data's face. It was still missing skin, but for some reason he couldn't think why that fact relieved him so much. He found it odd that he did not remember the trip through the temporal field, but brushed it aside. When dealing with time travel, you could never be too sure of the effects.
"Sir, the Earth appears to have returned to the normal course of history," said Data, grinning. He turned and smiled at Picard, Riker, and Deanna - for some reason he was extremely pleased to see the last two, though he couldn't think why, probably a brief aberration of his emotion chip.
"Well," said Riker, "We saved the Earth, now what?"
"How about a little R&R, Commander?" said Picard with a grin. He turned and looked out at Earth on the viewscreen, "Make it so, Number One." | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/StarT3.txt |
1,236 | Dimitri Maximoff | Complexities and Paradox's | "Engage the temporal field, Mr. LaForge," said Captain Picard, gesturing forward with his arm.
"Aye, Captain. Temporal field is opening."
The Enterprise E shot forward from its orbit around Earth. A rippling in the space around them began to form, and then the ship disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make history.
Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise traveled smoothly. Data worked on the computers, his face still damaged from his encounter with the Borg Queen, and Picard couldn't help but stare at it.
"Well, Mr. Data?"
"As we suspected, Captain, history is back on track. Pollution is disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir, we will soon be unable to track Earth's progress. We'll have to wait until we return to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should be."
"Excellent, Mr. Data. Commander Riker, I was wondering if...."
"Sir," Data interrupted, "we are registering an anomaly."
"What? Of what nature, Data?"
"It is a starcraft of unknown design, traveling through the time/space continuum. It appears to have performed a slingshot around the sun."
"That sounds familiar," said Riker. "Something's wrong."
"Registering now," said Data. "It is a Klingon Bird of Prey, but its inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan, and...two whales, sir."
"Of course, it's James Kirk. Do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth from the probe?"
"Of course," said Picard. "Spock discovered that it was looking for humpback whales, and they traveled back in time to find a pair."
"Sir, if we maintain this course, we will cross paths with Kirk's ship. That may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his face.
"What problem?"
"Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or velocity, and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same place. But dual appearance of two ships at one location during one microsecond of time will cause a paradox."
"Resulting in...? Don't keep us hanging, Data."
"We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship, suffer temporal dislocation, or come out fine."
"How long till we cross paths, Data?"
"Three minutes and twenty-eight seconds."
"Can we change course at all?"
"Theoretically, of course. We are traveling through time and are therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a different decade of a different century with each second that passes, meaning that changing course may also be injurious to us."
"Do it, Data," said Picard. "It's a risk we have to take."
Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate, until his hands became a blur. The ship shuddered and actually groaned, something it had never done before.
"Course has changed slightly, sir. It's all I can do. We will, however, brush against the Klingon ship."
"We will be all right, won't we?" said Riker, sounding confident. "James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or dislocation."
"No, sir," said Data. "But the ship's long-range sensors were ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness, and there was an unforeseen power failure."
"Great, Data. Just great," Riker turned to look at the viewscreen, it was blank, as it had been since they initiated the temporal field. Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all fell forward.
The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbor at an alarming rate.
"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the communicator.
"Damn," muttered Kirk. He turned to look at the crew. "Once we land, get out of the ship. I'll get the whales out."
He ran off, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced to bring with him from the 20th century.
Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure?
"Everybody okay?" asked Riker. The crew repositioned themselves, everyone seemed all right.
"All decks, status report," said Picard. Data checked over reports coming through.
"Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although the fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in his fight with the Borg Queen, and some more had peeled away in the tilt.
"Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that lost skin."
"Aye, sir," said Data. "We have emerged from the temporal field. Earth has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the Borg's wake. I believe it is safe for me to leave the bridge."
Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift. The door opened, and Beverly stepped out, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his face!
"Well, you still up for it?" Beverly said.
"Of course, but you realize what will happen if we get caught?" the other Data replied.
"Who cares?" she said. Picard noticed that her speech was slurred, and that she was holding a bottle of something - "Tequila?" was all he could make out of the label, which was turned from him.
"Tequila?" said Riker. "Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?"
Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker. "I took a bottle with me. Zefram made me."
Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly and the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of regulations.
"They have no mass," said Data. "It appears I was incorrect. We are suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to happen."
Suddenly, Beverly rushed to the helm and clumsily pushed a few buttons.
"I thought she had no mass?" said Riker. "The board is lighting up."
"A paradox, sir," said Data. "Think of it as we are having no mass, but the bridge, and the future me and Dr. Crusher are real - or think that the future helm controls are co-existing with the present ones. It appears that she is disabling helm controls in any case."
"I'm ready, baby," she said. She lay back on the helm, the controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants.
"What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed. "What is she doing?"
Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink pleasure beneath.
"Oh, fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "This is going to be sweet." He lowered his own pants, and his android cock sprang free. He lowered himself onto and into Beverly quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, quick thrusts.
"I don't believe this," said Picard. He turned to look at his Data, whose mouth was open in shock.
"Something is wrong, sir," he said. "Given, I could be commanded to perform sexual intercourse with Dr. Crusher, but regulations strictly forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship. Also, I am not given to talking in that manner."
"Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard. "My God, taking advantage of Beverly like that. How did she let herself get drunk?"
At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster. She clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
"Yes, fuck me, baby. Do me hard. Your cock is so big."
"Of course it is," cried the other Data. "Dr. Seung was so embarrassed of his...fallacy...that when he created me in his image, he decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
He rammed faster and faster into Beverly's cunt, and she screamed with the pleasure of it. Data took the time to rip her tunic open, revealing large, plump breasts.He began to suck on one.
"Mmm," he said around a mouthful of tit, "You're a great fuck, you know?"
"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid further up the helm with each thrust. "My husband couldn't get enough, and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking off over me ever since we met - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
Picard coughed. "She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one noticed the growing tent pole in his pants.
Data suddenly pulled loose. "Hands and knees," he said with a grin.
Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position, and Data slid into her again. Grasping her hips, he tried a couple of experimental thrusts, slapping against her ass. Then he changed his mind; he pulled nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her like this drove her crazy, and she began gasping faster and faster.
"Oh god, I think I'm cumming..." she cried, and then screamed in pleasure. Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly fully out, before slamming back into the Doctor's tight cunt.
She grinned in pleasure and looked up. She happened to be right in front of Picard, and she shook her head as if confused. "Jean Luc?" she said, and suddenly she faded out of existence along with Data.
Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers.
"Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just happened."
"It's basically all theory," said Data, "But it seems that the co-existence of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temporal dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship. We have several reports of crew members bumping into new crewmembers, friends they were just talking to, and even themselves."
"Do you have the location of these time pockets?"
"I believe so, sir. To prevent further encounters, I suggest we quarantine those areas - including the bridge."
"We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard.
"Can you explain how Dr. Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked Deanna.
"We don't know that she did. Perhaps the Captain of that time emerged on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware of her - or perhaps the two time pockets joined briefly before separating."
"Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker. "One of the crewmen bumped into his 'replacement', apparently he died in a gas explosion in two weeks' time. He's in sickbay in shock."
"The future is not set," replied Data. "I, for one, am not going to replace my skin until this problem is dealt with."
"Perhaps, Deanna," spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so far, "you should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?"
"Excellent," said Data. "If Dr. Crusher does not get drunk, she will likely not perform the endeavor."
"Where is Dr. Crusher?" asked Picard. They all looked around, no one knew. "Computer, locate Doctor Crusher."
"Dr. Crusher is in holodeck one."
"Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard. The Klingon nodded and left.
"Right," said Picard. "Let's begin evacuation."
Five minutes later, Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the bottle of Tequila. It seemed a shame to just...chuck it out. She looked around her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle, she poured some in.
"For Zefram," she said, and belted it back.
Worf entered holodeck 1. The grid glowed softly; no program was being run. Beverly stood in the center, arms spread out, smiling.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she said with a smile.
"Dr. Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back on DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians, playing politics with power-hungry Bajorans, and poker with Ferengi.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remaining closed.
"There is no program running," he said simply.
She smiled. "Of course I didn't mean it, Jean Luc."
Worf's eyes widened. He swung his arm at Beverly, and it passed right through. Grabbing a tricorder, he pointed it at her. "No mass," he said simply, and ran out the door.
Dr. Crusher yawned as she left her quarters. She had finally gotten some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg. As she wondered down the hallway, she noticed faint singing coming from around the corner. She turned and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing was still there. The odd thing was, she could swear it was herself singing, but loud and off-key. The song itself was bawdy, then she heard Deanna's voice join with hers.
"Computer," she said, "Locate Counselor Troi."
"Counselor Troi is in her quarters."
Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming into focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near-empty Tequila bottle.
"Dr. Crusher is in holodeck 1," said the computer.
"Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present, if Dr. Crusher is co-existing in two different places? The computer should register both," queried Data, one eye looking thoughtful, the other just a red optical in a grey metal surface. He had not replaced his skin.
Worf frowned. "I thought of that, well, not exactly...but, listen." He strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder, and asked the computer again.
"Dr. Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up, and Data asked the question.
"Dr. Crusher is in Counselor Troi's quarters..."
"...Captain Picard's ready room..."
"...Ten Forward..."
"...Sickbay..."
After several trips, Data sighed. "So the computer is traveling through time pockets too, registering the same person in different places all over the ship."
"That raises a bad question," said Worf. "How do we know that people we are talking to over communicators are even there?"
Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and snoring. Beverly picked up the half-full glass and sniffed the contents. She looked at the bottle, half-full as well.
She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass.
"Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass to the table. She clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise. "My God," she whispered hoarsely, "Need a drink..." She rushed to the replicator and whispered, "Water."
Nothing happened. She asked again and again, then finally gave up. She staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought, but it was not. In desperation, she grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The liquid actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the bottle, it began to burn again. She took another swig, then another and another.
"Hey," muttered a voice, "Save some for me." Beverly looked down and saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily. She reached out and took the bottle, which nearly slid out of her hand.
"Need it," whispered Beverly, "No water."
"Computer...water..." said Deanna. Water appeared in the replicator. Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down. It soothed her throat some. She turned and looked at Deanna, who was swishing the last part of Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately.
"I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly, "But you..." Suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and she did, loudly.
"Huh?" said Deanna, looking around, "Wass'up?"
Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to support her weight. "You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling not to laugh, "Are so drunk..."
"Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet, "Well, look who's talking."
Beverly spun around, almost falling over. "Who?" she said, and cracked up laughing.
Data and Worf entered Data's quarters. They peered around, and when Data ordered the lights on, the computer did respond.
"She's not here," said Worf, "Scratch that one off the list."
Data did so mentally. "What would Dr. Crusher be doing in my room anyway?"
Worf stared at him meaningfully, and Data, his emotion chip on, looked away embarrassed.
"Come on, where next?"
"You know," said Data, "This is almost certainly futile. In each time pocket, she isn't just going to sit around; she'll move about. I anticipate only a 34.789045% chance we will find the real her."
"I believe in luck," said Worf, "And some good has to come our way eventually."
Beverly and Deanna, supporting each other, staggered down an empty corridor. It had been evacuated because of a time pocket in the area. They were singing a song Beverly remembered from her Academy days - it was rather bawdy and disgusting, or so she had thought at the time, now it just amused her:
The woman's name was Fran
She did my entire clan
She had the biggest tits
She'd do you for two bits
She had a real tight cunt
She even did a runt...
Deanna joined in after getting the gist of things, and eventually, they found themselves at Holodeck 6.
"What's up?" asked Deanna, peering about in a drunken haze.
"I wanna show you this hologram program Wesley sent me," she said. She suddenly burst into tears, "He's such a good boy..."
"I know, honey," said Deanna, petting her hair, "He's a fine, fine boy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Beverly, pushing her away. "You saying you're attracted to my boy, you saying you did my boy?"
"Huh?" said Deanna, leaning against a wall, "No...but I, uh...think he's a fine young lad, make his Dad proud."
"Yeah," said Beverly, sniffing back tears, "But I...never mind, come inside the holodeck, it's great."
They walked into paradise.
Picard finished speaking on his communicator. He turned to Riker, "Data wants to meet you in holodeck 1, something about the problem being solved."
"Is it wise to separate?" asked Riker, "Data's plan needs all of us."
"Data knows what he is doing," said Picard, "Get to it."Worf grinned, "I told you good luck would come our way. We can escape these time pockets - are you sure that it will work?"
"Of course," said Data, "It's a 98.6742% proof plan. As long as no one goes into the major time pockets on the bridge or holodeck 1, we'll be fine."
Deanna stared around at the rolling expanses of hills. The sun shone on forests far in the distance; everything was green.
"It's beautiful," she whispered in awe, "And Wesley made this?"
"Yeah," said Beverly with a smile, "Just for his mother. There was an oak tree like this on Jack's home on Earth, and we used to picnic there."
"You miss them, don't you," said Deanna with a smile, "Wesley and Jack?"
"Yeah, Jack most of all, but I've gotten over it," she gave a drunken grin, "It's sex I miss - I haven't gotten laid since I met that 'ghost/alien' thing."
Deanna snorted, but didn't mention the encounter they had both experienced on DS9 when battling the ancient Vulcan sorcerer Tapek.
"I sometimes think that's all men are good for - fucking."
"Yeah - I just wish we didn't have to cater to their needs so much. We should be able to concentrate on our own pleasure, not theirs."
"I know how you feel. Worf is a lot like that - but I can expect it from a Klingon."
"Is he...you know...big?" asked Beverly, a small smile on her face.
Deanna laughed, "He's huge - I sometimes think I'm going to burst. But once he's cum, it's over."
Beverly sighed, "He's never there for you, I bet he's never eaten you out, has he?"
"Not once, no man has - they just shove their cocks in and cum."
Beverly sat down and slid her arm slowly down between her thighs. She began to make small circles across her crotch with her middle finger. "This is the only pleasure I get anymore - I can't use vibrators, they make me feel so pathetic and alone."
"I know," smiled Deanna, rubbing her own crotch now, "So whenever I can, I feel myself up."
Beverly slid her hands down her pants and began moving faster, "But it does feel good - I love it - I just wish someone else would do it to me."
"But what man would ever touch a woman like that?"
"Even if they did, they wouldn't know how - only a woman knows."
Deanna nodded, coming to a decision, "Move your hand out, I'll do it."
Beverly looked up at her, "No fooling?"
"No - but you have to do me afterwards, promise?"
"I scratch your cunt, you scratch mine?" they both laughed.
"Yeah," said Deanna at last, "Take your clothes off."
They both slid out of their clothes and stared at each other. Deanna had bigger breasts, but Beverly had a nicer ass - she was taller, and Deanna felt small and insignificant in comparison. Beverly lay on the ground, her cunt was well-trimmed, which made Deanna sigh in relief - she didn't want to have to work her fingers through a bush.
She got onto her knees and began to slide her fingers up Beverly's thighs. The doctor groaned in pleasure and arched her back, spreading her legs wider. This gave Deanna better access to her cunt, which she quickly spread open with her other hand. She slipped one finger in and began to slide it in and out - it had no problems, the drunken doctor was well-lubricated. After a little time, when Beverly's moans got louder, she slipped another finger in and began to slide faster and faster. Cum dripped from Beverly's thighs, wetting the grass below her. Deanna felt a sudden, insatiable urge to eat her out, and she moved her head closer. Reaching out tentatively with her tongue, she gave a quick lick and found she liked the taste. Beverly groaned in pleasure and arched her back higher. Deanna removed her fingers, eliciting a groan which quickly changed to pleasure as Deanna positioned her mouth around Beverly's cunt lips and began to suckle on her cunt, no juice escaping her as she sucked on the inebriated physician's cunt lips. Beverly screamed in pleasure and came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. Deanna drank as much of it as she could, but about half flowed around her face and down her cheeks.
The Betazoid could barely believe the pleasure, and she found herself pressing her fingers into her own cunt. Remembering the pact, she quickly swiveled around so her own dripping cunt was over Beverly's face. The doctor also remembered and quickly went to work - licking and sucking on the counselor's vagina. Both females came at the same time, their juices flowing down their asscheeks and facecheeks alike. Beverly reached around and cupped one of Deanna's buttocks in her hand; she placed her cum-saturated finger on her asshole and slowly began to work it in. Deanna moaned in pleasure as the finger worked its way up her tight anal passage.
Beverly came again, and she cried out in pleasure. She grabbed her Betazoid sex partner's clitoris between her teeth and bit lightly, and the cum flowed again, almost drowning Beverly in cunt juices. Deanna finally collapsed on top of Beverly, then rolled her cum-soaked and exhausted body off Beverly, a small but audible pop could almost be heard as Beverly's finger slipped out of her ass.
Beverly sat up and grinned at Deanna, who was breathing heavily. She leaned over and began to suck on one of her large breasts.
"Please," panted Deanna, "I...can't...take much...can't take much...more of this."
Beverly bit her nipple lightly and then sat up, "You can't be tired already?"
"All fucked out," whispered Deanna, "Maybe you'll...have to use...a vibrator after all..." she giggled.
"If only there was a humanoid vibrator, living for my sexual pleasure," said Beverly wistfully, then she sat up straight, "There is!"
"Huh?" asked Deanna, sitting up, all thoughts of exhaustion fading from her drunken mind as the thought of a humanoid vibrator came into her mind, "Where?"
"Follow me," said Beverly, standing up awkwardly and pulling on her clothes. She picked up the near-empty tequila bottle, "We're going to Data's quarters."He sighed and sat down to think things through, then he heard the noise. He looked up and found himself sitting in a familiar garden paradise. The wind was blowing strong enough to bend the long grass towards him, but he found he couldn't feel it or the grass around him. He looked over and smiled to himself - he knew where he was now.
Across from him sat three men dressed in Musketeer outfits of the 17th Century - it was Worf, Data, and Geordi. They were drinking from mugs of ale and laughing. This was a holodeck program that had been assumed erased completely over 6 years ago, but obviously a copy had been kept by Reg - the engineer who made it - and now Riker found himself inside it once more. He grimaced as he remembered how the rest of the program went - sure enough, here came the fourth musketeer, himself, only he was now only four to five feet tall.
He got up and walked away from the scene of the other three musketeers mocking his diminutive double. He found himself in a clearing, the wind was dying down, but he could feel it now - the time pocket was moving closer into his own time.
"Hello, darling," came a voice. He turned and saw Deanna approaching; she was dressed in robes and she looked exceptionally beautiful. "I am the goddess of this glade..."
Riker had had enough. He took a gambit based on the time pocket's proximity.
"Computer, end program." The images suddenly started to fizzle and fade, then slowly only the holodeck grid was left. Riker turned and strode to the door. "Open." This time the computer replied, and he walked out into the Enterprise. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/StarTrek/StarT.txt |
1,237 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 3 | "This is perplexing," Tuvok thought as he observed his "family." "This could be an alternate universe, or maybe my mind has been transferred to this body. The best way to find out is to tell them the truth."
Tuvok approached the three people sitting in the living room.
"Harry, Sally, Tommy, I must talk to you," Tuvok said as the faces of the rest of the Solomons looked at him.
"Yes, Dick," Sally said. "What is it?"
"This may come as a surprise, but I am not who I appear to be," Tuvok said calmly.
"No kidding, Dick," Tommy laughed.
The response puzzled Tuvok, but he continued, "I am not human, I'm an alien," he said.
The three of them fell over laughing out loud. "Oh, Dick, you are a funny man. We all know you are an alien Commander," Sally said as she wiped the tears of laughter from her face.
"You know my rank?" Tuvok said with as much surprise as a Vulcan could.
"Knock it off, Dick. We know you are an alien; you are the Supreme Commander of our mission. Stop horsing about," Tommy said.
"They are aliens too, and we appear to be on an undercover mission," Tuvok thought, then he said, "And what is our mission?"
"Uh, I know, it's... well... don't help, I know... Jeez, I just had it," Harry said with a confused look on his face.
"Shut the hell up, Harry, you imbecile," Sally said and slapped Harry. "Our mission is to investigate the humans and their way of life. Come on, get with the program, Dick," she said.
"Oh, of course, Sally. You are absolutely right. Now, let's go and investigate, shall we," Tuvok said. He found himself intimidated by Sally and found it better to do as she said. He found Tommy to be a typical teenage boy, but he acted as if he were an old man. Now Harry was a "bozo"; he believed the term was. Tuvok estimated his IQ to be at the level of a potted plant, but only if it had not been watered for weeks.
"Hey, Dick," Tommy said, "Don't you have to go to work?"
"Oh, yes, of course. I'm off right now," Tuvok said and left for work.
Tuvok went to the college and made his way to the office he shared with Dr. Mary Albright, a woman that "Dick" was dating. Tuvok went to the door as he searched for his keys; he heard some moans coming from the office. Tuvok found the door unlocked and opened it slightly to see who was inside. He saw his assistant Nina sitting in his chair with her skirt up around her hips and her panties around her ankles; she was masturbating!
Tuvok observed without any passion as the Nubian beauty pleasured herself. Nina was a very beautiful woman with a milk chocolate complexion and a great figure. Her long and slender legs were spread wide apart as Nina worked a long black dildo in and out of her pussy with one hand, while her other hand was fondling her large and firm breasts. She moaned with pleasure, and Tuvok surmised that she had been at it for some time, as a wet patch was starting to show on the chair.
She moved her hips to meet the dildo as she thrust it deeper and deeper inside her cunt. Suddenly, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy with a loud pop and started to rub it against her asshole. She then slowly started to slide the slick dildo up her ass. Tuvok knew what anal sex was, but he had never seen it in practice; he found that he was very interested in the scene before him.
Nina slid the dildo up her all the way in, and then she pulled another dildo out from somewhere. She licked the new dildo, which was metal and 10 inches long. She licked it quickly and then she put it into her pussy. She started to work the two dildos now, as her lust became more and more intense. Her hips bucked, and she moaned louder and louder.
Her body then shook with an orgasm, and then she slid to the floor, totally exhausted from the ordeal.
Tuvok found that he was disappointed as the display of lust was over; he could not understand why. "Maybe it's a result of this humanoid body," he concluded. Tuvok found that he had to do something, so he left, called in sick, and went "home."
"Hey, Sally, do you know what anal sex is?" Tuvok asked the leggy woman.
"Well, I know what it is, but I don't see the appeal in taking it up the ass," Sally said as she stretched out on the couch.
"Damn, I have to do this now," Tuvok said (one of Q's suggestions). "It's important that we examine all parts of humanity," Tuvok said and sat down beside the woman.
"Well, okay, Dick. But only if I can suck your cock first. I love the taste of a man's cock," Sally said and unzipped Tuvok's pants.
"It's a deal," Tuvok said as he felt Sally's wonderful lips around his already erect cock. Her expert cock-sucking had the desired effect, and his cock stood at its full 10 inches.
"MMMMMMMMMM, that is good," Sally said as she caught her breath. "Let me try something I read about last week," she said. Sally took his cock in her mouth again, and she swallowed the whole ten inches (nobody had ever done that for him before), and then she started to hum. The sensation was incredible, and Tuvok felt his normal control slip away from him as the vibrations from Sally's mouth made him cum quicker than he had ever done.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, Sally," Tuvok moaned as he shot his load in her mouth. Sally clamped down on his cock and swallowed every last drop of semen that spurted from Tuvok's cock.
"Mmmmm, that tasted great. Now, if you want, put it in my ass," Sally said as she stood up and removed her jeans.
"Don't you wear panties?" Tuvok said as she uncovered her sandy-haired bush.
"The feel of jeans against my pussy is so great; I never wear panties," she said as she got on all fours on the couch.
"I believe that you need lubrication before I can put my cock up your ass," Tuvok said as he started to rub her already wet pussy. He rubbed her cunt juices all over her ass and probing inserted a finger in her asshole.
"Hey, that's not bad, Dick," Sally said. She had pulled off her shirt and was playing with her magnificent breasts.
"Okay, get ready for it," Tuvok said as he placed his cock against her puckered anus. He slowly pushed his cock up her incredibly tight ass; he had to fight for every inch, but the sensation was so incredible that it was worth it. "Oh yes, oh yes, ooooohhh hhhheeeeeeelllllllll yes," Sally moaned as his cock slid deeper into her ass.
When he finally pressed his cock all the way inside her, he had to admit that the sensation was incredible. Sally was really into it too. She had four fingers up her cunt as Tuvok began to thumb against her ass as he fucked her faster and faster. He felt his balls slap against her butt as he drove completely into her. Sally started to move her ass back to meet Tuvok's movement.
As Tuvok took her up the ass, Harry came out from his room. "Hey, keep it down, you woke me up," he said, and then he froze at the sight that greeted him in the living room. Harry might be stupid, but he knew what sex was, and when he could get some. He had always wanted to fuck Sally, but was afraid to ask (if he only knew that Sally had to have it at least 4 times a day, he would have asked).
"Hi, Harry, come over here and see what Dick is teaching me. He's oh...oh...oh...yes, he's fucking me in the ass, it's incredible. You can go next if you want," Sally said as she looked at him with lust in her eyes.
"Oh yes, please," Harry said and pulled his dick out. It was only six inches, but as thick as a ripe cucumber. Sally hungrily tried to get the big cock into her mouth, but she could only fit the head inside her mouth. "It's gonna feel great up my ass later on," Sally thought.
Tuvok was incredibly turned on by the sight of Sally sucking Harry's thick cock, and he felt another orgasm coming on. "OOOOHHHH, Fuck," he yelled out as he shot his load up her ass. He leaned over her body and tried to catch his breath with his dick still pumping jiz up her ass.
"Now you fuck me, Harry," Sally said. "I'm still not done."
"SSSSWWWWWWEEEEEEETTTT," Harry cried out as he got down behind Sally. He found the lubricated anus and pressed his thick dick against it. He had to take it extremely slow because of the thickness, but he did not care; he was fucking Sally, and he savored every second of it.
"Wait, Harry, I have a better idea. Dick, get on the floor, and then you can both fuck me," Sally said. Tuvok got down on his back, and Sally was on him with a flash. She impaled herself on his hard dick and started to pump up and down.
"Now, Harry, fuck me in the ass," Sally said, and Harry responded immediately. He got down on his knees and began to push his cock up her ass. The sensation of two cocks in her was pure heaven; she could feel the thin wall between the two cocks getting sore, but she did not care.Tuvok was surprised at the sensation of another man's cock next to his; he would definitely repeat this experience later and then again and again. Tuvok bucked his hips up into Sally's hot cunt as Harry fucked her tight ass.
At this point, Tommy came up the stairs and was surprised by the image that greeted him. "Ah man, why didn't you wait for me? I would have loved to participate," Tommy said while looking at the three Solomons on the floor.
"Hi Tommy, Dick is showing me the pleasures of being fucked up the ass. It is sensational, let me suck your cock and I'll let you go next," Sally said and put a hand on the bulge on Tommy's pants.
"Woo-hoo!" was all Tommy could say as he felt Sally's hand slip inside his pants. He had fucked Sally a couple of times, and he always found it to be a wonderful experience, and now he would get to take her up the ass.
Sally started to suck on Tommy's 7-inch cock, as Tuvok slammed hard into her in unison with Harry's pistoning cock in her ass. "OOOOOHHH, Sally, I'm gonna cum," Harry said, and Tuvok felt that he was about to cum as well.
"Oh, shoot it up me," Sally said as she briefly removed Tommy's cock from her mouth. Harry quickly complied as he shot his jiz up her ass. Tuvok felt Sally's ecstasy, which stemmed from Harry's juices in her ass, and he could hold out no longer as he shot his seed high up her tight cunt with a loud moan.
"OOOOHHHH, Boy!" Sally screamed out as she felt two loads shooting inside her, then she pushed Tommy back into the couch. Harry and Tuvok pulled their cocks out of her, and she climbed onto the couch. Tuvok and Harry watched as Sally sat down on Tommy's throbbing erection. The resistance of her ass was gone after two cocks in her ass, and she quickly slid his cock all the way up her ass and started to buck wildly.
"Man, she's like a bucking bronco," Tommy said.
"She's a football player?" Harry said with a blank look on his face. Tuvok did not know what to say, so he just slapped Harry.
"Shut up and enjoy the show," Tuvok said as he sat down to watch Sally fuck Tommy's brains out. Tommy just sat there while Sally did all the work. Tommy was enjoying the experience so much that he could not do anything but sit there and feel her hot, wet, tight ass slam down onto his pelvis with great force.
"Hey, Tommy, you could use your hands, you know?" Sally said, and Tommy quickly put his hands on her ass and added to the force of the ass fucking. "Oh, yes, Tommy, that's it. I'm close to cumming. Keep it up," Sally moaned as Tommy's hands kneaded her firm ass cheeks.
Sally started to convulse with orgasm, and Tommy had no option but to shoot his load as he felt her ass clench even tighter than it was, and he could hold off no longer. Tommy's jiz shot up her ass, and they both slumped down onto the couch to catch their breath.
"That was incredible," Sally said as she caught her breath. "I hope we could do this again."
"Oh, yes," the others said in unison.
Q had enjoyed the scene so much that he had pulled out his dick and was stroking it slowly. "That was so hot," Q said.
The Captain was shocked as she noticed that Q was jerking off right in front of her. "That gives me an idea," she thought.
"Well, I believe that Mr. Tuvok successfully completed his experiment," Q said. "Let's reward him," he snapped his finger, and Tuvok appeared from the Solomon's living room.
"Where did he go, Q?" Janeway said.
"Don't worry, he's just resting," Q said. "Now, let's look at what kind of antics one of your female friends is up to, shall we?"
The End of Part 3
Who is next, and where is Tuvok?
Will Captain Janeway find a way to counter Q? | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot03.txt |
1,238 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 4 | "Is this a dream?" Seven thought as she looked in the mirror. "Or a hallucination, it might even be a holodeck program," the ex-Borg thought as she moved around the apartment she was sharing with a couple of girls.
"Why do I think of this as my apartment?" She thought, then she saw one of her roommates sleeping on the couch.
"Hmm, why is she sleeping here? She is such an airhead," Seven thought as she observed the slim blonde woman sleeping on the couch. The woman was wearing a long T-shirt, which she normally slept in, and Seven could see her slim legs which were stretched out on the couch.
Seven had admired the figure of the sleeping girl since she found herself there a couple of days ago. Suddenly the woman moved, and Seven could see that she was not wearing any panties. Seven could see the woman's trimmed blonde snatch. She was surprised to see the pussy, and she immediately thought of her own pussy. The Doctor had stimulated her follicle growth, including on her pussy. She was not comfortable with the wild bush that had appeared, and the Doctor had to trim it every week. She knew that he was a hologram, but she thought that he enjoyed it as much as she did.
Seven's hormones had asserted themselves over the last couple of weeks, but she had not yet had an opportunity to get any relief. She looked at the woman's exposed crotch and thought, "What the hell, I'll give it a try," Seven thought and sat on the couch besides the girl.
Seven let her hands slide up and down the woman's legs to see how deep she was asleep. She soon found her hands on the pussy of the sleeping woman. Seven found that she was already wet, and she had to taste it soon. She first licked her hand gently to taste the juices. Seven positioned herself between the woman's legs and gently put her tongue on the sleeping woman's pussy. She liked the taste even more when it came straight from the source, and she started to lick the wet cunt with greater enthusiasm and had to put a hand down her own pants to rub her own cunt.
Suddenly the sleeping woman stirred and then she opened her eyes and said, "Rachel, what the hell are you doing?"
"Don't you like it, Phoebe?" Seven said.
"Well, maybe, but that doesn't mean that I'm a thespian," Phoebe said, not taking her eyes off the sight of her "friend" licking her pussy while putting a hand down her own pants.
"You mean lesbian, Phoebe," Seven said. "Do you want me to stop?" She said and then returned to her cunt licking.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, well, I guess not," Phoebe said and pulled her T-shirt up over her breasts. She started to fondle her own tits as Seven licked her wet cunt. "Let's get completely naked," Phoebe suggested.
"Alright," Seven said and started to remove her clothes. Her tight pants were quickly followed by a lace bra and a pair of black G-string panties. Seven stood in front of Phoebe completely naked, enjoying Phoebe's attention.
"At first, I thought it was Joey, but you are even better," Phoebe said as she put her hands on Seven's huge tits.
"Joey?" Seven said as she felt Phoebe's hot body against her own.
"Yeah, we sometimes have a quick fuck, you know, just to take the pressure," Phoebe said and kissed Seven deeply. She then moved down Seven's body as she started to kiss her glorious tits. She sucked on Seven's nipples, and they quickly hardened as Phoebe continued to suck on them alternately. Seven's hands soon found Phoebe's ass, and she started to knead it.
Phoebe got down on her knees and put her face in Seven's cunt. "OOHHHH my," Seven moaned as she felt a woman lick her pussy. Seven pushed Phoebe back onto the floor and sat on her face. Phoebe hungrily ate Seven's pussy and then pushed a finger up her own cunt. Seven turned around, and then she started to lick Phoebe's pussy as Phoebe licked hers.
Phoebe's oral lashings were too much for Seven as she had her first ever orgasm. She shuddered as Phoebe continued to lick her cunt, and Seven felt the most awesome sensation she had ever felt.
"Wow, Phoebe, that was great," Seven said and kissed Phoebe. "Hey, I have an idea," she then said. "Sit back and wait."
Seven got up and went into the kitchen. After a moment, Seven returned with a cucumber in her hand.
"Let's try this out," Seven said as she started to lick the cucumber. She sat down beside Phoebe, and they both started to lick the cucumber. "Lean back, Phoebe, and brace yourself," Seven said.
Seven put the cucumber at the mouth of Phoebe's cunt and then she slid it in. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH My," Phoebe moaned as she felt the ridged vegetable slide up her cunt. Seven started to move the cucumber in and out with greater speed and force. "Oh, Rachel, it feels incredible. You should try it," Phoebe said as her hips started to buck to meet Seven's hands.
"I will try it. Right now, actually," She said as she moved her pussy so it faced Phoebe's cunt and then she slid the other end of the cucumber into her own cunt. Seven moved closer to Phoebe, and their pussies met. They started to press their hips together, working the cucumber around their pussies. "Oh, fuck yes," Seven said, and Phoebe pressed her crotch against Seven's wet pussy. Seven was not sure which felt better, the cucumber in her hot, tight pussy or the feel of Phoebe's wet pussy against her own.
Seven massaged her tits as they fucked each other with great joy, and then her hand found her clit. Seven found that she could massage both their clits as they moved against each other, and she was reaching new heights of ecstasy.
"Oh yes, oh yes," Phoebe started to moan higher and higher until she climaxed with a loud moan of pleasure. "OOOOOHHH MMMMMMYYYYY GGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDD."
The motion of Phoebe's climaxing body turned Seven on even more, and she felt her second orgasm coming on, and this one was even greater than the first. "YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS," Seven moaned as she came, and then she slumped to the floor with exhaustion.
"Man, Rachel, you are full of surprises. This was great. Can we do this again later, please?" Phoebe pleaded.
"Of course, we can, Phoebe, and next time, we might even include Monica in our fun," Seven said as she kissed Phoebe. | null | Part 4 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot04.txt |
1,239 | Martin4Life | The Nanny, an erotic story | "What's wrong with me?" Fran Fine thought as she inspected herself in the mirror. "Ain't I sexy or attractive anymore?"
Fran was both sexy and attractive. Her face was a vision of beauty with full, plump lips she always kept fire engine red. Her hair was black as ebony and silky smooth, shoulder-length. But her best and most sexy features were her breasts and her ass. Her breasts were the most magnificent 38D cones, full and firm, and she was proud of the fact that she did not need a bra to keep them up - she only wore a bra when she absolutely had to. Her ass was the most perfectly shaped peaches, firm and round, and always showed off nicely in the tight outfits she wore.
Fran was beginning to doubt her attractiveness since she had started to work for Maxwell Sheffield a couple of years ago, even more so after they had taken a trip to Paris together. They had found each other there and they kissed and held hands, but nothing more. Mr. Sheffield had even told her that he loved her but then taken it back.
"Boy, am I horny," she thought. "It's been a while since the last time, and Val is out of town."
Val was Fran's best friend and secretly a lesbian. Fran was more into men, but Val had satisfied her more than once when the urges had been too much. She remembered when Val had told her that she was gay. They were both seniors in high school, and they had talked about dating when Val said, "I'm not really into boys." Fran was stunned but not really surprised since Val never dated.
Fran had never thought about being with other women before Val's announcement, but she had started to wonder. A week after Val had told Fran, Fran asked Val how it was like to have sex with a woman.
Val had replied, "I think it's ten times better than with a man."
"How do you know?" Fran asked, as she had always assumed that Val was a virgin, the last 16-year-old virgin in Flushing. "Well, I let Robert Zmeck fuck me under the bleachers one day in the ninth grade," Val said. Fran could not believe it - when they were freshmen, Robert Zmeck was the senior class president and captain of the football team, and Fran had been dying to date him for a long time.
"How did you get him to do that?"
"Well, I didn't really mean for it to happen, but he caught me sneaking into the boy's locker room after their practice and he said he had to punish me. I said I would do anything if he did not turn me in."
"And did you?"
"Well, I didn't do anything, he jumped me and then he started to tear my clothes off and then he took me under the bleachers."
Fran was shocked by Val's story, but also incredibly turned on. She had wondered how two women could have sex. She asked Val how she had sex with another woman, and then Val showed her.
Fran realized that she was touching her clit while she thought of her first time with Val, and she was starting to get wet. "Damn, I'm horny," she thought. "I have to do something about it right now."
Fran went to her room and changed from the tight slacks she had worn, partly because they were soaked at the crotch - Fran had always been very wet - and partly because she had a plan.
She shimmied out of her black silk G-string and then proceeded to put on a tight white mini skirt, the one Mr. Sheffield once had called her "belt." She knew that he always stared at her when she had that on and had enjoyed bending over in front of him so he could see her ass and underwear.
And she knew he looked, but she had never seen any "physical" reaction, and that was one of the reasons she had begun to doubt her attractiveness. Niles, the only other man in the house, didn't look at her when she did it, or if he did, he was very good at covering it up. "Maybe Niles is gay," she thought. "Oh my god, what if Niles and Mr. Sheffield were..." No, that thought was too repulsive, but it would explain a lot.
Fran went downstairs again while checking that the kids were all out. She was alone in the house with Mr. Sheffield and maybe Niles, but she was not sure where he was.
Maxwell Sheffield was sitting in his office working when Fran walked in. He could not help staring at the tight outfit she was wearing. "I just need the dictionary," Fran said. "What to look up the word WORK." "Ha, ha, very funny," she said and then bent down to get the dictionary off the bottom shelf.
As she bent over, she knew that she exposed her nude pussy to Mr. Sheffield, and she knew that he could not miss seeing her black-haired cunt. She hesitated before getting the book to ensure that he had a good look, then turned to face the stunned Maxwell Sheffield. "Y-y-you forgot something when you got dressed, Miss Fine." "What is that, Mr. Sheffield?" she said as she sat down on the chair across from him. She felt his look turning down, and she was getting wet by the prospect.
"You didn't put on any ahhh... Well, I mean I can see your... Pu... ehh, womanhood."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said and then got up. "You must really be angry at me," she said. "Thank god the children weren't home to see it."
Mr. Sheffield got up and said, "It's OK, Miss. Fine. It could happen to anyone."
Fran noticed that he did not have an erection. She started to cry and said, "Well, that's really a complement on my appearance," and pointed to Maxwell Sheffield's crotch.
"Well, that's not because you are not a sexy woman, God no. But I haven't had an erection since my wife died."
"I'm sorry, I did not know."
"No, that's all right. One of the reasons I keep you around is because I hope that your sexy body could one day awaken something in it."
"Well, I hope I can help you." Fran left the embarrassed Maxwell and went upstairs.
"That certainly explains a whole lot. If I could only get him to react, and then I would be home free."
Fran changed from the mini skirt to a longer black and white skirt and then proceeded to put on a pair of red silk panties.
As she pulled up her panties, she heard Maggie come home. "Damn," she thought. "I don't have time to do myself now."
CHAPTER: Chapter 2 "To boldly go where no man (or woman has gone before)"
"Hello, Maggie."
"Yeah, yeah," Maggie said and went into her room.
"Well, that's odd," Fran thought. "I better find out what is wrong."
Fran knocked on the door and went in to find Maggie sitting on the bed. Maggie was a beautiful 18-year-old blonde, Maxwell's oldest child and Fran's close friend.
"What is it, honey?" Fran asked.
"I can't tell you," Maggie said. "Hey, haven't we always been able to talk about everything before? So, come on."
"Well, okay. Today in school, we talked about homosexuality, and when I asked about how two women could do it together, everybody in my class laughed at me."
"Don't worry about it, they probably don't know either."
"In the break, the other girls started to ask if I was still a virgin and then started to tease me when I didn't answer."
"It's okay to be a virgin. Are you a virgin, Maggie?"
"Well, that depends."
"On what?"
"I know you told me about sex, and it was great. You even told me about oral sex, which nobody else would tell me."
"Yes."
"Well, I wondered; am I still a virgin if I have had oral sex?"
"First of all, yes, you are, and secondly, when did you have oral sex?"
"Well, one night some time ago, Johnny asked me to 'Blow' him, but I didn't know what he meant. Then he said, 'I want you to suck my cock,' and then I realized what he talked about. Since I like Johnny very much, I felt that I had to do it, but it was a strange experience. I had just gotten his cock, ehh... Sorry, penis into my mouth when he came all over my face. Oh, Fran, it was disgusting, and he just left me to clean up the mess."
"Honey, look at me. There is nothing wrong with ..well, blowing a man if YOU want to, but don't feel that you have to if you don't want to. Don't do anything you don't want to, okay?"
"Yes, Fran, and thank you for not being angry."
"The first blowjob is an important event in a young woman's life. The only thing that is probably more important is the first time you have sex."
"Well, that hasn't happened yet. I don't want to with Johnny since he just left without doing anything for me."
"Well, some men are really insensitive. That's why some women prefer other women."
"You mean lesbians?"
"Well, them too. Listen, sex or love is supposed to be a beautiful thing shared by two people."
"Yes, I know, a man and a woman."
"Not necessarily. Sex between two women can be even better since women know what feels good on their bodies and they are more in tune with each other."
"But I still do not see how women can have sex with each other?""It's quite simple," Fran said and then leaned over to give Maggie a passionate kiss on the mouth. Maggie was stunned, but Fran said, "Ssssh, don't say anything yet." Fran's hands lowered to Maggie's breasts, and she started to touch the young woman's budding breasts. They were larger than Fran had initially thought, and the feel of Maggie's pert boobs made her hot. "I'm gonna show you the pleasures two women can experience together." Maggie said nothing, but her breathing was starting to get heavy; she was obviously enjoying Fran's hands on her breasts.
She started to open Maggie's white silk shirt, exposing a white cotton bra. Maggie suddenly said, "Yes, oh yes, Fran." Fran was encouraged to keep on working; she removed Maggie's shirt and then opened Maggie's bra. Fran gasped as two perfect teenage boobs popped out and could not help getting wet. Fran started to massage Maggie's nipples, and they immediately turned hard. "Have any boy ever done this for you?" "No, I wouldn't let them because I know it leads to sex." Fran proceeded to lick Maggie's right breast and then put it in her mouth. Maggie moaned with pleasure, and Fran started to lick and fondle both breasts alternately. "Oh no," Maggie said, "I think I have peed in my pants. I'm all wet." "That's alright, it's a natural reaction when women get horny. Your pussy gets wet." Maggie was turned even more on by Fran's obscene words. "Is your pussy also wet, Fran?" "Oh yes, here, feel it." Fran took Maggie's hand and put it on her hot and wet loins. "Oh wow, I can feel it all the way through the skirt."
"Do you ever masturbate, Maggie?" "No, am I supposed to?" "Yes, it is a normal part of your sexual awakening." "Let me show you how." Fran started to grab Maggie's crotch when Maggie yelled out in pleasure, "Oh yes, Fran, I love you." "I love you too," she said while she felt the hot mound with one hand and the other was unbuttoning Maggie's jeans.
Maggie and Fran met in a deep passionate kiss, and to Fran's surprise, Maggie was the first to thrust her tongue into Fran's mouth. "Well, she has certainly tried that before," Fran thought, and then proceeded to remove Maggie's jeans to reveal the shapely curves of the teenage girl, her firm if not fully shaped butt and wet cunt covered by a pair of white cotton panties. Fran proceeded to rub her hands against Maggie's thighs before she removed her soaked panties. Maggie's cunt was covered with a thin layer of downy blond hair, but it could not cover her virgin pussy.
Fran slowly licked her fingers, and the taste of the young girl's juices was too much for her. "I can't do this." "Yes, oh please yes, you can't stop now." "I meant I can't do this while I'm fully dressed." "Oh, thank god, I thought you were gonna stop," Maggie gasped. "No way, I'm so horny, and I haven't fucked anybody for a long time. Let me show you how to help me."
Fran took Maggie's hands and put them on her own breasts. "Now, remember what I did. You do it to me now." Maggie started to touch Fran's breasts when she realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh wow," Maggie gasped as she massaged Fran's voluptuous breasts and started to kiss them on the outside of Fran's shirt. "Oh yes, yes, Maggie, take off my shirt, quickly before I explode," Fran moaned, clearly in ecstasy. "Can a person really explode?" Maggie thought and quickly ripped Fran's shirt open to prevent it. Fran threw her torn shirt away and then grabbed Maggie's head and pushed it between her huge tits. "Oh yes, lick them, suck my tits." Maggie was turned on by Fran's words, and she started to massage the huge mounds. She sucked on the tits and was pleased that they became hard the instant she put her tongue on them. "I must be really good at this."
Fran's mind was roaring with ecstasy, and she thought, "Why haven't I done this before? I could have taught her all that I know." Fran moved her shapely ass so she could slide the black and white skirt up over her hot and throbbing cunt. "Take my panties off, Maggie," she whispered when she bent down to kiss the young girl who was busy with her breasts. Maggie slid down to her knees and then grabbed Fran's red panties and pulled them down. "Wow, you are really wet," she said as she felt Fran's juices all the way down the thighs as she took off Fran's panties. The panties went flying, and the skirt was off a split second later.
"Get up, Maggie," Fran said, and the two women stood naked in front of each other, Fran's full adult body pressed against Maggie's young and fit body as they embraced in a passionate and deep kiss. "I want to eat your pussy, right now. Don't worry, I will be careful when I take your cherry." Maggie couldn't wait for Fran to take her, and she willingly got down on the floor and waited for Fran. Fran got on her knees and started to move up Maggie's legs, and as Fran moved up her legs, Maggie could feel Fran's huge tits touch her hot skin, and she moaned with delight.
Fran spread Maggie's legs and then slowly started to lick her clit. A shiver went through Maggie when she felt Fran's tongue in her pussy for the first time, and seconds later, her whole body tensed up in an enormous orgasm which had Maggie seeing stars. "Well, I guess that was good," Fran said. "That was fantastic. I have never experienced anything like that before, but what was it?" "It's simple, you came," Fran said as she licked the pussy juice off her face and fingers. "But it is not over yet."
"It's not?" Maggie said with excitement. She had never felt that good, and she wanted to feel it again. "No, honey, you are still a virgin, but I will take care of that. It might hurt a little, but it will soon feel better, and I will be gentle." "I know you will, Fran. I love you."
Fran started to lick her fingers and then gently started to touch Maggie's labia. Maggie felt a jolt of excitement at what Fran was about to do. Fran gently pressed first one, then two, and finally three fingers into Maggie's tight cunt. "Mmmm, you are really tight. You will make some young man happy one day." Fran started to slide her fingers up Maggie's wet cunt until she reached the hymen. "Brace yourself, Maggie honey," she said, and then popped her cherry. Maggie jumped with a mixture of surprise and pain. "How in the world can this be both painful and pleasurable at the same time?" Maggie thought, but an instant later, it was just pure pleasure, the pain quickly forgotten.
"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me, Fran," Maggie spurred on, and Fran, encouraged by Maggie's words, started to finger-fuck the young cunt faster and faster while licking Maggie's small but hard clit. After three or four minutes of Fran's expert finger-fucking, Maggie bucked wildly as she came in an even bigger orgasm than the first time. Maggie lay motionless on the carpet. "Oh wow, that was absolutely incredible, Fran."
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Fran was still incredibly horny, and she decided that Maggie should help her as she had helped Maggie. "Maggie, I want you to fuck me." Maggie looked up. "Oh yes, Fran, I want you so badly. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you like you fucked me. I want to taste your cum on my face."
Fran needed no more excuses as she sat down over Maggie's face. "Lick me hard." Maggie's inexperienced tongue started to lick Fran's black pussy, and Maggie soon found that she liked the taste of Fran's pussy, and she also learned that the clit was the most sensitive part of Fran's pussy. Her juices flowed even more freely when she sucked on it. "Maggie, use your fingers on my pussy, please." Maggie immediately started to touch Fran's hairy mound with her hands and slid three fingers inside her like Fran had done to her. "Oh, honey, use four. I'm older and more experienced. I can take it." Maggie complied and started to finger-fuck Fran with four fingers. Soon, Fran's hips began to buck to meet the thrusts of Maggie's hands. "I must remember that next time," Maggie thought. "Yes, yes, lick my cunt while you fuck me, Maggie," Fran said in gasps of lust. Maggie bent down and started to taste Fran's juices and lick her clit. The combination of fingers and tongue was too much for the horny and sex-starved Fran, and she soon tensed up and squeezed Maggie's head deeper into her crotch as she screamed, "OOOOOH, yes, I'm gonna CUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!!!!" After the orgasm had sent shivers through her body, Fran lay on the floor with the younger Maggie on top of her, both exhausted and dripping in cunt juice.
"Oh, you are great, Maggie. I needed that. Thank you, honey."
"It was my pleasure, believe me. But, Fran, does this mean that I am a lesbian?"
"Not necessarily. Many women are into both men and women, and their sex lives are more varied since they have more options open. I enjoy women, but I would not survive without a cock in my pussy sometimes."
"Oh," Maggie said. Fran got up and gathered her clothes. "You better shower and change before your father sees you. He would not understand."
"I won't tell him, Fran," she said as Fran left her room to go back to her own.
Chapter 3 "What I won't do for this job"
For the next few days, Fran was relaxed because her needs were satisfied by Maggie's first time. But the incident had not yet repeated itself. Firstly, because Fran did not want Maggie to be her lover, but rather find herself a nice boy (or girl) her own age, and secondly because they had not been alone in the house since.
They had talked about the incident, and Maggie understood that it was not something Fran normally did with people she worked for. She had not asked Fran if she would do it with her again, but it was maybe because she was still too shy to ask her about anything even after they had had sex on Maggie's floor.
She had wondered if Mr. Sheffield had heard their lustful screams, but she was sure that he had not since he did not indicate anything towards her.
This morning was pure heaven. The kids were all off to school, and Mr.Sheffield was out all day casting for his next production, and Niles had been gone for two hours doing the shopping.
Fran sprawled on the couch while she watched "The Bald and the Eagle," her favorite soap. "Boy, that Dallas Dakota sure was hot, bulging muscles and probably a huge cock," Fran thought as she looked on. "I'm horny again, and there is nobody home to help me. Oh well, I guess I'll have to dust off ol' Big Max," she thought. Big Max was her dildo, 10 inches of high-polished chrome and four levels. She also had a little Max, which was an 8-inch plastic dildo that she used to ass-fuck herself. "Hey, maybe I could introduce Maggie to little and Big Max when she comes home. I'm sure she would love to take it up the ass like I do."
But before she could leave the couch, Niles enters by the front door with two hands full of groceries. "Oh, shit, there goes my session with the Max brothers," Fran thought as she helped Niles carry the groceries to the kitchen.
"When are the kids back?" Niles asked.
"Not for at least five hours, and Mr. Sheffield is gone all day," Fran replied.
"Thank goodness, then we have a chance to relax," Niles said while putting the groceries away.
"By the way, Fran, I have been meaning to speak to you about something for a few days now."
"Yes, Niles, what is it?" Fran said without the faintest idea of what Niles had to say.
"It's about the stain. I can explain," Fran quickly said. "You see, I didn't know that nail polish remover would remove the color as well."
"Well, that's not the stain I was talking about."
"Eh," Fran just said, trying to buy some time.
"No, this stain was in Maggie's room."
"So why are you talking to me about it? Go yell at Maggie when she comes home."
"Well, that wouldn't be fair, since you were responsible for the stain on the carpet. Let me explain; three days ago, I found a stain on Maggie's carpet, and I could not figure out what it was, until I remembered what had happened four days ago, when Maggie came home from school."
"Shit," Fran thought. "Niles knows about me having sex with Maggie on the floor -- hold on, that's what the stain is. Why didn't I think of it?"
"Yes, you see, when I bent down to try to remove it, I was met with the distinct smell of pussy, and it was not unlike the smell I find in your room after you have used Big Max and Little Max."
"Damn, he knows about that too," Fran thought.
"I know what you were up to with Maggie, on the floor four days ago."
"Play dumb," she thought. "What do you mean, Niles?" she asked.
"Come now, I saw you fucking Maggie on the floor. I saw how you licked her tight cunt, and then she licked your pussy until you came."
She was shocked but also strangely turned on by the use of foul words by the otherwise proper English butler.
"Please don't tell Mr. Sheffield, he'll fire me, and I would have to move back to Flushing. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't turn me in, Niles."
"Anything?" Niles said. "Oh, oh, what did I just say?" Fran thought.
"Yes, anything," Fran said, thinking, "Well, I said it, and now I must do what he wants."
"I have to punish you, Fran. Get down on your knees and prepare to be punished. Close your eyes too, I don't want you to be prepared for what I will do to you."
Fran got down on her knees. "What does he have in mind?" she thought.
Suddenly, Niles thrusts his erect cock into Fran's luscious mouth. Fran is initially surprised by the action but is afraid to do anything, as Niles starts to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck me, Fran," and Fran starts to work over Niles' nine-inch erection while she thinks, "Well, that cleared up any suspicions about Niles' sexual tendencies. He is quite huge, and I'm horny as hell. This is great."
Fran begins to fondle Niles' ball-sack and soon she sucks his balls too. "Yes, Fran, you are a great cock sucker," and with that, he explodes all over Fran's face and splatters the front of her blouse. "Clean my dick," Niles orders, and Fran happily complies as she is horny and loves the taste of sperm. She licks his cock clean and then licks all her fingers clean one by one. "Are you hot, Fran? I know you haven't been fucked for some time."
"Yes, I'm hot. I want your cock in my pussy right now."
Fran starts to jack Niles off, and his dick rises to the occasion once again. "I see you are ready for my pussy as well."
Fran stands up and takes off the tight top she was wearing, revealing her beautiful breasts swaying in a green lace bra. Niles immediately flips her right tit out of the cup and starts to suck on it. His actions soon produce the desired effect as the nipples harden, and Fran's pussy gets moist. Fran can not keep her hands off her crotch while Niles sucks and licks her sensitive tits.
Niles slides Fran's bra off and discovers that her huge tits stand on their own. "Incredible," he gasps as he stares at them.
"And they feel incredible too," Fran said as she bent down and took Niles' cock between her huge tits. Niles began to move back and forth, humping her tits. She could lick the top of his cock every time he thrust forward. "Oh, Niles, come in my face. I want to lick your cum off my face. I want it, I need it."
With those words, Niles could hold back no more and fired his second load of the day. This time, Fran was prepared, and she opened her mouth and swallowed most of Niles' salty come. "Boy, he has a load left. He must be really yearning," she thought.
"Fran, that was great," Niles said as he kissed her. "Are you done?" Fran asked. "No, no, just give me a minute," "Well, just give me your tongue," Fran replied as she let her pants drop to the floor. Fran was not wearing any panties, and her pussy was gleaming with cunt juice. She jumped up on the counter, and Niles dived in between her spreading legs. Fran felt the tingle in her pussy as Niles' rough tongue worked over her pussy. "Hmm, not the same technique as Maggie, but it more than gets the job done." Niles' tongue moved up her slit and into her pussy. "Oh yes, yes, yes, Niles, suck me," Fran screamed at the top of her lungs, not worrying that anybody would hear them. Fran looked down and saw that Niles was still fully dressed, but his cock was hard again. "Take me hard, Niles," she said.
Niles quickly slid up to Fran and inserted his pulsing rod into her cunt, and soon they fucked their brains out on the kitchen counter. Fran's hips began to thrust against Niles' hips, and the juices flowed free. Suddenly, Niles withdrew and then threw Fran onto the kitchen table and took her from behind. "Oh, Niles, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt. Oh yes."
Niles increased the speed of his thrusts, and Fran screamed in ecstasy when she came in a raging orgasm. "I'm CUUUUUUUMING, Niles, oh yes, don't stop, please don't."
As Niles continued to take her while she was bent over the table.
"Sit on me," Niles whispered as he sat on a chair with his huge cock standing like a pole. Fran quickly mounted Niles and began to rock up and down on his dick while Niles sucked on her tits. "Oh, wow, this is even better as the cock slipped into her pussy all the way to the base."
"Yes, fuck me, Niles. Come in my pussy, I want your hot come in my pussy."
With that statement, Niles squeezed Fran's wonderful tits and shot a huge load off in Fran's pussy, at the same time Fran came in an orgasm unlike any before, and she screamed out her pleasure "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, Niles" as her legs locked around Niles' hips and the chair.
Fran slid off the chair and licked the cum from Niles' now shrinking cock. "That was great, Niles. I can't wait for you to punish me again sometime," Fran said with a glint in her eyes. "Thank goodness we can just wash the juices off the floor without leaving a stain," Fran said, and they both laughed out loud.
Chapter 4 "Give a man a helping hand"
The episode with Niles the day before had left Fran feeling great, and her day was shaping up to be perfect. She had gone shopping while the kids were at school and found a great deal on some sexy French lingerie, and she had also bought a skimpy bikini for sunbathing.
She was now lying in the back garden getting a tan while she could. She wore her new bikini, which was black and only covered the most essential parts, her nipples and her pussy. She did not want to wear it in front of the kids, but she thought that it might get a reaction from Mr. Sheffield.
"Ah, sorry, Fran," Fran looked up and saw Brighton standing in the door with a red face. She quickly covered her body with a towel. "Brighton, I didn't know you were home so early."
"No, I can see that," he said. "We were let off early because of a fire in the science lab."
"Brighton, did you start it?"
"No, honestly, I was nowhere near the fire. I was in my class."
"Well, that's okay then. Your sisters won't be home for at least three hours, and Niles has gone with your father. They are auditioning show-girls."
"Say no more," Brighton winked, and then said, "I'm just gonna go to my room and relax," and left.
It wasn't until Fran lowered the towel again that she could understand why Brighton's face was so red. It seemed that her bikini top was too small for her large breasts, and one of the nipples had slipped out. "I wonder how long he stood there, looking at me?"
Fran adjusted the top and then proceeded to sunbathe until she heard rustling by a window on the first floor. When she turned around, she spotted Brighton looking down at her. "Well, what do you know, a peeping Tom," she thought.
She stretched out on the blanket while she contemplated what to do. "He should be punished, but he is just a normal 16-year-old guy, and he can't help himself," she thought. She was actually flattered that he found her attractive. "Maybe I should give him something to look at," she thought and then decided to tease Brighton. She looked around to see if anybody else was watching and then she reached back and loosened her bikini top. When she let it fall, she heard a faint moan from the first floor."That got his attention," she thought. "Let's make him really fry up there." Then she started to touch her nipples lightly. She could hear Brighton pant, and she wondered if he was masturbating. Suddenly, she was real hot and horny by that thought. "No, that's ridiculous, he's a 16-year-old boy for Christ's sake," but she could feel herself getting wet. She sneaked a hand down and felt - yes, she was wet. "I wonder if he is as well endowed as his father." Fran had accidentally walked in on Mr. Sheffield while he was in the shower one time and saw that he was huge, although she recently found out that he could not get it up anymore. "But I bet Brighton can. In fact, I bet he is jerking off right now." Fran suddenly got up and entered the house. She put her bikini top in the pocket of the white shirt she put on and then pulled a pair of white shorts up over her shapely ass. The shorts were so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, and then she sneaked upstairs.
She quietly cracked Brighton's door open, and she could see him jerking off with a fury. "Oh, well, I taught Maggie. I might as well teach Brighton, but first, let's have some fun."
She opened Brighton's door fully and said out loud, "Brighton, what the hell are you doing, you little pervert? Are you jerking off while looking at me?"
Brighton jumped up and covered his erection. "What! No, I wasn't looking at you. I swear."
"Oh, but you were jerking off?"
"No, Nanny Fine, I wasn't honestly. Please believe me."
"Well, why weren't you jerking off to the sight of me?"
"What?" Brighton just said.
"Am I not attractive or sexy? Did you not see me exposing my tits and playing with my hard nipples, or even that I touched my wet pussy? I'm disappointed. I did it just for you."
"What?" Brighton just repeated.
"Yes, I did it for you. I saw you peeking, and I took my top off so that you could get a good look. I know that you jerk-off. Everybody does."
"Really, everybody?" Brighton asked with a red face.
"Well, except you apparently. I even touched my pussy, but you did nothing."
"No, I was jerking off. I was just ashamed to tell you. I was afraid that you would be mad at me," Brighton said quickly.
"That's better. I thought that there might be something wrong with you. And no, Brighton, I'm not mad at you. Everybody jerks off, and those who say they don't lie."
"E-e-e-even you, Nanny Fine?" He stammered.
"Yes, even me. I get horny sometimes and have to do something about it," Fran answered with a straight face.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're not mad at me, but why are you up here then?"
"Well, I was just gonna let you jack off to me sunbathing, but as I said, even I get horny, so I decide to join you up here," Fran said with a glint in her eye.
"Gulp," was all Brighton could reply.
"You see, just as you are turned on by my naked tits, I was turned on by the thought of you masturbating, and I want to masturbate with you."
"What, really, but..." Brighton said.
"No buts. It'll just be our little secret. It is my job to teach you about life, and masturbation is a large part of life, so why not."
"Alright," Brighton said, and he dropped the pillow he was holding, and he revealed that he was indeed well hung, although it was not hard. Fran could see that it would be at least 8 inches long when it was hard.
"Wow, you are well developed, Brighton," Fran said as she stared at his cock.
"Not as well as you are, Nanny Fine," Brighton said as he stared at her boobs.
"It's not fair that I can see your cock, but you can't see my tits or pussy," Fran said, and Brighton was visibly shocked to hear Fran use those words.
Fran unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and revealed her full tits to Brighton. "Oh, my god," Brighton whispered as she dropped the shirt to the floor.
"Uh, I see you like it, Brighton," Fran said as she looked at Brighton's cock, which was hardening as they spoke.
Fran unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of them. Brighton stared at her as she turned and displayed her shapely peaches to Brighton and then bent over and took off her bikini bottom. "Oh, my god," Brighton said again as Fran turned and showed her well-rounded naked body to Brighton.
Brighton was fully erect now and ready to explode when Fran said, "Now sit down and start to jerk that huge cock off while I finger-fuck my wet cunt."
"Why are you wet? There is no pool around?" Brighton asked.
"When women get horny, their pussy gets wet so the cock can slide into it easier," Fran replied as she spread her legs to show Brighton how wet she was.
Brighton grabbed his hard cock and started to jerk-off while Fran's fingers pistoned in and out of her hot cunt. "Oh, Brighton, you have no idea how horny I am right now. My nipples are hard. Oh, oh, I'm gonna CUUUUUMMMMM!" she yelled as her body stretched out in an orgasm. While her body shivered with joy, Brighton's dick shot a load onto his bed.
"Wow, that was great, Nanny Fine," Brighton said while getting his breath back.
"Call me Fran now. I mean, you have seen me have an orgasm in front of you," Fran replied while she licked the come off her fingers.
"Why were your nipples hard?" Brighton asked.
"When I touch my breasts, they get hard with excitement. Do you want to feel?" Fran asked.
"Oh, God, yes," Brighton answered and rushed over to the nude and prone Fran Fine.
"Easy now, let me guide you," Fran said and took Brighton's hands.
"I will only allow you to touch me if you swear not to tell your father about this. It will be our little secret."
Brighton nodded quickly. "Of course, I won't tell. What am I gonna say? 'Hey, dad, I saw Nanny Fine naked, and then I jerked off while she finger-fucked her wet, hairy pussy'? First of all, he would not believe me. I don't even believe it, and secondly, he would kill me if I told him such a story."
Fran put Brighton's hands on her tits and said, "Gently massage the nipples, and they will get hard." Brighton started to carefully touch her nipples, and they did indeed start to harden. "MMMMMMM, that's real good, Brighton. Now, lick them, and they will get even harder," Fran said, and Brighton willingly complied with the request as he took Fran's hard, dark brown nipples in his mouth. He kept his hands working on her breasts while he sucked her tits. Fran suddenly noticed that Brighton's cock once again stood erect. "Brighton, remember when I sat you down last year and told you about sex?" Fran said while she got hornier and hornier. "Yeah," Brighton said and then returned to sucking her nipples. "Well, I told you about sex and masturbation, but I did not tell you about oral sex," Fran said, eyeing his dick. "Oral sex? Oh, you mean a blow job," Brighton said with a smile.
"You know what a blow job is, Brighton. Have you had one before?" Fran said while caressing Brighton's tight ass.
"I know what it is, but..." Brighton's voice trailed off.
Fran grabbed Brighton by his cock, and Brighton shivered. "Have you ever been touched by a woman?" Fran asked. "N-n-no," Brighton stammered as Fran started to fondle his balls. "Well, it's about time then. Wow, your balls are ready to burst. They need to be drained right now."
Fran bent down and took Brighton's throbbing cock in her mouth. "Oh, my god," Brighton whispered. Fran started to suck Brighton's cock and worked herself into a frenzy. Brighton was in seventh heaven when he heard, "Oh, Brighton, shoot your load right in my mouth. Give it to me," Fran said, and then she continued to suck Brighton's cock. That statement, in combination with the sound of Fran's cock sucking, drove Brighton over the edge, and he came in a huge explosion of sperm. Brighton's knees buckled under him while Fran swallowed Brighton's hot jiz. She then proceeded to lick the cum off his dick.
"Oh, my god, I think I just fainted," "Well, I guess it was good, huh?" Fran replied.
"Now, it's your time to do something for me," Fran said. Brighton quickly stood up and said, "What do you have in mind?" he eagerly said.
"Well, you are certainly eager to please. I like that. Okay, I just sucked your cock, now you must return the favor. You must learn to lick my pussy."
"Oh, fuck, yes," Brighton replied and got down on his knees. "I'm ready."
Fran spread her pussy with her wet fingers and said, "Lick me right here at this point. It's called the clitoris, and it is very sensitive."
Brighton cautiously probed Fran's clit with the tip of his tongue. "Don't worry, Brighton. You can suck it as hard as you want. The harder, the better," Fran said, and Brighton shoved his face into Fran's wet cunt. "Damn, she tastes good," Brighton thought as he licked her pussy. "Brighton, you are a natural," Fran said as Brighton's probing tongue brought her to the edge of bliss. "Stick your tongue up my cunt. Make me come," Fran yelled, and Brighton drilled his tongue deeper inside her slit. Suddenly, Fran grabbed his head and shoved him closer into her pussy, and as she squeezed his head with her thighs, she yelled out in ecstasy, "OOOOOOHHH MMMMMMMY GOD!" and then she slumped down on the chair she was sitting on.
"Man, you are one great little cunt licker, Brighton. You are a natural," she told him, and he beamed with pride. This last exercise had gone unnoticed by Brighton's teenage cock, and it was ready for action again.
"I can see that it is time for the last lesson. It's time that you fucked me, Brighton," Fran said while looking at Brighton's cock. "Hmm, teenagers have a lot of staying power, don't they, and thank god for that," she thought as she went over to the bed with Brighton following right behind her.
"This is great," Brighton claimed as Fran leaned back on the bed and took Brighton by the cock. "Now, push it up my cunt and then go back and forth." Brighton complied, and after two tries, Brighton succeeded in inserting his hard rod into Fran's wet cunt. "That's right, Brighton. Now, go faster." Brighton turned up the pace, and Fran's hips began to buck back at Brighton's hips, and he fucked her even faster. "Oh, yes, fuck my tight cunt, Brighton.""Brighton enjoyed the whole experience, but soon Fran pulled his cock out of her pussy. "What the...?" | null | Chapter 1 "Discoveries" | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Nanny001.txt |
1,240 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 8 | "Why am I so damn horny?" Harry Kim thought as he sat behind a huge desk in what he had started to think of as "his" office. "But that's to be expected with that gorgeous, sexy woman living in my house, not to mention my 'daughter' - she's a real hot teenager. Then there's my 'business partner' - she may be a little cold, but she was obviously into me. I wonder if I should take advantage of it."
"Harry Kim, you are one sick puppy," he said out loud as he pondered his options, "but I like sick, so that's just fine."
"There she is, some might say that she's a cold bitch, but she is not bad looking, short blond hair and a lean, fit body." Harry thought as his business partner came into his office.
"Hello, Maxwell. How are you today?" the woman said as she put her briefcase on the table.
"Just fine, C.C. Do we have a lot of work today?"
"No, Maxwell, nothing much," she said and pushed a script over to Harry. "You should read this."
"Could you just give me a brief summary, please?"
"Certainly, it's a story about the hidden passion between two business partners," C.C. said with a glow in her otherwise cold eyes. "He doesn't know that she's in love with him, and she cannot bring herself to tell him."
"Hm, that sounds pretty unrealistic. I mean, the man must be such an oaf not to know if a woman is in love with him," Harry said while judging C.C.'s reaction.
"Really, I think that it's a great story, and I frankly think that it's a winner."
"Well, I have to read it first, of course, and remember that I have the final say - I am the boss," Harry said sternly while admiring her lean legs sticking out from under her mid-length skirt.
"Yes, Maxwell," C.C. whispered in a submissive tone.
"So, C.C., I'm the boss, and you will do what I say, right?"
"Yes, Maxwell," she repeated, looking at the floor.
"You know, C.C., I really like this side of you. It is very sexy," Harry said and stood up.
"Really?" C.C. said with hopeful eyes, "Well, I'm yours to command, Maxwell," she said in a schoolgirl voice.
"Alright, then call me Master," Harry said, staring at her.
"Yes, Master."
"I want you to prove your loyalty to me, and then I'll reward you. C.C., kiss my shoe," Harry knew that that trick was an old one, but it would show him if C.C. was truly sincere.
C.C. quickly got down on her knees and kissed his shoes. "Good, C.C., and here is your reward," Harry said and then kissed her on the forehead, "If you want more, you have to do what I say."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, C.C., take off your panties and show me your cunt, slut."
C.C. was shocked by Maxwell's statement, but also turned on by the prospect of his "reward," and she quickly complied by sliding off her panties.
"Throw them to me," Harry said, and caught her panties as she quickly did what he said. Harry smelled her panties and liked what he smelled. "Now, spread your legs, bitch."
C.C. spread her legs and revealed a clean-shaven pussy. Harry was incredibly turned on by the sight of C.C.'s bald snatch. "Now, take off your shirt and play with your tits," again C.C. did what she was told without questioning. Her dream was finally coming true, and she did not mind that Maxwell bossed her around - she actually liked it.
Her hands quickly found the buttons of her shirt and pulled it open, then the shirt fell to the floor, and the bra quickly followed. Her tits were not large; they were average and pointy with small nipples. C.C. began to cup her tits and then worked them over with both hands.
"Now, stop, C.C. You are not allowed to touch your tits or cunt until I say so."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, C.C., do you want me to fuck you?" Harry asked in a stern voice.
"Yes."
"Yes, what, bitch?" Harry roared at her and then slapped her hard.
C.C. fell to the floor when Harry struck her, but she soon regained her composure and answered, "Yes, Master, please fuck me."
"That's better, cunt. I might fuck you if you do whatever I say without questions, understood?"
"Yes, Master," C.C. said while rubbing her red cheek.
"Miss Fine, would you come in here, please?" Harry said out loud, and Fran Fine, his nanny, entered the room. She was wearing an incredibly tight leather outfit that left nothing to the imagination.
"Maxwell," C.C. started to say, but Harry quickly slapped her again. "Not a word, you dyke," Harry yelled out.
"Now, Fran, C.C. has been bad. You have to punish her; she's all yours, put her to work," Harry said while admiring Fran's large cleavage. Fran went over to C.C. and proceeded to tie each of her hands with a leather strap. C.C. lay on her back on the couch with each of her arms tied to the ends of the couch. Fran then pulled off C.C.'s skirt, leaving her with only her garters and stockings.
"MMMMMMMM, that looks good enough to eat, maybe later," Fran said as she unzipped her leather dress. The dress fell to the floor, and Fran Fine stood completely naked in front of C.C. and Harry Kim. "You go first, Miss Babcock," Fran said and placed her black pussy in front of C.C.'s face. C.C. hesitated, not sure what was going on, but then Harry said, "You better start eating her, or I'll knock you silly. If you make her cum, you will be fucked too."
C.C. was in the throes of lust and complied without questioning Harry. She put her tongue in Fran's cunt and started to lick it. "Harder, cunt," Fran said as she pressed her crotch in C.C.'s face. C.C.'s tongue went inside Fran's cunt and probed her deeper. "She's a little inexperienced, but she is not bad," Fran said as her hips started to move in unison with C.C.'s face. "UUUUUUHHHH YEAH," Fran said as she came, and C.C. felt the salty come from Fran's cunt and lapped it up.
Fran moved off C.C.'s face, and she kissed her hard, tasting her own juices. "Well, you made her come, so you will be fucked," Harry said while he zipped down his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
"YES," C.C. yelled out at the prospect of "Maxwell's" cock in her.
"Be quiet, bitch," Harry said, "Hey, Fran, let's really make her suffer before she gets her reward."
Harry kissed Fran deeply, and then his hands ran down her back and grabbed her ass while Fran grabbed his pants and pulled them down. C.C. looked on in disbelief as Harry cupped Fran's tits and started to knead them, and then Fran pushed Harry back on the desk and took his cock in her mouth. C.C. felt her cunt tingle as she watched Fran give Harry a loud blowjob, and she was not sure if it was Harry or Fran that turned her on.
"Let me fuck you, Fran, before I explode," Harry said, and Fran bent over to let him take her from behind. Harry grabbed her shapely hips and slid inside her cunt. Harry had fucked many women, but none as tight as this Jewish beauty, and he had to press to slide all the way into her. He quickly started to fuck her from behind in swift motions; Harry grabbed her wonderful mounds and played with them with great enthusiasm. C.C. passively looked on as Harry slammed his hips into Fran's perfectly shaped ass.
Harry pulled Fran up, and then he instructed her to lie down on the floor. He quickly moved in between her legs, and they continued where they left off as they fucked with great joy. Fran's hips moved with great speed as Harry's cock brought her to the edge once again. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she yelled out as Harry slid into her up to the base of his hard, throbbing cock.
Fran came in yet another orgasm, and her body convulsed with lust as Harry kept on fucking her, giving her multiple orgasms. Then Harry pulled out his cock and shot his load all over C.C.'s prone body; he shot five or six loads all over her body, with one load hitting her squarely in the face.
"Lick it off your lips, you slut," Harry commanded, and C.C. did what she was told.
"Now, C.C., let's see about you getting fucked, but you have to beg."
"Pleeeeeeeease, fuck me, Maxwell. Put your huge cock in my snatch," C.C. begged.
"Well, it's good to hear you say those words, but before my cock enters your pussy, I have something else in mind for you," Harry said. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek, long, golden vibrator. "You will have to feel this first while I catch my breath," he said.
Harry turned the vibrator on and started to rub it over C.C.'s cum-soaked tits, and she immediately started to shiver with anticipation as Harry worked his way down her tight belly. He stopped at the top of her cunt and began to stimulate her clit. "OOOOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDD," C.C. yelled out in pleasure. Harry then moved the vibrator down over her cunt, but to C.C.'s surprise, he did not put it in her cunt. Instead, he ran it around her anus while rubbing her juices all over her ass. Then he started to slide it up her ass. C.C. had never had a cock up her ass, and she was incredibly tight. Harry had to push with all his might before it slid up her ass."Well, I guess Niles was right; she is a tight ass," Harry said as he pushed the vibrator up C.C.'s squirming ass.
C.C. took the anal intrusion without complaining because of the prospect of his cock inside her, and her patience was rewarded shortly after as she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Harry slid his cock into her tight cunt while he continued to slide the vibrator in and out of her ass. But then Harry started to fuck C.C. with force and had to use both hands to grab her hips to thrust her body onto his cock; the vibrator was still in her ass as Harry fucked her senseless.
Fran joined in as her hands found the vibrator, and she moved it in unison with Harry's pistoning cock, and C.C. bucked with sexual ecstasy. Harry grabbed C.C.'s tits and squeezed her nipples with force, sending a wave of pain through her body. The pain was too much for C.C. as she came in a violent orgasm unlike any she had ever had before. Harry was not ready to finish the fuck fest as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock, and he continued to fuck her.
"Let's switch places, Fran," Harry said as he pulled his cock out of her wet cunt. Fran removed the vibrator and let Harry press his cock up her asshole. She was still tight, but her own orgasm had lubricated her, so the ass fucking was painless for Harry, at least. Fran put the vibrator in C.C.'s cunt and started to pump it in and out. Harry fucked her tight ass with joy and knew that the end was coming on, but he kept on fucking her ass.
"I'M Cumming!" Harry yelled out as he shot his load up her ass with great force. C.C. came again as she felt Harry's sperm shooting up her ass while Fran slid the vibrator into her up to the base.
"Hey, Q, don't," Janeway started to say as Q turned off the viewer, but then she realized what she was saying and shut up.
"Oh, you liked it, did you? Well, you and I could recreate it right here, right now, Kathy," Q said as the couch turned to a huge bed.
"I'm not the submissive kind. I thought that you knew that by now, Q."
"That's true. But... well... No way, it's too dangerous, Kathy. I just won't do it."
"Fine, Q, but I'm not going to take part in your adolescent sex games. If we are not equals, then it ain't gonna happen," Janeway said with fire in her eyes. | null | Part 8 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot08.txt |
1,241 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 6 | "Q, will you please stop this insanity?" Janeway pleaded.
"Well, Kathy, you know what I want!" Q said as he looked at her with lust.
"Will you stop this if I let you?" Janeway said, but Q interrupted, "You have to do this of your own free will. You can't just let me do it; it has to be real. And don't worry, Kathy, I'll know if it's real."
"You have to know that that's impossible, Q," Janeway responded.
"Fine, then sit back and enjoy the show. Let's watch as your doctor gives a physical," Q said as he focused on the screen once again.
"I wish she would just go away. Damn, she's more annoying than Mr. Neelix or Lt. Paris, and that's saying something," the Doctor thought as the girl who was supposed to be his sister kept nagging him.
"Please, Alex, why won't you introduce me to your friend Mike? He's a hunk," Mallory said.
"Mallory, he is not interested in you. He likes cerebral girls," the Doctor said.
"Hey, Alex, I'm a cerebral girl, and you know it. I wish you would stop acting like you are the greatest thing since sliced bread," she whined.
"I'm not acting. I have a superior intellect. Please drop the subject," the Doctor said quickly, tiring of the conversation with Mallory.
"You know, you have gotten even more arrogant in the last few days than I thought possible," Mallory said and ran out of the kitchen.
"Me, arrogant?" the Doctor thought. "Don't be ridiculous. I should really put her in her place. Hmm, 'Mom' and 'Dad' have taken Jennifer and left for the weekend. I couldn't get another opportunity like this." The Doctor started to formulate a plan.
Mallory was sitting in her room when the Doctor came in. "Listen, Mallory, I'm sorry that I snapped at you."
"You know, you could be so mean sometimes. Alex, you are such a creep sometimes. I can't believe that we are brother and sister," Mallory said and looked angrily at him.
"I'm sorry, Mallory. Please forgive me," the Doctor said as he spread his arms out, inviting Mallory to hug him.
"Well, that's alright, I guess," Mallory said and moved in to hug her older brother.
The Doctor smelled her hair and decided to go for it. His hands slowly slid down to her ass, and he grabbed them quickly. "Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Mallory cried out and tried to pry loose from his grabbing hands.
"Shut up, you bitch," the Doctor said. He could see that Mallory was surprised by his rude words, then he started to lift Mallory's skirt while he fondled her long legs. Mallory struggled in his hands, and then she managed to slap him hard. The Doctor rubbed his chin and then he slapped her so hard that she fell down on the floor.
The Doctor moved in while she was still stunned. He ripped her dress open and exposed her medium-sized teenage tits. He managed to tangle Mallory's arms in her torn dress and then he yanked her bra off. Mallory shrieked in a mixture of terror and surprise. She could not believe that her own brother had ripped the top of her dress off and was beginning to suck on her tits. Mallory struggled to get loose, but it only turned the Doctor on more. He suddenly bit her left nipple hard, and Mallory screamed out in pain. "Lie still if you don't want me to really hurt you," the Doctor whispered to the whimpering teenager. She sobbed but did not struggle as much anymore.
The Doctor started to slide his hands up the inside of her thighs, closing in on her pussy. He suddenly grabbed her cunt and pulled on her panties with such force that it slipped up her pussy slit. "This is gonna be great. I'm gonna fuck you brains out, and you can't stop me," the Doctor said as he neared his head to her pussy. The Doctor saw Mallory's black-haired cunt and knew that he had to taste it, and then he did. The Doctor ran his tongue over her dry pussy and started to work it over.
"Alex, please stop and think," Mallory pleaded while the Doctor was licking her cunt. She almost puked as she felt his probing tongue at a place where few men had been before.
"I don't want to think. I want to fuck," the Doctor said. "In fact, I think I have an idea on how to shut you up." The Doctor moved away from her cunt and then he sat down on her chest, pinning her arms with his knees.
"Now, if you bite me or hurt me, I'll kill you," the Doctor said, and then he pulled his cock out of his pants. "Now, suck it and make it good," the Doctor said as he put his cock on her lips. "Come on, Nick told me that you loved to suck cock, so suck mine," the Doctor told her and then he slapped her hard. Mallory felt her right cheek explode in pain. "I better do what he says," she thought, and then she took the Doctor's cock in her mouth.
"Oh, yes, you slut, you love it, don't you?" the Doctor said as he felt her mouth around his dick. Mallory did not want to suck his cock, but she was afraid that he would hit her again if she did not do her best. And Mallory was one of the best at cock sucking. Nick had said so, and so had most of her class at high school.
"You are a great cock sucker, sis," the Doctor said as he pumped into her mouth. "But let's use another part of your wonderful body as well." The Doctor moved back a little and put his cock between her tits. "Press them together and let me fuck your tits, you slut," he said and started to pump between her mounds. Mallory did as she was told, but she loathed every second. "If he cums, maybe he won't fuck me," Mallory thought as she worked her tits up and down his pumping cock. The Doctor loved the feel of her tits around his cock, but he wanted something more. "Now, we're ready," the Doctor said and pulled Mallory onto the bed. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out," the Doctor said.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO, ALEX!" Mallory yelled out as the Doctor spit on her pussy and rubbed it in, then he slowly put his cock up her pussy. "Man, she's tight," the Doctor thought as he struggled to press his hard cock inside her. He soon felt her juices starting to flow lightly.
"Oh no, I must be sick, but my pussy is getting wet as he fucks me," Mallory thought as the Doctor finally slipped all the way into her cunt, and then he started to work in and out. The Doctor grabbed her hips and started to slam into her with great joy, his hips slamming against her ass with loud thuds. Mallory could not believe what was happening, but she was too stunned to do anything but lay there and let him fuck her.
The Doctor stood up and pulled Mallory over to her dresser, and then he bent her over and took her from behind. The Doctor slammed into her with vigor, and their pumping bodies scattered all her things all over the floor. The Doctor was incredibly turned on by the image in the mirror of them fucking, and he took her harder and harder. Mallory started to scream as the Doctor took her so hard that she felt like she was being spanked, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. The Doctor grabbed her tits and squeezed them very hard, making Mallory scream even louder. "Scream all you want, nobody can hear you," the Doctor said as he started to kiss her up and down the back.
"Oh, I have a great idea, Mal," the Doctor said as he pulled his cock out and then he pulled her into the bathroom. The Doctor grabbed a scarf and tied one of her hands, then he tied both her hands to the shower so she stood with both hands over her head, buck-naked. "Man, you look hot," the Doctor said, and then he stepped into the shower with her. The Doctor grabbed her ass and lifted her slightly from the floor, then he positioned her legs around his hips and pushed into her once again. He slammed against her with joy and squashed her against the wall, and she screamed out once again. The Doctor kissed her heaving tits and squeezed her ass while he continued to fuck her wildly.
The Doctor continued to fuck the tied-up teenager for another couple of minutes until he felt that he was about to come. "If you beg me, I won't cum inside you," the Doctor said as he observed Mallory's pained expression.
"Please, Alex, don't cum inside me. Don't shoot your load in me," Mallory pleaded with tears in her eyes.
"If you insist," the Doctor said, and then he pulled his cock out and shot a couple of long, hard loads up her body, some even landing on her face. "Lick it off your lips, Mallory, or..." the Doctor threatened, and Mallory had no option but to comply, and she licked his jiz off her lips.
"Mallory, if you ever tell anybody what I did, I'll kill you," the Doctor said with an insane look in his eyes. Mallory believed him and decided not to tell, besides, she would be too embarrassed to tell.
"By the way, Mallory, there is more than 36 hours before Mom and Dad are back, so you better brace yourself. I'll be back in about half an hour, and then I might let you down," the Doctor said and kissed her hard.
"That was sick, Q, and you made him do it, didn't you?" Janeway said in horror.
"Of course, I did. The Doctor does not have a sex life, so I gave him one. I liked it, and I think he'll remember it forever. I hope it inspired him. The Doctor passed with flying colors," Q said with a smile."Now, Kathy, how about my proposal, or are you willing to witness what I have up my sleeve for that half-Klingon bitch?" Q said, then cupped her right breast. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot06.txt |
1,242 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 11 | "So Q, am I a Q or are you human?" Janeway asked as the flash subsided.
"Well, I'm human now. It was the lesser of two evils. So, Kathy, let's fuck," Q said and unzipped his uniform.
"That's good, Q. By the way, I have someone you should meet," Janeway said, and then a voice came from behind them both.
"Hello, Q," the female voice said. Q and Janeway turned around to see the female Q, Mrs. Q.
"Eh, hello, dear," Q said. "Damn, it's the old ball and chain," he whispered to Janeway.
"Sure she is. I invited her, Q, and now the tables have turned," Janeway said with a smile.
"That's right, Q, and the jig is up," Mrs. Q said, and then she snapped her fingers. Q found himself bound and gagged; he was unable to move or speak.
"So, Q, you want to have sex with this woman," Mrs. Q said. "That's a great idea, but why settle for just one Voyager woman?" And then B'Elanna appeared on the bridge, completely naked. "Or two." Again, she snapped her fingers, and Seven appeared on the bridge; she was buck-naked too. "Well, we are four now, but let's complete the group." And then Kes appeared on the bridge; she looked no older than the day she had joined the crew, and her hair was still short. "There we are, all together now. Oh, by the way, I had to pick this ravishing creature out of time to have her join us," Mrs. Q said as she took Kes by the shoulder.
"So, Q, do you like what you see?" Mrs. Q asked Q as she saw his cock getting hard. "Too bad, because you can't join us. You like to look? Well, then, take a look at this," Mrs. Q said, and then she kissed Captain Janeway.
Q could do nothing but watch as Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q started to kiss each other, and he was straining against his restraints as he saw Mrs. Q's clothes disappear in a flash. Soon, Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q pressed their naked bodies against each other.
While they were going at it, B'Elanna and Kes had decided to show her the joys of human sexuality as they each sucked on one of her huge tits. Kes' hand soon found Seven's cunt and started to play with it, B'Elanna moved around Seven to her back and started to kiss her from the neck down to her round ass. Without thinking, Seven pulled Kes to her feet and kissed her deeply; Kes returned the favor, and soon their tongues were dancing around.
As Kes and B'Elanna worked over Seven, the Captain was showing Mrs. Q the joys of cunnilingus as she was licking her dark red cunt with great expertise. Mrs. Q had never felt anything like this; she was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. Janeway licked Mrs. Q's clit and felt the electricity running through Mrs. Q's body; she then moved up Mrs. Q's belly and soon her mouth found Mrs. Q's large and luscious tits.
Seven sat down in the captain's chair, and Kes quickly moved in between her legs and started to lick Seven's pussy. B'Elanna took advantage of Kes' position and started to lick the delicate Ocampan's hairless cunt. B'Elanna's tongue sends a shiver through Kes' body, which is then transferred to Seven's body as Kes' tongue slides deep inside her cunt.
Seven is finally getting into the action, and she starts to cup her own tits and then she lifts her right tit and licks her nipple. Seven's hips start to buck under Kes' oral assault, and B'Elanna pushes two fingers up Kes' pussy at the same time so that both women push down on Kes at the same time, creating an incredible effect on the young alien. Soon, Kes screams in joy as she comes in a thunderous orgasm and then slips down to the floor. B'Elanna wastes no time in taking her place between Seven's legs and she gets her first taste of the ex-Borg's cunt juices.
Janeway instructs Mrs. Q in how to really lick her own pussy while she has her head buried in the red pussy of the omnipotent woman as they explore each other's bodies in a passionate 69. "This is better than anything I have ever experienced," Mrs. Q said in between licking Janeway's cunt. "I could go on forever."
"Well, we'll see about that," Janeway thought as she slowly slid a finger up Mrs. Q's pussy. Janeway clearly felt the wave of emotion rushing through Mrs. Q's body as she started to shake all over. She then inserted another finger in Mrs. Q's tight pussy and found that it was so tight that she might not be able to fit a third finger inside her right now. Janeway was pleased when she felt two fingers on her own pussy. "She's a quick study," Janeway thought as first two, then three, and finally four fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
B'Elanna felt that Seven was on the verge of an orgasm and increased her licking, and soon Seven came in a roaring orgasm, which sent a flow of pussy juice onto B'Elanna's face. As Seven caught her breath, B'Elanna licked the pussy juice off her own face, then she saw Captain Janeway and Mrs. Q in a 69 and went over to them.
"Can I join you?" B'Elanna asked, not waiting for an answer before she started to kiss Captain Janeway. Quickly, Janeway and B'Elanna started to lick Mrs. Q's tits. After a moment of licking and sucking, B'Elanna straddled Mrs. Q's face as Janeway resumed her licking of Mrs. Q's pussy. B'Elanna showed her black cunt into Mrs. Q's face and quickly felt the tongue of the omnipotent woman lying under her.
Kes had recovered from her orgasm, and she joined the three women on the floor as she started to knead Mrs. Q's fleshy mounds with great zeal. Seven joined the party shortly, and she started to work over Mrs. Q's other tit. The four women worked on Mrs. Q for minutes until she could not take it anymore and came with a blinding firework (literally) and arched her body.
"Holy Continuum," Mrs. Q whispered as she caught her breath. "Now let me return the favor to you, to you all," and then there were four of her, one for each woman. The four Starfleet women soon found themselves being eaten by a female Q.
Within minutes, the bridge echoed with moans of pleasure and ecstasy as Captain Janeway, Seven, B'Elanna, and Kes came almost in unison under the pussy licking of the female Qs. As they caught their breath, Mrs. Q fused back together as one being.
"That was more than just exciting; it was a display of the greatest force in the universe. It's even greater than the Q Continuum, as this warthog so clearly demonstrated," Mrs. Q said as she pointed to the bound and gagged Q.
"So, Q, did you like what you saw? What's the matter, Q? Cat got your tongue?" Mrs. Q said to Q. "Well, Kathryn, that was great. Let's do this again sometime, okay?"
"Anytime, Q, as long as you leave that amoeba at home," Janeway answered.
"Ooh, he'll be busy for the next couple of millennia. He has to answer to the Continuum and to me," Mrs. Q said, and with a flash, she appeared in a tight, shiny leather outfit, holding a bullwhip and a cat-o-nine tails in her hands. "He is going to be punished by the Q, and thank God we are mostly female. Goodbye, Kate," Mrs. Q said, kissed Captain Janeway, and then left in a flash. Q was gone too, and so was Kes.
Kathryn Janeway looked at the naked Seven of Nine and B'Elanna Torres and then said, "I hope the men are back!"
The End | null | Part 11 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot11.txt |
1,243 | Martin4Life | Frasier Crane; at your service Part 1 | "Frasier, you're on in two minutes."
"Thank you, Roz. I'll be ready," Frasier Crane said, as he put on his headphones ready for his radio show.
"Hey, Frasier, have you seen my coffee anywhere?" Roz asked.
"How the hell should... Isn't that it right there behind you?" Frasier said with some impatience.
"Thanks, Frasier," she said and gulped down the entire cup. "Euw, that tasted even worse than normal," she said and winced.
"Frasier, you're on," Roz said as she opened the link to the outside.
"Hello, Seattle, this is Doctor Frasier Crane with today's show. Today, we'll talk about work and the psychological problems that might come from it. Remember, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service. Let's start by opening up the phones. Roz, do we have a caller?"
"Yes, we have 'Randy' on the phone," Roz said over the speaker.
"Hello, Randy. What is your problem?" Frasier says as he opens the line.
"Hello, Doctor Crane. I have a problem at work," Randy says.
"Yes, tell me about it, and maybe I can help you," Frasier said with a smooth voice.
"Okay. The problem is that I am in love with a man I work with, but he does not seem to notice me 'like that,' you know," Randy said with a low voice.
"Well, I can certainly imagine the anguish you must go through. Let me ask you this, is he involved with anybody at this time?" Frasier asked.
"I don't think so, no. I'm sure that there is nobody else. Dr. Crane, I can't really just blurt it out, he is too shy," Randy said.
"Then show him how you feel, make some small gestures to show him how you feel. If you show him, you might find out how he feels by the response you get. And the more personal the gesture, the more reliable the response is," Frasier said.
"Okay, Dr. Crane, I'll try. By the way, don't you ever get tired of just helping others without anybody helping you? I mean, isn't anybody at your service?" Randy asked.
"Well, 'Randy,' the money always helps, ha, ha, ha. But seriously, Randy, I get a lot of pleasure from helping other people. Besides, I have friends who help me," Frasier said to Randy.
"Oh, you mean like that producer of yours," Randy said.
"Yes, Roz is a good friend. I hope I helped you, Randy. Goodbye," Frasier said and switched to another caller.
"Hello, you are on the air. How may I help you?" Frasier asked.
"Hi, I'm Geneva. I just have some advice for Randy who just called," the voice said.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Well, if she really wanted to know how he feels, she should give him a blow job," Geneva said.
"What the..." Frasier shot out. "Do you mean that she should initiate fellatio just to see how he feels?"
"Yes, that's how I do it," Geneva said.
"And I bet you come up with a winner every time. Let's take a commercial on that note," Frasier said and switched off his microphone.
Roz came into the studio. "That last woman sure surprised you," she said.
"Yeah, she did. I mean, that was the last thing I expected to hear," Frasier said as he slumped back in his chair.
"But on the good side, it can only help improve the ratings," Roz said with a smile.
"Har, har, har," Frasier just said.
"Frasier, I have something to tell you," Roz said while looking at her feet.
"Yes, Roz, what is it?" Frasier said.
"I'm 'Randy,'" Roz said quickly.
"You certainly are. I read it on the men's room wall," Frasier quipped, not knowing what Roz meant.
"No, Frasier, I'm the caller 'Randy.' I needed to talk to someone, and I couldn't talk directly with you, so..." Roz said, and her voice trailed off.
"But, Roz, do you mean that you are in love with someone here at the station?" Frasier said, suddenly interested.
"Oh, yes," Roz said as she sat on the table in front of Frasier.
"Well, I hope you don't take the advice of the other caller. I mean..." and then his words were cut off by Roz's hand on his zipper.
"What the hell?" Frasier whispered as Roz unzipped his pants.
"Just sit back and enjoy," Roz said and slipped her hand inside the pants. "MMMMMMM, that looks good enough to eat," Roz said and kissed the head of Frasier's cock. "Hey, that got a response," she said as Frasier's dick went hard in her hands. Frasier could not believe what was happening. Roz was about to suck his cock. Nobody had ever done that. He had not had the nerve to ask Diane to do it, and Lillith thought that it was disgusting. Frasier could not help admitting that he had thought, no, fantasized about Roz, and she was really getting to him.
Roz massaged his hard cock with her hands, and then she tasted the precum on Frasier's cock. "You are ready, I see, but you are also on in 10 seconds," Roz said and slid his throbbing cock into her hungry mouth.
"Oh, shit," Frasier said as he put on his headset and turned on the microphone. "Hello again, this is FRAS-ier Crane COMING from the eeehhh well. Oh, you know the station's name," Frasier said, unable to focus on anything other than Roz's lips around his cock, moving up and down. He was afraid that the listeners would hear the loud blow job he was getting, so he turned the microphone away from himself.
"Okay, let's have a song while we enjoy this we-e-e-e-t summer day," Frasier punched the dials, and the music came on.
"Oh, god, Frasier, you have one great cock," Roz said as she started to lick it up and down while fondling his hanging balls. Frasier said nothing as he was riding the waves of ecstasy, trying his best not to come.
"Oh, Frasier, I want to taste you cum, shoot it down my throat," Roz said and then swallowed his dick to the base.
"Oh, my god," Frasier said as his hips thrust forward to meet Roz's mouth. Her hands on his balls and the sensation of her probing tongue on the underside of his cock was too much, and he shot his entire load into Roz's mouth with the force of a jet engine. Roz felt the spurts on the back of her throat, and she was enjoying her first real taste of Frasier. She tried to swallow all of Frasier's juices, but it was too much even for an experienced cock sucker like Roz, and some of it started to drip down her chin.
"She's swallowing it all, this is better than I ever imagined," Frasier thought as he looked at Roz's flushed face sucking his cum.
"My god, Roz, you are really good," Frasier said as Roz stood up.
"Well, I have had some experience with cock sucking before," Roz said and wiped the semen off her chin. "By the way, the song ran out about a minute ago," She said as she went back to her booth.
"Oh, eh, hello again, Seattle. Sorry about the delay, we had a eeeh technical problem, yeah, that's it. So, I'm sorry about that, but we are ready to take callers again, so let's see who's out there," Frasier said and jabbed at the phone lines.
"Hello, this is Randy again," The voice said, and this time Frasier did recognize Roz's voice.
"So, Randy, what's up eeeh I mean, what can I do for you?" Frasier said.
"Oh, you have already done enough. I took your advice, and I took Geneva's advice as well," Roz said with a coy smile as she looked at Frasier.
"Oh, I'm sure he appreciated it. I can only say that I would if it happened to me. So, how did he respond?" Frasier asked.
"Well, I'm not sure. What do you think?" Roz asked.
"I'm sure he loved it. I would, and he can not help looking at you differently after today. I know I do," Frasier said.
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," Roz said and hung up.
"You're welcome, Roz eeh, Randy, and please call me Frasier. Oh, look at the time, it's time to go, so, as always, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service. Goodbye," Frasier said and turned off the microphone.
"Roz, where are you?" Frasier said, but she was gone.
"What the??" Frasier thought.
"Hey, Frasier, how's the head-shrinking business?" Bulldog said as he barged into the studio. "I thought your show would pick up when that woman talked about sucking the big one, but then you turned it into a stuttering idiot," Bulldog said and slapped Frasier on the back.
"Hello, Bulldog, as subtle as a chainsaw, eh?" Frasier said.
"Oh, by the way, have you seen a cup of brown liquid in here?" Bulldog said as he looked around.
"No, I don't think so," Frasier said.
"Oh, shit, man. That was a powerful Native-American aphrodisiac, and now it's gone. Oh, man," Bulldog said and sat down.
"A Native-American aphrodisiac? Where the hell did you get it?" Frasier asked with a sneaking suspicion.
"From that guy who works the coffee stand down in the lobby, what's his name? Oh, yeah, Apu," Bulldog said.
"Apu? But he's an Indian, Bulldog," Frasier said.
"That's not very PC, is it, Frasier?" Bulldog said.
"No, what I mean is that he is from India," Frasier responded.
"No way, man. He said he just moved here from Springfield, where he ran the Kwicky-Mart," Bulldog said without realizing what Frasier meant.
"No, what I mean is that 'Apu Nahasapeemapetilan' is not a Native-American name," Frasier said.
"Whatever, Frasier.""But that aphrodisiac was a sure thing," Bulldog said while he continued to look for it.
"How does it work?" Frasier asked.
"Well, the person who drinks it falls in love with the person she looks at after she drinks it. It makes her so horny that she has to have it right then and there," Bulldog said.
"That explains a hell of a lot," Frasier thought. "What happens afterwards?" Frasier asked.
"Well, that depends. Apu said that if she swallows the semen, then she'll be forever in love; otherwise, it wears off after a couple of hours," Bulldog said and went to get his gear.
"Oh shit, that's what Roz drank before the show, and she swallowed my whole load. She'll be forever in love with me. Oh well, it could be worse. I mean, she's beautiful and sexy and a great cock sucker, man, she's great," Frasier thought. | null | Part 1 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Frasier003A.txt |
1,244 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 7 | "Q, I can't have sex with you as things are now," Janeway said in response to Q's request.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I could not... have sex with you when you are so superior to me. I am not the submissive kind," Janeway said with a stern look in her eyes.
"What do you suggest then, Kathy?"
"Well, you could make me a Q," Janeway said, but Q looked at her with horror and said, "No way, Kathy. How stupid do you think I am? If I gave you Q powers, you'd just snap yourself and this pathetic tub of yours home and leave me unsatisfied."
"Well, you could become human."
"You would like that, make me as fragile as you, Cro-Magnon sub-species. It's absolutely out of the question."
"It's the only way, Q. If you want me, you choose," Janeway said in defiance.
"With all due respect, bite me, Kathy. Let's look in on that Klingon bitch you call a chief engineer," Q said, and the image of B'Elanna Torres in a clothes shop appeared.
"This is really stupid, clothes shopping with two airheads. I would rather lick the warp core, but I must keep my cover," B'Elanna thought as the two blonde girls stood in front of her, comparing two tight, skimpy outfits.
"Why don't you just buy them both? You can afford them, right?" B'Elanna said, trying to end the shopping torture.
"Hey, that's a great idea, Brenda," the natural blonde said. "Of course it is, Kelly. That's why I'm the brains of this group," B'Elanna said, trying to hurry them up. "Of course I'm the brains. Kelly is alright, but no rocket scientist, and Donna? Don't get me started. If she did not have those (obvious) fake tits, she would have anything going for her."
They bought the clothes and left. Outside, they met Brandon, B'Elanna's "brother."
"Hi, girls. What's up?" Brandon said. Kelly looked away, saying nothing, while Donna mindlessly started to chatter with Brandon. "Hm, something is wrong between Kelly and Brandon. So what," B'Elanna thought as she observed the others.
Kelly and Donna quickly left, leaving the two Walsh twins behind. "So what's up, Brenda?" Brandon asked.
"Oh, nothing much. I just don't feel right."
"Don't give me that. You are off to England in a few weeks, and the rest of us have to stay here."
"I know, and I'll miss you all, especially you, Brandon," B'Elanna said and hugged him tightly. She really didn't care about Brandon; she had something else in mind. "So you and Kelly have problems, huh?"
"Well," Brandon started and then just stared at the road.
"Come on, Brandon. It's obvious to a blind man, you have problems."
"Well, you are right. We do not see eye to eye on some matters."
"It's sex, isn't it? I know how you look at her with lust," she said, trying to judge his reaction.
Brandon was shocked that his sister had put her finger on it so easily and decided to be honest. "Yeah, she's not ready. I mean, she has a long history of sexual partners, and now she won't sleep with me because she *loves* me, jeesh."
"She's a slut, but you can't get any, eh?"
"Brenda, what are you saying? She's your best friend."
"Yeah, right. Listen, Brandon; you are a great-looking guy, a hot guy to be honest. I can't believe that she could keep her hands off you. I mean, I could not," then she stopped.
"You! You have those kinds of thoughts about me, but I'm your brother?"
"Oh, please, Brandon. Of course, I have. I'm a normal teenager with sexual desires, and I share a bathroom with a very sexy man. Don't tell me you haven't thought of me that way. I know that you sometimes sneak a peek at me when I shower."
"I do not!"
"Don't try that. I even saw you jerking off while smelling a pair of my panties. Don't worry, Brandon. I liked what I saw, and if we had been alone in the house, I might have joined you." B'Elanna said and graced his cock quickly.
Brandon's face turned red, both by the fact that Brenda saw him whacking to her panties or the fact that she was giving him some incredibly hot images. "But Brenda," Brandon started to say, but B'Elanna put a finger on his mouth.
"If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," she said with an impish grin. "Come on," she said and took his hand.
"Where are we going, Brenda?"
"Oh, you'll see. We have to find a place that is just a little more private but not too private," B'Elanna said while a plan formed in her head.
She pulled him into a store, she did not care which, and then they made their way to the dressing cubicles in the back. B'Elanna pulled Brandon into the cubicle and looked at him with desire.
"Now, I want to see you like I did that day," she said, and then she pulled down her black satin panties and threw them to Brandon. "Let's see some action," B'Elanna said and sat down on the stool, careful not to let her short skirt ride up.
Brandon was not sure what to do as he stood in the cubicle with his sister's panties in his hand, but then he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. He smelled her panties and started to rub his cock, which was quickly getting hard.
"You said if I show you mine, you would show me yours. Well, I'm showing you mine, so where's yours?" Brandon said as he stared at his sister and masturbated like crazy.
"Fair is fair," B'Elanna said and spread her legs to reveal a thick bush of black hair against her creamy white thighs. She was already wet from the display, and she could hardly wait to put a finger in her pussy. Her hands moved to her breasts and then started to pinch her nipples as she enjoyed Brandon jerking off like crazy.
"Man, you are hot, Brenda," Brandon said as he took all her beauty and sexuality in while he worked his cock harder and harder. Brenda quickly slipped two fingers in her cunt and started to fuck her wet cunt. It had been a long time, and B'Elanna knew that she would not last long like this. B'Elanna's hips started to buck wildly on the stool as she drove herself into a frenzy.
"Oh, Brandon, I'm cumming," B'Elanna whispered so that the other people in the store did not hear them. She arched on the stool as she peaked. Brandon's masturbation increased as "Brenda" came in front of him.
"OOOHHH," Brandon moaned as he felt his climax coming on. "Don't shoot all over the place, Brandon. Put it in my mouth," B'Elanna said and opened her mouth to take Brandon's cock in her mouth. Brandon quickly shot his load as he felt her lips on his dick, and she swallowed all of his jiz. B'Elanna then licked the sperm off Brandon's cock, and she felt that his cock was hardening again. "Oh, you are hard again. Let me suck it," B'Elanna said, and Brandon could not object, as he was lost in passion.
B'Elanna quickly swallowed Brandon's entire shaft and sucked on it like a Hoover, and his cock was harder than ever before. B'Elanna licked his cock while she started to fondle his balls, she then moved her mouth down and started to lick and suck on his balls.
Brandon had never had a blowjob before, and the fact that it was Brenda sucking his cock just made it better. B'Elanna took his cock in her mouth again and worked it over with great speed, wanting to taste his cum again.
Brandon's hips bucked to meet B'Elanna's probing mouth, and he felt another orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna shoot, Brenda," Brandon whispered to B'Elanna, and then he shot a major load down her throat. B'Elanna loved the taste of cum, and Brandon's was no different. She almost came again as she felt his jiz spraying against the back of her throat.
As Brandon's cock went limp, B'Elanna licked the remains of his cum off it and then said, "Payback time, Brandon, but not here."
They left the store (Brandon still had her panties in his possession) and went into a little restaurant where they sat down and ordered lunch.
Brenda slid her foot up Brandon's leg and pressed it against his cock. "Use your foot to return the favor, Brandon," B'Elanna said as her foot circled his cock.
Brandon said nothing but slipped off a shoe and moved it up Brenda's smooth leg, up under her skirt, and then pressed against her wet crotch. B'Elanna was incredibly turned on by the game of "footsies" they were playing under the table; she liked the fact that they were sharing a sexual experience while in plain view of everybody.
B'Elanna felt Brandon's large toe slip up her cunt and could not help but gasp. Brandon pressed deeper inside her when he felt her surprise subside. He managed to foot-fuck her with great enthusiasm while keeping a straight face. They were almost discovered when the waiter arrived with the food, but the waiter did not make any comments.
Brenda had to bite down on the pizza she had ordered to keep from moaning with joy as Brandon rubbed her clit with his foot and then resumed his foot-fucking.Brenda came suddenly and could not help but moan out loud when she came. The other guests looked at them, but nobody said anything.
After a minute, B'Elanna straightened herself, and they finished their meal.
"Well, let's end it right there, shall we?" Q said and snapped his fingers, and the screen went black. Q put his hand on Captain Janeway's ass and gave it a big squeeze.
"What the hell are you doing, Q?" Janeway said and pulled his hand off her ass.
"Just feeling the merchandise while I think over my options, my dear," Q said while he stared at her breasts. "But since I haven't decided yet what to do, why don't we sit back and enjoy another experiment, what do you say?" Q said. As he sat down, a plush couch appeared a split second before he landed in it, and Janeway found herself on the couch next to him.
So what's next?
Well, I don't really know yet (I really don't), but something will come up really soon. If you have any suggestions for further plot, please mail me at Martin4Life@yahoo. | null | Part 7 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot07.txt |
1,245 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 2 | "Answer me, Q. God damn it. Where is my crew?" Janeway yelled.
"Don't get your bra in a twist, Kathy. Oh no, I forgot you don't wear a bra, do you?" Q said and stood up. "I must admit that you do not need it - 'they' look good enough to eat."
"Q," Janeway said, mortified.
"Oh, come on, Kathy. I know what you did a few minutes ago. 'I believe that cunnilingus is appropriate at this time,' do you remember?" Q said as his ears suddenly got pointy.
"You, you, you were Tuvok," Janeway exclaimed with horror.
"Yes, I was, and thank you for the experience. I enjoyed it. You see, Kathy, I have taken an interest in sexual escapades after our last meeting." Q said as he conjured up an image of him and Captain Janeway fucking on the table. "I must say you look great and feel great. To answer your question, Kathy, your crew is involved in an experiment I have started."
"An experiment? How dare you," Janeway said with fury.
"Oh, be quiet," Q said, and a ball-gag appeared in Janeway's mouth. "That's better. Now pay attention, please, or you might miss something important."
"I have started an experiment with regards to sex. I have placed each crewmember in a different environment and placed certain, shall we say, suggestions in their minds. I have chosen environments from your past. But you know, the humans of today are so boring - you have no sense of humor or sex for that matter. I found something interesting in your database. You see, Kathy, at the end of the twentieth century, you humans had something called 'Sitcoms' - they were a form of entertainment, and I have chosen the settings for my experiments from these 'Sitcoms'."
The ball-gag disappeared, and Janeway said, "What kind of experiment are you conducting, Q?"
"Oh, no, Mon Capitán, I'm not going to tell you. Finding out is half the fun, don't you think?" Q said playfully.
"No," Janeway said sternly.
"You party pooper," Q said. "Now, watch as I check on my first experiment. I know that this is not exactly a 'Sitcom,' but it resembled one so much I could not resist it."
Q snapped his fingers, and the image of Neelix appeared on the screen. He was wearing a suit and a tie and sat behind a huge desk in a luxurious office.
"Now, watch, Kathy. Neelix knows who everybody is and who he is supposed to be, but he also retains all the knowledge he has gathered so far. Let's sit back and enjoy this," Q said as he sat back in the captain's chair, and a huge tub of popcorn and a large beverage appeared in his hands.Monica's hands moved up Chelsea's arms, and then she opened the baseball shirt to expose a pair of teenage tits in a plain white cotton bra. "Let me return the favor," Monica said and removed the baseball shirt and bra. She cupped Chelsea's average-sized breasts; they were pointy and had very small nipples. The sensation of Monica's hands on her chest sent shivers up the young girl's back, and she could hear herself moan out loud as Monica started to suck on her tits. "Oh yes, oh yes. This is fucking incredible."
Neelix felt his cock get hard again as he saw the girl who was supposed to be his daughter get it on with the intern.
"Let me show you what a woman can do to a woman," Monica said as she started to open Chelsea's jeans. "Oh yes, please," Chelsea said with a pant.
Monica gently pushed her back onto the desk and pulled the blue jeans off her. She started to kiss the thighs, moving closer to her still-covered mound. Monica could see that she was soaking wet and could not wait to taste the virgin pussy. Chelsea's hands moved to her tits, and she started to pinch her nipples.
Monica's fingers brushed lightly over Chelsea's clit, and Chelsea shivered with joy. Chelsea felt her panties being pulled down, and her lightly covered pussy being exposed to both Monica and her "Father."
"Man, she is horny. I don't care if she is my daughter; I'm getting me some of that really soon," Neelix thought, and then he put his hands on Monica's shapely ass and then pulled her dress completely off her. He was surprised to discover that she did not wear any panties but only a pair of black stockings and a garter belt. He started to fondle her firm ass and then slipped his hand over her wet slit.
Monica, turned on even more by Neelix's hand on her pussy, started to lick Chelsea's pussy; she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of the young girl's pussy. Chelsea jerked her legs together as she felt a tongue on her pussy for the first time, but Monica spread her legs again and then pushed a finger up the young girl's cunt as she felt Neelix push three fingers up her own cunt.
"Let me do her," Neelix said as he pulled Monica aside.
"Oh yes, daddy, fuck me. I want you to be my first," Chelsea said, consumed with desire.
Monica kissed Neelix and then she climbed onto the table. "You can lick my cunt while your dad fucks your tight little cunt," and then she straddled Chelsea's face and then shoved her crotch onto the teenager's face. Chelsea started to tentatively lick Monica's hairy pussy.
The sight of Chelsea licking Monica's wet cunt was too much, and he had to fuck her right now.
Neelix placed his cock at the entrance of Chelsea's cunt and then slipped it inside. "Oooooooohhh," Chelsea moaned as she felt a cock inside her for the first time. Neelix slid into her with care, waiting to feel the resistance of the hymen but felt none. Chelsea had broken her hymen when she was thirteen by using a carrot.
As there was no resistance, Neelix found himself sliding in and out the incredibly tight cunt with greater speed.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," was all he heard from both Chelsea and Monica as his thrusts into Chelsea's body were transferred to Monica's as Chelsea slammed her tongue deeper and deeper inside her.
Neelix sat back into his chair, and Chelsea quickly climbed onto his lap. She placed her pussy right over his cock and then sank down onto it slowly while she kissed him. Neelix could taste Monica's juices on Chelsea's mouth as their tongues started to dance.
She rose up and down with great force as they inter-twined their bodies in the big office chair.
As they fucked, Monica lay back on the desk, throwing the piles of paper onto the floor and started to masturbate with whatever she could find on the table. She tried a letter-opener, but it was too sharp, then she found a cigar and pushed it up her cunt. She inserted it a couple of times until it fell apart from the moisture and then she threw it away. She finally found a judge's gavel and used it with great joy.
Neelix felt Chelsea's pussy tighten and felt his own orgasm coming on as well as her ass slammed against his bucking pelvis. "Oh Daddy, Yes Daddy, Fuck me Daddy," Chelsea screamed, and Neelix was glad that the Oval Office was soundproof. Chelsea came with a bang, and she saw stars as Neelix kept slamming into her while she shook with her first full orgasm. He then threw her onto the table next to the masturbating Monica and then shot a huge load over both women.
His cum shot all the way onto Chelsea's face, and she tasted his cum and liked it.
Monica's body arced with ecstasy as she slid the handle of the gavel all the way in, and Neelix's hot sperm spurted over her body.
Chelsea started to lick the jiz off Monica's tits, as Neelix had to sit down before he fell. "Next time you feel lonely, just come to me, Chelsea," Neelix said with anticipation. She looked at him with grateful eyes as she continued to lick Monica's tits.
"And you, Monica, you are fucking incredible. Next time I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to walk straight," Neelix said as he looked at Monica's heaving body.
"I just hope Hillary doesn't learn of this or somebody else for that matter," Neelix thought. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot02.txt |
1,246 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 1 | "It's a Class 4 gas giant," Commander Tuvok stated as the bright red phenomenon was shown on the main viewer.
"Oh, really, how fascinating," Captain Janeway said, not really interested in another galactic oddity. "So, are we just enjoying the view, or can we use this for anything, Mr. Kim?"
"Yes, Captain, we can collect energy from it and convert it for use onboard," Harry Kim said.
Janeway shifted in her seat, not really paying attention, as her thoughts were elsewhere.
"Captain?" Tuvok said.
"Oh, yes, very good. Mr. Kim, see to it," Janeway said and stood up. "Chakotay, you have the bridge. I'm... going to my ready room," she said and left.
"Commander Chakotay, I believe that the Captain is preoccupied by something," Tuvok said when the door closed behind Captain Janeway.
"Yes, I noticed that too. Do you know what it is?" Chakotay said.
"I believe that I have a good idea, but I hesitate to share it with anybody but the Captain. I do believe that the optimal course of action is if I talk to the Captain. I believe I can relieve her state of mind," Tuvok said.
"Okay, Tuvok, do that. How long do you require?" Chakotay said.
"I don't know. Just leave us alone for a while, and we'll be fine," Tuvok said and entered the Captain's ready room.
"Enter," Janeway said, and Tuvok entered.
"Ah, Mr. Tuvok, what can I do for you?" Janeway said as she straightened out her uniform.
"It's more of what I can do for you," Tuvok said deadpan.
"What do you mean?" Janeway said and wiped some sweat off her brow.
"I believe that you are frustrated. This results in a lack of focus and a general uneasiness in your work," Tuvok said.
"Frustrated?? Tuvok, get to the point, please," Janeway snapped.
"Very well, Captain. You are sexually frustrated. You have only had two sexual encounters since we came to the Gamma Quadrant over four years ago, and the last one was over nine months ago. To use a vernacular, you are 'horny as a toad'," Tuvok said, still not displaying any emotions.
"Tuvok," Janeway exclaimed, horrified that Tuvok had guessed her state, "you monitor my sex life?"
"Yes, Captain, but it was just a coincidence. Captain, you will not be able to perform your duties until you get your needs satisfied," Tuvok said.
"Are you offering?" Janeway said jokingly, not sure of Tuvok.
"Yes, I am. Although I am not in the Pon Farr, I can be sexually active if I choose to be. Captain, you need to be laid, and I'm offering my discreet services if you want them," Tuvok said.
Janeway felt her cunt tingle as she listened to Tuvok. "You would..."
"Fuck you, I believe the term is. Yes, I'm at your service," Tuvok said and opened his pants.
Janeway looked on as Tuvok let his pants drop and then pulled out an 8-inch penis. Her hands slid down to her crotch, and she started to rub the already wet fabric.
"I see you approve of my, ehm, equipment," Tuvok said as he observed Janeway putting a hand down her pants, fingering herself.
"Oh, Tuvok, I can tell you how hot I am. I'm gonna burst if I don't get it right now," the Captain said and opened her tunic. She then pulled the gray shirt over her head to expose a pair of medium-sized but firm tits with dark brown nipples already hard with excitement. She stood up and said, "Let me get you hard, Tuvok. Let me suck your magnificent prick," and then fell to her knees.
"Very well, Captain. If you insist," Tuvok said and then slid his semi-erect cock into Kathryn's hungry mouth. She immediately grabbed his ball sack and started to fondle it as she licked his cock up and down. Her mouth action had the desired effect on Tuvok's dick, and it stood in its full 10-inch glory.
Kathryn tried to take it in her mouth, but she was only able to get the head inside. As she tried to take him in her mouth, her right hand slid down her pants, and she started to rub her wet and hot snatch.
"Captain," Tuvok said.
"Call me Kathryn or Kate," Janeway said and started to suck on his ball sack.
"Kate, this is for your pleasure. I believe that cunnilingus is appropriate at this time. Allow me," Tuvok said as he pushed her back onto her own table and then pulled her pants off. He saw that she did not wear any panties and then shortly lingered at the sight of her trimmed auburn cunt, wet and ready.
Tuvok spread her legs and started to kiss her thighs, working towards her cunt.
"Suck it now, dammit! That's an order," Kathryn yelled out and grabbed him by his pointy ears, pressing him into her pussy.
Tuvok immediately went to work on her pussy by licking and gently biting her clitoris."It will make an interesting addition to my sexual subroutine," Neelix answered and unzipped his pants.
Tuvok lifted Kathryn's hot, sweaty body from the floor and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her slim legs around Tuvok's hips, and then felt his hard, throbbing cock slip inside her wet pussy and all the way in. He took her hard against the wall, with his hips slamming against her ass with a loud thud-thud-thud as they fucked each other with a fury.
"Uh, I'm gonna cum really soon, Tuvok. Harder, harder," she said as her hips slammed against his thrusting pelvis. As he felt the walls of her vagina starting to clench his cock, he could not help himself, and he felt he was about to shoot his load as well.
"Oh, Tuvok, cum inside me. I want to feel your sperm spraying inside me," she said as the onset of yet another orgasm came over her.
As he felt her cumming again, he let his jizz shoot up her cunt as he felt her coming with a vengeance.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed out as she felt the jet of his seed inside her and then run down her legs.
After a few minutes, Janeway caught her breath again. "That was sensational, Tuvok. I really needed that."
"I appreciate your statement, Kate. You should now be able to perform your duty again. But if you ever need my services again," he said as he wiped the cream off his cock.
"Oh, you bet I'll require your services again. Maybe once or twice a day," she said with a wicked smile and started to rub her tits again.
"If you think twice a day would suffice," Tuvok said, totally deadpan, and put on his uniform again.
"It might not always be enough, but it's a start," she said, and then she got dressed again as well.
"Anytime you require my services, just ask. I'm always ready," Tuvok said as he went onto the bridge.
Janeway went onto the bridge, wondering if any of the crew heard anything. Then she stopped. She was alone! Where was the crew? She stood on the bridge all by herself, nobody else in sight.
"Computer, list crew complement," Janeway said out loud.
"Captain Kathryn Janeway," the Computer said.
"What!!!" Janeway said.
"And Rear Admiral Q," the computer finished.
"Q," Janeway yelled out.
"You called, Kathy," a voice said behind her.
She turned to see Q sitting in the captain's chair in the gala-uniform of a Rear Admiral. "You like it?" he said with a smile.
"Where the hell is my crew?" She shrieked at him. | null | Part 1 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot01.txt |
1,248 | Martin4Life | "Frasier Crane; at your service" Part 2 "Room Service" | "So Frasier, why do you look so blue?" Niles asked. Frasier had come to see Niles after the incident with Roz; he was confused as to what to do, so he told Niles an edited version of the incident.
"An Indian aphrodisiac, you say?" Niles said while contemplating a plan. "And if she swallows, then it's forever."
"Well, yes, she did, and now she'll love me forever. What should I do, Niles?" Frasier asked in agony.
"Well, that depends on how you feel for Roz," Niles asked.
"I believe that I could grow to love her. I mean, I loved what she did, and we didn't go all the way," Frasier said.
"Well, then you are lucky. You have a sexual dynamo who's in love with you, and you might reciprocate the feeling. What else do you need to know?" Niles said.
"I guess you are right," Frasier said and realized that Niles was right.
"Who did Bulldog say he got it from?" Niles asked.
"Apu from the coffee stand, but why did you want to know?" Frasier asked.
"Can't tell you now, I'll have to run. See you later, ciao," Niles said and ran out.
Frasier entered his apartment and saw Daphne. "Hello, Daphne. Where's Dad?" he asked.
"Oh, he left to spend the weekend with a friend, and he took Eddie," Daphne said.
"Alright, a weekend without that flea bag," Frasier said.
"That's no way to talk about Eddie," Daphne said while she cleaned up the coffee table.
"I wasn't talking about Eddie," Frasier said and went into his bedroom.
"Oh, what a day, Roz and me. Who would have thought?" Frasier thought as he changed his suit to a turtleneck and went back into the living room.
"Daphne, did anybody call today?" Frasier asked, full of hope. He was concerned because he had not seen Roz since she gave him that blowjob.
"No, not really. Well, there was one call, but when I said my name, she hung up," Daphne answered.
"How in the world could you tell that it was a woman?" Frasier said.
"Oh, a woman can tell," Daphne said.
Frasier just shook his head, then the bell rang. "Daphne, find out who it is, please," Frasier asked.
"Who is it?" Daphne called out.
"It's Niles Crane," the voice said outside the door.
"Oh, no, I don't want to talk to him. Daphne, I'll hide in my bedroom, distract him, and I'll leave, okay?" Frasier pleaded.
"Can do, Mr. Crane," Daphne said and opened the door as Frasier went to his bedroom.
"Hello, Dr. Crane. Come on in. I'm afraid that Dr. Crane is out," Daphne said as she took Niles' coat.
"Oh, that's alright. I just wanted to celebrate with someone, and you'll do, unless you are busy?" Niles said.
"No, that's fine. Let's go into the kitchen and pour us a drink," Daphne said.
"That's a good idea. I have a new drink I want to try," Niles said and went into the kitchen. Niles poured two vodkas and orange juices, then he poured something from a bag in his pocket. "Here you are, Daphne, a Crane special," Niles said and handed the spiked drink to Daphne. "Well, cheers," Niles said, and they drank.
"Bloody hell, this is awful," Daphne said, and she spilled some of her drink on the floor.
"I'll clean it up, don't worry, Daphne," Niles said and went into the kitchen.
"Daphne," Frasier whispered, "I'm leaving, so goodbye," he whispered as Daphne turned to wave Frasier off.
"Here we are, Daphne. I'll just get this cleaned up, and then we can continue to celebrate," Niles said with a hopeful voice.
"So, Daphne, how do you feel?" Niles asked with trepidation.
"I feel awful. What did you put in that drink?" Daphne said and then sat down.
"Daphne, what's wrong?" Niles said in horror.
"I guess I'm just a little queasy. I just need some rest. I'm sorry, Dr. Crane, I'm not in a celebratory mood tonight. I hope you understand," Daphne said.
"Oh, no, Daphne, I understand. I'll leave you alone, alright?" Niles said while he thought, "That bastard Frasier set me up. Love potion, ridiculous, and now she's sick. Oh, Christ," and then he left.
"Phew, I thought he'd never leave," Daphne said and walked into her bedroom. "Why am I horny as a toad?" Then she dropped her skirt to the floor and lay down on the bed. "Man, I need relief now," Daphne thought as she started to caress her breasts through the sweater. Then she pulled the sweater off and quickly removed her bra also and started to pinch her nipples. "Oh yes, oh yes," she moaned.
She slipped the fingers of her right hand into her mouth and started to lick her fingers. After a minute, she slipped her moist fingers down to her soaked silk panties and ran her hand over her cunt.
"I have to get off right now," Daphne thought and tore her panties apart to slip her fingers inside her pussy. She proceeded to finger-fuck herself with vicious strokes in her cunt and used her other hand to pinch her nipples.
She started to squirm on the bed as she got into the action. She licked the fingers on her other hand and then slid them into her pussy as well. She worked herself into a frenzy now, using both hands. "Damn, it's not working. I have to do something else if I'm gonna come on my own," Daphne thought as she felt that her fingers were not enough.
"Umm, that looks good," Daphne said as she eyed the bedpost. It was approximately a foot longer than her bed, and it was round and smooth. "It'll do," she thought. Daphne stood up and then placed her pussy right over the top of the bedpost. "If this doesn't do it, nothing short of a real cock will do," Daphne thought as she gingerly slid down onto the bedpost. Her pussy juices lubricated the bedpost after a few strokes up and down, and Daphne found the sensation incredible.
"It will certainly not be the last time I do this," she thought as she felt the bedpost reach the bottom of her pussy. She started to finger her clit in conjunction with the humping of the bedpost, finally starting to induce the feeling she desired.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes," Daphne screamed out as she started to feel an orgasm coming on. "OOOOOOHHH yes, fuck me, Frasier," she screamed as she had a huge orgasm. As she bucked on the bedpost, she finally achieved the orgasm she wanted and then slid down to the bed.
"Oh my god, I screamed Frasier's name. Why the hell did I do that?" she thought as she lay back on the bed. "Oh my, I think I want to fuck his brains out. Yes, I want Frasier; I really want to fuck him. I can't wait till he comes home, then I'll let him replace the bedpost," Daphne thought as she started to stroke herself again.
"Oh no, save some for Frasier," Daphne thought and then stood up and went into the bathroom.
"I hope that Niles is gone," Frasier said as he entered his apartment for the second time that evening. Frasier was worried about Roz; he had gone to her apartment, but there was nobody there, and he could not find her in any of her usual spots.
Frasier found Daphne in the living room in a dark red bathrobe watching television. "Oh, hi, Daphne. Has Niles left? What did he want?" Frasier asked.
"Yes, he's gone," Daphne said and stood up. "He had something to celebrate, and then he gave me some god-awful drink. I had to pretend to be sick to get him to go."
"Oh, well, as long as he's gone, I need to be alone tonight," Frasier said and slumped down onto the couch. "Thank god Dad and Eddie are gone for the weekend."
"Yes, I'm glad they're all gone too," Daphne said and then opened her bathrobe to reveal her completely naked body.
"What the-" Frasier thought, but could not say anything as Daphne dropped her robe and revealed her wonderful body with her slightly drooping but full breasts and her auburn cunt already glistening.
"I want you now, Frasier," Daphne said and then put her hand on Frasier's starting bulge. "Oh, that feels good, but it'll feel even better inside my pussy," Daphne said and pulled Frasier's pants off.
"My god, I think that Niles gave her that aphrodisiac, but why is she horny for me? I better be careful that she does not swallow my come. I guess it can't hurt to give her what she wants; it might hurt her if I do not fuck her," Frasier thought and found himself reaching for Daphne's wonderful tits.
"Oh, I see you want me too," Daphne said and kissed him deeply. Frasier immediately responded by putting his tongue into her mouth.
"Oh god, I have fantasized about this. I have even masturbated to it, but this is even better," Frasier thought as his hands reached out and cupped her breasts. Daphne immediately shoved her right nipple into Frasier's mouth, and he eagerly tasted it. Frasier could feel Daphne's nipple getting hard in his mouth, and he started to suck harder on it.
"OOOHHHH, Frasier," Daphne moaned and then ripped Frasier's shirt open and ran her fingers through his chest hair.
"I want you to tongue-fuck me, please, Frasier," Daphne begged, and Frasier responded by saying, "Oh, hell yes," and then put her on the couch.She spread her legs and let Frasier put his tongue on her exposed clit. "Oh yes, suck it," Daphne screamed out and pulled Frasier's head deeper into her wet pussy.
"Oh, suck me, suck me, suck me," Daphne moaned as her hips began to buck onto Frasier's face. He felt the pressure and tasted her wonderful pussy juices on his tongue.
"Now let me get you ready to fuck," Daphne said and quickly swooped down and took Frasier's cock in her mouth.
"I better not come in her mouth, but it feels so good. Let her do it for just a minute," Frasier thought as he felt Daphne's tongue running over his glistening cock head, and then she took him deep into her mouth.
After a short while, Frasier said, "Daphne, I want to fuck your tight cunt. I want it now." It was the only way he could stop her from giving him a blowjob until he came.
"Oh yes, Frasier, I want to feel you inside me," she said as she climbed onto Frasier and sat down on his cock.
"OOOOH, you're big," Daphne cried out as she slid down his hard dick. "And you are incredibly tight," Frasier whispered to her.
Frasier could not believe how tight Daphne was as he felt every centimeter of her cunt.
"I do pelvic exercises. They help a lot. Roz taught me," Daphne moaned out.
"If Roz is as tight as this, then I'm in heaven," Frasier thought and started to move his hips up to catch Daphne on the way down.
"YESOHYESOHEYESFUCKMEFUCKMEFASTERFASTERHARDER," Daphne said while she fucked her brains out. Frasier grabbed hold of her wonderful hips and started to force her down onto his throbbing dick, and then he took her right tit in his mouth.
"Take me, take me from behind, Frasier," Daphne said and lay down on the coffee table. The sight of Daphne laying spread-eagle on the coffee table with her beautiful ass towards him was the most incredible sight Frasier had ever seen, and he quickly bent over and inserted his rod into her cunt. Quickly, the motions began to speed up, and the contents of the coffee table were knocked off as Frasier took Daphne harder and harder.
"Oh, Daphne, you are the best. I want to come inside you so much," Frasier said, knowing that she could not swallow his come if he shot it off inside her pussy.
"Oh yes, Frasier, shoot inside me. Do it, do it," Daphne moaned and thrust hard against his pelvis.
Frasier suddenly thought that he would not want to come yet, as it felt so great, so he started to think of something else than Daphne's sweat-glistening body on the table in front of him.
It worked, and Frasier felt the climax move further away. He said, "Let's move to the floor," and then lifted her up and put her on the plush carpet.
"Oh, Frasier, take me hard," Daphne said and spread her legs to let Frasier back inside her. His cock started to slide all the way in, and as Frasier was at the base of his cock, he suddenly pulled back and then slammed into her with force.
"Oh, my god, Frasier, you're the best fuck I have ever had," she screamed out when he plunged into her with such force that it slid her a couple of inches across the carpet.
Frasier put her legs on his shoulders and then bent over and stood on his hands and dove deep inside her. He started to bounce as he bent her legs back. When her knees reached her shoulders, her ass lifted completely from the floor, and Frasier fucked her with a vicious passion.
"OH, Frasier, deeper, faster, fuck my cunt. No, wait, I have a better idea. Fuck me in the ass. Please, I have not had a cock up my ass since I came to America."
Frasier immediately took to the idea and let Daphne turn over. He started to rub her own cunt juices into her asshole and slid two fingers in up to the knuckles.
"Oh, that feels incredible, but give me your dick instead," Daphne pleaded.
"Hey, I'm Frasier Crane; at your service," Frasier said and then plugged her ass with his cock.
"Oh, yes, take me up the ass, faster, faster," Daphne moaned as she really got into the motion of Frasier's cock.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH, DAPHNE, IIIIII'MMMMMMM CUMMING," he roared as he finally shot his load up her ass. "OOOHHH, ROZ!" He cried out as he slumped over Daphne's body.
The feel of his hot jiz up her ass was too much, and her pent-up orgasm rolled over her body, with one replacing the other until she could take no more, and then let herself fall to the floor. They lay on top of each other, Frasier still with his cock up her ass, panting and feeling the heat from each other's bodies.
"I screamed out Roz's name. I hope she did not hear it," Frasier thought.
"My god almighty, I have never had it so good before," Daphne said. She had not heard that Frasier had called out Roz's name.
Suddenly, the effect of the potion wore off, and the feel of Frasier's body surprised Daphne.
"Oh, I hope it's a dream," Daphne said out loud. Frasier quickly got up and then he said, "Yes, Daphne, it is a dream, and you are sleepwalking. Go back into your bedroom and go to bed."
"Oh, great, for a moment I thought I fucked Frasier, I mean Dr. Crane," Daphne said and then went into the bedroom and got in bed.
"Phew, that was close. She did take the potion, but why did Niles not have sex with her?" Frasier thought as he got ready for a bath.
"I'm glad I remembered not to let her swallow my come. Roz is enough. I don't need Daphne chasing me, although she's a great fuck."
Frasier got in the shower and started to wash off the juices of their act of passion. "I have to find Roz and tell her how I feel about her. But how do I really feel about her?" Frasier thought as he started to wash his hair. | null | Part 2 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Frasier003B.txt |
1,249 | Martin4Life | "Frasier Crane; at your service" Part 3 "Frasier returns the favor" | "Good morning, Daphne. Did you sleep well?" Frasier asked as Daphne came into the living room the next morning.
"Why do you ask, Dr. Crane?" Daphne said with a strange expression on her face.
"I just mean that you look like you had a hard night. Did I wake you when I came home last night? If I did, I'm really sorry, but time just flew by and..." Frasier said.
"Oh, okay. No, Dr. Crane, you did not wake me, but I did have a wonderful dream," Daphne said and then started to make breakfast.
"Great, she's not in love with me, and she believes that last night was just a dream, a wonderful dream but a dream nonetheless," Frasier said as he put on his coat. "Daphne, I'm leaving. Can I get you anything?"
"Oh, no, thank you, Dr. Crane. I have had all I need," Daphne said, thinking, "If he ever gets to know that I had a sexual dream about him, he'll never let me forget it."
"I better explain what happened to Niles and find some way to make it up to him. Oh, I know just what he would want," Frasier thought and then hailed a cab.
Frasier first made a stop at the radio station, where he only stopped long enough to look for Roz and then talk to Apu. He then went to his brother's office to explain.
"Hi, Niles. I just dropped by to explain something to you," Frasier said as he opened the door to Dr. Niles Crane's office.
"Get out, you dirty..." Niles quickly said and stood up.
"Slow down, Niles. I have something to tell you," Frasier said and sat down.
"What, more lies? Maybe you found some magic pixie dust, and you flew here. Is that it, 'dear' brother?" Niles said with ice in his voice.
"No, Niles, not at all," Frasier said. "You better sit down."
"Alright, this better be damn good," Niles said and sat down.
"You gave some of that aphrodisiac to Daphne last night, but it did not work, did it?" Frasier asked.
"Of course it didn't. It made her sick," Niles said, surprised by Frasier's knowledge of yesterday's actions.
"Well, um, no, it didn't. When I came home again, I found Daphne, and she was horny as hell," Frasier quickly said.
"It really did work, but she said she was sick," Niles said.
"She only said it to get you to go. She was horny for me, and I was all she wanted," Frasier said.
"But I was the only one there. It was supposed to be the first person she sees," Niles quickly said.
"Well, maybe she looked at my picture. I don't know why, but she wanted me, and then she ripped off her clothes, and well, to make a long story short, we had sex," Frasier said apologetically.
"You what? How could you, Judas?" Niles yelled out.
"You don't understand. I had to make sure she did not swallow my semen or she'd be in love with me forever, and the only way to ensure this was to have sex with her instead of fellatio. She believes that it was a dream, and I'm just Dr. Crane to her as always," Frasier said quickly.
"Oh, well, I guess that's alright then. You really did not have a choice. I'm glad that you prevented her enchantment of you," Niles said with relief and sat down.
"Thank you, Niles. What I'm here to talk to you about is that I want to make this up to you. I have another dose of the aphrodisiac for you to use on Daphne," Frasier said and produced a vial of the black liquid.
"Oh, Frasier, you are great, but how do we prevent a repeat of what happened last time?" Niles said.
"We need to ensure that YOU are the first one she sees after she takes the potion, but how?" Frasier said as he thought over the situation.
"Oh, I know. We have to ensure that I'm the first person she sees," Niles said and stood up.
"Well, yes, but..." Frasier said, but Niles put up his hand to stop him.
"And ensure that she does not even look at a picture of another person first, right?" Niles asked as he started to pace the floor.
"Yes, again, what are you thinking of?" Frasier asked as he saw that Niles had something in mind.
"I know what to do. You and Daphne will come over to dinner tonight at my place, which means no pictures of you or anybody else. Then you get beeped and have to leave, which leaves Daphne alone in my apartment with me. She can't possibly see anybody else than me, and we are home free," Niles said with a smile on his face.
"That's a great idea, Niles. And it will leave you alone to get her to swallow her semen," Frasier said.
"Oh, Frasier, you think I want her to fall in love with me? No, it's just sex," Niles said with a blank look on his face.
"Come on, Niles, don't give me that. It's Frasier, remember? I know how you love her, and you wish she feels the same way about you," Frasier said.
"Okay, Frasier, you're right, but you'll still help me, right?" Niles said.
"Certainly, Niles," Frasier said and then left for the radio station.
When Frasier arrived at the radio station, he first called Daphne and told her about the plans for the evening. Frasier was disappointed not finding Roz in the studio, but instead found a replacement who said that Roz had called in sick.
Frasier spent the whole show worrying about Roz and not really paying attention to his callers, and there was no call from Roz or Randy that night.
After the show, Bulldog came into the studio to set up for his show. Frasier had to ask him about the aphrodisiac, and Bulldog responded, "Well, it only lets somebody fall in love with you if there is some attraction to begin with. Otherwise, it just makes them horny. That's why I treat my women terribly - that means that they can swallow it and not fall in love with me."
"Hmm, I hope Daphne has some attraction to Niles, or he'll just get laid tonight, although he would not mind that. I better keep my mouth shut about it or he'll be too nervous tonight. What a second, that means that Roz is attracted to me in some way. This is great. I guess I felt guilty for forcing Roz to love me, but that is not right. Yes, yes, yes."
Frasier left the studio and then went looking for Roz. After an hour of looking, he had to get home and get ready for the evening. Frasier and Daphne arrived at Niles' place at seven, ready for dinner. Frasier's pager "unfortunately" went off at seven-thirty, just as planned, and Frasier left Daphne and Niles alone as he just had to pop out for half an hour.
"So, Niles, how are you coping with the single life?" Daphne asked.
"Well, it's alright, although I get a little lonely at times," Niles said and then went to the drinks cabinet.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Daphne said with genuine feelings.
"So, Daphne, how about a Bacardi and Coke before dinner?" Niles asked hopefully.
"Alright, but just a little one. You don't want to get me drunk, do you?" Daphne says with a smile.
"Certainly not. I'm not that kind of man," Niles said as he slipped the potion into her drink.
"No, you're not. You are an honorable man, Niles Crane, unlike most the men I meet," Daphne said and sighed.
"I'm really sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?" Niles said, momentarily forgetting about the drinks.
"Well, I wish that I could meet a man with taste and sophistication like... well, like you," Daphne said and looked away.
"Why look any further, Daphne? I'm here, and I'm single," Niles said as he sat down beside her.
"Thank you, Dr. Crane," Daphne said and took his hands. "But I don't know if I really should..."
"Daphne, I, I, I..." Niles stuttered.
"Yes, Niles?" Daphne said and looked into his eyes.
"Daphne, I love you," Niles blurted out.
"Oh, Niles, I had no idea that you feel this way. I'm really flattered, and I guess I'm attracted to you too," Daphne quickly said and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Oh, Daphne, you have no idea how I have dreamed of this day," Niles said and kissed her back. Niles got up and went over to the drinks. "I think these can wait," he said and poured them out.
"And I think dinner can wait too. I want you, Niles," Daphne said and stood up.
"Oh, boy," Niles said softly, and then Daphne pulled him into his own bedroom. "This is even better since her feelings are genuine," Niles thought as they entered the bedroom.
Daphne kissed Niles deeply, and he found her hands moving to his small but tight ass and grabbed it. "Take me, Niles. I want you," she said and then pulled his tie off.
Niles' hands started to explore Daphne's wonderful body with both his hands as Daphne slipped Niles' jacket off. Their lips met in a deep kiss again, and Niles pushed his tongue into her mouth, and their probing tongues were all over the place soon after. Niles' hands reached the zipper on the back of Daphne's dress, and Daphne whispered, "Yes, take it off. I want you to see my naked body." Niles quickly unzipped the dress, and it fell to the floor. He then took a step back to get a good look at Daphne's semi-undressed body."Oh wow, you have an incredible body, Daphne. I want to kiss it all over," Niles said as he looked at her body. The red underwear she wore showed off her curves, the hips were rounded, and the bra pushed her breasts together, producing a mouth-watering cleavage.
Niles' mouth quickly found her cleavage, and his hands cupped her breasts. While Niles was busy with her tits, Daphne reached up and ripped Niles' shirt from his body, and Niles quickly pulled his pants and socks off.
"I want to taste your breasts," Niles said. Daphne responded by unhooking her bra and revealing her big tits, and Niles immediately took her right nipple in his mouth.
"Oh, yes," Daphne moaned as Niles felt her nipple harden in his mouth. "She's really into it, oh, how I want her," he thought, and he sucked harder on her nipple. Niles' hands slid down her back, and then he grabbed her peach-round ass and started to fondle it.
"Oh, Niles, I love the feel of your fingers on my body. Don't stop," Daphne moaned, and Niles slid his hands down her stocking-covered legs. Daphne fell back onto the bed, and Niles' hands started to explore her long legs. Niles saw that she was so wet that her red silk panties were soaked through.
Niles started to kiss the inside of her legs and soon moved closer to her wet crotch. "Niles, your tongue feels wonderful. I want to feel it on my pussy," Daphne said. Niles was turned on by Daphne's dirty words, and he reached inside her waistband and then started to tug on her panties. She lifted her ass slightly, and Niles quickly slid her soaked panties down her legs and then threw them over his shoulder. Niles saw that her pussy hair was a redder shade than the hair on her head, and he also saw that the hairs were trimmed carefully into a small triangle barely covering her pussy.
"Oh, yes, lick me. Lick me, Niles," Daphne moaned and then pulled his head closer to her pussy.
Niles started to lick Daphne's cunt and tasted her juices; he moved his tongue to her clit and started to slowly lick it.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, yes, that's wonderful," Daphne moaned and pressed his head deeper into her wet snatch. Niles stuck his tongue up her slit and started to lick her insides with a flurry of tongue movement, and Daphne's hips began to move with the motion of Niles' tongue.
Suddenly, Niles started to lick her asshole, and this turned Daphne on even more, as she had always enjoyed a rimjob, and she pressed her legs around his head.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, SSSSHIIIITTTTT," Daphne cried out as she bucked in ecstasy.
"I want to taste your cock, Niles. Let me suck it," Daphne said and then dropped in front of Niles. She reached inside his boxers and pulled out a seven-inch boner. "Oh, you are well-developed for a skinny guy," Daphne said and pulled his boxers to the floor.
Daphne then put her tongue on the head of his cock and tasted his pre-cum. She licked the underside of his shaft and then she started to kiss his balls. Nobody had ever sucked on his balls, and he found that her mouth felt great on his balls.
"Suck it, take me all the way," Niles pleaded as Daphne stroked his cock. Daphne soon complied, and his cock slid through her lips seconds later.
"WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW" was all Niles could think as Daphne took him deep-throat. Daphne felt the ripples of joy rushing through Niles' body and found that she wanted him in her pussy right now.
"Take me, Niles. Fuck my brains out," Daphne said. "Oh, yes, Daphne, right now," Niles said as he pulled Daphne to her feet and then got behind her. As she bent over, she felt the head of his cock at the mouth of her pussy. Niles slid his lubricated cock into her pussy and then he started to take her faster and faster from behind.
"Oh, his dick is just right, not so big it hurts and not so small that it can't satisfy me," Daphne thought as his cock slid in to the base.
"Oh, you are really tight," Niles said, fucking Maris had been like throwing a hotdog down a corridor, but Daphne was amazing. Niles' hips clashed with Daphne's ass as they moved faster and faster. Niles sat down on the bed, and then Daphne climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock, as she started to bounce up and down. Niles took a grip of her round hips and sucked on her swaying breasts.
"Oh, Niles, you are wonderful. I should have done this a long time ago," Daphne moaned as she slid down his cock. Niles said nothing, as he was too busy with licking her nipples and holding Daphne on top of him. Suddenly, Daphne fell sideways onto the bed, but Niles managed to keep his dick in her cunt, and the motion of his hips continued as he now took her sideways on the bed.
"Lie back, I want to ride you," Daphne whispered as she pushed him back onto the bed, and then she sat on the prone Niles.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," Daphne said as she moved up and down on Niles' hard dick. Niles was so mesmerized by the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down that he saw nothing else.
"Oh, Niles, I want to feel your cum inside me. Squirt your hot juices inside my hungry pussy," Daphne said as she massaged her breasts.
Niles could hold back no longer as he heard Daphne's words; he came in one long orgasm, which sent sperm shooting up Daphne's tight cunt.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, NNNNNNNILES," Daphne screamed out as she came in a raging orgasm, and then their bodies convulsed in unison. Shortly after, Niles lay with Daphne in his arms as they both tried to gather strength, then they kissed deeply.
"Oh, Daphne, I wish I had known how you feel earlier," Niles whispered into Daphne's ear.
"I'm not sure I felt like this earlier. I'm just now realizing my feelings for you. I mean, I've always liked you as a friend, but now it's more than that," Daphne said and hugged Niles tighter.
"Daphne, I love you. It was not something I said to get you into bed," Niles said.
"Niles! I never thought that about you. Do you know what I really want to do now?" Daphne said.
"I'm not sure, but whatever you want, you got it. Just say what it is," Niles said with anticipation.
"I really love to be fucked up the ass. Would you like to fuck me up the ass, Niles?" Daphne asked as her hand moved to his cock, which responded by getting hard again.
"Oh, yes, Daphne, I want to fuck you up the ass so badly. Let's do it right now," Niles said as his hands found her breasts.
Daphne turned to her stomach, and then Niles bent down to lick her asshole in preparation for his once again hard cock.
"Oh, Niles, do it," Daphne said as she moved her ass to meet Niles' face as he licked her harder and harder.
"Now you're ready," Niles said as he got ready to ram her ass. He carefully inserted his cock in her puckered ass.
"Oh, do it hard," Daphne said as she slammed her ass against his hips. Niles picked up the speed of his ass-fucking.
He felt the walls of her ass pressing against his dick, and it was better than anything he had ever felt before. It would certainly not be the last time he fucked somebody up the ass, he thought, "I hope it's Daphne." Daphne enjoyed his cock up her ass even more than she had imagined, and the fact that it was Niles that fucked her only seemed to increase the enjoyment.
"OHYESOHYESOHYESFUCKMEKUCKMEHARDERFASTERNOWNOWNOW," Daphne screamed out as Niles' cock slammed into her ass.
"I can't hold back for long, Daphne. Your ass is just too wonderful," Niles said as he felt an orgasm coming on.
"Oh, don't hold back. Shoot it up the ass. We can do this again later and then again and again. I love it, oh, fuck me, Niles," Daphne said, and then Niles shot his load up her ass and then felt her body ripple with an orgasm of her own.
Niles lay on top of Daphne while they caught their breath. "You said we could do this again later. Does this mean?" Niles asked with bated breath.
"Yes, Niles, I think you are a great fuck, and I want you again and again. I think I love you too," Daphne said and blushed.
"Are you serious? You can't believe how much I wanted to hear that," Niles said and kissed her neck.
"I think I am, but maybe you should take me up the ass again just to make sure," Daphne said as she spread her legs.
"Yes, my love, and if that does not convince you, I'll just have to fuck you until you are sure," Niles said and started to kiss her down the back.
"Oh, I think it might take all night to convince me, but I think you'll convince me by tomorrow morning," Daphne said as she enjoyed Niles' lips on her ass.
"I hope everything is going Niles' way tonight. He deserves it after his marriage to Maris," Frasier thought as he entered the building where Roz lives.
Frasier had no idea how right he was because Niles took Daphne up the ass for the second time that night and without the aphrodisiac.
Frasier knocked on Roz's door, but there was no response. He tried for minutes, but there was nobody home.
"She's not home, mister," a young woman said who came out of an apartment across the hall.
"Do you know where she is? I have to find her," Frasier asked the young woman.
"She's leaving for New York today. She said she had to leave," she said.
"New York, but why and when?" Frasier asked as his heart raced in his chest.
"She said she embarrassed herself in front of a man she loved, and she could not stand to face him again. Oh, and she's leaving at nine-thirty," she answered, not knowing that Frasier was the man she was talking about.
"How?" was all he could say.
"She's taking the train. She could not get a plane at such short notice," she said.
"Thanks," Frasier said and sprinted off. | null | Part 3 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Frasier003C.txt |
1,250 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager part 10 | "Where the hell did Q send me?" Janeway thought as she looked over the living room she had appeared in a few moments ago. "Hey, I remember Q, so then I have a chance of finding a way out. Let's see, do I know who I am?" Janeway thought and then concentrated on who she was. "Oh yes, she was married, she had three boys, and she was happy with her life. Well, it could be worse. I also have some good friends, one of them is my next-door neighbor. He's an intelligent man, maybe he can help me," Janeway thought as she went into the backyard.
"Wilson, is that you?"
"Hey-di ho, good neighbor," Wilson answered from his side of the fence. "What's up, Jill?"
"Oh, nothing much, I'm just having a slow day at home," Janeway answered.
"Good, good. Oh, by the way, a woman came around this morning looking for you. She was a really beautiful woman, hair like a '47 Chateau Laffitte, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, and legs up to her shoulders. She was a bit cold though, but still, I liked her. Oh, she left a note for you, here," Wilson said and handed an envelope. "Thanks, Wilson," she said and opened the letter. She read it quietly for a few moments and then she started to smile.
"Good news, Jill?" Wilson asked.
"Oh yes, an old high school friend is back in town, and she wants to meet me," Janeway said and hid the letter.
"Hi, Brad and Randy, you are home from school early," she said as her two oldest sons came in the front door. Brad was fifteen, and Randy was almost fourteen.
"Yeah, there was an accident in the chemistry lab, and we were all sent home," Brad said.
"Oh, fine, boys. Don't mind me, I just finished some garden work and I'm going to clean up," Janeway said and went up the stairs. She went into the bathroom and started to draw a bath.
Brad and Randy looked at each other and then they snuck upstairs when they heard their mother drawing a bath. They went to the bathroom door, and Brad started to peek through the keyhole while Randy moved a picture and looked through the hole he had drilled a few weeks ago. "I hope she takes a bath," Brad whispered to Randy. They were both really turned on by the thought of seeing their mother naked.
Janeway heard something rustle outside the bathroom door and thought, "It's show time." She knew that her "sons" were looking at her, and she was about to give them an eyeful.
She slowly took off her clothes, making sure that she did not show her breasts or pussy to the boys, then she slowly turned around to give Brad and Randy an eyeful of her naked body. She slowly walked into the shower and got all wet. She heard a faint "ooooohhh" from outside the door as she started to shampoo her hair.
She knew that they were masturbating by now and felt that she needed to turn the heat up. She grabbed the shampoo bottle and then started to slowly rub it over her cunt. She heard a bump on the door and smiled.
Brad almost fainted when he saw his mother starting to masturbate in the shower, and his head bumped against the door. "Hey, Brad, cool it, she might have heard you," Randy said to Brad as he pulled his cock out. "I'm getting hard," Randy said and started to rub his cock.
Janeway started to moan as the shampoo bottle slid deep inside her cunt, and her wet body squirmed in the shower. "They have to be ready by now," she thought. She pulled the bottle out of her cunt and got out of the bath. She quickly dried off and then she went to one side of the room, out of sight of the boys. She quickly threw the door open and exposed the boys, both with their cocks out.
"What are you doing, you perverts?" She yelled.
"Sorry, Mom, we couldn't help ourselves, you looked so hot," Randy said while covering his hard cock.
"Well, you boys should not be looking at me while I'm naked," Janeway said, not trying to cover her breasts or pussy. "You should be old enough to know that that's wrong. You are certainly big enough," Janeway said as she looked at their still erect cocks.
Brad and Randy could not tear their eyes off her pussy, and their cocks got even harder. "You really like what you see, don't you?" she asked as she put her hands on their cocks. They jumped with surprise as they felt a hand on their cocks. "You want me, and I haven't had a cock in months," She said as she got down on her knees.
"Let's have some fun," She said and then took Brad's cock in her mouth as she pumped Randy's cock. Brad could not believe what was happening as he felt his mother's mouth on his cock. Brad was a virgin, and he could not hold back for long. Janeway felt Brad was about to come, and she sucked harder on his cock. Brad came with force, and Janeway swallowed his entire load. After Brad had come, she moved to Randy and then took his cock in her mouth. Randy, unlike Brad, was not a virgin, but still, he had trouble holding back too as Janeway took him all the way in. Kathryn sucked on Randy's cock with great joy, although it started out as acting, she was really getting into it. She sucked Randy quickly, and soon felt his load shooting down her throat.
The boys looked disappointed as they had both come and believed that it was over. "Don't look so down, boys, I just relieved the pressure so the fuck will last longer," Janeway said as she sat down on a chair and spread her legs. The boys smiled as they heard her and then stared at her exposed cunt.
"Randy, you suck on my tits while Brad works over my cunt," She said as she pulled Randy closer to her. He immediately put his hands on her tits and started to fondle them. Brad started to tentatively lick her pussy. "Lick me right here, Brad," Janeway said and showed Brad her clit. He started to lick her clit. "Oh, that's good, Brad. Randy, suck on my tits," she said as she was getting into the action. Randy started to suck on her tits while Janeway started to move her hips closer to Brad's face.
"Alright, boys, let's move into the bedroom," she said, and then they all went into the bedroom. "Randy, you get to go first since I sucked Brad's cock first," Janeway said as she lay back on the bed. Randy quickly climbed up on the bed, and she positioned him between her legs. "Now, push inside me and then slide it in and out." Randy quickly did as he was told and slipped his teenage cock inside her wet pussy and started to fuck his own mother.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Janeway moaned as she felt the inexperienced boy's cock in her cunt. She wrapped her legs around Randy's hips and started to buck her hips.
"Man, this is great, Mom," Randy said as he felt her tits with his hands and then he kissed her. "Randy, when you come, shoot inside me," Janeway whispered as they fucked faster and faster. Randy felt more ecstasy than ever before; the girl he had had sex with was nothing like this. Randy thrust into her with a last effort, and then he came in a huge explosion of cum, which made him see stars. Janeway felt him come and she clenched her cunt tight around his cock to milk him for all he was worth. Only seconds later, Brad pulled Randy away from her and jumped onto her. "No, no, Brad, let's try something else," she said and pushed him off her.
She got down on the floor and stood on all fours. Brad quickly realized what she was doing and then moved in behind her. For the first time ever, Brad's dick entered a pussy, and he felt a sensation that no masturbation had ever given him.
He grabbed her hips and enjoyed every inch his cock slid into her hot and wet snatch, working harder and harder inside her pussy. "Brad, darling, Randy came inside me. You can do the same," Janeway said to Brad so that he would not feel left out.
Janeway pushed Brad down onto the floor and then sat down on him. As his cock slipped in, she started to pump her ass up and down. She moved up and down with great speed as she neared an orgasm herself. "Oh yes, fuck me, Brad, fuck me," she yelled out as she impaled herself on Brad's cock over and over. Then suddenly, Brad came in a great spurt of cum, and Janeway felt her own orgasm coming as she continued to move up and down on Brad's spurting cock.
"Oh yes, I'm CCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMING, fuck me, Q!" Janeway screamed out as she came in a violent orgasm.
Then in a flash, she found herself back on Voyager, still naked, but the cum that ran down her leg before had disappeared.
"What did you say, Kathy?" Q said as he ogled her naked body. "I believe that you want me."
"You know what I said, so have you decided?" Janeway asked while exposing her cunt to Q.
"Ehh... yes, I have," Q said while looking straight at Kathryn Janeway's wet pussy.
And then a flash filled the room. | null | Part 10 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot10.txt |
1,251 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Spot Part 5 | "Q, can't we make a deal? What can I do to convince you to stop this insane display of adolescence?" Janeway pleaded with the omnipotent creature simply known as Q.
"Well, Kathy, if you really want me to stop, I think we can find a solution. I think I have a proposal, and it's a very indecent proposal," Q said as he stared intently at Kathryn's breasts.
"Oh no, Q, you can't be serious. It's out of the question," Janeway said as she figured out what Q meant.
"Okay, Kathy, then sit back and enjoy the next part of my experiment. And if you feel the need to, shall we say, 'give yourself a hand,' feel free. I won't mind. On the contrary," Q said.
"This is great," Tom Paris thought. "I don't know where I am, but I don't really care. I'm living in the same house as two beautiful women, granted one is supposed to be my sister and the other is supposed to be my mother, but I know better. They are both absolutely fabulous in their own way. And to make things better, the woman next door, while she might not be much to look at, I have discovered that she enjoys sex, the kinkier the better."
Tom rubbed his hands as he sat in "his" room and looked at his next-door neighbors getting it on. He was dressed as a Marine soldier, and she was supposed to be a little Vietnamese girl. "They are sick, but I like it," Tom thought as he observed the Marine "invade" Vietnam. "I hope I get to nail her sometime," Tom thought.
"Hey, is that Kelly?" Tom thought as he heard the front door slam. He got up and sneaked out into the hall, he looked around the corner and down into the living room.
"Anybody home?" the woman yelled. "Al? Kelly? Bud?" she yelled. Tom kept his mouth shut as he had a plan.
"Great, I'm alone," Peggy said. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Alright, Ricki Lake is on. Thank god for Ricki, Oprah just sucks now since she does those chat shows. Now, Ricki, that's dirt," Peggy said out loud as she sat down to watch Ricki Lake.
Tom waited for approximately 30 minutes before Peggy fell asleep. He snuck down the stairs and then he watched his "mother" sleeping on the couch. Tom had admired the huge breasts on the redheaded woman, even though she was a mature woman, she was still very attractive. Tom could not understand why his "father" Al did not fuck her brains out every night.
Tom could wait no longer, he gently pulled her tight body stocking down to expose her wonderful breasts, he was not surprised that she did not wear a bra, he had noticed her nipples on more than one occasion. Now that he finally saw her breasts, he was gratified, he admired the large nipples and the round firm mounds. Tom produced a Polaroid and took a couple of pictures of her breasts. "They might come in handy later," Tom thought. He was glad that Peggy was such a hard sleeper, something he had discovered two days ago as he found her sleeping during a gas line explosion just down the block.
Tom removed her high heels and then he pulled her leopard-spotted pants, he pulled them down to her ankles and then he took two pictures of Peggy's very small green silk panties. He then pulled off her pants completely. He could feel the effect the semi-nude woman on the couch had on him as his cock started to press against his pants. Tom then removed her body stocking and then took a couple of pictures of Peggy wearing nothing but panties. Tom's mouth watered as he was about to remove her panties. As he slid them down her long legs, he saw that she had a thick bush of red hair on her pussy. Tom quickly snapped two pictures but then he found that he had run out of film. "Shit," Tom thought, he quickly ran up the stairs to get another roll of film for the camera, "Better get two," Tom thought as he went into his room.
As Tom searched for his film, Kelly came home. She stared at the body of her naked mother on the couch, she was initially shocked but then she thought about it (As much thinking as she could) and two seconds later she finished thinking. Kelly put her jacket away and then she sat down beside her mother. "Poor woman, she has not gotten it in months," Kelly thought. "Well, I haven't been fucked for a couple of hours, so what the hell," She thought, and then she leaned over and kissed her mother's right nipple. "She has bigger tits than any of my girlfriends," Kelly amazingly discovered. Kelly had occasionally had sex with a girl, only when she could not get some hot cock or maybe as foreplay.
Kelly started to work over Peggy's breasts with her mouth and hands, and she got more and more into it. She just had to take her own clothes off, but first she locked the front door. Kelly sat down beside Peggy again and felt the heat of her mother's body, and she knew what was about to happen. Kelly's right hand slid down Peggy's stomach and soon it was circling over the red-haired cunt. Then she gently started to touch it; she rubbed her mother's clitoris gently and found that her mother's juices soon started to flow. Kelly licked her fingers and tasted her mother's juices for the first time.
Tom came back from his room and was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the sight of Kelly and Peggy both naked on the couch and Kelly was about to lick Peggy's pussy. Tom hid behind the corner and then he secretly snuck a look at them.
Kelly spread Peggy's long legs and placed herself between her mother's legs, then she started to lick Peggy's cunt. Kelly started gently and was incredibly turned on by the taste of Peggy's cunt, and she licked deeper. When Kelly finally started to nibble on Peggy's clit, she awoke. "What the?" Peggy said as she sat up.
"I'm sorry, mom, you just looked so hot on the couch. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste you," Kelly said apologetically.
"Really, Kelly?" Peggy looked at her daughter's hot and slim body. "I haven't had sex for months, and you felt so great," Peggy said, and then she kissed Kelly, not a motherly kiss but a deep passionate kiss. Kelly soon overcame her surprise and kissed her mother back. Peggy's hands soon started to explore her daughter's body; she cupped Kelly's wonderful breasts and then ran her hands down Kelly's slim waist and down to her tight ass. Kelly returned the favor by kneading her mother's breasts.
Tom was so turned on by the scene in the living room that he had to masturbate as he looked on.
"Let me finish what I started, mommy," Kelly said as she fondled her mother's wet snatch. Peggy leaned back and spread her legs. Kelly quickly put her mouth on her mother's pussy again. She licked her mother hard and deep, and Peggy moaned out with joy. "OOOHHH, Kelly, you're a wonderful daughter, lick my cunt," Peggy said as she played with her own breasts.
Kelly licked her mother's clit, and felt her mother's hips begin to buck against her face. Peggy came in a roar of joy as Kelly continued to lick her mother's pussy. "You were really were starved for sex, huh," Kelly said as Peggy caught her breath.
"You bet," Peggy said. "Now I'm up, lay back and enjoy." Kelly leaned back on the couch, and Peggy started to expertly lick her own daughter's pussy.
"My god, Mom, you are a great pussy licker," Kelly said with surprise.
"Well, I have had a lot of experience with Marcy," Peggy said. She had had sex with her neighbor Marcy many times; it was what had kept her sane for so long. Peggy licked her daughter's blonde-haired cunt with great joy, "Hmm, she even bleached her hairs down there," Peggy thought.
Kelly and Peggy enjoyed the smell and taste of each other's body, and they were oblivious to the world around them.
"It's time I joined in," Tom said, and then slowly sneaked down the stairs. "Ahem," he said out loud. They were so into it that he had to repeat it three times before they heard him. "Well, I guess you are having fun? But what will dad say?" Tom said.
"Fuck off, Bud," Kelly said.
"No, wait," was all Peggy could say as she noticed the seven-inch erection that was hanging out of her son's pants. "What if we let you join us? Then you wouldn't tell, would you?"
"What!" Kelly said. "No way I'm letting him fuck me," She said as she pointed at "Bud."
"Then I'll tell everybody that you fucked your mother. How many do you think would fuck you then? Only the losers and geeks," Tom said with a vicious smile.
"Aww, man, okay, you can join it, but you fuck her first," Kelly said and pointed at Peggy.
"Woo-Hoo!" Tom yelled, and then he got down in front of his mother and started to kiss her breasts. "I'll fuck her first, but you have to lubricate me, do it or I'll tell everybody," Tom said and continued to kiss and fondle Peggy's breasts.
"Oh, all right," Kelly said, and then she leaned over and put her hand on Tom's already hard cock."Hmm, it's big, it might not be so bad after all," she thought, and then she kissed his dick. Tom's body flinched as he felt Kelly's expert cock sucking.
"Damn, you're good," Tom said as Kelly took him all the way to the base of his cock. Tom leaned over and put a couple of fingers up Peggy's pussy.
"It's actually quite good. Who knew that this little spud head had such a great cock?" Kelly thought as she found herself getting wet with excitement as she took Tom deep throat.
"Let's fuck," Tom said as he pushed Kelly's head off his cock. Was it just him, or did Kelly look disappointed? Tom slowly slid his cock into Peggy's wet, tight cunt while Kelly sat in the chair finger fucking herself.
Peggy and Tom soon reached a frenzied pace as their hips slammed together faster and faster. "Man, she's really tight and really wonderful," Tom thought as he slid into her again and again. Tom could not keep his mouth off her tits as they pumped away on the couch. Peggy soon reached an orgasm as she felt a cock in her pussy; she bucked wildly as Tom pumped her harder and harder. Tom felt the clenching of Peggy's pussy as she neared an orgasm, but he was far from finished. Tom had a rare gift - he could keep an orgasm off for much longer than normal men could, and he did not wish to finish just yet.
Peggy came with a roar and then she slumped back on the couch. "Do me now," Kelly pleaded before Tom had a chance to fuck Peggy again. Tom happily obliged as he threw her face first on the table and then started to lick her pussy from behind.
"Fuck me, right now," Kelly said impatiently.
"You betcha'," Tom said and slid his hard, hot and wet dick up Kelly's pussy. She was not as loose as he thought, and he was pleased to find that she clenched her cunt every time he rammed into her. He grabbed Kelly's hips and started to fuck her really hard; their motion shook the table as they slammed together with great force.
"You are great, Bud. Fuck my pussy," Kelly said, surprised by the great fucking "Bud" was giving her. She wished it would never end. Tom sat down on the couch, and Kelly moved in front of him. She sat down on his cock with her back to him, and they started to fuck again. Tom grabbed her hips and thrust her up and down his throbbing cock; he was enjoying this fuck more than any other before, well, except the time he fucked B'Elanna and Kes at the same time.
Tom's hands moved up to her great tits, and he mauled them with great pleasure. Kelly had always liked to be taken roughly, and "Bud's" treatment was just what she needed. Kelly got up and turned around; she positioned his cock right under her pussy and then slammed down on it hard. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Kelly moaned as she reached the heights of ecstasy. "Cum inside me, Bud. Let me feel your sperm in my pussy. I want it, I want it, I want it now," Kelly moaned out as she felt an orgasm coming on.
Tom knew that he could hold out no longer, although he had stamina. These Bundy women were too much to resist.
"Get ready, Kelly. Here it comes," Tom said as he suddenly tensed up and shot his load up her hot pussy in long, hard spurts.
Kelly finally came as she felt her "brother's" hot jiz in her cunt, and she hugged Tom tightly as they both shook with pleasure. They finally settled down, and then they kissed intensely.
"Bud, you are one great fuck. I know we have to do this again and again," Kelly said as she squeezed Tom's cock.
"Hey, I'm getting in on the action too. Forget Al, now that I know that Bud is such a great fuck," Peggy said as she sat down on the other side of Tom.
"Hey, ladies, there is enough of me to go around," Tom said as he grabbed the ass of both women. "Maybe we could even get Mrs. D'arcy to join us sometime," Tom said.
"That's not a bad idea," Peggy said, "but not until I have had some more Bud," Peggy said and kissed him. | null | Part 5 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot05.txt |
1,252 | Martin4Life | Star Trek: Voyager Q-Sport | "Shit," Chakotay thought when he spilled his Coke all over his bed. "This is not good. I can't sleep in that puddle, but what can I do?"
"Oh, I know. Rich is out of town tonight. I'll sleep in his bed and take care of this tomorrow." Rich was his roommate and his supposed sister's boyfriend.
Chakotay went into Rich's room and got into his bed. "I'll take care of it tomorrow. I'm too tired to do something about it now," he thought as he quickly neared sleep.
Chakotay was suddenly awoken by the creak of the door opening. He lay still, trying to figure out who was sneaking inside. "Rich," the voice whispered. Chakotay recognized the voice of his oldest stepsister and Rich's girlfriend, Dana.
"Rich, I'm sorry about our fight yesterday," she said. "No, don't say anything. Let me talk," Dana said and put a hand on Chakotay's mouth. "I know that you love me and that you want to have sex with me, and I have thought about it. It's not that I don't love you, I do. But I have never... well, you know."
"She's a virgin," Chakotay thought. "Maybe I can take advantage of this."
"I want you to be the first, but I'm not sure I'm ready. But there is something I can do for you while we wait," She said and pulled the covers off Chakotay. "Don't tell JT I did this or he'll never let me forget it," Dana said as she put her hand on his cock. Chakotay jumped in surprise. She was supposed to be his sister, but he had admired her body since the day he got here, and a fantasy was about to come true.
Dana took his cock in her trembling hand and then she kissed it. It grew hard as soon as she kissed it. "Oh, you are ready, Rich," Dana whispered as she pumped his cock with her hand. She cupped his balls and then she licked them. After her hand had gotten him completely erect, she put her lips on the head of it and then slowly inhaled his cock. Chakotay was surprised at the cock-sucking prowess of his stepsister, as he did not know that Dana had been sucking cocks since she was 14. She had first done it to keep her then-boyfriend happy and had discovered that she liked it and had sucked many cocks since, even one of her teachers.
Chakotay was enjoying this more than he had ever enjoyed a blowjob before and felt he was about to cum as Dana sucked his cock very loudly. "Come in my mouth," she whispered as she shortly took her mouth off his cock. Dana resumed her cock sucking, and Chakotay was just about ready to shoot his load.
Dana felt his orgasm coming on, and she took his cock deep throat. As Chakotay felt her taking his entire cock, he could hold off no more, and he shot his jiz down her throat. If Dana had not been such an expert cock-sucker, she would not have been able to take the full load, but as it was, she swallowed it all, enjoying the taste immensely as she felt herself getting wet.
Dana licked his cock clean and was about to leave when Chakotay whispered, "Let me return the favor." Dana stopped, as she had not recognized his voice, and then she said, "You would do that for me?"
"Of course I would," Chakotay said as Dana sat back down on the bed. Chakotay wanted to taste her now, and he was happy to hear Dana say, "You know none of my boyfriends have ever done that. I would really like that."
Chakotay had no idea that even though none of Dana's boyfriends had licked her snatch, she had tried it before. Dana and Karen, her younger biological sister, had once tried it.
Chakotay reached over and pulled Dana's pajama top off. His hands soon found her tits. They were not as big as Al's or Carol's tits, but they were great nonetheless. His hands then slid down her sides, and then he put his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them off her. Chakotay pushed her back on the bed and then he spread her legs. He kissed her up her smooth thighs, slowly working his way up to her blonde cunt. Chakotay discovered that Dana kept her snatch neatly trimmed with only a triangle of blonde hair left. He blew lightly on her clitoris and felt a wave of excitement rush through Dana's body, and then he kissed her pussy. She was already wet, and Chakotay's tongue only helped increase the flow of her juices as he licked her labia and clit.
Chakotay put a finger up her cunt and started to move it in and out while he kept on licking her cunt. Dana started to moan as his finger slipped deep inside her. He felt no hymen and was surprised, as he thought she was a virgin.
"I took my cherry when I started to masturbate at 13," Dana said as she felt his surprise. Dana had masturbated for years and loved it. She had done it everywhere she could think of, even during a lecture.
"Oh, Rich, I want you," she said, and Dana was surprised to find that it was absolutely true. She wanted to fuck him right now. Chakotay almost jumped with joy as he heard her words, and then he moved up her body, covering every inch with big wet kisses. When he reached her tits, he started to work over her nipples with his mouth.
"Do it, Rich, fuck me," Dana whispered as Chakotay sucked on her right tit. Chakotay was surprised to hear those words come out of his goody two-shoes sister, but did not argue. Chakotay placed his cock at the entrance of her virgin cunt and then slowly started to press his cock inside her. "Oooooh," Dana moaned when she felt a cock inside her for the first time. It felt much better than a cucumber or the dildo she usually used.
She was as tight as Chakotay had thought, but she was so wet that his hard cock could slip in without a lot of resistance. As he felt his hips meet her crotch, he started to really fuck her. "Oh yes," Dana whispered as Chakotay started to move in and out with great speed. Chakotay whispered, "You are great, Dana," suddenly Dana tensed up and said, "JT, is that you?"
She had recognized his voice, but he could not stop fucking her. "JT, you bastard, stop this," Dana said and tried to push him off her, but he was too strong. He kept on fucking her, and then he kissed her deeply to shut her up. Then he felt that she stopped fighting him and got into the fuck. "Oh, you like it, Dana. You want your brother to fuck you good, right?" he said as he kneaded her tits.
"Oh yes, oh yes, JT, fuck me good," Dana said as her hips started to move up and down in conjunction with Chakotay's pumping hips. She had first been horrified to find out that it was her idiot stepbrother that was fucking her and not Rich, but she was so horny and enjoying the fuck so much that she did not care.
"Take me from behind, JT," Dana said, and then turned over on all fours. Chakotay was not slow to respond as he grabbed her ass and quickly slammed inside her. He then grabbed her waist and helped her backward motions.
Dana bit down on the pillow to keep her from crying out loud as she came with a vengeance, her body convulsing with ecstasy. Chakotay kept on fucking her until she bucked so wildly that he could not hold on. After half a minute, Chakotay felt Dana's hands on his cock, and before he knew it, she sat down on his cock and started to fuck him.
"She's a take-charge kind of girl," Chakotay thought as he felt her shapely ass move up and down. Chakotay reached up and cupped her tits as they bounced all over the place. Dana bent over and kissed Chakotay, and he almost came right then. Dana and Chakotay started to let their tongues play with each other as Chakotay lifted his hips to move deeper inside her tight and wet cunt.
"Don't come inside me. I'm not on the pill," Dana said as she felt his climax coming on. Chakotay had no problem with that as he pulled his cock out of her pussy and shot his sperm all over her body. He shot a huge load onto Dana, hitting her in the face, on the tits, and her cunt.
"Wow, you are great, JT," Dana said after a couple of minutes. "I hope this won't be our last time."
"Well, you need to be cleaned off, and I think I have to help you," Chakotay said and pulled Dana into the bathroom. | null | Part 9 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Martin4life/Q-Spot09.txt |
1,256 | Enterprise 1701 D | Stone of the Phalanx | "Who are you?" Fromthefield asked, astonished by the immense amount of power he sensed radiating from the stranger.
"I am Q, from the Q continuum. The people who left the Stone here are the Phalanx, a group that split from the continuum billions of years ago. They didn't want to follow our rules, so we destroyed them. This is known as the Great Battle. It took us nearly 5 million years to track them down and kill them. The Phalanx were only interested in playing with life, so they created a number of races around the galaxy for the purpose of playing with them. Apparently, they left the stones here in the hope of bringing the Phalanx back to life. This must never happen. So we will guide you. But remember, the evil of the Phalanx lies dormant within you. If you choose to accept the powers, you will have to learn to control it. We, the Q, are... well, you could describe us as Gods. We can control everything - life, death, matter, antimatter, etc. After you accept the responsibility as a Phalanx, I will personally train and guide you. Do you have any more questions, Frederic?"
"How do you know my name?"
"The Q know everything. As I told you before, we are Gods, remember."
"That training, how will it go?"
"It will be conducted whenever you want it, but the less you train per day, the longer it will take. The training will be modified by your progress, so you will never fall behind or run ahead. If you train 5 hours a day, the training will take about 10 weeks. The last day will be an introduction to the Q-continuum, where we live. It will be an enriching or maybe frightening experience. You will be a class 7 or 8 Q by the end of your training."
"What class are you?"
"I am a class 11 Q, which indicates I have complete control over everything and I generate power of 50,000 black holes per minute. This is enough to know everything and control everything within the limits of a galaxy."
"Wow! That is some power!"
"Not much in comparison to a class 12 Q, who can do the same within this universe."
"How much weaker will I be?"
"A class 8 Q can generate enough power to act within a radius of approximately 100 to 150 light years."
"That will be enough, I think. When can we begin?"
"As I told you, whenever you want, but you might want to get a subject to test your new skills on."
School would start again in a few days, so Frederic thought that he could get as many subjects there as he wanted. Q apparently tried to read his thoughts. Instinctively, Frederic raised a shield, and at that same time, Q frowned. Immediately, Frederic felt a burning sensation in his head. He pumped more energy into his shield. The burning stopped as Q stopped trying.
"What was that?"
"I tried to read your mind. Because of your shield, I tried harder, but in the end, your shield was more powerful than I imagined, so I stopped. Normally, you would not even know I tried to read your mind, because of my strong skills. It seems that you are more powerful than we anticipated, so I will have to talk to my fellow Q. I will return in a few days."
A bright white flash, and Q was gone, leaving a puzzled Frederic.After a few brief seconds, there it was, a runabout.
"Hey, you said the Enterprise-D. No fair!"
"Don't you think creating a ship the size of the Enterprise wouldn't go unnoticed?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then hop in, I'll create the Enterprise behind the moon, so it can watch the earth, and us, without being detected by this backwards race."
After a brief trip of 5 minutes, the runabout Frederic reached the far side of the moon. All of a sudden, there she was. The Enterprise.
"Enterprise, prepare for docking." "Acknowledged," a female voice responded.
"Boy, do I know that voice well," Daphnix said. "Yep, and it's all ours, captain."
In a flash, both boys were in Starfleet uniform. Frederic had admiral's pips on his collar, and Daphnix had captain's pips.
"Welcome on board, Admiral Fromthefield and Captain Smith," the female computer voice responded.
"Transport us directly to the bridge."
They materialized in the center of the bridge, in front of the main viewscreen. Frederic sat down in the command chair, while Daphnix sat next to him, in the chair for the second officer. | null | Chapter 4 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Enterprise1701D/Stone-of-the-phalanx-chapter-4.txt |
1,257 | Enterprise 1701 D | Stone of the Phalanx | "Phalanx? Phalanx? Wake up, Phalanx. No time to sleep now."
"Wha... What? Where am I?"
"There you are. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"What was that Phalanx stuff? How long have I been unconscious?"
"You were unconscious for about 15 minutes. Now that the 3 Stones have been combined, the Phalanx has formed. Once I join with you, you will be the embodiment of the Phalanx."
"15 minutes? I have to find my sister!"
Frederic jumped up and ran into the house, tearing open doors along the way. He never bothered to check whether they were locked, he just ripped them out and smashed them aside. Finally, he found his sister. She was hanging on the wall, tied at the wrists and ankles, spread in an X figure.
"Barbs, what happened to you?"
She didn't answer him. He then read her mind, replaying the events that had happened to her.
After she was dragged into the car, Razul had ripped off her clothes. Razul kissed her while her hands were being bound behind her back by John, the man Frederic had ripped reality for. While Razul enjoyed himself with her nipples, kissing one while twisting the other, John had one finger in her pussy. Barbara cried out in pain as the two men were raping her. Suddenly, Barbara was pushed back, right on her bound hands. Razul's gigantic cock forced its way inside her steaming pussy. This mistreatment had gotten her hot. Apparently, she was lying on top of John, because after about 5 thrusts, she felt him enter her virgin ass. She gasped in pain. While she was doing that, a dildo entered her mouth, all the way in. They sealed it off with duct tape. The 2 men continued violating her, changing places every now and then, until they stopped at the house where Frederic found her.
Barbara was dragged upstairs and bound in the way Frederic found her. Razul had tried to alter her mind, trying to make her his love slave. Fortunately, Frederic's constant modifying of her mind had made her resistant to this power. Razul had gotten mad and slammed maximum force into her mind. Her mind had withdrawn into her subconscious level, making her lose consciousness. Razul was prevented from doing any more damage by Frederic's early appearance.
After seeing that, Frederic had gotten horny as hell. But first things must come first, and he healed her body and repaired any damage to her mind. Slowly, Barbara regained consciousness.
"Frederic, thank god."
"It's OK, Barbara, I'm here, you're fine. Razul took the wrong man to mess with."
"Will you untie me now?"
"No, first I will have some fun with that wet little pussy of yours."
Frederic had noticed her wetness. Barbara liked being tied up like this.
Frederic hurried out of the remnants of his clothes and impaled her with his cock. He grabbed her tits and twisted them. Barbara screamed in pain and pleasure. She liked the movement of his cock against her violated clit. Barbara was on the edge of climaxing, as Frederic took control and held her there, preventing her climax. For the next 5 minutes, Barbara begged for her climax. On the same time as Frederic climaxed, he released her. She came for 5 minutes in a row, at least.
He untied her, and under cloak, flew them home, after taking good care of the house and the car. There was no sign of the driver, and he didn't care. The man was harmless.
He put his sister to bed and made her sleep. He guessed 12 hours would be enough. He needed the time to bind with the Phalanx, and besides, she needed the sleep.
He went upstairs, to his room. After he pulled out the Phalanx, he lay on top of his bed, putting the white stone on top of his chest. "OK Phalanx. Bind with me."
"Acknowledged."
Frederic slowly began to feel awkward. He looked up and what he saw startled him. Big time.
The Stone began to liquefy, its white light growing more and more intense. After maybe 10 to 15 minutes, the now liquid Phalanx poured into his skin, entering his body through the sweat glands.
Frederic lost consciousness after 10 minutes.
Frederic woke up, slowly, like coming out of a coma. He felt incredible. The power flowing through his veins was overwhelming. He realized now, he knew everything about his powers, about the Phalanx, where they came from, how they lived, how they came to their end.
He also, slowly, very slowly, began to understand the universe and the creatures that lived in it. It was like his brain couldn't absorb the knowledge and had to expand in order to use or contain it. As this process accelerated, the knowledge became more and more clear.
Frederic got out of the bed and walked downstairs. He got into the back yard and he began to experiment with his powers. He made a pool appear and disappear. Now he was fooling around with the weather. He found it to be a little too cold lately.
Suddenly, a bright white flash came right behind him.
He turned around and...
Sorry about that. I'll let you in on a little secret. In the next chapter, Q will make his appearance.
If anyone has any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me at [email protected] | null | Chapter 3 | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Enterprise1701D/Stone-of-the-phalanx-chapter-3.txt |
1,259 | Enterprise 1701 D | Stone of the Phalanx | "Are you ready?" Q asked Frederic.
"Yes, let's go. The Continuum. Sounds endless."
"It is. It is hard to explain without you having seen it. I will take you there, and once we are inside, you can ask any questions you like."
"OK. I'm ready."
Q raised his hand and... they were inside the Continuum.
It was a strange experience. It was as if it was made of pure energy. Frederic also noticed that he hadn't materialized a body. His life force was all that remained. He could interact with everything around him, but this quickly bored him. He tried searching for Q, or another Q. Suddenly, he found a white glowing sphere. He made his force float towards it. At once, they connected. He felt a surge of power flow through him, along with knowledge. Frederic panicked. He wasn't expecting this. He tried to yell, but without a body, he found that more than difficult. In one white flash, Frederic was standing on a road, with a gas station next to it. Next to Frederic, Q appeared. Frederic literally flew towards him. "What was that? What happened? What was that white sphere?"
"Calm down. You were in the Continuum as it really is. You made contact with a fellow Q, who was curious, but who didn't know you would panic like that, and he sends his apologies for scaring you. That white sphere as you describe it, is his life force as you put it. When you made contact with it, your knowledge and experiences from your entire lives joined, making you receive his knowledge, and he receiving yours."
"First I felt like I really came home or something, but later it felt... confining. I tried to contact you, but I couldn't find you. Then that other Q came and I approached him, I didn't know what would happen."
"You're right, I should have told you. We are still in the Continuum, but I let you see it as this representation. Shall we go in again? This time, I will guide you."
"OK." Frederic's voice trembled a little.
Thanks to the guidance of Q, Frederic slowly grew accustomed to making direct contact with other Q. Because he was only part Q, and part Human, it was very difficult to see, hear and feel with only his powers. He was still used to using his body.
"Now, do you want to go on with our tour, or do you want to remain here for a while?"
"I think I'll go on with the tour," Frederic said.
In one flash, Frederic and Q reappeared in 'normal' space, just outside Training.
And, to Frederic's delight, they had bodies again!
Q pointed his arms forward, and a small blue disc appeared, slowly growing in size. After maybe 2 to 3 seconds, Frederic could see it wasn't a disc, but more of a tunnel, cutting through space and time. It took maybe half a minute, and the vortex was large enough for them to step through.
"Where are we?"
"At the same place, but in a parallel universe, where time is running faster than in your universe. We Q are the only ones who can really see what it is like in different universes. Do you see that ship?"
"Yes, I do. But... that's the Enterprise!"
"The real one, you know, Star Trek? Well, meet Picard and consorts."
They appeared on the main bridge, it was identical to the one Frederic had walked on so many times.
"Q! What are you doing here?" Picard said as they appeared. Then he noticed there was somebody with him.
"I want you to meet my protégé, Frederic. He is part human, and I am showing him around. You don't mind do you, Jean-Luc?"
Frederic had to fight to keep his chuckle down. He had seen something like this on TV, but he had no idea it was that funny when he was on the other side.
Picard had no other choice but to say he didn't mind, but Frederic could read he was annoyed, and something else was also there. Fear, fear for his ship and for what might come next.
Frederic knew Q knew the same thing, but he didn't show. He liked the idea of Picard squirming around, fearing what Q might do to him. Frederic, on the other hand, was much more compassionate. He said "Don't worry Captain, we won't harm you or do anything. Q is just showing me around. You won't harm them, do you Q?" the last was asked like a child which was asking whether Santa existed.
"I have never harmed them in any way!" Q shouted, pretending to be offended.
At that moment, Frederic noticed... Deanna Troi. Was she looking nice today! She was wearing her sexy uniform, with a deep cut in front, showing the top part of her breasts. He mentally reached out to Q. "I would like to have a piece of her!" he sends. "Go ahead, give it a try. You have control over minds, something we Q do not have, or have lost long ago. But I would recommend you wouldn't go at it immediately, since that will draw too much attention. Do it later, when she is alone in her quarters." Came the response from Q. Frederic sends back that it was OK with him.
"Now, can I have a look around Captain?" Frederic asked, trying to be polite. "There is no stopping you, so go ahead."
"Really Jean-Luc, you should try to be more friendly. My protégé has the courtesy of asking you, although he shouldn't ask for anything, and all you do is snap at him," Q said in a patronizing voice, like a parent giving a child a lecture.
"It's alright Q," Frederic said. He paced around the bridge, looking at the various stations, loading information from the different people as he went. "So Q, you have had fun with these people, huh?" he asked aloud. "Fun isn't the right word. Encounters might be a better description. And yes, I have had them. It wasn't fun because these people have no sense of humor!" Picard was getting paler as Q finished his response.
"Let's have a look around the rest of the Enterprise in operation," Frederic said. He stepped into the turbolift, and Q appeared next to him. "Why don't you use your transportation?" Q asked mentally. "I don't like that. I like the old-fashioned way better. Besides, transportation makes me itch."
After they completed the tour of the Enterprise, and Frederic was properly introduced to Q's 'friends', they went on with the tour of this galaxy. They appeared on OPS of space station Deep Space 9. Odo, who happened to be on the bridge, immediately tried to attack Q, but was restrained from doing that by Ben Sisko. "My good friend Captain Sisko," Q began. "Stop it Q. What do you want this time?" "Nothing, I just wanted to introduce my protégé, Frederic." Q gave the entire routine. After the tour of the station, Frederic promised to himself he would come back for Kira and Dax.
The next stop was the future of the universe they were currently in. They stopped on a starship named Voyager. "Kathy!" Q greeted Captain Janeway. Frederic was giving Q the same look as all the others on the bridge, Janeway not included of course, "Kathy?". Again, same routine, Q introduced Frederic, the tour of the ship and so on. Frederic also noticed that Q and Janeway had a 'special' relationship. The other commanders had greeted him like he was total evil, but Janeway greeted him as an old friend, almost like an ally. He would return for Kes and 7of9.
After the tour of the starships, Q showed Frederic around in the different galaxies that he found interesting. Q taught Frederic how to create the vortex, to set a destination and how to make the destination random, making the trip all the more fun. They returned to Frederic's home universe and he told Daphnix all about it.
Frederic returned to the Star Trek universe with Daphnix by his side. They appeared inside Deanna's room. She wasn't there yet. They didn't have to wait long.
As soon as she was inside, Frederic sealed the door with the familiar Q-grid. He reached out for her mind, but her empathic abilities disrupted him a little. He finally got total access and she was now at his mercy. Daphnix had disrobed himself, his now back to 'normal' size 40 centimeters at attention. He grabbed the 2 sides of her uniform covering her breasts. He pulled the straps down, and her lovely tits bounced into view. The contact with air made the nipples hard, making an ideal target for Daphnix to begin. He sucked on one of them, while kneading, rubbing and pinching the other. Deanna moaned in ecstasy as Frederic rubbed his now uncovered dick against her ass. She had suddenly realized that her uniform had disappeared. Frederic continued to stimulate her pleasure center of her brain. Frederic pulled her behind open, exposing her ass. In contrary to her well-stretched cunt, her ass had never been penetrated. Frederic pushed the head of his 30 centimeter long cock against her rectum. "Yes, take my ass," she purred in enhanced ecstasy. Frederic eagerly complied. He pushed the head of his 10 centimeter wide cock against her ass. The hole was very, very tight and Frederic pushed with all his strength and Deanna had a thrashing orgasm as the head popped in her ass. The girl cum shot out of her cunt with a tremendous force, coating the carpet under her feet with a pool of wet, slimy cum.Frederic pushed deeper, and Deana had continuous orgasms as his cock found its way down her bowels. Daphnix had meanwhile worked his way down to her cunt, licking it and drinking her cum as it came pouring out. Frederic had established a rapid pace in her tight anus, and Daphnix had done the same in Deana's cunt. She was thrashing in multiple orgasms at a time. After half an hour, they switched places. Frederic was careful to stop them from cumming too much, so they wouldn't get exhausted. This went on for another 5 minutes. Frederic then decided it was enough and he let them cum for the last time. As they withdrew, Deana fell to the ground, totally spent. She fell into a very deep and relaxing sleep, a sleep that had much comparison with a coma.
Frederic and Daphnix returned to their own universe. They had enough fun for the day, they decided. As Daphnix went to sleep, Frederic transported down to Earth. He decided to let his powers decide the location, and snapped his fingers.
Frederic reappeared. He was a little disoriented. He looked around, forming an image of his surroundings. Suddenly, he found himself surrounded by guerrillas. He had gotten in the middle of a small Middle American country fighting against repression by the 'government'. "Get down, with your hands behind your neck," they shouted in Spanish. Frederic replied in the same language, "I am not of the government army, I do not intend to harm you in any way." Of course, they didn't believe him at first. With a little 'encouragement' on Frederic's part, they decided he was not a threat. He walked with them towards their encampment, where Frederic had great success with his powers. He was the entertainer for tonight. One of the guerrilla's favorite tricks was making flames appear out of thin air. But Frederic had only eyes for the wounded in the camp. He went to the tent where all the sick and wounded people were. The first person he saw was a man, more a boy actually, about 18 years old, who had the bad luck of stepping on a land mine, causing him to have lost his 2 legs, along with a very dangerous wound in his abdomen. He was dying. Frederic sat down beside him and repaired the wound in the boy's abdomen. Then Frederic gave the boy both his legs back. "What's your name, soldier?" Frederic asked in Spanish. "Paolo," the boy replied. "Thank you, signor. My life belongs to you. If you ever need help or anything, let me know. I will give my life for you."
"Thank you, Paolo. But I don't think that will be necessary. But, if there is anything, I will let you know." The boy nodded and got up, testing his new legs. With one last grateful nod, he left the tent and went to tell anyone about what happened to him.
The second person he saw was a woman. She had been caught in crossfire. She had 46 bullet wounds all over her body, none of them lethal, but together, they had cost her a lethal amount of blood. Frederic repaired the wounds and replenished her blood supply. "Marina" was her reply to Frederic's question about her name. She too swore an oath to help Frederic whenever he needed it.
Frederic helped over 50 guerrillas that night, and when he left the camp, the leader said that if he ever needed anything, he could always find his friends here to count on. Frederic nodded and said he would. He then snapped his fingers and transported back to the bridge.
"Damn," Frederic said. He was scratching himself all over. "I thought I got rid of this," he said.
Frederic went to Daphnix' cabin, finding his friend having breakfast. "And," Frederic began, "what do you think about last night?" "Great!" Daphnix exclaimed. "I want to try something. I want to connect myself to you, creating a bond between us, making us share feelings, thoughts and experiences."
"Ok, sounds like fun," Daphnix responded.
They went to the holodeck. Frederic ordered two chairs, 2 meters apart. When they were seated, faces towards each other, Frederic ordered the holodeck to be black. Daphnix saw nothing, not even the chair where he was sitting. Suddenly, he fell into a coma. Frederic didn't understand it. He had entered his friend's mind and began finding the centers he wanted to connect, as his friend lost consciousness. There was nothing he could do. In despair, he cried inward, "Powers, do anything to save him, anything, I give you carte blanche."
A flash engulfed Daphnix and Frederic. As Daphnix reawakened, he said, "I can't feel you. What happened?" "I don't know. I said my powers to save, no matter what the cost. Since then, I was unable to enter your mind, to see what happened."
Daphnix suddenly got up, stretched his arms sideward, and flames appeared behind him, going at least 5 meters into the 'air' of the Holodeck. "I, I, I can't make them stop!" Daphnix yelled hysterically.
Frederic stepped in, took over and stopped the flames. "Daphnix, I want you to lower your mental shield, allowing me entrance."
"How?"
"Just think of it."
Frederic felt his obstruction was being removed. He didn't have to look very long. Daphnix' brain had evolved. Big time. "Daphnix, you have 100% use over your brain."
"Meaning what?"
"You have almost the same powers I do, except matter/anti-matter control, inter-dimensional travel, transport and control over living tissue and heightened awareness. That's about it, I think. Do you want to keep the powers, meaning you have to learn how to refrain from using them to do harm to other living beings."
"Or, I could give them up, meaning I will have to stay the same plain guy? No thank you, I'll keep them."
"Good, then I will teach you."
"Fine by me." | null | Chapter 6 - Frederic gets his goal in life | Collections/LEXtext/Authors/Enterprise1701D/Stone-of-the-phalanx-chapter-6.txt |
1,303 | DW LUST | Beverly Hills 90210-Kelly's Fall | "Finally," says Val as Brenda walks into the house at around 2:30 in the morning.
"Hi, mistress," replies Brenda.
"How was your night?"
"A lot of fun, actually," replies Brenda.
Brenda's nylons are ripped at the knees, a sign she was on them a lot. "How many women did you pleasure?"
"I lost count. Probably over a hundred."
"Tell me about the first one," inquires Valerie.
"Well, I walked in, had a couple drinks, and headed to the bathroom. To my surprise, no one was in the can. So I played with my hair and waited for a girl to come in. Seconds later, a tall redhead walked in. She was dressed to tease - a red skirt, long tanned legs, and a white see-through blouse. She was hot. She came to the mirror as well, and I said, 'Hi, you need some release.' I thought she would be surprised by such an upfront approach, but instead, she simply pulled up onto the counter, lifted up her skirt, and said, 'You better be good.' I simply dove into her snatch and began licking. She tasted good. Oh, did I mention she had chosen to not wear any underwear? I could tell she was close to an orgasm as she pulled my head hard into her cunt. I slid a finger into her gaping hole, and she orgasmed almost instantly. I moved my head up and turned to see three girls watching me devour the redhead's pussy. I smiled nervously at them as the rather plump, brunette said, 'I'm next.' She slipped off her jeans and panties and struggled to get on the table and spread her legs with a little difficulty. I placed my tongue at her cunt and began licking. She didn't taste so good. I felt a hand slide my skirt up, and soon a finger was fucking my ass. It surprised me a bit, but it felt great. The rest of the night was one big blur. I would eat a pussy, look up briefly to check out the next dyke, and then I would suck her pussy till she came. It was awesome. The redhead even came back for seconds. During this time, I even had about 20 women eat from my box. It was a blast. Although, it wasn't really a challenge. Asking a dyke if she wants to get eaten is like asking a man if he wants to be fucked. A real challenge would be to go to a normal bar and see how many twats I could eat from."
Val laughs, "Yeah, I guess that is a game we can play sometime. But right now, why don't we add one to the cunts you have sucked so far tonight? Get over here and fuck my cunt with your tongue." Brenda slips off her dress and drops down on her knees and begins pleasing her mistress. Brenda continues lapping at Val's box as she slides a finger into her mistress's ass. A door slams, and Brandon appears. Brandon says, "Is my sister doing a good job, Val?"
"Hmm," replies Val.
Brandon drops his pants and slips behind his sister. "Hey, sis, do you want my cock?"
Brenda quits licking Val's cunt to say, "Hmm, brother, please pound me. I need your cock."
Brandon doesn't wait for Brenda to finish as he plows his cock into his sister's gaping hole. A door slams as Val screams, "That's it, slut, eat my box." Seconds later, a scream is heard. Val looks up to see Cindy Walsh, Brandon and Brenda's mother, watching the threesome. Val realizes she has to think fast. She sends a command to Cindy that she is turned on by the scene that is in front of her eyes, that she wants to have sex with both of her children, and that she wants to obey everything that Val says. Brandon quits fucking his sister and gets up and turns to his mother, erection standing tall, and says, "Sorry, mom, I can explain, well, actually, I..."
Brenda tries to cover herself and is speechless. Val sends a command for Cindy that she is craving cock, that she wants to suck her son's cock now. Val watches as Cindy walks over to her son, drops to her knees, and takes her son's cock into her mouth. Brandon says, "Mom, what are you doing?" Cindy doesn't answer as she engulfs Brandon's cock deep into her mouth. "Mom, that feels so good." Brenda watches the scene in shock.
Val says, "Brenda, get back to eating me." Brenda hesitates briefly, in awe of the scene before her eyes, but follows her mistress's demand and returns to eating Val's box. Val sends more commands to Cindy. 'You want to be fucked by Brandon, and remember, you will do anything that Val tells you to.'
Val says to Cindy, "How does your son's cock taste?"
Cindy looks up at Val speechless.
"Have you ever thought about your son fucking your tight twat?"
"No, I..."
"Answer my questions honestly. Your daughter sure can eat a mean pussy. Now, have you ever thought of having Brandon's thick, long prick in your neglected cunt?"
"Well, not till now. But, right now, my pussy is on fire, thinking of having Brandon's cock in me."
"Brandon, why don't you help your mother get out of her clothes?" Brandon helps her mother unbutton her blouse and then unclips her old-fashioned bra. "Cindy, your tits are in pretty good shape. Did you breastfeed Brandon?"
"Yes," replies Cindy.
"Brandon, why don't you suck mommy's nipples?" Brandon eagerly takes his mother's nipples in his mouth. He bites on them tenderly as Cindy moans from the delicate teasing of her son. "Brenda, go over and help Brandon get your mother's clothes off." Brenda slowly goes over as she watches her brother suck on her mother's tits. Brenda pulls down her mom's slacks and struggles to get them off her. Then she slides down her mother's pantyhose and then her panties. "Why don't you three relocate upstairs to the master bedroom?" The three obey instantly and head upstairs. Val follows, on the way there, she grabs a video camera, thinking, 'This would make a good video.'
On the bed, the three had started without Val. Cindy was on her back, her daughter was in between her legs, and Brandon had again placed his cock in his mother's mouth. 'Cindy was a pretty good cocksucker,' thought Val. Val presses record on the machine. Val sends a command to Cindy to talk dirty and incestuous to her children.
Moments later, she quits sucking Brandon and says, "Son, go fuck your sister. Daughter, you are pleasing mommy, yes, suck mommy's clit, let me cum all over my daughter's slutty face." Brandon gets behind Brenda and slides his cock into her cunt. Brenda moans with pleasure from the penetration. "That's it, son, fuck your sister. Fuck your sister hard as she eats her mommy's pussy. That's it, Bren, I'm cumming, you're making mommy cum. Okay, son, get over here and fuck your mom, stick your hard cock in your mommy's pussy." Brandon slides out of Brenda's cunt, and Brenda moves out of the way, and Brandon places his cock at Cindy's entrance. Brandon rubs his cock around his mother's cunt, and Cindy screams, "Please, son, don't tease me, just fuck me, fuck your mother, don't you want to?"
Brandon smiles and says, "Do you really want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please, I can't wait any longer, I need your cock in me, fuck your mother. Cum inside me." Brandon plunges into his mother. Cindy says, "Brenda, get over here and straddle your mother's face. Let me eat my daughter's cunt. Let your mother bring you to a climax." Brenda straddles her mother's face, and Cindy extends her tongue to her daughter's cunt. Val can't believe how slutty Cindy has become. She needed this. She probably hadn't been fucked forever. Jim was kind of a loser. Val begins fingering herself as she watches the incestuous scene continue at a feverish pace.
Brandon, who was now really getting into the action, says, "Mom, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No, son, but I bet you can change that. Brenda, lick my asshole, get it ready for your brother to fuck my ass." Brenda obeys and begins licking her mother's ass and takes a finger and rubs her mother's juices at Cindy's anal entrance. Brandon pushes Brenda out of the way and replaces Brenda's tongue with his cock. Not showing any restraint, he pushes his cock into his mother's ass. "Oh, Brandon, it hurts."
"Shut up, mother, you slut. I am going to fuck your ass long and hard. Now beg, beg for your son to fuck your tight shithole."
Cindy looked shocked by her son's harsh words but did not disobey as she begged, "Oh, Brandon, fuck your mother's ass, take my anal virginity, shove your huge slong all the way up your mother's bowels. Cum in your mommy's ass. Oh, my God!" Brandon pushes his cock deeper into his mother's tight ass, and Brenda again places her cunt at her mother's mouth. Cindy dives in and continues to pleasure her daughter. "Hmm, Brenda, you have a delicious pussy. Oh, Brandon, that feels so good, don't stop fucking your mother's ass." Brandon starts to fuck Cindy violently as he pounds her hard, so hard that her face is pushed deep into her daughter's pussy.
"I'm cumming, mom, I'm cumming in your cheap, slutty, whore ass," screams Brandon. Moments later, Brandon shoots a load of cum in his mother's ass, and after sliding out of his mother's just-raped ass, Brenda quickly crawls over and begins licking her brother's cum out of her mother's ass. 'Wow, what a sight' thinks Val. Val continues taping until Brenda is finished sucking out as much sperm as she can from her mother's ass and then does a close-up of Cindy. Her face is dripping with her daughter's juices. Val sends a command to Cindy, 'Tell the camera who you are and how big a slut you are.'Cindy smiles into the camera and says, "Hi, my name is Cindy Walsh. I am a slut. I love to suck my son's cock." She grabs Brandon's cock and takes it into her mouth. She swallows it whole and sucks him furiously for about 30 seconds. "I also love to eat my daughter's pussy." She throws Brenda on the bed and dives into her daughter's pussy. After about 30 seconds, she quits and says, "Fuck, my daughter has one delicious pussy. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. I also love to feel my son's dick fucking the hole it once came out of." She pushes Brendon onto the bed, straddles him, and starts riding his thick shaft. While she continues riding her son, she says, "Nothing feels better than fucking my son. Having your son's huge cock deep in your pussy is the greatest feeling any mother can have." She quits fucking her son and says, "It is also great to have your pussy eaten by your daughter. Brenda, get over here and suck my clit." Brenda crawls between her mother's legs and begins pleasuring her mother. "Oh yeah, my daughter is an excellent cuntlicker. She can bring me to orgasm in no time at all. Another pleasure every mother must try is getting their ass fucked by their son. I only wish I had another son so I could be double penetrated by two cocks." Cindy gets on her knees, and Brandon slides behind her and quickly shoves his cock back into his mother's ass. "Oh yeah, son, fuck your mother's ass. You see, these are all great pleasures that every mother should have. Oh yeah, Brandon, keep fucking your mother's ass. A slut, a whore, a tramp, a son-fucking, daughter-licking bitch is what I am. I love my daughter and my son. I love to let them use my body for their pleasure, and I love to watch them together. Brandon, go fuck your sister." Brandon quits fucking his mom and places his cock in his sister's ass. "That's it, son, fuck your sister's ass, cum in her shithole, do as your mommy says. So in conclusion, what else can I say? There was a day in the past where life sucked. My only orgasm came from my hand, and sex was a once-a-year event. But now, I have two lovers who love me: my son and my daughter. Now life is perfect. I have what all mothers should have: a son with a thick cock that can pleasure any of my three holes and a daughter who has a delicious pussy and a masterful tongue. My name is Cindy Walsh, and I love to fuck."
Val presses stop on the camcorder and says, "Cindy, get over here and eat me out." Cindy crawls over and dives into Val's box. On the bed, Brandon is still deep inside her sister's shithole. Val orgasms three times and pulls Cindy up to her lips and kisses her. After a passionate kiss, Val asks, "Out of curiosity, why are you here anyway?"
"Jim and I separated, and I came here to tell the kids the news. I caught Jim fucking his secretary last week."
"Well, you can stay here as long as you want, you slut."
Cindy replies, "Thank you," and starts kissing Val's tits.
"Holy shit, you are a fucking tramp, you can't get enough, can you?"
"It's been a while since I have had a decent orgasm, and thanks to you, I have had several tonight. I am here to serve you and my children. I want to be used as a slut, whore, tramp, slave. Let me please you more."
"You will have many chances to please me, but now I'm tired. Why don't you go join your children? They still have some energy."
"Thank you, mistress," replies Cindy as she goes to the bed and moves right beside her daughter and says, "My ass needs fucking too, son." Brandon takes his cock out of his sister's ass and quickly penetrates his mother's.
Val watches and notices that Brenda's ass is still up in the air. Val grabs a huge black dildo and walks over to Brenda and, in one motion, shoves it deep in her ass. "Here, Brenda, fuck yourself." Brenda grabs the dildo and begins fucking her ass with the huge toy. Beside her, Brandon continues to pound his mother's ass hard. Val heads out the door and says, "When you're done, Brandon, come to bed. You still haven't fucked your girlfriend."
"Sure thing, Val," replies Brandon, "but I may be a while. My mother is quite the slut; she can't get enough of her son's cock." Brandon slides his cock out of his mother's ass.
"Son, get back to work right now. Fuck your mother, fuck your mother's ass."
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1,325 | Uncle Mike | Love Boat: Cum Aboard | "Hey, no minors behind the bar," Isaac said. His dark face was stern, but Vicki could hear the teasing in his voice.
"It's okay," she said, smiling up at him. "Dad... I mean, Captain Stubing, said I could clean up back here. Actually, he ordered me to." She giggled as she backed away from the bar's overhang and stood up. "I wanted some spending money for when we reach the island, and he said I had to earn it."
Isaac smiled broadly. "Well, then, get to it, girl," he said, and walked back to the far end.
With a grimace, Vicki squatted down again and crawled under the bar, pushing her dust rag into the nooks and crevices.
She was concentrating on getting all the way into the tight corners of the narrow shelves, so she wasn't aware at first of the three girls who had climbed up on the high stools at that end of the gleaming wooden bar. It was only when one of them spoke Vicki's name that she lifted her head in surprise -- only to bang it on the bottom of the bar's top. She sank down, rubbing her head.
The girls must not have heard the thump over the clanging and banging of the calypso band nearby. They kept chatting, talking loud enough to be heard over the music even down where Vicki was.
"I know, she's just so dumb, isn't she? Like, really, who does she think she is? Walking around in that stupid uniform half the time? Like, I'm sure, she's, like, driving the boat, right?"
The shrill, whiny voice set Vicki's teeth on edge. As she struggled to decide between getting up to confront the girls or staying quiet to hear it all, another one chimed in.
"Like, for sure. And did you see what she was wearing yesterday? Like, gag me with a spoon! A one-piece! Like, nobody wears one-pieces except old ladies and fatties. Gross!"
Under the bar, Vicki looked down at herself. She had on a loose-fitting pullover and a pair of shorts, both in a riotous pastel pattern. She poked at her stomach. Maybe it wasn't as flat as some, but she was a long way from the plump kid she was when she first got on the boat three years ago -- or was it four now? Her musings were interrupted by more chatter from above.
"Like, you are so right! Can you believe she actually tried to talk to us? To us?" All three girls burst into laughter. "Like, we're going to waste our time talking to some fat baby who probably hasn't even done it, like, once? Like, come on! She probably couldn't even get a guy to kiss her!"
"Like, yeah!" said another girl. "Like, she'd go, 'Oh, I love you, let's do it,' right? And he'd go, like, 'Grody to the max, babe!'"
With another burst of laughter, the girls finally got Isaac's attention, and he strode down to their end of the bar and poured a round of Diet Cokes.
As they left, he heard a snuffling sound from underneath the bar. He bent down and saw Vicki, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin.
"Hey, what's wrong, girl?" He reached out a hand and helped her to her feet.
"Nothing," she said, gulping back a sob. Turning her back, she slipped through the doorway to the corridor. Isaac looked after her, puzzled. "What about the cleaning?" he called out.
"I'll finish it later," she shouted back to him as she scurried away.
It was much later, just after the bar closed for the night, that Vicki slipped back in. She was embarrassed about what had happened earlier, so she said nothing to Isaac, who had his back to her as he polished glasses and set them on the bar top. When a couple of wine glasses tinked together as she moved them aside to dust, however, he turned around.
"Vicki! I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?"
She mumbled a reply and kept on with her dusting, but Isaac had been a bartender too long to give up so easily. With gentle questions and subtle proddings, he worked her around into one of the bar stools and soon she was pouring out her heartache.
As Isaac knew, Vicki had first come aboard as a pudgy 12-year-old, happy and giggly but more of an ornament than a real part of the crew.
In time, she had become a cherished member of the boat's family, not just because she was the captain's daughter, but more because she had been a friend to so many others. And she had grown into young womanhood, losing her baby fat and blossoming into a comely maiden.
But, her sobs made clear, inside that shapely body remained the heart of a fat girl, forcing cheerfulness but always desperately afraid that people would stop liking her.
Probably spending so much time among the perfect bodies on display on a cruise ship hadn't helped, Isaac suggested. "You're a beautiful young girl," he told her, "really you are. Okay, you're not as thin as some of these kids hanging around the pool, but so what? You look great just the way you are!"
Vicki blinked back a few tears as she looked across the bar at him. "Sure, you say so. But you're my friend. You have to say that. Just look at the way all the boys hang around all those girls at the pool. They don't hang around me that way."
"Maybe they're just too dumb to appreciate you," Isaac said, taking hold of her hands to grab her attention. "They're kids! At this age, all boys know is what they see on TV and in the movies. Give them a couple of years until they outgrow it. Then you'll see. It takes a mature man to appreciate what you have to offer."
Vicki laughed bitterly. "By the time they appreciate me, I'll be too old to care! Isaac, I haven't even had more than a few kisses, and most of those were just pecks. Every other girl my age who comes on this boat has had romances and, well (she ducked her head down) -- well, they've been around." She looked up suddenly, blushing deeply when she found herself staring directly into his eyes. "I mean -- I mean -- oh, Isaac, don't you understand? I'm a virgin and they all know it. I can feel their eyes when I walk by. They can see it, I just know it! And they laugh at me." Pulling her hands free, Vicki dropped her head to the bar top and sobbed uncontrollably.
Isaac came out from behind the bar and, taking hold of Vicki's shoulders, led her over to one of the bar's couches. He sat down beside her and rested her head on his broad shoulder, patting her back as her sobs slowly diminished.
Finally, she got back her control and pulled back. The vinyl upholstery crackled slightly as she squirmed her way into the corner of the couch.
Isaac reached out a hand and tenderly raised her chin, bringing their eyes together.
"It's really important to you, isn't it?"
Vicki blinked in uncertainty, but then her lips slowly parted. "You mean -- yes, yes it is." She ducked her head and seemed to be on the verge of tears again.
"Well, if it's that important, then as your friend there's only one thing I can do," he said. Vicki raised her head and her mouth fell open in shock.
Isaac was unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his smooth, brown chest. He tossed the shirt aside and reached out to the young girl, who was paralyzed. Smoothly he undid the few buttons below her collar and pulled the shirt up. In a daze, Vicki lifted her arms and let him lift it free.
Bending toward her, Isaac pressed his lips to hers. His curly mustache tickled her face, but soon she was paying more attention to the hot tongue pushing its way between her lips. He pushed her back on the couch and she trembled as she felt his chest make contact with hers.
At last he broke the kiss. "Oh, Isaac," Vicki whispered.
He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Hush, girl. If we're doing anything you don't want, you just tell me. But if not, you just lay back and enjoy. I'll show you how much a real man appreciates a woman like you."
Vicki closed her mouth and lay back. Deftly, Isaac unhooked her bra and drew it away, exposing her small, firm breasts, capped by nipples quickly growing firmer. He drew first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling and licking at them. Vicki began to writhe in delight.
Then Isaac moved lower, slipping her shorts and panties off and tossing them aside. Gently spreading her legs, he began to lick his way up her thighs. When at last his tongue reached her cunt, her tunnel was already hot and wet with her secretions. She let out a long, deep sigh as he spread her open with his hands and slid his tongue into her.
His attentions quickly had her gasping and bucking, but she knew she wanted more. Grabbing his shoulders, Vicki pulled Isaac up to her and kissed him deeply.
"I want you," she said, and her voice was deep and firm. "I want you, oh, God, I want you now!"
Without another word, Isaac got to his knees and pulled down his shorts. A long, thick black cock sprung free. Vicki stared at it, fascinated, as Isaac yanked his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them off.
"Will you... be gentle?""Always, girl, always," he said, and moved it in. Her lips parted easily, but still she gasped again as the thick rod spread her apart. A quick thrust broke her maidenhead easily, and soon she was eagerly meeting his every thrust with one of her own.
Isaac propped himself on his strong arms as he plunged into her tunnel again and again. Vicki's young body twisted underneath him as she bucked her hips up, trying to take him in deeper and deeper on every thrust.
"You're no virgin, now, girl," Isaac grunted as he pounded away.
Vicki smiled, almost a grimace as his cock sent shockwaves through her. "I'm glad it was you," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "I've always watched you at the bar. You knew that, didn't you? Your hot, black body, so strong and smooth. I think I wanted you from the first.
"And now I've got you!" She grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. Her legs rose and it seemed that his cock buried even deeper into her.
"And I want all of you," she said as they broke their kiss. "I want all of your cock in me! I want you to fuck me harder! Please! Please, fuck me!"
The harsh words coming from Vicki's sweet mouth drove Isaac's passion higher and he began to slam into her. The couch was becoming slick with their sweat and juices and Vicki's body began to slide around under the pounding. At last Isaac pulled her up to him and sat back, his cock still plunged deep into her.
His hands massaged her small breasts as she rose and fell above him, wiggling a bit on each downstroke when she saw that it pleased him.
And then Isaac took hold of her around the waist and began to lift and lower her, faster and faster, until he bellowed out, "I'm coming, girl!"
"Yes, Isaac," Vicki shouted back to him, her lips only inches from his contorted face. "Cum in me! Fill me up! I want all of you! Oh, fuck, I want it all!"
Isaac's hot cum exploded out of him, jetting into her eager cunt and spilling out the sides.
As his cock began to shrink, Vicki continued to ride him. "Not yet," she urged him, "not yet! Please, I want more!"
Isaac lifted her off him as she protested. "I've got no more," he insisted, but Vicki eagerly grabbed for his cock, rubbing the slick rod desperately.
Even as Isaac tried to push her away, his cock began to stiffen again -- not much, but enough to make Vicki smile up at him smugly. "See? I think you've still got some left in you!"
Isaac sprawled back onto the couch, laughing. "OK, girl, maybe you're right," he said. "But you've got to help. Here, let me show you."
He pulled her hands away from his cock, motioning her to bend over it instead.
"Now purse your lips," he said, but Vicki opened her mouth wide instead.
"You want me to put that in my mouth?" she said, her eyes opening wide.
"I did it for you," he reminded her.
Vicki nodded and bent down. Under Isaac's instructions, she pursed her lips. Holding his cock in both hands, she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. As he led her through it, she licked and sucked and stroked. His cock began to thicken under her ministrations, until she couldn't take it all into her mouth. Still she kept up a rhythm, her face bobbing up and down over Isaac's lap as her short brown hair formed a curtain around her busy mouth.
Then Isaac pulled her off and had her kneel facing the end of the couch. He crawled up behind her and inserted his now-stiff cock into her throbbing cunt again. Bending down, he began to massage her ripe breasts as his dick slid deep into her. Vicki's ass moved with him, forcing him into her to the hilt. The bristly patch of hair above his cock scraped against her butt cheeks as he drove his rod into her.
This time they came in unison. Isaac groaned deeply as another stream of cum burst out. Vicki was quieter but her body arched and writhed for several minutes until she collapsed to the couch, Isaac dropping on top of her and then rolling to one side.
The next morning, Vicki slipped away from the chores her father had assigned and dropped in on Isaac at the bar. She caught his eye as she walked past the stools and sat down on a couch -- their couch. A strong odor rose; she quickly recognized it as the industrial-strength cleanser Isaac kept behind the bar. She smiled.
It was a busy morning, so it was several minutes before Isaac could break away from the customers at the bar and come over to her. He had a worried look on his face.
He bent down to talk to her, but Vicki spoke first, keeping to a whisper. Isaac had to keep his ear close to hear her over the band, and she playfully licked him. He jumped back, rubbing his ear and then quickly pulling his hand away and looking around quickly. No one else seemed to notice. He moved back, but kept a safe distance from Vicki's mouth.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, frowning as she saw his long face. "I just couldn't help myself. Look, I ..."
Isaac broke in, speaking quickly as he noticed one of the customers at the bar turn around and wave an empty glass at him. "I can't talk long. But I'm glad you came in. There's something I need to tell you. I ..."
This time Vicki interrupted. "I know what it is. You want to tell me that it was a one-time thing and you don't want to have an affair with me. Hey, that's OK, Isaac. I understand." Even as she spoke, Isaac could see her blinking back a tear. Over his shoulder, he heard a shout from the bar.
"OK, OK, I'm coming," he called, but turned back to Vicki. She was smiling mysteriously, and suddenly Isaac realized what he'd said. He smiled briefly, then set his face in a serious pose. "This is serious. We'll talk about that -- that other thing later. But I wanted to tell you to get down to the Doc. Now that you're, uh, experienced, he should be giving you something. You know."
Vicki's eyes glistened. "The Pill?" Her voice cracked. "Isaac, does that mean ... ?"
"Not now," he said. "We'll talk later. Sorry. Gotta go."
Vicki had to run off, too; she knew Captain Stubing would be coming around soon to see how she was doing. Her chores kept her occupied most of the day, but late in the afternoon she finished and made her way down to the doctor's office.
Doctor Adam Bricker was the ladies' man of the boat. He always seemed to be romancing several passengers at once, and he certainly had the stereotypical "girl in every port." Vicki smiled to herself as she realized that she now fully understood the joke some of the crew used about him -- that Doc was so smooth he actually had a port in every girl.
As usual, Doc was dressed in a crisp white uniform. He leaning back in a chair behind his desk as she walked in.
It was very unusual for Vicki to visit the doctor's office, and Doc quickly became serious and grilled her: Headache? Throat? Stomach? No, no, no, she answered, but she couldn't get another word in. He continued to toss questions at her as he came around the desk and put a hand to her forehead, then picked up his stethoscope from the desk and inserted the plugs in his ears.
Seizing the moment, Vicki grabbed the business end of the stethoscope and held it up to her mouth. "I'm fine," she said -- not really a shout, but loud enough with the stethoscope's amplification to set Doc's ears ringing. At least it got his attention.
As he sat back on the edge of the desk and shook his head from side to side, Vicki quickly went on. "I'm fine, Doc, really I am. I just need some help. With a woman thing." She smiled shyly. "Could we talk about this in the examining room?"
Doc's forehead furrowed, but he followed her into the next room and closed the door behind them. By the time he turned around, Vicki had shucked off her clothes and was on the examining table, her feet in the stirrups.
"I think I could use a little checkup," she said. At first she wasn't sure if her words had penetrated. Doc was standing stock still, staring at her open vagina.
Vicki had another doctor on shore, and while she'd gone to Doc for minor cuts and such, she'd never had a physical from him. Her cheeks dimpled in a smile as she noticed that he was even blushing slightly.
It took several seconds, but finally he moved forward and began the examination. A short, sharp exclamation made it clear when he discovered her newly non-virginal state.
Vicki had been afraid he'd make a scene then, or even threaten to tell her dad. But Doc must have realized something like this was up when she got on the table, and he continued his examination carefully. When it was all over, he told her she could put her clothes back on, and he went over to one corner of the room and sat on a stool near a long shelf that served as a desk.
Vicki slipped on her blouse, but she'd been careful to choose one that buttoned all the way up the front and she didn't button a single button. It hung open, exposing the sides of her pert breasts, as she slipped her short skirt up. She sat up on the table facing the doctor. As they talked, she slowly spread her legs. She hadn't put her panties back on, instead twirling them casually on one finger.
Carefully looking down at his clipboard, Doc told her she was fine, no sign of any disease. Did she think she might be pregnant?
Vicki giggled and said she didn't think so.
"It can happen from just one -- um, just once," Doc stammered. He kept his face down, but Vicki could see his ears grow bright red. "That is ..."
"Well, actually, it was twice," Vicki said.Doc looked up at her, his eyebrows rising, and then quickly looked down again. Vicki went on. "But that's sort of why I'm here, Doc. I thought maybe it was time I went on the Pill. What do you think?"
"Well --" Doc cleared his throat. "If you plan to be sexually active, then, yes, I suppose -- don't you think you should be talking to your father about this, first? I mean --" he lifted his head to look at her again and found himself staring right down her skirt. His head darted from side to side, carefully avoiding her. "I mean, you don't have to, you know, I'll prescribe it for you anyway, but I think that something like this..."
"I think I'm ready," Vicki said as she slid off the table and began to walk toward the doctor. "And I do plan to be sexually active."
At the last word, she reached out and cupped a hand on Doc's crotch. His cock was thick and hard; she could feel it pressing against the light material of his slacks.
He pulled back and slid off the stool away from her. His hands felt behind him for the wall as he stepped back and began to circle the room while Vicki stalked him.
"Now, Vicki, I'm a doctor," he said, waving a finger at her.
"Mmmm, I know," she cooed. "So why don't you play doctor with me, doctor?" Vicki let her blouse fall to the floor. Try as he might, Doc couldn't stop staring at her breasts -- small, but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples sticking straight out. They swayed slightly as she advanced on him.
Still Doc kept backing away. "I'm too old for you," he tried, halfheartedly.
Vicki undid the last two buttons on the side of her skirt and it fell away, exposing the small tuft of hair and the pink, tender tissue of her slit.
"I think I've always wanted you," she said, "from the very first. The handsome doctor, so suave. Every woman wants you, you know it. And I'm a woman now. Don't you think?"
Doc gulped as he backed himself into a corner. He tried to speak but his mouth was too dry. While he only watched, Vicki knelt before him.
"I think someone wants to come out and play," she said, unzipping his trousers and undoing the belt. She slid down the slacks and his bikini briefs, freeing his long cock.
"Vicki," he said at last, swallowing hard. "I don't think we should be doing this."
"I do," she said, as she lowered her mouth over his cock.
Using what Isaac had taught her, Vicki began to suck Doc's rod, cradling his balls, licking the shaft. Doc's breathing grew louder and more labored as the young girl expertly deep throated him. He was a little smaller than Isaac, enough for her to take him almost all the way. Doc groaned as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of Vicki's throat while her lips pressed into his shaft.
Without even realizing it, he had brought his hands to the sides of her head and he began to urge her on, pressing her onto him as he bucked back at her. He seemed shocked by his own actions as he looked down, but the pleasures of her blow job broke down his last defenses.
"That's it," he said at last. "That's it, suck it, Vicki. Take it all in. God, where did you learn that? Oh, my God, that's great!"
It wasn't long before he felt cum begin to boil up. "Not yet," he moaned, and he pushed her away. Vicki rose and pressed her sweaty body to his as he tore off his shirt. They locked in a long, deep kiss, Doc's hands hungrily roaming her lithe body.
Still embracing, they made their way back to the examining table. Doc helped her onto it and fiddled with the controls, bringing it down until the top was at the level of his crotch.
Then he pulled Vicki toward him, grabbing her thighs and spreading her wide. The tip of his cock teased her cunt lips, sliding up and down while she bucked eagerly up at him. Finally he eased it into her, but stopped just as the widest part of the helmet slipped past her slick labia. Vicki was writhing and groaning on the table, begging him to go in deeper. He did, but only for a second, then slid his cock out again and once more teased at the entrance to her tunnel.
For almost an hour he tantalized and exhilarated her, alternating between slow, lingering strokes and hard, savage pounding, pulling almost out or holding himself deep within her. Again and again his technique drove her into thrashing, wild orgasms. Doc himself came in her, but instead of pulling out he held his shrinking cock inside her hot, throbbing cunt and soon she could feel it grow again.
"I bet your first fuck wasn't like this, was it?" he growled, lost in passion.
"No," she said, "no, oh, God, no! Harder! Harder! Keep it going, please!"
"I'll keep it going," Doc whispered, leaning over her as his hands mauled her young tits. "I'm going to give you the best fuck you'll ever have. I'm going to fill that tender cunt of yours with more cum than it can hold. I'll teach you to let someone else get your cherry!"
It was hard to tell if he was serious or just talking dirty, but Vicki didn't care. Her legs were wrapped around Doc's waist, but she wasn't sure what was keeping them there; she couldn't feel anything but the incredible sensations of her cunt and a blazing heat that seemed to pulse through her soul.
When she was beginning to feel she could take no more, she suddenly sensed Doc's cock growing even larger within her, straining the tight walls of her cunt. All at once a blast of hot cum surged into her, launching her own orgasm. It seemed that every muscle tightened and then sprung loose, over and over, over and over.
When it was done, Doc became all business again. He slipped back into his clothes -- now rumpled and wrinkled -- and wrote out a prescription for the Pill, giving her a first month's supply from the oval cases he kept on board. "Now, these won't really protect you from -- you know -- until you've been taking them a couple of months," he said quickly. "You'll have to be careful." Doc couldn't look her in the eye while he said it.
The examining room was steamy and musky from their lovemaking. Vicki breathed deeply before she left, trotting off to shower and change before dinner.
They say that on a ship there are no secrets, and Vicki wondered if that was really true. It seemed that all the men of the crew -- except her father, of course -- were looking at her differently as she went about her business the next several days.
Isaac and Doc were gentlemen, she reassured herself; surely they wouldn't tell -- but then she'd turn around suddenly and see a mechanic eying her, licking his lips.
To tell the truth, she enjoyed the attention. It wasn't long before she began to feel a hunger inside.
But Doc had said she might get pregnant if she did it so soon, and they hadn't talked about things like condoms in her school, so she determined to avoid sex until she was safe. That made things tough -- for example, she found it hard to explain things to Isaac, so she just tried to avoid him, and he grew cold toward her. Still, she told herself, she could patch things up when she was ready.
Then, one night, on her way to her cabin, she met Gopher, the steward, coming the other way. It was a tight squeeze in the narrow corridors, so that two people had to turn sideways to pass each other. It wasn't all that tight a squeeze, but as Gopher backed past her she turned toward the wall and pressed her ass against him. To her delight, she felt a hard cock pressing back against her. Vicki wiggled her teen-aged butt.
Gopher certainly wasn't her idea of a matinee idol, short and boyish, but she thought it was safe to get a little fun as they passed. Gopher had heard the rumors, though, and it was apparent he had other ideas.
Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. His hands rubbed against her tits, loosely confined by her blouse -- she'd stopped wearing her bra -- as his cock dug into the furrow of her ass. His tongue sizzled along her neck.
Locked together, he forced her to her cabin and slipped inside. Pressing her down onto the bed, he ripped off her skirt as his other hand fumbled at his trousers.
When they were off he tore off Vicki's blouse and lay down atop her. His stiff cock rode up and down her butt crack.
"No!" Vicki begged. "Please, I don't want to have a baby! Please, Gopher, no!" She twisted beneath him but Gopher pinned her to the bed. When the head of his cock brushed against her pussy lips she was jolted into even more violent movements and the steward was almost tossed aside.
"OK, you win," he said at last, and Vicki relaxed. But he didn't get off her. Instead he inserted a finger, and then two, into her wet cunt. He wedged his hand beneath her and finger-fucked her to her usual thrashing orgasm.
"Now it's my turn," Gopher said. Before Vicki could figure out what he was talking about, Gopher pulled out his fingers, wet with her juices, and lubricated his cock. Then he slowly slipped a slick finger into her anus.
Vicki's eyes grew wide but her protests were muffled by the pillow her face was buried in. She tried to rise up on her hands but Gopher pressed her down and brought the tip of his cock to her asshole. "You're gonna love this," he said roughly as he pushed in, slowly. Vicki could only murmur in shock as her hole spread apart under the pressure until he was in, and then going deeper.
Soon she was used to the sensation and began to move in synch with Gopher's frantic plunging. It wasn't long before she heard his breathing grow short, and then, "I'm gonna cummmmmmmm!" he shouted as he shot his wad into her.After Gopher got her, Vicki was extra careful to avoid the men on board, spending most of her time hanging around with Julie, the cruise director. Every few weeks, however, she would check in with a doctor -- an on-shore doctor, of course -- and eventually she was told the Pill should be working fully.
But, to her dismay, by that time Isaac had given up on her and found other interests -- specifically, one of the women in the calypso band. Vicki was crushed, even more so when she found that Doc had lost interest even more quickly.
Julie was still eager to pal around with her, but Vicki wanted something Julie couldn't give her. Instead of even doing her regular work, Vicki spent her time moping in her cabin, until her Dad called her into his office for a stern talk.
He was, of course, dressed perfectly. His creases might not be as sharp as Doc's, but the Captain was still very proud of his uniform, mindful of all the years he'd worked to earn it.
Vicki, on the other hand, had stopped paying much attention to her clothes. When the summons came, she'd just thrown an old T-shirt on and slipped into the closest pair of shorts. The shirt was about a size too small for her growing breasts, and they were outlined clearly through the thin material. And the shorts were ragged and torn, and rode up so high they were almost like a pair of bikini bottoms.
Topping it off -- or, rather, bottoming it -- Vicki hadn't been able to find the mates to either the one brown sandal she unearthed from her bed covers or the blue sneaker she found in the hamper. Instead, she teetered into Captain Stubing's office in a pair of white high heels she'd discovered in the bottom of her closet.
At first, the captain was unforgiving, berating the young girl for slacking off, forcing other people to take over her duties. But the sight of tears glistening on her cheeks softened his heart.
"What -- what is it, Vicki? What's wrong? Why have you been so down?" As he spoke, the captain came out from behind the desk and put her head on his shoulder.
"I -- I..." Vicki sniffed into his sleeve. "Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I'm just going to be an old maid!" She held onto her father as sobs wracked her body.
"Vicki, don't be silly." The captain was clearly unused to dealing with sobbing crew members, especially young ones with firm, lush bodies. He awkwardly patted Vicki's back, then held her stiffly. "You're a beautiful young girl. I don't know what's happened to upset you so much, but I'm sure it will all blow over. These things always do. You'll find someone soon and forget you ever felt so bad."
Vicki sniffed and looked up. "Do you -- do you really think so?"
"I'm sure of it," her father said, begin to smile now that it looked like he'd actually made her feel better. "I'm sure of it. And remember, no matter what anyone else thinks, I'll always love you. You'll always have me."
With that, he bent down and kissed her forehead. Vicki squealed and threw her hands around his neck, giving him a kiss square on the lips. Then she pressed her tongue between her father's lips.
The captain jumped back, barking his shin on the desk.
"Vicki, what -- what -- no!" He was wide-eyed.
"Oh, but, Dad, you said," Vicki explained as she moved toward him. Backed up against the desk, he had nowhere to run.
"I said? I said what?"
"That you love me. You'll always love me. I love you too, Dad. I always have, from the very first. Please, let me show you how much!"
Again she threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly. He tried to get away and ended up lying flat on the desk, his daughter's body pressed against his.
With a desperate twist, he spun out from underneath, tumbling to the floor on one side of the desk as Vicki fell off on the other side.
After assuring himself that she was all right, the captain retreated to an overstuffed chair against the wall.
Vicki shook herself and got to her feet. She took a few cautious steps toward him.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
He could hear the hurt in her voice. Patiently, he explained it to her. "I love you, Vicki, really I do. But like a father. That's not the same as the -- the other kind of love.
"And even if it were, Vicki, don't you know you don't have to give yourself to a man just to show that you love him?"
As he spoke, Vicki's faced hung lower and lower. She scrunched up her mouth and looked at her father from underneath hooded eyebrows. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just -- just -- oh, I don't know. I'm sorry, Dad."
Again she burst into tears. The captain motioned her forward and she sat on the arm of the chair; he took her in his arms, a fatherly embrace. "There, there," he said, rubbing her back. "Don't worry about it. You're young, you didn't know what you were doing. We'll just forget this ever happened."
Absentmindedly he continued caressing her back. The too-small T-shirt rode up and his hand began to roam over her skin. It slid down, under the top of her shorts and onto her round buttocks.
The room was quiet.
While one of the captain's hands rubbed Vicki's back, the other slipped around her side and made contact with her breast. A low moan escaped the young girl's lips.
Slowly she slipped off the arm of the chair and onto her father's lap. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss, their tongues touching.
Vicki broke the kiss. "But," she whispered, "you said we shouldn't. We couldn't!" Even as she spoke, her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
"We -- we will," he answered huskily, pushing the T-shirt up and exposing her tender breasts.
Vicki straddled him in the chair. A dark, wet spot was forming on the front of her shorts as she wiggled her ass on her father's lap. His cock tented in his slacks, straining hard against the material.
Soon his shirt was off and Vicki had tossed aside her top. She rubbed her erect nipples on her father's hairy chest. His hands hungrily grabbed at her ass as they kissed and licked each other.
"I love you, Vicki," the captain told his daughter. "And, yes, I'm going to show you how much!"
"Show me, Daddy," she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck my tight little pussy like a father should!"
They had tumbled to the floor, both struggling out of the rest of their clothes. Captain Stubing crawled forward, pointing his hard cock at the entrance to his daughter's hot, wet cunt. Vicki reached up and pulled him down onto her as the rod slipped easily into her and drove deep into her tunnel.
"Yes, I'll fuck you, Vicki!" The captain shouted his love as he plunged his cock into her young cunt again and again while the girl bucked back up at him.
"Do it, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Slam it into me! I want it all, I want it all!"
As the captain continued to pound away, Vicki lifted her legs to bring him in further, then brought her feet down on his ass, pressing down to urge him in deeper and deeper.
Juices poured out of her cunt as she writhed. Suddenly her body stiffened underneath him and she was off into a screeching orgasm. "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh Goddddd that good! Daddy, daddy, daddy YESSSSSS!"
Even as she was recovering the captain continued to plunge his cock into her tender pussy. The strain of supporting himself on his elbows on the hard floor made him slip a bit, and he winced as he hit his funny bone.
Vicki eased him up and led him back to the easy chair, sitting him down and then squatting above him.
She reached down and held his cock straight up as she slowly lowered herself, impaling her cunt on his stiff rod. Now she took over, controlling the tempo as she mashed herself onto her father's cock.
On and on they went until at last Captain Stubing began to mumble. "I'm gonna -- this is it -- I'm gonna -- AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Wads of cum blasted out of his cock and shot into his daughter's cunt, pulsing through his dick in wave after wave.
"You really love me, don't you," Vicki purred as she lay curled up next to him afterward in the slippery wet chair.
"Yes, I do, my darling daughter," he said.
"Mmmm, that's wonderful," she said, drifting off to sleep. "This really is the Love Boat, after all. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/LoveBoat/loveboat.txt |
1,341 | the Night Rider | The Secret World of Alex Mack | "Hi, mom," Alex said, bounding down the stairs with Annie in tow.
"Hi, girls. How was your day?" asked Barbara Mack. She had just gotten home from a long day at the office and was super tired.
"Okay. I'm going to go over to Ray's house, alright?" Alex inquired.
"Sure, honey. Be back by six for dinner," Barbara answered.
"Okay," Alex responded, and then grabbed her jacket and walked out the front door.
As Alex walked to Ray's house, she thought about what had just happened with her sister Annie. All of it seemed so sudden that she hadn't gotten over all of it. Alex found herself rubbing her crotch several times on the walk to Ray's. Alex thought about what she and Annie could possibly do tonight, given the chance. A slight smile crossed her face as she walked up to Ray's door and rang the bell. The door opened, and Ray's mom, Mrs. Alvarado, came out.
"Hi, Alex. Ray's upstairs. You can go on up," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Alvarado," Alex replied and headed up the stairs.
Alex climbed up the stairs and turned down the hallway towards Ray's room. The door was closed, but Alex just knocked on it lightly and went inside. What she saw inside surprised and scared the hell out of her.
Ray was lying on the floor naked, save for a towel wrapped around his waist, with a cut on his head. Alex immediately rushed over and checked to see if her friend was alright. He started mumbling when she reached him.
"Oh, geez, Ray, are you okay? Do you want me to call for help or anything?" asked Alex.
"No, no, I'm okay... I just hit my head," Ray answered meekly.
Alex helped Ray get to his feet, but when he did, Ray's towel fell off. Ray didn't immediately grab for it, since he was still holding his head to try and stop the blood coming from his wound. Since Alex was standing in front of him, she admired what she saw. Ray finally saw that he had lost his towel and reached down and wrapped it back around his waist.
"I guess you have seen every part of me now," Ray joked.
"Yeah," Alex replied.
Secretly, Alex thought about what she had just seen. After having had sex with her sister only an hour or so ago, 'why not go at it with Ray?' she asked herself.
"Can you turn your head or something so I can get some clothes on, Alex?" Ray asked.
"Huh, oh yeah, sure," Alex said and turned around, her back facing Ray, but she had other plans.
As Ray turned around and dropped his towel, Alex slowly turned back around and made a bold decision. She went over to Ray and turned his head towards her and kissed him full on the mouth, sending her tongue into Ray's mouth. Ray was rather stunned, but immediately drank up her kiss, sending his tongue probing into her mouth. When they broke, Alex pulled her t-shirt over her head.
"I've never done this before, Alex," Ray said.
"Neither have I. Seems that good friends should learn important stuff like this together. Right?" Alex replied.
"Who am I to argue with the girl with superpowers?" Ray laughingly answered.
Ray reached back and undid the clasp of Alex's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Alex then reached back and undid the buttons on her skirt. Alex then reached down and pulled off her shoes and then slipped her panties down, revealing her beautiful pussy. Ray, being a little stupid when it came to girls, knelt down and slowly traced the outlines of Alex's pussy. A small gasp escaped Alex, and Ray knew that he had the right idea. Ray started to lick the outer lips of Alex's cunt. Alex leaned back against a wall so that she wouldn't fall over and knock her head against the furniture like Ray had earlier.
Ray continued to lick at the lips of Alex's cunt, and Alex placed her hands on top of Ray's head to get a better sense of balance. Ray slowly moved his tongue inside Alex's pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Alex. Ray sped up his licking of the soft insides of Alex's pussy, making Alex start to buck her hips a bit and start groaning softly. Ray's tongue activities also started to make Alex glow a bit. Ray noticed it and took it as a sign that he was on the right track. Soon, Ray's efforts brought Alex to a crashing orgasm, with cum streaming out of Alex's sweet snatch, most of which Ray gobbled up, tasting the salty/sweet taste of it. The side effect of it, though, saw Alex literally glowing with pleasure after Ray had eaten her out.
"Ray, that was great," Alex said. "Now it's your turn."
Alex and Ray moved over to Ray's bed, where Ray sat at the edge of it, with Alex on her knees on the floor. Alex slowly took Ray's cock in her hands, and it soon became fully erect. Alex gasped at Ray's seven-inch cock, mainly because it was the first real time she had seen a guy's dick. Alex slowly took Ray's dick into her mouth, slowly licking the head. Alex continued, wrapping her tongue around Ray's cock. Ray groaned softly at the pleasure being brought by Alex. It was his first real sexual experience with a girl, and it was great as far as he was concerned. Alex continued rolling Ray's dick around in her mouth and then started bobbing her head up and down, throating Ray's seven inches, giving him the best blowjob of his life. Ray's groans became louder, and Alex sped up her pace. Soon, Ray shot his load into Alex's mouth, but Alex managed to swallow almost every drop of the salty/sweet cum. All that was left was a little bit dribbling at the corner of her mouth, but a quick lick with her tongue fixed that. Ray lay back, recovering from the most memorable experience of his life so far.
When Ray recovered, Alex said, "I want you to fuck me, Ray. I want to you to be my first."
"Give me a few minutes to recover first. Like you said, good friends should learn important stuff together," Ray replied.
After a few minutes, Ray's cock was as hard as ever, and Alex got on all fours down on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that Ray could easily access her glorious pussy. Ray came up behind her and slowly eased his cock into Alex's pussy. Alex moaned softly at the new sensation. Ray slowly pulled out and pushed back in again, this time, though, he came up against Alex's hymen.
"Go ahead and break it, Ray. I've got to break it sometime. It'll probably hurt, but what we do after that should block out the pain," Alex said.
Ray pulled back again and rammed into Alex's cunt, breaking her hymen with just a quick popping noise. Alex gasped, but was alright. Ray again pulled back and slowly started pumping his dick into Alex's pussy. Alex began moaning, holding onto the sides of the bed for support. Ray gradually picked up his pace and continued to ream Alex's tight cunt. Soon, Alex's moans turned to groans of pleasure as she began to glow slightly. Ray knew that Alex was about to cum, so he picked up his pace even more, slamming harder into Alex, youthful force behind each blow. Alex's groans got louder, and soon she started bucking her hips back against Ray's cock. Alex's glowing intensified, and Alex could feel a crashing orgasm about to hit.
"I'm gonna cum, Ray. Harder... fuck me harder," Alex whispered between panting breaths.
Ray's pace picked up even more, and Alex's orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure raced across her body. As Alex flopped down on the bed, Ray pulled his cock out and started to jack himself off. Ray too soon came and shot his load across her breasts. They lay there for a while, since neither had the strength enough to get up. When they did, Ray was the first to crawl over and lick clean Alex's breasts. Alex leaned over and gave Ray a soft kiss, and both of them got up and crawled over to pull their clothes on. Just as Alex was pulling her bra back on, Ray said, "I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship or anything, Alex. I still like you as a friend."
"Don't worry, Ray," Alex said as she pulled her t-shirt back on. "This just brought us a whole lot closer to each other. I'll see you tomorrow in the morning before school, right?"
"As always," Ray answered.
"Great," Alex said, picking up her jacket. "See you tomorrow morning." | null | Chapter 2: Ray & Alex (F/M) | Collections/LEXtext/AlexMack/AM2.txt |
1,351 | [email protected] (KARENS OH) | Retribution | "Thank God for Friday!" Claire Kincaid was certainly happy this week was over. As she left the bar near the Criminal Justice Building, she reviewed in her mind the events that took place during the Jason Mackey trial. It was a case that felt so good to win, because the defendant was so utterly contemptible.
Jason Mackey, the eighteen-year-old son of a wealthy New York businessman, was charged with the brutal assault of another boy at his exclusive, private high school. Jason had been running his own little syndicate at the school, not for the money (he had plenty of that already), but for the feeling of power and control it gave him. He and his friends, including girlfriends, extorted money from their classmates and were quite ruthless with those who declined to pay. Beatings and vandalism eventually led to the incident that proved to be Jason's undoing. When one particular classmate continued his refusal to pay, Jason pushed him out a second-story window. The poor kid was now a paraplegic.
Jason's father, of course, hired the best lawyers around, who used every trick in the book to circumvent the system. And Jason's friends were always in the courtroom, staring, trying to intimidate the jury and the prosecution team with menacing stares. Claire even got some threatening calls, a girl telling her to "back off, or be very, very sorry." She thought they came from Jason's girlfriend, Delia Hollis, but she couldn't be sure. She had to admit, they rattled her.
All that may have worked, too, had a certain assistant DA not held her ground and played the jury so well. Claire's boss, Jack McCoy, had given the summation to her, and she did, frankly, an absolutely magnificent job, persuading the jury that the boy was not only guilty, but evil. They couldn't get the boy for attempted murder, but they did get felonious assault and conspiracy and twelve years in prison.
So Claire and Jack went to their usual spot for a few celebratory drinks after the big win. She had stayed a little longer and drank a little more than she had planned, and now she noticed it was starting to get dark. She sped her pace a little, wishing she had parked in a less isolated spot. Placing her key in the car door, she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly, hands grabbed her. Before she could look around, a blindfold covered her eyes. Duct tape was suddenly on her mouth, suppressing her scream. She knew she was in trouble.
A girl's voice whispered in her ear, "I told you you'd be sorry, bitch." Claire was scared. She could tell there was a larger group surrounding her, but couldn't tell how many. Then she was pushed into the back seat of a car and sped off to parts unknown.
About twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop. The girl in the back with Claire pushed her out. From the sound of shutting doors, Claire could tell there was at least one other car. The whole group began walking, pushing Claire along in front of them.
Metal doors opened and closed. The sound of their "clank" reverberated through what seemed to be a large open space. Claire was led for some ways, until the group stopped. As the blindfold and tape were removed, Claire saw the deceivingly sweet-looking face of Delia Hollis, obviously the ringleader of this group. The large room was empty except for a padded chair.
There were five other girls, all similar in age (17 or 18 was Claire's guess) and looking just as well-bred and clean as Delia. Oddly, they all wore skirts, which not only was unusual for any group of teenage girls these days, but was inconsistent with the tougher outfits she had seen in the courtroom. Under normal circumstances, Claire would have thought these were just some nice kids on their way to the mall or something, but from what she had seen and heard during the recent trial, she knew that was way off base.
She tried to reason with them. "Look," she said, "this is crazy. What do you think will happen when they find out you kidnapped an assistant district attorney?"
But Delia was not at all concerned. "They aren't going to find out," she said.
A feeling of horror stirred in Claire's chest. "My God," she thought, "are they going to kill me?"
Then Delia continued, "There's no way you're going to tell anybody what happens here, Miss District Attorney. Because you'll never want anyone else to know about the things we're going to do, you and us."
Claire's breath was uneven now as her fear and apprehension grew. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked finally, hardly wanting to hear the answer.
"You'll find out soon enough. You see, Ms 'KINK-AID', I'm pretty upset that you sent my Jason away in prison. That wasn't very nice, you know. Now I'm without a boyfriend, and he's locked up with a bunch of pervert convicts."
"Look, I was just doing my job ..." Claire interrupted.
"Shut up! You know what it's like in prison, don't you, Ms Kink-aid? But you didn't give a shit! You put him away because it was 'justice'! Well, we're going to get a little justice of our own now. Okay, ladies, strip her."
In a flash, the other girls were pulling off her clothes, popping buttons, tearing her suit. In short order, Claire stood among the six girls, naked except for her panties.
"Put her over the chair," came the next order.
Claire's head was spinning. This was all happening so fast, so strangely. She tried to think ... what could she do? Before she could react, she was bent over the back of the chair, her wrists tied to the front legs, her barely-covered buttocks jutting out behind her.
"Okay, Ms Kink-aid," Delia taunted, "now we're going to get our justice. Only we don't have any prisons or jails to send you to, so we'll have to use a different style of justice - Singapore style."
Claire started to panic as she understood the true meaning of Delia's words. They were going to cane her! After pulling unsuccessfully on her bindings, she tried to use her skills, arguing with them, "Hey, come on, we don't need to do this..."
Delia laughed at her. "No, you don't need this, do you? But we do. And we're going to get it."
Claire heard a swooshing noise and looked up to see one of the girls holding what was to be the instrument of her punishment. It wasn't a cane, but a large, evil-looking paddle, about eighteen inches long and three or four inches wide. Five holes were drilled out of its center to cut wind resistance, and these created the whistling sound as it swept through the air.
"So let's see, what did Jason get, Ms Kink-aid," Delia continued, "twelve years? I think the payback calls for at least three strokes for each year, don't you girls?"
Claire heard the other girls mutter their agreement, but her mind was racing now. "Twelve ...three ... thirty-six! My God, ....there's no way I can take that!" she thought. Claire knew her own tolerance for pain, and it was definitely low. A simple paper cut would cause her severe discomfort for days. She couldn't imagine what that vicious paddle would feel like when it slammed into her backside.
Claire was immobile, stunned, as she heard Delia command, "Take down her panties. Just to the knees."
Two hands gripped the waistband of Claire's bikinis and lowered them to just above her knees. She was fully exposed now, her pale white cheeks completely accessible to them, her panties pulled down like a naughty schoolgirl's.
"Look, can't we talk about this?", she asked hopefully.
"You did all your talking in court, bitch. Now it's time to pay for it."
Suddenly Claire heard that noise again, followed by a loud "WHAP!" It took a second or so for her to actually feel the result, but it came with a startling, searing heat through both buttocks. A scream sprang from her lips as she jerked involuntarily against her restraints. Her eyes were wide with the shock and pain of the paddle's impact. The paddle hurt even more than she'd ever imagined it would. She struggled for control, trying to maintain some dignity despite her position.Her breath came in short, desperate gasps.
She heard the girls taunting her, commenting on the paddle's effects, the deep red blotch it had created on her sensitive skin. Then there was that awful swoosh and another wave of stinging pain shot through her. This time it drew just a short shriek as Claire clenched her teeth to suppress anything more. Her eyes shut tightly and her whole body shivered as she tried to remain quiet despite the pain in her backside.
Claire stared intently at the floor. She heard shuffling behind her as Delia passed the paddle to someone else. She heard the swoosh and tensed up, but felt nothing. Then she heard it again and realized the girl was practicing, warming up. A short silence, then that dreadful sweep and "SMACK! .....SMACK! .....SMACK!!!!" in quick succession. Unable to hold back anymore, Claire lost her composure, howling in agony.
A couple of the girls whooped in appreciation of Claire's reaction. "Nice job, Mara!" they said with a laugh. "Hey, lady, how's your butt feel?" they taunted, "Getting a little hot back there? Wow, look at her ass!"
Tears filled Claire's eyes now. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed.
Delia's voice was filled with hate. "Because you deserve it, you bitch! You deserve a punishment you'll never forget. And I'm going to make sure you get it. I'm going to enjoy listening to you scream."
Claire couldn't believe this was happening to her. Surely someone would stop it, would come through the door and rescue her from her tormentors. But her reason told her that no one was around, that no one knew where she was, that no one would hear the screams that she knew were inevitable. She was at the mercy of these ruthless young women. Her only course was to endure it and hope that they were not crazy enough to kill or maim her.
"Who's next?" she heard Delia say. From the sound of her voice, Claire could tell that the girl was stimulated by seeing her punished. That sent a nasty chill up her spine.
"Me!" came an enthusiastic reply. Another girl stood behind her, anxious for her chance to blister the young lawyer's tender derriere.
"No, wait a minute," someone said. "Just a second..." Then softly, almost sweetly, "Say, Claire."
Startled at the near-friendly use of her given name, Claire looked over at the speaker. A sudden flash of light filled her eyes. Then she realized - they had taken a photograph. They had a photograph of her, bound over the chair, panties down, her bottom crimson with the effects of their labor. And since she had looked over at the camera, the photo would clearly show who it was in this demeaning position.
Claire just dropped her head. A groan of defeat fell from inside her, ending in a hopeless sob. The girls laughed at her despair.
"Sssswack!" Another jolt of pain filled her throbbing hindquarters. More sobs escaped her lips as the girl behind her paused to admire her handiwork. She couldn't believe how Claire's previously milky white cheeks had been transformed into two fiery red orbs. It was a very arousing sight. Unable to contain her excitement, she gave Claire three more hard and fast swats.
"Aaaaaaaaaa ...AAAaaaaiii ...AAAAAI I I I I I E E E E !!!!!!!!" Claire's screams echoed through the empty building now as she began to cry uncontrollably. "....P-P l e e e e a s e...." she begged.. "Stop. ....I can't take any more!"
Delia was high on the spectacle before her. She had reduced this proud, sophisticated woman to a pitiful mess, blubbering like a baby, pleading for mercy. "Ahhh, Ms. Kincaid, of course you can," Delia said in mock sympathy. "And you will. After all, you wouldn't want these other girls to miss out on their fun, would you?"
The other three girls did have their "fun", each paddling Claire, giving the poor woman several good smacks on the ass, until she had endured more than she thought possible. Then Delia took the paddle again and, with renewed enthusiasm, gave Claire five more hard ones, covering every inch of her already burning globes. The last, momentous swat covered both cheeks, driving the chair and Claire's body forward a good six inches.
By now Claire had lost all control and was crying out in one long, continuous wail. Her butt felt like someone was holding a hot iron to it. In her urgent need to relieve the pain, she shifted around, wiggling her tail frantically. First one leg, then the other raised up toward her abused bottom in a desperate attempt to relieve the stinging heat. Several more flashes filled the air as the girls recorded their handiwork. Between frantic gasps and sobs, Claire began to beg, "Please...oh God, please ....stop... no more ... ...please....anything ...I'll do anything... just please stop ...please!!!"
"Say, 'Please stop spanking my butt, Delia'," Delia said. "Say it!"
"P-p-please s-stop spanking my butt, Delia," Claire dutifully repeated.
"Say, 'Even though I deserve it.'"
"Even though I deserve it," Claire sobbed.
"Say, 'And everything else you're going to do to me'"
A new fear gripped Claire at these words, but she had no choice. "And .. and everything ... else ... you're going to do to me."
"Good girl," Delia said sarcastically, as her hand gave Claire a playful, but painful smack on the rear. "We were ready for the next event anyway."
Claire thought they might untie her, but they left her there, over the chair, wondering what would happen next. She heard some activity behind her, but couldn't tell what was happening. Then she felt Delia standing directly behind her and heard her say, "You know what nasty things happen in prison, don't you, Ms Kincaid? Do you know what can happen to people when you send them away? Well, you'll see."
In horror, Claire felt something cool and wet being pushed between her buttocks, then Delia's hands on her hips. "Oh my God, no!" she cried, "please ... not that ... don't.... "
The other girls began to low, taunting chant as Delia held the fake penis against her entry point. "Rape her! ... rape her!... rape her!... rape her!... rape her!......" They smiled at one another, thoroughly enjoying the complete humiliation of the young district attorney. Claire continued her pleas, straining to see behind her, "No... come on, ... please don't ..."
Delia cut her off, "Say, 'Please don't rape me Mistress Delia.'"
Claire started, "Please don't rape me, Mistress Delia."
"Say, 'Please don't put that up my butt!'"
Claire sobbed, "Please don't put that up my bu..uunghhAAAA!!!!!"
Before Claire could finish the sentence she felt the pressure on her anus, then felt herself opening up as the long, hard object began to enter her. It moved an inch or so and then, with a sudden, savage thrust, split her cheeks and jammed all the way inside. Another squeal filled the air as the stinging on the surface of her bottom was augmented by a stabbing pain deep in her bowels. Her tender rectum was filled to capacity with the girl's evil tool.
As the other girls cheered her on, Delia began to enthusiastically pound Claire's backside, hammering into her for all she was worth. Each time the fake penis was rammed up her ass, Claire responded, so that a rhythmic "Ow...ow..ow..ow..ow..owwwwww!" reverberated through the empty room.
As the onslaught continued, Delia enjoyed making her suffer, thrusting harder and harder into the increasingly raw flesh of Claire's asshole. Overwhelmed and broken, Claire's outcries gradually diminished until they were finally reduced to quiet grunts and whimpers.
"Hey, I think she kind of likes this," Delia said to her friends. "Maybe we should all give it to her."
Hearing this, Claire managed to respond with a woeful, "Noooooo! Please..." , but Delia was only playing with her. She already had other things in mind. Roughly pulling out of Claire's ass, she had her friends remove her from the chair. "Tie her legs to those pipes," she said, pointing to two pipes about four feet apart.
Soon Claire was lying face up on the floor, her ankles tied securely to the two poles. The rough floor of the factory hurt as it rubbed against her tender bottom. Her hands were loose, but she knew it was useless to do anything. Her ankles immobilized her, and there were still six of her captors. Her only wish was that this ordeal be over.
Now Delia spoke again, her voice seething with contempt. "So... now you know what it feels like to be raped in a men's prison. I hope you appreciate the experience. But we want to give you the other side, too. You need a taste of women's prison."
One of the girls, a pretty strawberry-blonde that Claire recognized from the courtroom, stepped over close to her. Now Claire understood why they had all worn skirts. The girl raised her garment, revealing that she wore no panties underneath. Placing one leg on either side of Claire's head, she she knelt down and began lowering herself onto Claire's face.
Claire stared up at this latest horror. She had never been with a woman, never even thought about it, and the thought of placing her mouth on this girl's sex organs made her skin crawl. The girl was holding herself just inches from Claire's face, watching her reaction. Claire could see and smell that she was already very excited. The girl spread her lips so Claire could see how wet she was inside.
"Here it is, Missy," she said. "You're gonna eat it, you know. You're gonna eat it until I come on your face. And then your gonna eat all the rest of us. I sure hope you like pussy, lady, because you're gonna have it in your mouth the rest of the night."
Now the girl grabbed Claire's hands and pinned them above her head, making her completely helpless. She then lowered herself, placing her wet parts right onto Claire's mouth. At first, Claire did nothing, having no experience at this. The girl started moving back and forth over Claire's lips, saying "Come on, bitch, do it." Finally, Claire began to use her tongue on the girl, licking at her wet pussy as best she knew how.At first, the taste and smell were almost too much for her, but luckily, she soon got used to it.
Claire decided to try to please them as best she could, figuring that the quicker she got each of them off, the sooner it would be over. She started to lick all over the girl's pussy, pushing it inside, noting the girl's reactions and returning to the places she seemed to enjoy the most. It took maybe ten minutes for that first girl to come, grinding herself frantically into Claire's face. The back of Claire's head hurt from the pressure of the hard floor.
One after another, the remaining five girls sat on Claire's yielding face, pasting their wet nether lips to her delicate mouth. And as each girl climbed onto her, Claire dutifully tongued and sucked her until she was thoroughly satisfied. Wanting to degrade the young woman as well as be pleasured, the girls rubbed themselves all over her pretty face, spreading their viscous fluids from her chin to her forehead. Several even pushed themselves down on her nose, forcing it deep inside them, filling Claire's nostrils with the pungent scent of their arousal. They took several photos as she worked on them, making sure to clearly show her face as her tongue tasted each girl's pussy.
At last, it was Delia over Claire's tired mouth, and she knew this was the sixth and final girl. But after Delia extracted first one and then a second orgasm from Claire's now rather experienced mouth, Claire found to her dismay that her plan had not worked. For while her enthusiastic tonguing had sped up the string of girls' orgasms, it had the added effect of stimulating the girls as they watched. So now, as Delia climbed off her quite satisfied, the first girl said, "I want to do it again."
Despairing, Claire just lay there now. She could not respond, but lay limp as the girls simply grabbed her head and used her face to masturbate. A couple got themselves off that way, and a couple gave up, until finally, it was Delia's turn again.
Not content to accept Claire's total submission, Delia wanted another active tongue session. But Claire was spent, hopeless, and nothing Delia could do would revive her. Frustrated, Delia said, "All right, bitch! If you're not going to eat me, then you're going to do something else!"
Claire was only half aware of what was happening as Delia grabbed her hair and pressed her open pussy into her mouth. Then she felt a shot of wet heat and realized that she was tasting the girl's urine! She tried to turn away, but Delia held her in place, screaming, "Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my dirty piss and love it! You cunt! Drink it!"
With the choice of swallowing or drowning, Claire began taking the salty liquid down her throat as this demented girl used her mouth as a public toilet. She heard the other girls commenting, in awe of what was happening, and heard more clicks of the camera.
At last, it was over, and Delia rose off the sloppy mess of Claire's face. Pulling her up off the floor, the vengeful teenager placed her against the pipes and administered a final, spirited spanking with her bare hand. Claire burst into tears, not from the spanking itself, which was tame compared to her earlier trials, but from the sheer humiliation, the final shame of being spanked like a child, knowing that this girl had done anything she wanted to her with no fear of reprisal.
"Well, Miss DA," Delia said sarcastically, "Looks like we mussed your make-up a bit. I hope you enjoyed our little time together. I know I did. Maybe we can do it again sometime. We have to go now, but we'll leave you here to get yourself loose. By the time you do, we'll be long gone. Ta ta!" With that, the six girls walked out the door.
After they left, Claire did manage to untie the bindings around her ankles, but then she just lay there for some time. They had left her clothes, probably realizing that this would allow her to cover herself up and minimize any questions as she found her way home. They had left her purse, too, so she could get a cab, as soon as she figured out where she was. But she knew there was one thing she had to deal with before she worried any of that.
Lying there naked on the factory floor, her rear end raw from being paddled, her face and hair soaked with Delia's urine, Claire moved her trembling hand slowly down her body... and began to masturbate. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Law&Order/Law & Order.txt |
1,352 | Uncle Mike | Blossom: First Date | "Sure, I understand," Nick said into the phone. "No, no hard feelings. Well, nice talking to you."
"Shot down again, huh?" His son Anthony came ambling in from the kitchen.
"Yeah," Nick said, "and thanks for the sympathy. Hey, are you doing anything Saturday night? Maybe we could rent a video, or..."
"Sorry, Dad, no dice. I've got to work." Anthony plopped down in front of the TV as Nick's other son, Joey, came through the front door. "Hey, Joey," Anthony called out. "Dad struck out with some woman again. You busy Saturday night?"
"Uh, no," Joey said. "Why?"
"To go out with Dad," Anthony explained patiently.
"Oh. Uh, I'm busy."
"But Joey," Nick broke in. "You just said you were free!"
"Uh -- something came up?"
Not waiting for the rest, Joey ducked into the kitchen.
Just then Nick's daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs. She was about 16, just on the verge of true womanhood. She hid a developing body in an agglomeration of bits and pieces of old clothes, but her growing breasts and slender legs were becoming too noticeable to be hidden. Nick had done the best he could raising her on his own these last few years since the divorce, but secretly he feared he hadn't done enough. Was she ready for adulthood -- and adult relationships? One son was a recovering addict, another was -- not to put it too bluntly -- dumb as a rock. Blossom was his last hope.
Luckily, he thought to himself, she never seemed to realize how much hope and concern he had invested in her; she was almost always cheerful, easy-going, ready for anything.
"Hi, Dad," she called out, heading for the door. "I gotta..."
"Blossom!" he cut in. "Are you..."
"Watch out," Anthony interrupted. "Dad got stiffed again. He's..."
"Again?" Blossom edged closer to the door. "Look, I've really gotta go..."
"Doing anything Saturday night?" Nick finished.
"Looking for someone to go out with him," Anthony said.
"Out to meet Six," Blossom answered as she slipped out the door. "See ya!"Blossom seemed like a pro at it, he thought; even as he went along with it, he knew she was carefully guiding their conversation, keeping it happy, trying to boost his spirits. She seemed so mature in these surroundings.
Maybe, he thought, maybe it was because seeing her outside of the house meant seeing her outside of all the accumulated memories of her childhood. In such an adult setting, he was finally able to see his daughter as an adult -- or, he reminded himself, almost an adult.
He tried to tell her that, but the words seemed to trip over themselves, and he couldn't get them out right. Trying to make his point, he reached across the table and took her slim hand in his. It started out as just a momentary gesture, but his hand lingered on hers. He felt her downy skin, the pulse beating just below the surface. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, neither spoke.
"Ahem." It was the waiter, bringing their main courses. Nick took his hand away, slowly. The conversation lagged as they ate.
Halfway through dessert, Blossom suddenly whispered to her father. "Psst. That couple to your right. Don't look now! The ones having the lasagna."
Nick lifted his napkin up to his face, using it as a shield while he snuck a peek. A middle-aged couple surrounded by a forest of empty wine bottles and glasses looked away quickly as his eyes caught theirs.
"What is it?" he whispered to his daughter. "What are they doing?"
Blossom leaned over the table, keeping her voice low. Her young breasts pressed against the top of her dress as she bent forward, and her pendant dangled just above her pasta.
"They've been staring at us all night. You know what I think?" She winked.
"What?"
"I bet they think I'm your date, not your daughter." She smiled. "From the looks on their faces now, I'm almost sure of it!"
Nick leaned back, blushing. He was a bit embarrassed, but Blossom seemed to take it as a great joke.
"You know," she said as the waiter picked up Nick's credit card, "we could really drive them crazy. You want to?"
Nick smirked. This was the Blossom he always knew, the one who loved to pull the leg of stuffy people. With only a passing thought about pulling a practical joke in such a fancy place, he nodded his assent. "What do we do?"
"Just follow my lead," she said. The waiter brought the check back then; Nick signed off with a generous tip and rose from the table.
Blossom slid out of her side. As she did, her skirt rode up, and a slit opened wide, giving the couple at the next table a clear view of her luscious legs. She tugged on Nick's shoulder as he started to turn for the door. He turned back to her, and Blossom reached up and flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
It was no father-daughter kiss. She opened her mouth and pressed it to his lips, slipping her tongue inside. He felt her body pressed closely to his, her breasts squashed against his chest, one of her legs wrapped around his. His arms surrounded her, and his hands met on the bare, warm skin of her back. Blossom held the kiss for a full minute, her hands tangling in his hair.
At last, they broke their embrace. "Thanks for the dinner, Daddy," Blossom said in a stage whisper as they passed the obviously shocked couple.
Nick's mind was awhirl. To his own shock, he realized he now had an erection, his hard cock pressing against his pants. He hastily buttoned up his sports coat, hoping it would cover up the bulge. For a fraction of a second, he had forgotten Blossom was his daughter and had become lost in a passionate kiss with a very lovely young woman. Now, realizing what he had done, Nick was in a daze.
Somehow he made his way to the car. As he opened the door for her, Blossom pecked him on the cheek -- a very daughterly thing to do. By the time he'd gotten in on his side, he'd almost convinced himself he was exaggerating what had gone before. He felt his erection subsiding as he slipped his key into the ignition and started up the engine. Then he looked over at his daughter. She was looking out the passenger window, the light from a passing car throwing her into silhouette. Nick smiled at the familiar profile. But then his eyes went down, down to her chest, where he could see her breasts heaving. It wasn't just him, he knew then.
And as the car passed and his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw the smooth curves of Blossom's silky legs. He closed his eyes briefly. His erection was back.
Suppressing his stormy emotions, Nick opened his eyes again and pulled out of the parking spot. "Good food, don't you think?" he said, an artificial brightness making his voice brittle.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," Blossom said, still staring out her window. She seemed far away.
"Yes, good food," Nick repeated.
They didn't say another word while they drove across town to the theater, got their tickets, and settled into a back row in the crowded screening room.
The lights dimmed, but it took a few minutes, while the trailers zipped past, for the audience to quiet down. The theater was hushed by the time the feature was underway. It was a romance -- Blossom had picked it out, of course -- filled with lingering moments and tight embraces.
Nick became aware, little by little, of a subtle scent of roses. He bent closer to Blossom -- yes, it was her perfume. She noticed the movement and bent toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Nick watched as the light from the screen cast a flickering halo around Blossom's long brown hair. Each strand seemed to catch the light a different way, lending a sultry sheen to her appearance.
A man from further down the row bumped past then. "Excuse me! Pardon me!" Nick and Blossom settled back into their seats after he passed.
On the screen, it grew cold and wintry as the lovers struggled to make a go of it. The sound of the wind rushing through the cracks in their hovel seemed to fill the theater, and soon everyone in the audience was shivering along with the actors. Nick put his arm around Blossom's shoulder and drew her close.
She burrowed into his side. He felt his heart thump loudly and was amazed that everyone else in the theater didn't turn around and tell him to shush.
Nick's hand was resting on Blossom's bare arm. Then she shifted slightly, and his hand slipped in between her arm and her side. Instinctively he flexed his fingers and felt her warm flesh give a little. The feeling was familiar. His eyes staring straight ahead, Nick realized with a thud that he was groping his daughter's breast. His cock grew harder, and he squirmed a bit.
Blossom made no move to get away. It seemed to Nick that his hand didn't belong to him anymore. Without conscious direction, it followed the sensuous curve of Blossom's firm mound. His fingers moved slowly, tenderly across the velvet. A prickle of electricity shot up Nick's arm as they strayed off the material and onto her skin in the deep valley between her breasts. Her pendant slipped over his fingers as they explored further.
"Sorry! Coming through!" The man from down the aisle worked his way back past them, a huge tub of popcorn and a vat of soda clutched to his body. This time when he passed, Nick and Blossom remained linked.
Nick's cock was rock-hard now, squeezed so tightly by his slacks that the pain was intense. Suddenly he felt the pressure ease. As he looked down, a small, pale hand was unzipping his fly.
Nick licked his lips.
A small voice within him continued to tell him it was wrong. But the memory of his daughter's hot, burning kiss was stronger. As the lopsided battle went on with his conscience, Blossom spread apart the flap of his briefs and tugged his dick free.
Nick sighed at the relief as his massive erection sprang out. While he tenderly caressed Blossom's breasts, his young daughter grasped his shaft and began to rub. Slowly, at first. He felt her fingers slide over the wide helmet and down the rod, tugging slightly at the dry skin stretched tight by his hard-on. Soon, though, a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, and she rubbed them down, lubricating his shaft as she began to speed up her ministrations.
She was using only her thumb and forefinger to circle his cock. Nick bent down and whispered in her ear. "Use your whole hand, sweetheart. Oh, yes, like that. Honey, you know I love you. You're making your father very happy now. Oh, sweetheart!"
Blossom, her head still buried in his side, murmured back, "Is it really good, Dad? Am I doing it all right?"
"You're doing it perfect, Blossom," Nick cooed. "Just ... just ... oohhhhhhhh!"
Two spurts, then a third, and the cum boiled out of him, erupting out the tip of his cock and flowing down over Blossom's hand. She continued to rub until he pushed her hand away.
Taking his arm from her side, Nick reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to his daughter.
But Blossom lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. Then she put her hand to her mouth, the hand glistening with Nick's cum, and licked the fingers clean, one by one. After she had finished, Nick bent down and kissed her. The taste of his own salty cum in his daughter's mouth was incredibly erotic, and his cock began to stiffen slightly.
Just then the credits began to roll, and the house lights came up slowly. Nick stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped them hastily.
Nick weaved slightly as they walked out to the parking lot; he felt unsteady and uncertain and very confused.
Blossom clung closely to him, but the crowd was everywhere, and it wasn't until they were both in the car that he felt it safe to talk.
"Blossom..." he began."You first," she said at last.
Nick began by looking at her, but found it easier to turn away and stare out the windshield. He took a deep breath.
"Blossom, I -- I'm sorry for what happened in there. I let things get out of control. It's my fault. I -- Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"
Blossom put a hand on his arm. Nick flinched.
"Dad, it's not your fault. You can't help what happened. It was me. I -- I don't know. Maybe I got caught up in the movie. All I know is that I love you and ..."
"I love you, too, Blossom. But you know we can't..."
"I know!"
Nick could hear her sobbing quietly, but Nick still kept his eyes straight ahead. His fingers were curled so tightly around the steering wheel that the knuckles were a ghostly white.
"It's wrong." Even to Nick, his words sounded cold and flat. "It's just wrong. Blossom, I'm your father. I should know better. But when I saw you tonight, so beautiful, so -- so sexy, I -- NO! No, I can't do that! I can't say that! There's no excuse!" His head fell onto the steering wheel. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
"Dad?" Blossom put her arm around him. "Dad, I -- maybe I wanted something to happen. I knew what this dress was like. And in the restaurant -- well, you know. I have to admit I've wondered for a long time what it would be like to kiss you like that. I've never kissed a boy like that -- well, except for one, once, but that was just to see what it was like. And it wasn't -- like it was with you.
"So it's my fault, Dad. Oh, please, don't hate me!"
"Hate you?" Nick turned toward her. He saw the tracks of her tears running down her smooth cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I really do. I always -- always ..."
Nick bent forward. The words were still dying on his lips when he kissed the tears from her cheeks. But then he went on, to her mouth. Their tongues met. A flame rose high within him. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her against his chest. He felt her heartbeat pounding madly. Eagerly, hungrily they kissed.
All hesitation and doubt had left him. There was room for just one emotion in his mind, and that was a deep, abiding, erotic love for this nubile goddess in his arms.
Their embrace lasted long after the other cars had left the lot. Finally they broke it off. With trembling hands, Nick put the car into gear and drove off.
What now, he thought? Now that I am madly in love with my own daughter?
It was Blossom who made the next choice.
"Turn here," she said softly. "At the light."
Nick swung the car to the right. Within a few blocks they had left the bright lights of the main road behind them. He looked around. It had been awhile since he'd been in this part of town, and he wasn't sure where they were heading. The street lights were few and far between now.
"There, off to the right. See, between those two posts?"
Dimly he made out a rutted path. The headlights picked out a narrow, rugged lane that went into the brush for a hundred feet or so and then stopped in a dark, secluded clearing.
He turned to Blossom. "Where are we?"
"The kids at school told me about this place," she said quietly. "They use it for -- well, special occasions. I've never been here myself. I guess I never had a special occasion - until now."
Blossom's fingertips brushed Nick's neck as she helped him off with his sports coat. The steering wheel jabbed him in the side as he twisted.
"Maybe we should ..." Blossom said, motioning with her eyes to the back seat.
She and Nick got out on opposite sides of the car. Blossom quickly opened the rear door on her side and slid in.
Nick, though, closed the driver's door and then let his body sag against the car's frame. The enormity of what he was about to do seemed to concentrate itself into a roar in his head like a massive wave breaking over the shore. I can't, he told himself.
There was a tap at the window. He looked in. Blossom crooked a finger at him. He got in.
The young girl slid back to her side of the car. While Nick loosened his tie and undid his belt buckle, Blossom slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and reached behind her back to pull down the short zipper.
Tugging his shirt out of his slacks, Nick found his thoughts hopelessly tangled. In his mind's eye he saw Blossom growing up -- a babe in arms, a little girl taking her first bike ride, a kid singing along with him. But when he looked up he saw something else: a lovely maiden lowering her dress, exposing a pair of exquisite breasts. The thin moonlight rippling through the branches made speckled patterns on her pale skin, revealing now and again the small, dark circles at the peak of each breast, the darker nubbins protruding from them.
Nick fumbled off his shoes and socks, then slid off his slacks and briefs. Blossom reached out, her dress still half-on, and caressed his chest.
And then she wiggled out of the dress. As it slumped to the floor, she reached down and peeled off her pantyhose.
Even in the dim light, Nick could make out the dark patch of hair, the voluptuous swell of her hips.
He moved toward her, stretching out on the bench seat. His hand fluttered above her body, tracing out every curve and hollow. They kissed, tenderly, and then he moved down, nuzzling her neck, working his way to Blossom's perfect orbs. With soft, butterfly kisses he surrounded them, until at last he reached the summit. Then greedily he suckled his daughter's nipples, taking them into his mouth, biting gently at their sensitive skin.
Blossom moaned, deeply, and writhed beneath him.
Nick's hand followed the swoop of her torso down to her thighs. He ran the back of his hand over the soft skin, moving with each pass closer and closer to her virgin treasure. Blossom opened herself to him, spreading her legs apart.
Nick savored every second, every touch, every sensation. Never in his life, he thought, had he seen such a perfect body. Never had love and lust mingled so intoxicatingly.
His fingers brushed against the crinkly hair of his daughter's pubic mound, and then slid down to her labia. He was delighted to find them already slick. Tenderly he spread them, slipping a finger inside, running it up and down her lubricated slit.
"Yesss," Blossom sighed, spreading her legs further apart.
Nick explored deeper into his daughter, pressing on until he came to the maidenhead. A frisson of joy reverberated in his head. Still a virgin! For a second some almost dead part of him called out to let her remain so. But this felt so right.
His thumb found the little button of her clitoris and Blossom shrieked for a second. Her breath was coming in gulps now as he manipulated her clitoris and extended two fingers into her opening.
"I want you," Blossom gasped. "I want you in me now, Daddy!"
Nick shifted, rolling over so that his hips rested between hers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her pubic patch, scratching delicately at the sensitive shaft.
"We don't -- we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispered to her. "I want you, honey, but if we're going too fast, it's not too late."
"No! I want you!" she insisted. "Please, please, put it in me!"
Nick let the head of his cock slide down to the hot, wet entrance to his daughter's tunnel. Blossom immediately began to buck up at him.
He held back, letting his cock ride up and down the slick folds. He wanted her first time to be as special, as gentle, as perfect as he could make it. Still holding his cock outside her, Nick bent down and kissed Blossom. She kissed him back hard, inflamed with lust.
Ever so slightly, ever so cautiously he pressed his cock into her. The hot folds spread apart easily, opening -- blossoming, even -- to accept his engorged rod.
With the helmet not quite all the way in, Nick pulled back again. Blossom answered with a quiet growl. "You're teasing me," she protested.
"Love isn't something to be rush, Blossom," Nick told his daughter. "It's like a fine wine. You should approach it slowly. Explore it from every angle. Sip at it lightly, then savor the taste." As he spoke, he again slid his cockhead into her. This time he let the helmet pop all the way in, but held it there.
"What if I want to gulp it?" Blossom said. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"There will be time for that later," he said. "But now, honey, this might hurt a bit."
"I know," she said. "But I'm -- I'm ready."
Nick covered her mouth with his as he pressed his cock up to her maidenhead. The thin tissue held. He thrust once, twice, a third time, and then felt it tear away, allowing his cock to slide all the way in.
Her vagina was tight, tighter than he'd ever had before. He felt every inch inside her, and it was hard to resist the urge to begin driving his shaft in and out immediately.
But Blossom was biting her lip, and a tear or two glistened in the corners of her eyes.
She must have sensed his fear. "It wasn't too bad," she whispered.
That eased Nick's fears, but he still was afraid to move. After a few moments, Blossom moved her hips under him, urging him on. Still he didn't dare.
His daughter put her lips to his ear and whispered softly.
"Fuck me, Daddy."
With a groan, Nick eased his raging hard-on out of Blossom's cunt and plunged it back in.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her hands clawing at his naked back. "Yes, more!"
Nick complied with her request, driving his rod in and out of her no longer virginal tunnel.On each upstroke, he would lift almost completely out, so he could get the delight of feeling her tight lips spread open before his pressure again and again.
Fucking his daughter, her hole so tight, but her body so willing, made him feel like a teenager again himself, like he was experiencing his own first fuck. He tried out different rhythms, he wiggled his cock from side to side—though there wasn't much room to maneuver—he even inserted a finger in her anus and felt the pressure of his shaft through her asshole's wall.
Through it all, Blossom kept up a running commentary, complimenting his technique, suggesting new angles, screaming her joy. Her mother had been almost silent in bed, especially toward the end; this was a new and wonderful experience for Nick. Blossom's encouragement—especially, he found, the unusual thrill of hearing her use language he never thought she knew—magnified his ecstasy.
"Fuck me harder," the young girl moaned. "I want your cock in me all the way. Please, please, push it in! Harder!"
With her vaginal secretions easing the way, Nick increased the tempo, faster, faster, pistoning his rod into her eager cunt until he felt a boiling in his loins.
"Oh, God, Blossom, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "I'd better pull out!"
"No, no! I'm on the Pill! Put it all in me!" She was a wildcat, scratching at his sides as she bucked furiously. "I want it all!"
And then Nick felt the cum explode out of him, a hot jet of jism surging into his daughter. He pressed his mouth to hers as the cum poured out.
Blossom kept humping her hips, trying for more and more. Nick's cock quivered under her attack; it had grown so sensitive after the orgasm that every touch was a delicious agony. He pounded his fists into the car's upholstery as his daughter fought to push him into her cunt.
At last, Nick's rod began to shrink, until just the tip was still clutched in her vaginal lips. He raised himself on his arms and tried to move away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Blossom said with a smirk. She had wrapped her legs around his, holding him in place.
"I can't do any more," Nick protested. "That's it!"
"Maybe not," Blossom purred as she licked his sweaty neck. "Are you sure?"
Nick thought he was, but now his daughter was caressing his shaft with her cunt, bucking up at it in short, sharp movements. To his amazement, his cock began to grow again. A third time in one night? That was a record for him, he knew.
But Blossom seemed to take it for granted. God, what a devil he had, Nick thought.
Obeying his cock's urgings, he resumed the in-and-out motions, sliding through his daughter's pillowy tunnel. She sighed as she matched him stroke for stroke.
It didn't last long this time. Nick's cock quickly grew larger, thicker, pressing against the tight walls. "Oh, God, Dad," Blossom said. "It's even better! Oh, please, please, take it slow. That's it!"
Nick played her cunt like a violin, running his bow over the strings of his daughter's cunt. It built and built to a crashing crescendo as again he felt his cum boil up.
And this time Blossom joined in his cries. "I'm cumming," she moaned. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stooooopppppppp!" As the jism pulsed out of his cock, Nick felt Blossom stiffen and then suddenly release like a spring, and again, and again. Her wild flailing milked every drop of cum from his cock until at last she was still and he slipped his shrunken rod out of her, still cuddling her to him as the sweat cooled their bodies.
"Dad?" Blossom whispered in his ear.
"Yes, honey?"
"I'm free next Saturday." | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Blossom/blossom.txt |
1,358 | MAW | HypnoTV: The X-Files | "Are they ready?"
"I'd prefer more time with them."
"We're running out of time. Are they ready?"
"I suppose so. Keywords and instructions installed."
"Tonight. Mulder first. Then Scully."
"Got it."
The office was quiet when Fox Mulder got in. Of course, the office was always quiet. Being located in the basement of the FBI building in Washington guaranteed a bit of privacy. Mulder liked it. It gave him time to think, away from all the skeptics and doubters above him. Today, he had another reason for his privacy. Her name was Dana Scully.
It had hit Mulder in the middle of the night, shortly after he'd woken up to a wrong number. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he had come to the conclusion that he wanted Scully. Bad. It had taken a while for the attraction to come to this point, but Mulder knew he had to have Scully. The problem was how.
He had to see if Scully wanted the same thing. But Mulder's self-esteem was low to say the least. Coming right out and asking Scully if she loved him wasn't the best way to approach the situation. At the same time, he couldn't just take her and rape her on the desk. So, with the quirky intelligence that made him such a good investigator, Mulder came up with an acceptable compromise. Like many of his theories, it was pretty wild, but it made perfect sense to him.
He looked up as she came into the room. Mulder used to think it was impossible for a woman to be sexy dressed in a business suit, but Dana Scully managed it. The gray suit contrasted perfectly with her beautiful face and short red hair. Those green eyes focused on him and gave him the same thrill they always did. "So, what's on the hit parade this morning?" she asked in her cool professional tone.
Mulder smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Skinner's sending us an assignment later," he said. "In the meantime, Forhike gave me a birthday present to give you."
Scully rolled her eyes. "I swear to God, if he superimposed my head on naked women again..."
"I had to promise him I'd show it to you," Mulder said. He pulled out a disk and slipped it into a nearby computer bank. "Now close your eyes."
Scully gazed at him doubtfully. Then, somehow suspecting she was going to regret this, she complied. His grin broader, Mulder opened the disk and hit a few keys. "Okay, now open them."
Scully opened her eyes to a dazzling multi-colored wheel spinning on the screen. Instantly captivated, she watched as the wheel turned, the spiral keeping up the pace. Any doubts she had slowly vanished as she continued to watch the wheel turn, the colors shifting at every rotation, flying into her eyes. Waves of light poured from the screen and onto her face.
Mulder had gotten his inspiration from a case in the past. He knew that Scully was resistant to voluntary hypnosis and would probably had stood up to a normal induction method of Mulder's. A year before, Scully had inadvertently become a victim of a brainwashing scheme using subminimal messages hidden in TV signals. A hypnotic effect had caused her to believe Mulder was the enemy and had almost killed him. Now, a variation of that program was working before her.
For the first time in his life outside of a crime scene, Mulder was glad he couldn't see red. His red-green color blindness had protected him from the signals in the tapes and now made him resistant to the wheel. Scully, with her regular eyesight, was easy prey. Mulder could see her facial muscles relax and her mind open to the subminimal messages that he had programmed into the disk.
*Sleep. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey. Mulder. Sleep and obey Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Sleep and obey Mulder. Sleep. Obey. Mulder.*
Scully's eyes shut as her head slumped forward. Mulder paused, uncertain for a moment. Then, a calm overtook him as he realized it had worked. Scully was under. Mulder shut off the computer, removing the disk. He slowly moved his chair across from Scully. "Dana?" he asked quietly. "Can you hear me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, will you trust me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, will you obey me?"
"..Yes.."
"Dana, how do you feel about Fox Mulder?"
"..Friend..He's my partner..I..I love him."
Mulder closed his eyes, trying not to cry out in joy. His suspicions confirmed, he could proceed with a much lighter load on his conscience. "Dana, do you dream of Mulder?"
"..Yes.."
"What does he do in your dreams? What would you like to have him do to you?"
"..I want him..to eat me out..Eat my pussy and squeeze my tits."
*Damn, I never knew she had it in her* Mulder thought in surprise. He looked at that gorgeous face and decided to make Scully's dreams reality. "Lift up your skirt, Dana, and dream of Mulder. Relax and dream."
Scully slowly hitched up the hem of her suit. Mulder got onto his knees and moved forward. He looked up Scully's skirt, seeing her dark panties. He moved in, his head vanishing in her dress. There was enough light for Mulder to see the hairs of Scully's pussy peeking out from her panties. *What do you know? She really is a natural redhead* He moved in, fingering aside the satin fabric and smelling Scully's lips. He took a quick stab with his tongue, tasting Scully's nectar, hearing her moan in reply. He began licking in earnest, his tongue lovingly massaging her clit. He licked harder and faster, his tongue absorbing the sweet taste of her juices. His hands moved up her body, onto her breasts. Squeezing the mounds, he used them as a handhold as he continued his licking frenzy.
Scully was moaning softly by now, her voice audible down the hall, if anyone had been there. Her breathing became more heavy as Mulder continued. Her entire body tensed as she released her juices onto Mulder's face, bringing a cry from both of them.
Mulder quickly pulled his head out, wiping Scully's juices away. He used the same handkerchief to clean Scully and hurriedly rearranged her clothes. He sat back down in his seat. "Dana, in a moment, I will snap my fingers and you will wake up. You will not remember anything that has occurred since you entered this office. You will not be able to recall anything. You will feel refreshed and relaxed. And your feelings for Fox Mulder will intensify. Remember that, but nothing else." Settling back in his chair, Mulder snapped his fingers.
Scully's eyes blinked open and focused on Mulder. "Sorry, Mulder, I must've blanked out for a minute. What did you say?"
Praying that his look of thanks wasn't evident, Mulder got up. "Skinner wants us upstairs for an assignment. Maybe we'll go somewhere dry this time."
"I hope so. Cutting up bodies is tougher when they've been soaking in a swamp.""But doesn't that take the fun out of it, Scully?"
Before she could reply, the phone rang. Mulder picked it up. He stood for a moment, then closed his eyes and opened them. He hung up without a word. "Who was that?" Scully asked.
"Hm? Oh, I don't know. They hung up as soon as I answered. Sounds kind of suspicious."
"Mulder, you're suspicious of your own shadow."
"Yes, you notice how it's always following me?"
"How'd it go?"
"His memory's been erased. Ready for Stage Two."
"Tonight. You know where."
The duo's latest case was less intense than some others. They were investigating a series of abductions in Minnesota. Four teenage girls had been taken from their homes in the same night. All four were found lying in the middle of a field the next morning. Mulder, naturally, leapt to the conclusion of alien involvement. Scully, naturally, rolled her eyes and tried looking for a more straightforward explanation.
The afternoon was filled with interviews with the abductees. At Mulder's insistence, each one was hypnotized but could offer no other information to shed light. It was as if their minds had completely shut off during their missing time.
It was late when the two finally got back to their hotel room, exhausted after a long day. Because of overbooking, the two had to get a room together, with twin beds. It was a little tough, but they managed. Mulder immediately collapsed onto his bed, fully clothed. Although he could go without sleep for irregular periods of time, he was still human. Plus, he had driven the hour-long trip from the airport to the town. He was overly exhausted, something his quiet snoring soon confirmed.
Scully was shifting through some reports when her gaze fell upon her partner. She stared at him, his handsome features quiet in sleep and bit her lip. For some time now, Scully had become aware that she harbored a major feeling for Mulder. It wasn't just sex, although god knew Scully needed that as well. She truly loved the man, but wasn't sure the feeling was mutual.
As Scully stared at her sleeping partner, an idea occurred to her. At first, she shook it off as too insane. But it stuck with her, refusing to go away. Scully wasn't sure if what she was planning would even work, but before she could talk herself out of it, she was close to Mulder's ear. "Mulder, can you hear me?"
A small grunt answered her. Mulder was in a state under sleep, where his subconscious was open to suggestion. It was that part Scully spoke to. "Mulder, you are feeling very relaxed now." Scully wasn't sure if she was doing this right, but she had seen enough hypnotic regression sessions to wing it. "Very relaxed. Your mind is open to me and you can trust me. You can always trust me. How do you feel about me, Mulder?"
Mulder's brow wrinkled, his eyes moving beneath their lids. "Scully...I love her.."
Scully leaned back and closed her eyes. Oh, god, he did love her. Now what? She moved her eyes down Mulder's body, an eyebrow coming up as she saw the slight bulge in Mulder's pants. Scully hesitated only for a moment before deciding. She moved forward, unzipping Mulder's pants, pulling them down. She quickly pulled down Mulder's skivvies, allowing his cock to pop out. She stared for a long moment at it, then slipped off her panties.
"Relax, Mulder. Just relax and let yourself go. Let yourself grow more relaxed and aroused. Just think of your favorite erotic dream and let yourself go." With a sigh, Scully sat herself onto Mulder's cock. She slowly began shifting, moving herself along the erect rod. Mulder began to answer her, shifting his pelvis to match. The two moved slowly, Scully managing to pump Mulder's cock into pleasure. The two could feel the tension rise, even though Scully was the only one aware of it. Scully pushed herself harder, trying to continue the rhythm. The ecstasy in her grew and was finally released when she felt Mulder shoot his wad into her.
Scully was still for a moment, still not believing what had occurred. She disengaged herself from Mulder, juices dripping. She quickly wiped off Mulder's cock with a towel from the bathroom and replaced his shorts and pants. She sat next to him. "Mulder, listen to me. Go back to sleep. A nice, restful sleep. When you wake up, you will not remember this occurring. It was simply a dream. Sleep now." Mulder seemed to sink deeper into the pillows as he obeyed. Scully hopped back onto her bed and shook her head. What the hell had gotten into her?
Before she could answer the personal question, the room's phone rang. Scully picked it up. She listened for a moment and shut her eyes. She put the phone back on the hook and sunk onto her bed, fast asleep.
"Phase Two successful. No memory for her."
"Should we go on to the final stage?"
"Go for it."
The next day held disappointment for Mulder. The agents learned that the girls had been abducted by the local oddball, a handyman who had chloroformed them and kept them in a state of unconsciousness while raping them. Videotapes found at the man's home showed his crimes and he was all too willing to confess, seemingly proud of what he had done. Mulder and Scully had met a lot of despicable characters throughout their careers, but this man ranked among the worst.
Once again, it was late as the two came back to the hotel. They silently packed for the morning flight to DC. Mulder was quieter than usual, a sign that he was deep in thought. Scully sat down on the bed next to him. "You really thought you had it this time, didn't you?" she said softly.
"I always hope," came Mulder's reply.
Scully bit her lip as she looked at her partner. "Do you ever worry that you won't find it?"
Mulder shook his head. "I always believe I'll find it, Scully. I just wish it'd be soon."
Scully nodded. "It's a lonely life, isn't it? Giving up everything to satisfy your quest."
"You make me sound like I'm on the Holy Crusades."
"Well, in a way you are. You have no friends, no contacts, no hobbies, nothing outside your search."
Mulder looked at her. "I have you, Scully."
An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mulder. "I've made sacrifices, sure. But so have you. And I appreciate that."
"You do?"
"Scully, you had a good career going when you got assigned to observing me. You could have refused the assignment, you could've asked for a transfer after a few months. But you didn't. You've stuck with me. That means a lot to me. It's been a long time since anyone trusted me like that."
"Well, it's cost a lot. My social life is almost on a par with yours. But I don't regret it. You need someone to keep your head on straight and bail you out."
Mulder chuckled. "We're a couple of loners, aren't we?"
Scully stared at him. "No one should be alone, Mulder."
He looked up at her, at those green eyes that carried so much beauty, intelligence, pain, happiness and more. Now he saw something in them he'd never seen before: Love.
He took her gently by the neck, pulled her in close and kissed her. She responded passionately, her tongue wrapping around his. Four years of desire came loose in seconds as they pressed against each other. Slowly, they sank onto the bed, still kissing. Eyes closed, her lips locked on Mulder's, Scully quickly disengaged Mulder's belt and began pulling down his pants. Simultaneously, Mulder started unsnapping the buttons on Scully's suit. "Scully, are you sure..?" Mulder got out of his mouth.
"Mulder, shut up and make love," was the reply.
Pants, jackets, shirts, holsters, cell phones and underwear fell to a growing pile on the floor. Naked, they embraced each other harder, Mulder feeling Scully's breasts pressed against his chest. He buried his head between them, lovingly kissing the nipples, an action that delighted Scully. After suckling the luscious mounds, Mulder moved again to kiss Scully. He couldn't get enough of her taste, her passion, her love. She felt the same way as she felt her tongue slip around his lips and mouth, touching his chin. She groaned as she felt Mulder enter her.
Contrary to opinion, there is a definite difference between having sex and making love. The few times Mulder and Scully had sex with other partners, it was energetic but somehow lacking. This wasn't. The two were consummating a relationship, letting their feelings out. Sex was secondary that night. Love was foremost.
Mulder pressed into Scully, moving his hips to form a rhythm. Scully quickly matched it as the two began building themselves up. Mulder arched his back as he pumped, feeling the juices in his erect cock grow. Scully grasped a handful of bedsheets as she felt her own juices drip around Mulder's cock, arousal on full blast. Mulder finally released himself into her, bringing out a cry in Scully. Mulder, spent, collapsed onto her. The two held each other as the aftermath hit them. It was a position they would hold when they finally drifted off to sleep...three hours later.
In a nondescript van across the street from the motel, five people were toasting each other. They were a myriad group. One had a dark beard and a business suit. Another had long blond hair, glasses and a torn T-Shirt. One also wore glasses, with a short haircut and a somewhat grungy outfit. One was a man in his fifties, with glasses and a balding plate. The last one was a dark-haired, attractive woman in her mid-forties.
"I have to hand it to you guys," Walter Skinner said. "You came through all the way."
"It wasn't that difficult," the Lone Gunman known as Byers said. "Simple subminimal messages piped into their bedrooms while they slept set up the initial code keys."The hypnotic triggers worked great too," Forhike added. "Implanted the suggestions and then removed all trace of their actions from their memories."
"Thanks again for setting up that training seminar," Langly put in. "It was a great way to test and streamline the implanted suggestions."
"All the credit can't go to me," Skinner stated. "This whole plan was due to the lady of the hour."
They all turned to Margaret Scully, who blushed. "Well, the two of them obviously belonged together. Dana's always been stubborn about things like that, so a little push was required."
"And now that they are together," Skinner said, "we can actually get on and get some lives of our own."
"Amen," four voices answered.
As one, they turned to a monitor inside the van. On the screen, transmitted via a special miniature camera, was Mulder and Scully, sleeping quietly. Together. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/X-File/HyonoTV1.txt |
1,376 | null | Wonder Woman: The Puppetmaster | "Stop! Please!" giggled Diana as her vagina moistened.
The strongarm puppet finally stopped, patted Diana on the head, and left through the air vent.
"Thank... goodness..." breathed Diana as she started to slowly maneuver her arms and shoulders out of the sand. "Lucky for me this sand is pretty soft and very fine, it won't take long to get out...." said Diana to herself. Several minutes later, Diana worked her arms out of the sand and eventually pulled herself out. Spinning in a circle, Diana Prince became Wonder Woman once more.
Leaving the indoor beach, Wonder Woman began her search for Michelle and Emily.
"Unnnh! Unnnh!" moaned Michelle as she continued struggling against the tight ropes. Kicking as hard as she could with her legs, the ropes didn't budge."I have to get out of these ropes and warn Emily and Diana," Michelle thought to herself.
Emily was carried upstairs where she was placed on a mattress where the doll Cecil awaited.
"Hi, babe, what's up?" sneered Cecil.
"This is too weird... I get captured and tied up by a bunch of dolls, and find out that you're the ringleader?" said a confused Emily.
"Strange enough, babe. But not as strange as this will be," laughed Cecil as he began tickling Emily's chest with a feather duster.
"Eww! Ah! Mmm!" laughed Emily. "This isn't very nice, you know, tying me up with this string," giggled Emily.
"That's the idea," replied Cecil as he continued tickling Emily. Emily began panting heavily from the tickling and couldn't stop laughing. Cecil's tickling was soon interrupted by another puppet who signaled Cecil.
"What? Wonder Woman's here? Are you sure? Dang! I will have to take matters into my own hands now," said Cecil as he left with some doll escorts.
Wonder Woman searched room after room, with no luck in finding any sign of Michelle or Emily. Her search ended when Wonder Woman reached an isolated room with only a large cushioned chair in the middle, with the evil doll leader Cecil sitting in it.
"Wonder Woman, you're even hotter in person," said Cecil. "But I gotta tell ya, you gotta do what I say or I'm gonna have to kill Michelle and Emily."
"All right. What do you want?" reluctantly said Wonder Woman.
"Nothing really," said Cecil as he leaped out of the chair. "Just have a seat and let me take care of the rest."
Wonder Woman gave a solemn and grim look of determination as she sat down.
"There you go," smiled Cecil as he went to work. "Just relax, babe, I'm gonna show you a REAL cat's cradle..."
"What?" said Wonder Woman in a perplexed tone.
Cecil first tied Wonder Woman's hands behind her back with some silver ropes, then wrapped it around her entire body from her shoulders to her ankles in a random, twine fashion. "Restrained, Wonder Woman?" asked Cecil.
"Quite," sarcastically replied Wonder Woman.
"Good," answered Cecil. "But I'm not done yet," responded Cecil as he began wrapping more silver ropes all around Wonder Woman and the cushioned chair at random, entangling Wonder Woman and firmly binding her to the chair.
"There, not a bad job if I do say so myself. Struggle all you like, Wonder Woman, your bonds are reinforced steel cables. Now for some fun..." said Cecil as it went up to Wonder Woman and felt her breasts.
"Ah, nice and hard...you ARE enjoying this, aren't you. Well, I'll leave you alone...for now," evilly laughed Cecil as it left the room.
The instant Cecil left the room, Wonder Woman began struggling with all her might, while the cables held her firmly in place. "Ungh! Ungh!" moaned Wonder Woman. "Ooh! Ungh!" strained Wonder Woman against the cat's cradle trap Cecil planted, with no luck in breaking free.
Meanwhile, Emily continued trying to get loose from the tight string bonds that wrapped her up from her shoulders to her feet. Despite her struggling, the string held her tightly bound, and she noticed the harlequin puppet approaching her with the feather duster.
"No! No! No!" exclaimed Emily as the harlequin began tickling her chest and legs with the feathers, which soon became hysterical laughter.
"Ungh! Yes!" exclaimed Michelle as she was able to slip her hands free from the ropes. Freeing her hands, Michelle wiggled her arms out of the ropes and untied the knots of the ropes that strapped her to the bed. Once free, Michelle left the room looking for Diana and Emily.
Minutes later, Michelle entered the room where Wonder Woman was held captive.
"Wonder Woman?" said a shocked Michelle.
"Hurry! Untie me, please! Emily's in great danger!" said Wonder Woman.
Seconds later, Michelle began untying Wonder Woman, freeing her from the tight steel cable restraints.
"Where do you think Emily is hidden?" asked Wonder Woman.
"I don't know...maybe the old attic," answered Michelle.
"Michelle, I want you to call the police and hide. I will stop the cause of this," authoritatively said Wonder Woman as she turned and headed for the attic.
"So, she's escaped, huh?" said Cecil to himself as he lay hidden. "Get ready for a big surprise, babe..."
Wonder Woman reached the attic and opened the door slowly, cautiously entering. A few steps later, several dolls and puppets ambushed her, leaping on top of Wonder Woman in an attempt to bring her down. Wonder Woman reacted quickly, throwing them off her back and chest while kicking others. Soon though, the numbers overwhelmed her, and Wonder Woman fell backwards onto the floor.
Wonder Woman felt tight ropes grabbing her wrists and ankles, placing her in a spread-eagle position on the floor. The bonds were tight and taut; at best, Wonder Woman could bend her elbows and knees slightly.
"Welcome to another trap, Wonder Woman," smiled Cecil as it held a feather duster in its hands. "Now, where were we?"
"No! Stop!" laughed Wonder Woman as the evil doll Cecil continued tickling her chest with the feather duster. Tossing the duster away, Cecil went to work on tickling Wonder Woman's underarms. "Ah! No!" hysterically laughed Wonder Woman.
Suddenly, Michelle appeared through the doorway. "Get away from her!" yelled Michelle as she picked up Cecil and threw him across the room, hitting the wall. A loud 'thud' later, Cecil was groggy and confused.
"Whoa...you're strong, babe, stop her!" yelled Cecil, and a dozen or so puppets and dolls leaped on top of Michelle, wrapping white gauze around her body, until she fell onto the floor wrapped up like a mummy from her neck to her ankles.
"Ungh! Ungh!" grunted Michelle as she started to try to break free.
Meanwhile, in another part of the room, a gagged Emily was struggling to get loose from the string that bound her tightly. The harlequin puppet was keeping her company, though, and occasionally tickled her feet.
"Mmm! Mmm!" giggled Emily.
"Where's Emily?" sternly asked Wonder Woman.
"I don't think you're in any position to make demands, Wonder Woman, but I'll tell you. She's in the attic also, and is quite safe. This is my great theft operation, Wonder Woman, and I don't want you to screw it up. My puppets and I have this neat operation of stealing valuables since we are small enough to evade the security systems in addition to escaping through air ducts. Pretty sweet, huh?"
Wonder Woman gave no response and merely angrily looked at him while she struggled against her bonds.
"Nothing to say? Perhaps this will generate a response..." smiled Cecil as he began tickling Wonder Woman's underarms again.
"No! Stop! Stop it!" giggled Wonder Woman.
Meanwhile, Michelle had managed to wiggle her arms free from the gauze cocoon. Grabbing Cecil from behind, Michelle began slamming it on the floor over and over again like a club.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" yelled out Cecil.
"Untie me and Wonder Woman NOW!" commanded Michelle.
"Okay, okay..." said Cecil, and he motioned to some other puppets which quickly untied Wonder Woman and cut the gauze from Michelle.
"Bring Emily to us and untie her too," said Michelle.
Reluctantly, Cecil released Emily as well and gave the stolen diamonds back to the trio to be returned to their owners.
After Michelle released her grip on Cecil, Cecil dashed toward the end of the attic and said, "You're never gonna take me in alive!" as a puff of smoke appeared out of nowhere and suddenly Cecil disappeared! The puppets, without the magic Cecil possessed, dropped to the floor as harmless toys.
"Thank you, Michelle," smiled Wonder Woman. Michelle smiled back.
Michelle and Emily got dressed and left to go to the police to return the stolen diamonds. Wonder Woman remained behind to make sure Cecil and his minions were long gone.
Unknown to Wonder Woman, another woman had snuck into the resort hotel and set up shop in the basement, filled with assorted gadgets and gizmos. Viewing Wonder Woman on the monitor screen, the woman said, "Yes, Wonder Woman, come downstairs and you will soon have the pleasure of meeting...DR. GIGGLES!"Giggles strapped Wonder Woman down at her shoulders, waist, arms, thighs, and finally her feet.
Dr. Giggles then placed a series of miniature vibrators on Wonder Woman's vagina, sliding them gently under the blue and white starred satin portion of her costume. Activating the mini vibrators, Wonder Woman's breasts hardened and vagina moistened, making Wonder Woman stir.
"Mmmmm? Oh! Oh, that feels nice. What the-?" exclaimed Wonder Woman as she awoke and struggled against the straps.
"It will do you no good, Wonder Woman...while your strength should be enough to break free, you cannot, for you are held captive by your own ecstasy," assured Dr. Giggles.
"That's absurd!" said Wonder Woman as she tried to break loose with no luck. In response, Dr. Giggles elevated the power, raising the stimulation level.
"Ohhh! Oooooo! Ohh!" moaned Wonder Woman. "Stop! Stop it!" panted Wonder Woman. "These are making me moisten!"
"That is the idea, my dear...perhaps full power is in order...." smiled Dr. Giggles as she raised it to full power.
"OHHHH! OOOOOOOH! YES! YES!" cried out Wonder Woman as the vibrators induced an orgasm. "AHHHH! YES!" yelled Wonder Woman as she fainted lightly with heavy panting.
"Hmmm, makes me wet just watching this," smiled Dr. Giggles as she turned off the machine. "Rest while you can, Wonder Woman, because the fun has just begun...." said Dr. Giggles as she untied Wonder Woman.
Dr. Giggles then placed Wonder Woman on a bed and bound her hands above her head with a strange, red scarf, and then spread her legs and bound her ankles to the bed posts with some more red scarves. Laying at Wonder Woman's side, Dr. Giggles began to rub and massage Wonder Woman's crotch area.
"MMMMmmm?" stirred Wonder Woman. "Oh!" said Wonder Woman in surprise.
"I knew that would wake you up. Now for some tickling...." smiled Dr. Giggles as she began tickling Wonder Woman's ribs and underarms.
"AH! NO! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NO! AH! UUU! UUU! AH! NO!" laughed Wonder Woman as she fainted again from the intense tickling. Removing the scarf bonds and removing Wonder Woman's boots, Dr. Giggles went to real work. Procuring some silk ropes, Dr. Giggles tied Wonder Woman's hands behind her back and then bound her elbows together. Afterwards, Dr. Giggles criss-crossed some ropes around Wonder Woman's chest and legs, then binding them together around her thighs and ankles. Lastly, Dr. Giggles wrapped an intricate crotch rope around Wonder Woman's vaginal area.
Wonder Woman stirred. "You tied me up again!" angrily said Wonder Woman, struggling to get loose. This time, as Wonder Woman struggled, she felt something rub against her clitoris, making her moisten.
"Surprised, Wonder Woman? The more you struggle, the more of a sexual response you generate! Keep it up, and you will induce your own orgasm!" gloated Dr. Giggles.
"NO!" exclaimed Wonder Woman in denial as she struggled to get loose, making her breasts hard and vagina moisten in before.
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Wonder Woman.
"Because I am a villainess and you are the heroine, my dear," replied Dr. Giggles.
"UNNNNH!" grunted Wonder Woman in a final surge of strength, breaking free of the ropes.
"uh-oh...." muttered Dr. Giggles as Wonder Woman walked toward her with an angry look on her face.
Wonder Woman dropped Dr. Giggles off at the police station and returned back to the resort with Michelle and Emily in the form of Diana Prince.
"Wow! I'm glad that's over with. Now we can relax...." smiled Emily.
"We'll see," Diana replied. "We shall see...."
THE END | null | Chapter 2 | Collections/LEXtext/WW/ww2.txt |
1,390 | null | X-Men: Condition of Psylock 2-2 | "Hey, Wolvie. What took so long? I mean, if Gambit beat you back here, your age must be getting to you." She didn't dare assume anything when it came to his hidden agendas. Sitting at a small nearby table, Gambit, already in his outfit, ate the breakfast prepared earlier. Rogue sat partially on a countertop eating her share. Beast hung from a conveniently placed bar in the corner of the extended kitchen. Just down the hall came the leader of the team, struggling with each step, still quite dazed, Jean helping him along.
Gambit looked at Psylocke every few moments, turning his attention back down to his food, his eyes never meeting Rogue's all through breakfast. Scott's head always kept Betsy in view, even though Jean stood right next to him. Jubilee stepped next to Logan, and Betsy went to get her share. Wolverine glanced around nervously, wondering why no one else could smell what had just happened. Jean held his gaze, but his fear of discovery was more disconcerting than her look.
Gambit was the next to address Logan, "So, you got sum'tin' planned fo' us today, Wolverine?"
Hesitating a moment, he responded, "I spent all night working on a Danger Room sequence that should prepare us for our next mission. Charlie told me yesterday about what we have to do. It's supposed to be simple, but we have to be ready for anything. Of course, the Danger Room is only for the fighting aspects of the mission, but the opponents we might be facing would be rather unique, even for us. I'll explain it in the briefing room. Scotty, make sure you bring the mission folder Chuck left in your room yesterday."
"Yeah, sure." He was clearly out of it, still. As he looked at Psylocke, she refused to engage in eye contact. Jean nudged him, and they just dabbled in the hash browns.
Psylocke stood by herself in front of the sink, vaguely listening. Rogue approached her, saying, "Hey, Bets. You been workin' early this mornin'? Ah think you been a bit too serious, lately."
"No, Rogue. I've just been trying to sort some things out. How are you and Gambit doing?"
"As well as any couple could without kissin'. You know, you should use that body o' yours to get yourself a man. Ah think you'd feel a lot better."
At the suggestion, Beast notwithstanding, the men kept Betsy in the corner of an eye, and an ear directed straight at her, awaiting the reply.
"I'm not sure if I should. I think I've gotten through everything pretty well, just by keeping an arms distance from personal."
"Come on, I've got to have someone to live my fantasies for me."
'If only you knew' Psylocke thought, but didn't project. "Let me know sometime, then. Maybe I can get some juicy gossip for your sick libido." Psylocke made sure to smile when she said it, drawing the laugh.
Logan interjected, "Since our fearless leader doesn't seem to be quite here yet, Everyone to the War Room in fifteen minutes. Jean, you can come along, too, if you want."
"I think I will. Thank you, Logan." She let her eyes linger, just to make sure he was uncomfortable.
"Well, Rogue, I've got to shower before our big briefing here, so I'll see you there."
Beast watched everyone, silently noting the oddness.She jumped up and kissed his cheek, like a little girl.
Madrox, the Multiple Man, feeling rather stressed, decided to relieve himself, the way only he could. "Val? I've already made my dupes for mission, and I have a couple sitting monitoring the War Room. I'm going to eat now, okay?"
"Sure, Jamie. Actually, mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." As he turned from her for the slightest second, his tight grin escaped him a second until it returned as he turned back.
"So, where's the kitchen, Jamie?"
"It's down this hall, last door on the right. By the way, Val. Pick a number between one and a hundred."
"I've always hated games like that. Okay, a hundred. A hundred what?"
"Oh, you'll see."
As they arrived, he turned the knob, let Val enter the dark room first. Stepping behind her, he punched the frame of the door with both hands. As his mutant ability dictated, two Madroxes appeared on either side of her. Stepping inside, he closed the door, but left the light off.
"By the way, Val, this isn't the kitchen." The two dupes held her arms tight and her mouth covered. "Oh, and a hundred is the number of dupes you gotta empty before the night's over." Her eyes were wide, and her body was tense. As she kicked one of them, another one appeared in front of her. This one systematically began removing her clothes. First her skirt was dropped, and then her panties joined it. Next, her suit jacket reached the pile, and then her blouse was torn from her, just to shock her. Her bra was first flipped down, and then removed.
"You've always been in charge, haven't ya' babe? Well, guess who's in charge now."
She was thrown to a bed, her screams now echoing in the enclosed room. "Jamie!! How dare you! You have no idea what I can do to you, do you?"
"Maybe not, but I have a great idea as to what you can do for me."
"I mean it, Jamie. I barely lasted that last time when there were only ten of you."
"You always said, we need to grow. Don't try to excuse yourself from your own rules, now. I tell you what, I'll let you off with ten this time. Tomorrow, you get twenty, the day after, thirty, and then forty. That way, you can still make that hundred mark you set earlier."
"Jamie..."
"Val? Remember, I outnumber you. Let's see, there are four of me, right now." Two hits to each of the other three allowed six more to join the fray. "Okay. Now Val, you know how I like to start, so get to work."
Crawling off of the bed, she walked on her knees over the first one. Looking up at him, she took his partially flacid member between her lips. Once he was fully at attention, she went onto the next one. After all ten of them were sufficiently hard, she fell to her hands. The first one she sucked to firmness mounted her from behind. The next one she helped stepped in front of her to receive more oral ministrations. The others encircled the three, gently stroking themselves as she submitted to the sandwich.
Feeling their spasms increasing, she felt no need to draw them out, so she increased the pressure her tongue was delivering, and pushed back on the one behind her. Her back arched and her mouth overflowed as they each came into her.
"Two down, Val. Good job. Now,"
"Try me," another stepped forward. Pulling her to her feet, he maneuvered her to the bed, lay her down, facing up, and slid into her, missionary style. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing gently, and his motions revealed his awareness to her body.
The others waited in the shadows. The eyes didn't move as he calmly increased his thrusts and spilled himself into her.
"After such a tender display (I'm so ashamed of me)"
"I get to chart some unexplored territory," another finished again. Gruffly picking her up, leaving her face in a pillow, and facing her down, his member found its way between her smooth, firm buttocks. Holding out a hand, he received a tube of lubricant from another, and he placed a golf ball sized load on her puckered hole. With his tip, he mashed slowly into the pile, and then slowly wedged his way in. As his hips met hers, he withdrew completely, and started over. Suddenly, he pushed his entire length into her, and found the muffled scream. Rapidly, he thrust into her rear, as her screams died down to a silent open mouth. As he neared his climax, he reached forward, grabbed her long blond hair, and pulled her up, making the angle more difficult on her, making her tighten around his spewing length.
"Oh, man. That was great. I gotta try that." The next one mimicked him, but pulled her up by grabbing her breasts from behind as he sent his load into her.
"Okay, Val. That's four of me. Now, we'll make you feel better. Guys?"
Four more stepped forward, each grabbing a limb. Facing her up, they tied her to the posts, spread-eagled, classically. One of them climbed between her knees, his face in her groin. Another straddled her stomach, and the last two stood on the side of the bed. The first one set his lips to hers, his tongue darting around her genitalia. The one on her chest rested his member between her breasts. The other two placed their lips on her nipples, their hands pressing her breasts together. Her moans were instantaneous, and deep. As she tried to twist and writhe, her frustration at the ties heightened her pleasure. The penis between her breasts now started to oscillate. In the throes of her bondage, the waves of her orgasms passed over her in rapid succession.
At the height of it, she felt herself penetrated below and another presented himself to her lips. She accepted this out of sheer gratitude, and as she fellt one spill himself between her legs, she lost track of the member between her breasts. Opening her eyes, she found another member in waiting by her mouth, and a hand stroking it. Just as one pulled back, the other touched on her lips. With the two heads touching each other right in front of her mouth, they sent simultaneous loads into her mouth.
When the flow stopped, and she came up for air, she felt her bonds being broken. Moved over in the bed, the original Madrox lay down next to her. His member resting on her thigh, she rolled over on top of him and settled down onto it. The other two stepped onto the bed. One came up behind her, settling himself between his creator's legs, he moved his member up into the rear of his superior. Val yelped as he reached full depth. As she opened her mouth for a large breath, the last one's instrument found its sheath. The indomitable triange was formed, and everyone was being more than satisfied.
Being the same person, they all found a simultaneous orgasm, filling her every orifice. Val collapsed onto the groins of Madrox, and they collapsed onto her. She drifted into a fierce slumber as she was settled into the bed more comfortably.
The War room was busy with roughly forty Madroxes running around, doing various tasks, checking monitors, scribbling down odd notes, and generally keeping the job as difficult as possible.
In the hangar, the two teams, with all thirteen mutants boarded the Blackbird and found their seats. Guido remained slightly cramped in the tail of the place. Lorna Dane, known commonly as Polaris, walked back to the compartment he was strapped into, and checked his harnesses. "Gee, thanks, Lorna. Did I ever tell you how ravishing you look when you strap me in?"
"Every chance you get, Guido." Her voice was tight, and nonchalant.
"You know, Lorn', I think you should really look into working out with bigger men. I think you're the second best looking person in the world."
"And who's supposed to be the best, Guido?" she was still checking his belt.
"Ce moi." His fingers fanned across his neckline just to imitate a commercial model.
She giggled slightly. "Oh, really, now. Guido, you should watch who you flirt with, 'cuz you might not always get what you expect."
"Oh, don't break my heart, Lorna." His lips formed a pout that melted her icy demeanor.
"Oh, come on, Guido. I'll always love you." She kissed his cheek, and left a big grin on his face.
In an coffeehouse on the outskirts of London, two faces hovered over a wooden checkerboard. Plain pieces rested on its surface as a clockhand on one of two faces moved silently.
"So tell me, Gamesmaster, exactly who are we playing against?"
"The challenge of the game is to measure the opponent, not identify him. You really must learn quicker to be a key member of the Upstarts, young Shinobi."
"But the Acolytes are just as worthy opponents as the X-Men. What use is it not to let us know who the game is with?"
"I have reasons for every move in the game. The opponents constantly change, but the game still goes on. The opening, even though non-standard, is still rather predicible in its outcome. The middle game has been played to the fullest by the X-Men in the past. Now with the Acolytes coming onto the board, the only thing changing is the perspective. The goal remains the same, only now we're looking at the board from a slightly different angle."
"Your riddles are tiresome. Why don't you speak plainly?"
"If I did that, I'd be no better than a mutant."
"So what are we up against here, Scott?"
"We're not exactly sure, but with Madrox and Val running the mansion, and hooking up with a couple contacts here, I'm sure we'll be more than enough for them."
"Who are our contacts?"
"You'll see them in a couple seconds." Before the hatch even opened, two more were among the crew on the grounded plane. The smell of brimstone marked off the presence of Nightcrawler. And the spooky phasing ability of another through the floor made everyone aware that Kitty Pryde, aka Shadowcat, was present.
After all of the pleasantries were done, eventually outside due the cramped quarters of the jet. As they headed off to the cars in waiting, Polaris heard a soft but definite cry, "Lorna..."At that moment, she forgot to let Guido out of the harness in the Blackbird, and guessed that he fell asleep. Telling everyone else just to leave a car for her, she ran back to the plane. As she entered the compartment he sat in, she found him in tears as his large fingers were unable to manipulate the harness. Seeing him like this made her maternal nature come out and she hugged him as she magnetically undid the lock.
"Oh, Guido. I'm sorry. It's just that Kitty and Kurt showed up and we all got wrapped up in greeting them."
"Don't worry about it Lorna." He sniffled quietly, his childish performance unquestioned. "I'm used to being left alone. Lila did it before. I would've just waited until nightfall to break the damn thing and go back home, wherever that is." The guilt trip worked flawlessly.
"Oh, come on, Guido. I'll never leave you like that again." She hoped he understood her. "How can I make it up to you?"
Guido understood perfectly. "Help me out of this cubicle." As he tried to get up, she pressed against the wall, trying to direct his huge body out the door. Unable to avoid contact, his chest pressed against her face as he stood. Unable to look down, she felt something push at her stomach.
"Guido, back off, you're crushing me."
"Sorry, Lorna." He pulled away, only long enough to shut the door as she looked down to see his huge penis poking her. For some reason, she didn't quite expect this from an eight-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound man. Perhaps she never thought about it.
"Guido, what are you doing?"
"Trying to be made up to." With that, he lifted her by her uniform, and let her fall out of it as though a rag doll. Her pants still on, he pulled them down to fully expose her.
"Oh, God, Guido. I don't think it's going to happen. We both already know that we shouldn't, but I just don't think it would fit in the first place."
"I think we should make it fit the first place, since the second would be even worse, Lorna."
"Guido, I'm serious."
"So am I, Ms. Dane. First, say ahhh..."
"Guido..." was all she could get out before it was at her lips. Even as she opened her mouth, only about five inches of him could fit into her straining mouth.
"Oh, Ms. Dane. I don't think your mouth was made for this," was his response after a few minutes of trying to work her tongue, just before he took himself out.
"Guido. I really don't think this is going to work."
"Work with me here, Lorna. Open 'em wide."
As she spread her legs, he noted first her absolute baldness below, and then asked her, "Do you shave, or are you normally like this?"
"It was completely removed, back in the days when the Shadow King was in control of Legion. He yanked it out hair by hair."
"I was just wondering, what color it was."
"Just like all the blondes you normally see, it was brown."
"Then?" he dawdled a finger through her green locks.
"It was a bet I made with Havok. He bet me he could make me come thirty times in an hour."
"And if he hadn've won?"
"His hair would be green."
"Oh," he sat in mild contemplation. "Climb on up, Lorna. There's only fifteen inches to take. This was the main reason Lila kept me around for so long. No one else could fill her up like I could."
"I'm trying to, Guido, but look."
Bending down slightly, the height between their groins was matched, except the shadow of the head of his penis completely covered her open lips. In wonder, he prodded against it a couple times, drawing a couple yelps from Lorna.
"Okay, then. Try my finger first." With that, his index finger slid effortlessly into her.
"Oh, God, Guido. That's thicker than Alex."
"Okay, then try this one." His middle finger, soon replaced his index.
"Christ. That's worse than the Shadow King."
"Good. Now try them both on for size." As they both penetrated her, she let forth a ghastly scream, and if not for her juices flowing down his hand, she might have projected and image of pain.
"Good, Lorna. Now, you seem ready." He lifted her onto him, her weight resting on the head.
She reached down, pulled her thighs up, and tried to pull the lips apart even further.
"Jesus Fucking Christ. Guido, it's going in. I never thought I could."
"I always knew you could, Lorna. Now, hold onto something. I want to give you a good sound fucking."
Her hands reached out and got hold of some cables, and her legs moved from his chest to around his waist. His hands held her buttocks and supported her lower body. When she settled into place, he started moving himself further into her. Even as her eyes rolled and fluttered, he kept going until reaching a barrier two inches short of complete penetration.
"Don't do it, Guido. It that's my cervix you're bumping into."
"I know, Lorna." At that, he began to withdraw himself. When his head was the only part remaining inside her, he began to thrust his length back into her. She cursed as he picked up speed. She cursed as he bumped her cervix again. She cursed as he shoved a finger into her rectum.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, and a good pint of fluid from her, Guido yelled to her, "I'm gonna cum now, Lorna. I'm gonna be in real deep, too, so hang on." As his load started to loose into her, she accepted its warmth. Still more came out, and he began to slide out of her. When he slipped free, he let her hang from the cables, and aimed his spurting member at her, each load landing on a different part. Her face was being drenched, her breasts, completely covered, her thighs, glistening. When he let it down, a string still hung from it to her, and then to the floor.
"Oh, God, Guido. I never knew you had so much."
"Anytime you want a bath, just let me know, honey." With that, he replaced himself in his pants. "We better get you cleaned up. Do you remember where we're supposed to be going?"
"Yeah, an inn just outside of London. They should have left directions in the car."
"Gee, Lorna. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Here, hand me a towel, would ya'?" She proceeded to wipe herself down. "Now Guido, you have to be careful. If Alex catches you, you'll be off the team."
"Oh, don't worry about him. I'm sure, by the time this is over, that everything should be worked out."
"Well, I just want to say that I warned you." She proceeded to get dressed, and lead them to the car. She let the rain pour on her outside. On a backstreet, she even got out and stripped, allowing the rain to wash any more evidence from her. Guido just watched. | null | 2-2 | Collections/LEXtext/X-Men/xmen4.txt |
1,399 | null | The Girls of Friends (2/2) | "Hey, Rachel, I'm home!" Monica called out as she entered the house. She looked around, seeing nothing around her but a little bit of water on the floor. She sighed, grabbing some paper towels and cleaning the mess up. "Come on, guys, when you make a mess, clean it-" She rose to her feet, looking towards the door of Rachel's room. "-up," she finished with a breath.
Standing at her door was a totally naked man, with firm, well-defined muscles and a long penis that stuck out at least a foot. His hair was a light brown, with bright, green eyes that looked right at her.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "Rachel and I had gotten a little carried away with our activities, and we didn't have the time to clean up." His voice was deep, and incredibly friendly. Monica felt a small twinge appear, helped by Steve's stimulator.
"Oh, that's okay," she said, fidgeting slightly in her arousal. "It's just been a long cock- I mean day." She turned around to the sink, hiding her embarrassment from her faux pas.
Steve took in this lady's good looks, from her short cropped black hair to her bright blue eyes. She was wearing a short pleated skirt with a button blouse that did little to hide her well-shaped breasts. He started walking towards her, his long cock acting like a divining rod.
Monica turned around, finding the handsome- and naked!- stranger standing right in front of her. His penis was just a few inches from her pussy, while he stood another 10 inches away.
"If you'll excuse me," he said, reaching behind her. He reached behind her, pulling a glass off the shelf. His cock tilted down, slipping underneath her short skirt. He stepped forward, turning on the sink and filling his glass. His cock lifted up her dress, rubbing against her silk panties.
Steve brought the cup to his lips, watching as the girl's eyes got wide as his cock pressed right into her sweet snatch. Her eyes glazed over just a moment, and he could feel her press into him.
Monica suddenly came to her senses. This was some guy that Rachel had brought home, and his large cock was pressing right into her cunt! She slid to one side, smiling politely.
"Well, I think I'm going to freshen up a little, if you don't mind," she said, trying to keep her eyes off of his large cock.
"Feeling a little tense," he asked, walking towards her again. He took her hand, pulling her towards him. Monica twisted her wrist, cutting off the contact.
"Really, I don't think this is a good idea," she told him, feeling her anger rise.
"You're probably right," he said, that smile still on his face. "But, I just can't help myself." Steve took one giant step forward, grabbing her shirt with both hands. He pulled it apart, the buttons exploding everywhere. She wasn't wearing a bra, her small but well-shaped breasts holding up fine on their own. He pulled her to him, pressing those soft mounds into his chest.
"What the hell- let me go!" Monica snapped as she tried to pull away. Steve kept both hands on her blouse as she twisted, her nipples feeling wonderful against his naked chest. His hard-on kept connecting with her skirt and panties as she moved.
He let go of his right hand, reaching down at her panties, tearing them off. Monica turned around to run, slipping out of her blouse as she did so. Her heels impeded her progress, tripping her onto the couch.
Steve wasted no time. He slid up behind her, pulling up her skirt. Monica tried pulling herself away, but Steve's hands were already on her smooth thighs, pulling them apart and towards him. The head of his penis connected with her snatch, slightly wet from the Stimulator, but it would have to do.
Monica kept crying out, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her and come to her rescue. Surely that grumpy old man downstairs could hear her! Unfortunately for her, Steven's force field system prevented the movement of sound beyond the apartment's radius, effectively silencing her to the outside world.
Steven started forcing his stiff cock into Monica's tight pussy. Her cunt hairs scraped against his penis as his head parted her pussy lips and started moving inside. There was just enough moisture for his penetration for his tool to move in and out. She was incredibly tight, and Steven almost wondered if he was going to even get inside. Then he smiled to himself; of course he'd get inside. He grabbed her breasts and pulled her onto him.
Monica held a death grip onto the couch, trying too pull herself away. She remembered her first fuck, when Ross had entered her room all those years ago and shoved his 5-inch cock into her. She had thought that tiny pecker was enormous at the time. Now, she knew true size as the monster started working its way inside of her. The head suddenly popped into the tight ring of her cunt, the sensation threatening to tear her apart.
"No- don't do this- we'll get the couch dirty" she squealed as the long cock pushed further up inside of her. Steven couldn't fuck her like he wanted, her incredible tightness feeling wonderful, but restricting. He fed her another inch, working it into her as she struggled. His hands kept kneading her apple-sized tits. She would raise her hips every few moments to get away, her smooth thighs rubbing against his legs. Then he'd pull her back down, impaling another half an inch of her onto his cock.
"Damn, seems like I'm stuck in second gear," he said as he tried to pick up the pace. It was going easier now, as her juices started to make her hole slicker every time he pressed further inside. He was now able to work several inches into a steady back and forth movement, pressing further and further inside of her. He started moving faster, feeling her body react against her will.
"Feel that, cunt?" he asked her as she started pushing onto him. She would cry out every time he worked himself further inside of her, the pain/pleasure jolting through her.
"Oh, god, don't do- I'm ovulating, please," she cried out as her pussy kept pushing back onto his prick, eating more of it with every stroke. She knew that right now was the most dangerous time for her, that her egg was sitting inside her womb, just waiting for a man's sperm to fertilize it, but she couldn't make herself stop fucking this man. He had worked all but the last few inches inside of her, the enormous head pressing against her cervix. A part of her kept crying out to stop this, to prevent herself from getting pregnant, but she was too far gone to notice. All she could feel was the violation, not knowing that the same man who was about to knock her up had just taken care of her best friends.
Steven felt his cock begin to lengthen, signaling his upcoming orgasm. He pushed even harder into her, snorting air out of his nostrils from his exertion. Monica had stopped struggling and started pressing back into him. She couldn't see their joined parts with her skirt in the way, but she could feel the large knob begin to work itself right into her unprotected womb. "Don't- not inside of me- not- in- side! AHHH!" Monica cried out as the first hot spurt erupted inside of her, coating her inner walls. Her body started shaking in tremendous orgasm, her cunt muscles milking and pulling on his cock.
Steven kept fucking her, his orgasm burning into his mind. His eyes rolled back into their sockets as he gave himself up to the sensations, squirting thick streams of his sperm into her, feeling her belly swell slightly from the enormous amounts of cum flooding her body. He fell onto her, feeling the last few drops dribble into her as she came down from her orgasm.
The two of them lay there for a few minutes, exhausted from their ordeal. Steven recovered first. He used the Inhibitor on her, putting her into a deep sleep. He then collected his clothing, put on his hat, and stepped out into the night, collapsing the force field on his way out. He went back to his hotel and started packing to leave town.
Aftermath
Life changed for the three girls of FRIENDS, their bellies starting to swell through the season. This, of course, opened up a whole new line of pregnancy jokes, especially the episode when all three went into labor at the same time. All three girls never told what had really happened, leading Chandler, Joey, and Ross to think there were different men and all three girls were just unlucky.
Monica kept her child and started up a new line of baby food, using her picture on the cover. While not an overnight success, her picture got her several modeling jobs, including a Penthouse spread that helped her launch her cookbook, "Cooking Naked," which was an overnight success, thanks to the plentiful pictures for instructions. Her son grew up to become a world-famous chef.Phoebe never did make it as a singer, but married a physicist who returned from Russia after discovering the first proof of gravitational particles, a theorem which led to Steven's own time machine a few centuries later. They had a beautiful baby girl and several children after that.
Rachel, unsure of what to do, slept with Ross a few days later. After her doctor appointment which confirmed her pregnancy, she told him that he was the father. The two of them argued about marriage, Rachel unsure, and Ross not wanting to turn another woman lesbian. In the end, they married, the stress causing Rachel to go into labor. Since both Steven and Rachel were light-haired with greenish to hazel eyes, the baby boy looked enough like Ross to make him think that he was the father. The only clue he had that maybe it wasn't him was the fact that the child sported a 4-inch penis at birth, and grew to 15 inches by puberty. He never really knew, though, and was a wonderful father and husband.
And Steven? Well, we can forget our hero. He left New York just to make sure he wasn't caught, his body changing his fingerprints and other characteristics to make him impossible to trace. He moved into a little apartment building in California on the corner of Melrose Place. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Friends/TheGirlsofFriends2.txt |
1,407 | null | The Sexual Escapades of Christina Ricci: Episode IV: At the Movies | "I'm telling you, that's her!" Bruce whispered to John.
"Why do you think it's her?" John asked.
"Because it IS her, John."
It had been two weeks since they had finished the sixth grade and school had let out for the summer. So far, John and Bruce had spent every free day at the movies. Since they had seen everything else, they were going to watch "Flipper" today. They had found themselves completely alone in the theater and sat in the front aisle. Fifteen minutes before the movie was supposed to start, though, a woman wearing a black sweatsuit and a pink headband had come into the theater and sat in the back row. Bruce could have sworn that the woman was sixteen-year-old child actress Christina Ricci.
"Okay, so what if it IS her? Then what?" John asked.
"I dunno," Bruce answered.
"Alright, Bruce, I'll tell you what. I'll give you ten bucks if you touch her boobs."
"Ten bucks! But how--"
"Just walk up to her and grab 'em. You HAVE to do it. I mean, it's a dare, so you've got to do it."
"Uh, okay. Ten bucks, right?"
"Ten bucks. Swear to God."
The movie still hadn't started when Bruce took one last quick look back to make sure it really WAS Christina Ricci. She had lit a cigarette and was puffing away like a chimney, albeit the sexiest chimney in the world. Bruce couldn't believe that she was smoking in a movie theater. The fact that she WAS smoking, though, was what cemented in Bruce's mind that it really was Christina Ricci; he figured only someone famous would try to get away with smoking in a movie theater.
Chris had been jogging and decided to catch a movie before making the run back home. She chose "Flipper" because she thought Elijah Wood was cute and also because she was going to be doing a film with him soon. And also because she knew the theater would be pretty much deserted, which it was. When she came in, there were two kids, probably age eleven or twelve, in the front row but that was it. They kept looking back and staring at her, but she didn't care. Chris figured they wouldn't mind if she smoked--chances were they probably smoked too--so she lit up a cigarette.
Chris took a drag and saw that the smaller of the boys had stood up and was walking towards the back of the auditorium. She figured he was going to leave to use the restroom, but he didn't. When he got to Chris' aisle, he started walking towards her. He stopped in front of her and just stared at her with a stupid grin on his face.
Chris took another drag and skillfully exhaled the smoke up towards the kid's face. "What?" she said, annoyed.
"Um..." The kid's stupid grin got bigger as he reached forward and groped Chris.
"You little perv!" Chris screamed at him as she pushed his hands away from her tits. She stood up, but the kid was blocking the way; she called him "LITTLE perv," but he was actually two or three inches taller than her and outweighed her by a good deal. She started to walk down the aisle in the opposite direction, but the other kid was there. He was a couple inches taller than the first kid and much heavier. Chris put the cigarette between her lips and started to push the bigger kid so she could get past him, but he grabbed her arms and easily forced her to sit back down.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chris said. Her voice was trembling and she nervously puffed on the cigarette.
"There's no smoking in the theater, miss," the bigger kid said with a chuckle, then he stole the cigarette from Chris' lips and threw it to the ground, smashing it with his shoe.
"You little shit-heads!" Chris protested. A second later, the smaller boy slapped her right cheek and she started crying.
"Ahh, poor baby," he said.
Chris tried to curl up into a ball but the boys picked her up and placed her on the floor. She was whimpering like a little girl as they pulled her sweatshirt off and she put her hands over her sports bra-covered tits to try and stop them from advancing further. "No, no. Pleeeease don't," she begged. Both boys laughed as they removed her pants and envied her body, completely naked except for the sports bra and a pair of little cotton panties. She thought about screaming for help, but feared another slap to her face; as an actress, she couldn't afford risking her beauty.
John and Bruce had stripped Christina Ricci of her clothes and dignity, but now what? They were twelve and had no experience in matters of sex. They felt so powerful making a famous woman cry, but didn't know what should come next. They looked at each other and shrugged, then John remembered a phrase he had heard once.
John looked down and said, "Give me a blow job, whore." He didn't even know what that meant and neither did Bruce.
Christina Ricci looked up at John and stopped crying, just stared at him with a "please don't make me" face. "Now!" John shouted. She got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Her hand fished around in his underwear and grabbed hold of his flaccid dick. Her soft touch made it firm in a matter of seconds, but completely erect it was still barely three inches long.
Chris was getting over her fright, but really, really didn't want to suck this little dick. She knew she had to, though, and figured she could make him cum fast, if he even had the ability TO cum! Chris swallowed the dick whole and it was quickly covered with her saliva. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked swiftly and within sixty seconds her mouth was filled with cum. She turned her head, the little penis coming out of her mouth, and spit the cum onto the floor.
"There, asshole," Chris said while wiping her mouth. "Are you happy now?"
The big kid didn't say anything, but was obviously happy. After experiencing what Chris figured was probably his first orgasm, he had almost fallen down and was now sitting down with a huge smile on his face.
"Now me," the smaller kid said, a little nervous.
"Fuck you!" Chris shouted at him. He started to raise his hand as if he was going to slap her again and Chris started to cry again. "Okay, okay," she said, "just don't hit me again."
"That's better, whore!"
Chris couldn't control her tears as she unzipped his pants. She was so mad that no one had heard them, and that no one had come to save her. She had no choice but to continue and so she did. This time she found a completely erect cock. It was a little bigger than the other one, but not by much. These were definitely the two smallest cocks she had ever had, not that she had had very many before.
Fighting back the humiliation, Chris inserted the purple head of this 12-year-old punk's dick between her lips and licked it, moving her tongue in circular motions, tasting precum. Chris had always loved the taste of cum and precum, but she couldn't stand his', though she knew that it was all psychological, and that his cum really tasted the same as Mac's.
Chris opened her mouth wider and caressed his shaft with the tip of her tongue. Then, wanting to make quick work of him like she did his friend, Chris closed her mouth tightly around the small dick and, while slobbering all over it, moved up and down rapidly. Up and down. Up and down. This kid had more staying power than the first one, but it still took only a few minutes before cum was dripping from her lips and filled her mouth. She spat this batch onto the floor the same as she did the first and again wiped her mouth.
"Okay!" Chris said. "Are we done now? Can I leave now?" She was now wiping the tears from her eyes and neither of the boys answered, but just sat there with stupid grins on their faces. Chris saw this as an opportunity to make a break, so she stood up, quickly grabbed her sweats and started to walk away when the big kid stood up and grabbed her. He pushed her down onto one of the chairs.
"You're not leaving," he told her. He grabbed her tits and Chris tried to stop him, but it was no use. She also couldn't stop him from taking her sports bra off. She felt so humiliated as they gawked at her bare tits and tried to cover them but was physically stopped from doing so.
John and Bruce weren't sure how all of this had happened; it had started off as an innocent dare and now they were looking at real life boobs for the first time! They both had the same thought: touching's got to be even better than looking. John was determined to be the first to touch them and was about to when one of the theater's doors opened and an usher walked in.
"Heeeelp! Please help me!" Chris shouted as she saw the young man walk into the auditorium. With amazing speed, her two attackers bolted out towards another set of doors and vanished. Their pants were still unzipped.
"Oh, Lord, thank you," Christina Ricci sighed as she sat there with cum on her face, wearing only panties. As the young usher came to help her, she looked up and noticed that the movie hadn't even started yet.-------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------
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1,409 | Rufus13319 | Christina Ricci | "Christina, you may go in now," the secretary said in a cheery voice. Christina Ricci stood up and walked to the office door, wondering what this meeting was going to be about. The Buena Vista company had called her a week ago, telling her to come -- it had something to do with her role in the upcoming remake of "That Darn Cat!" for Disney. Christina thought the idea was kind of lame, actually, but the money was good, that's for sure!
After her breakthrough as Wednesday in the two "Addams Family" movies, she had starred in "Casper", "Now and Then", and "Golddiggers". With her long black hair, beautiful face, and shapely body, including a pair of breasts much bigger than most young girls have and a great ass, lots of guys in school -- especially older guys -- had become interested in her. Of course, she was only 15 years old, although she really looked much older than that. She was also wise beyond her years, knowing some of the horror stories of Hollywood.
As she walked into the large office, she saw about ten middle-aged men sitting around one of those big tables you always see in office meetings. One of the men offered her a seat at the far end of the table, facing everyone. Christina was curious -- she had been to a few of these meetings before, but she didn't recognize these guys! The meeting was pretty boring for the first 15 minutes or so, and she began to daydream -- as she often did -- about sex. She was still a virgin, but her hymen had already been broken from masturbation.
"Christina?" "Christina?" She suddenly jolted awake from her daydreams. The head guy was asking her something. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry, sir, what was that?", she asked in her most polite manner. "Would you like to add something? That's why we called you in here!", he said in a warm voice. Christina took a good look at the guys for the first time. They all looked fairly young -- maybe in their mid-thirties. Apparently they were pretty low on the ladder at the company -- they were just asking about insurance policies and stuff like that.
After some more conversation, it turned out the youngest guy was sort of the head exec. The others seemed a bit older, and were eyeing her in a creepy way.
"Christina, do you have any...special talents we aren't aware of?", one guy asked, looking at her breasts. This was new! Christina glared at him. "What do you mean?" He winked. "Just anything that might move you up in Hollywood." Christina looked at each of the men in turn -- they were all staring at her body lustfully. "Sure," she replied, "anything you want."
She climbed onto the table and kneeled. Stretching, she displayed herself to the execs, who were almost frothing at the mouth by now. She pulled her sweater off, revealing her black bra. Reaching back and snapping it off from behind, she tossed it to one of the execs. Now she started with her jeans, unzipping them...
One of the men stopped her -- "No, let me!" he pleaded. Christina stood on the table now, so her crotch was level to his head. The man finished unzipping the jeans and slowly pulled them off. By now she was just in her black, tight-fitting cotton panties and socks (she'd taken her shoes off before.) The man gripped her buttcheeks with his sweaty hands and began licking her young pussy through her panties. He could feel just a little pubic hair there -- after all, she had just been 15 a few days ago! He kept licking, making a round wet spot at the base of her crotch, even darker on the black fabric. Christina loved the feeling, it was the first a guy had gone down on her -- hell, it was the first a guy had done ANYTHING with her!
After a few minutes of this, she came, the first orgasm she'd ever had aside from masturbation. Another guy climbed up on the table behind her and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them from behind. The one who had just eaten her out pulled her wet, messy panties from her. Now a few more guys were on the table, feeling her up with their hands and mouths. One of them gently pushed her body down on the table, so now she lay on her back, looking up at all the lustful men.
Every inch of Christina's body was alive with sensations -- hands rubbing and caressing her, tongues licking and sucking on her soft flesh, and some guys were standing over her jerking-off, pointing their thick cocks downward at her body, so their hot white slime splattered all over her, oozing off and forming a thin puddle all around her. She opened her mouth wide, trying to catch as much of the goo as she could in it, but by now almost her whole little body was covered in a layer of white stuff.
One of them decided to really get down to business, and rammed his hard-on into her now-sopping pussy. Christina gasped (getting cum shot in her mouth in the process) at the feeling -- the dick pumping in and out roughly, grinding against every inch of her tight pussy. As she savored the moment, a guy shoved his cock in her mouth and she had no choice but to suck him off. Not that it was bad -- she loved the feeling of a sweaty, throbbing hunk of flesh in her mouth. He slowly pulled out and back in, letting her kittenish tongue and hot saliva grind his dick into bliss. Just as the cock in her pussy came -- shooting cum up into her belly --the dick in her mouth came too, filling it with the thick, bitter-tasting slime. Christina didn't much like it when the first load smacked into the back of her throat, so she tried to pull his dick out of her mouth, but the guy roughly kept it in, pushing her head against his crotch so she had no choice. In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled up with goo. She tried to swallow the stuff as fast as she could, but it kept pumping out. Just as the guy finally pulled his dick out, she had a chance to swallow the rest, immediately someone else shoved their cock in, and the process started over.
Meanwhile, almost all the guys had taken a turn with her pussy, and by now it was loose and oozing with the guys' cum. One guy went back for seconds, and as his dick plunged into her, thick globs of white cum gushed out, smearing up her inner thighs. After this the men decided her pussy was thoroughly ruined. So they started on her other hole.
They flipped her young body over, hearing her cum-covered body smack against the table, and one of them parted her buttcheeks, exposing her tiny, virgin anus. It was so red it looked swollen. Christina, who still was sucking men's dicks, wasn't happy about this. She had heard from older girlfriends that anal sex was painful. She braced herself as she waited for the pain, and she just went on sucking the dicks that kept shoving in her mouth, swallowing down load after load of cum.
Since all the guys' dicks were smeared with either Christina's pussy juices or Christina's saliva -- and in many cases both -- they didn't bother with lubrication. The first guy shoved just the head of his cock in first. Christina was surprised -- so far it actually felt kind of good. The guy went ahead and rammed his whole length into her, mercilessly pumping in and out, savoring Christina's tight, sticky anal canal. Christina winced. Now it hurt a little, but not as bad as she'd thought. The man watched her anus expand around his thick cock each time he thrust back in, loving the sight of that tiny swollen rosebud stretching as far as it would go. Finally he came, shooting hot cum deep into her bowels. Christina was shocked -- the feeling was unbelievable! She could feel the goo splattering into places so far up in her bowels, it felt like it was shooting into her stomach itself!
So one-by-one the guys now fucked her pretty pink butthole. Pretty soon, it too was oozing cum -- spurting it out as she flexed her anal muscles. The men were amused -- it looked like her butthole was cumming!
The men had finally had enough. They got dressed and left in procession, leaving a few guys behind to see to Christina. The poor girl got up, dripping with sticky cum, and tried to wipe herself off with a towel one man gave her. She got most of it, but her body was still sticky and damp as she got back into her clothes and left the office, sure she would never come to one of these meetings again!
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1,412 | MAW | Hypno Celeb 18: Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis | "Listen to this. 'Probably the only two people in Hollywood who are more alike than Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis are James Coburn and Lee Marvin.'"
"Isn't Lee Marvin dead?"
"Since when has that stopped a good soundbite?"
One had to admit there was a similarity between Winona Ryder and Samantha Mathis. They were about the same height with thin bodies that appeared not to have developed too much since puberty. They both had black hair cut extremely short and attractive features that had earned both the "pixie" label. They were lounging in a suite of a Los Angeles hotel, rehearsing for an upcoming film together. Winona wore a simple pair of jeans with a white shirt. Samantha had on a pair of slacks and a red long-sleeved shirt.
Winona read more of the entertainment section of her paper as she ate the last part of her lunch at a long table. "It's got a complete rundown on us, from Christian Slater to the types of films we've worked in."
"Please tell me it doesn't mention *Super Mario Bros.*," Samantha said. She sat on the couch, finishing a hamburger.
"Don't feel bad. It also mentions *Boys*," Winona replied. She put the paper down and finished off her salad. "So, what'd you think of Christian's kissing?"
"Well, I don't have the wide range of knowledge you do, but I didn't think it was too bad."
"I place him slightly above Lukas Haas, but Daniel-Day Lewis is another story."
Before the two could continue, there was a knock on the door. Getting up, Winona walked over and opened it. Standing on the other side was a handsome young man in a biking outfit, sans helmet which allowed Winona to see his short blond hair. "Hi, I'm Chuck," he said. "I was told to deliver this to you and Ms. Mathis." He held a pair of small wrapped packages out. Curious, Winona took it and began to close the door. "Excuse me," Chuck said. "But I was told to wait until you opened them. I don't know why, but those were the instructions."
By now, Winona and Samantha's curiosity was aroused. They sat down next to each other on the couch and unwrapped the packages. Inside each was a box with a hinged top to it. Simultaneously, the two young women lifted up the lids and looked inside. Instantly, they were blinded by a light flashing right into their eyes. It came from a small disk inside the box which flashed out a multi-colored strobe light into their faces. Their attention instantly captured, Winona and Samantha stared at the disks as the colors washed over their faces.
The two were so enraptured by the disks, they didn't notice Chuck walking further into the room. He swiftly closed the blinds, darkening the room and picked up the phone. Glancing at the couch, Chuck could see the two starlets staring at the disks, their facial muscles relaxing. Sure they weren't paying attention to him, Chuck dialed a number. He didn't even have to wait before it was picked up. "Marv? It's working. Son of a bitch, it's actually working. Those drugs you put in their food really did the trick. Yeah, the subliminals in the disks are doing the trick too. I'm telling you, man, these two are already under. So, you've got the hook-up to the camera set? Great. Sit back and watch the show, buddy."
Hanging up the phone, Chuck turned back to the couch. Winona and Samantha were slightly slumped over, their gazes still fixed on the disks, the strobing lights throwing waves of color onto their blank faces. Gently, Chuck reached over and thumbed a switch on the boxes, turning them off. "Look at me, girls," he commanded. The two fixed their dulled gazes at him. "Winona, Samantha, from now on you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without hesitation. Anything I ask. Isn't that true?"
"..Yes.." The two replied softly.
"Good. Now, stand up and follow me to the bedroom." Chuck led the way as the two rose and followed him with robotic steps, their faces unwavering from his back. Chuck walked into the room and glanced toward the security camera on the wall. If Marv was doing things right, it was recording everything. Chuck quickly undressed, showing off his muscular body. Nude, he fell onto the bed, gazing at the two women who stood swaying before him. "Girls, you are both feeling so excited right now. So excited and so horny. Very horny. It's been a long time since you last fucked girls, and you need it bad. You want it bad. Now, take off all your clothes." He lay back on the bed as the two disrobed.
The similarities between the two remained even when they were nude. A teenager's body for each of them with small breasts, thin hips and nice, smooth legs. The brown patches in between their legs were as dark as the hair on their scalps and Chuck could see them both beginning to shake with excitement. "Come over here, girls. Rid yourself of all inhibitions and come over here. Indulge yourselves." The two crawled onto the bed. Chuck took one with each arm and pulled them to him. He kissed Winona first, then Samantha and was answered with ferocity.
He pulled Winona to him first, moving down her body kissing both of her pert breasts. His cock was already rock hard when he shoved it into her pussy, eliciting a moan. He started slowly, moving himself in and out of her, settling into a tempo that had her groaning. Samantha pulled herself onto Winona, placing her clit right over her mouth. Winona stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Samantha's clit. She kept her rhythm even with Chuck's, sticking her tongue in as he pushed his cock into her. With double pleasure filling her, Winona soon orgasmed, buckling as Chuck came in her. Seconds later, Samantha's cum spilled onto her face, where it was quickly licked up.
The three disengaged and moved into another position. Samantha got onto her hands and knees as Chuck moved his dripping cock into her ass. She gasped as he entered her, driving her forward. Winona lay before Samantha, her clit exposed and open. Chuck began thrusting himself into Samantha, pushing himself into her. Samantha leaned forward, intensity flowing through her. She placed her mouth over Winona's clit and began eating at it. She was pushed further in as Chuck rammed her then out as he pulled back. It was an odd rhythm, feeding the pleasure of all three of them. Chuck shot his wad into Samantha, who gasped in ecstasy. That left her mouth open just in time to catch the juices spilling out of the dark patch of her co-star.
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1,430 | MAW | Hypno Celeb 50: Gillian Anderson and Tea Leoni | "Nervous?" Tea Leoni asked David Duchovny as their limo approached the theater.
"Scared shitless," her husband replied. "'Playing God' didn't get a big premiere like this."
"Well, now you know how I felt at the 'Deep Impact' premiere," Tea replied. She had gone back to a darker color for her short hair and was wearing a nice pair of slacks, a white blouse, and a light sweater. David wore a dark suit that seemed to go well with his film and TV character. "Relax, it'll be okay. You've got a hundred million people around the world glued to that show. Half of them show up and it'll be a hit."
"I'll settle for the half," David smiled as the limo pulled up to the theater. There was a small army of photographers and newspeople there, waiting for the stars of "The X-Files" to arrive at the premiere. There were also several hundred fans who began screaming as David and Tea made their way out of the limo and down the red carpet. It was much the same as when Tea's movie had opened a month earlier. They smiled politely, gave a few soundbites to the right gossip agents and camera crews, and made their way into the theater.
"Gillian!" David called as they got inside. Gillian Anderson was surrounded by a small army of well-wishers. She wore a nice pair of brown slacks, with a light tan blouse and a brown jacket. Her red hair was nicely combed and a smile was on her face. "Thank God, I was afraid I'd be mobbed," she said as she and David had a quick hug.
"Seen Chris?"
"Not yet. Knowing him, he'll probably sneak in at the last moment and leave as soon as the last scene is done."
"David, I'll meet you at our seats," Tea said. "I have to go to the ladies' room."
"No problem," David said as his wife walked off. She smiled, happy once again that she and David had gotten together. They now each had a major summer movie and deals were coming in all the time. She was still debating whether to go back to TV or continue in movies. She entered the ladies' room, surprised to see it empty. Not questioning her fortune, she headed to the nearest toilet.
Just outside, a woman stepped out of the alcove she'd been hiding in when Tea approached. She wore jeans and a red sweatshirt and her long blonde hair reached to her shoulders. She appeared to be in her thirties, with good looks and a sly smile on her face. She placed an "Out of Order" sign on the door and slid inside.
Tea was washing her hands when the woman entered. Tea looked at her, puzzled. Something about the woman seemed familiar, like Tea should know her, but she just couldn't place it exactly. It was like a faint memory pushing at her. "Hi," she said.
"Hello, Tea," the woman smiled. "I'm Sophie."
"Do you work here?" Tea said. "You look more like a member of the public. No offense."
"None taken," Sophie said. "Actually, you invited me."
Tea furrowed her brow. "I did? Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't quite remember you."
"Oh, we've met," Sophie said, reaching into her pocket. She brought out a small tear-shaped crystal, attached to a chain and held it before Tea. "It was first at the jewelry shop."
Tea's face went blank, her eyes glazing over as she slipped into the hypnotic trance that Sophie had designed so long ago. Sophie grinned. She had taken Tea several times in the time since, but she had something special planned for tonight. Something she'd been dreaming about for a long time. "Tea, I'm going to give you some instructions. I want you to listen to them very carefully..."
Gillian sighed as she walked into her hotel room. It had been a long night, with the premiere, the party and several interviews. She was rather glad she had left Piper with a nanny for the night. She'd check back in with her tomorrow. She was still debating between a movie part and just taking a vacation during the hiatus, but a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She walked over and opened the door, surprised to see Tea standing on the other side. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and was smiling.
"Hey," Tea said. "Sorry, but David's out with a couple of buddies and I needed some company."
"Hey, no problem," Gillian said. "I could use someone to talk to." She let Tea inside, not noticing the woman who sat in a chair down the hall, near the elevator. A woman whose grin was widening by the minute.
"A stuffed cat?" Tea laughed. "You're kidding me, right?"
"I can't believe I kept a straight face," Gillian said. She took another sip from her glass. "It was unbelievable. The director kept yelling 'Fight it! Fight it! It's a killer cat!'" She lay back on the bed, laughing. "Oh, god, I think I've had too much to drink." Indeed, the empty bottle lay on the edge of the bed. A knock on the door surprised both women. Tea got to her feet and staggered to the door. Opening it, she saw Sophie there. Sophie held the pendant up to Tea's eyes. Tea closed her eyes, then opened them and let Sophie in.
"Gillian, this is my friend, Sophie," Tea announced in a low voice. If Gillian had been a little more sober, she might have seen the lack of expression in Tea's face and eyes.
"It's a pleasure," Sophie said, shaking Gillian's hand. "I'm a huge fan of the show."
"More the merrier," Gillian giggled. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this."
"No problem," Sophie said, a sly smile on her lips.
"So, how'd you meet?" Gillian asked, lying herself on the bed.
"Oh, I sold her a piece of jewelry," Sophie replied. She reached into her pocket and brought out the crystal. She hung it over Gillian's face, about a foot over her eyes, so Gillian could see directly into it. The light reflected off the dozens of small facets cut into the crystal, sending waves of light into Gillian's eyes. "You like it? I think what draws attention the most is the center of it. That nice, warm center right in the middle of the crystal. Just keep looking at it. Look deeply, very deeply. Just keep staring further into the crystal, Gillian. Keep looking deeper into it. Deeper and deeper. Try to find the center. The nice, warm center. Keep looking."
As Sophie talked, Tea took a seat on the bed and began to undress. Gillian hardly noticed. Her eyes were glued to the shining crystal spinning above her, throwing waves of light into her eyes. "It's so nice, Gillian, so warm and relaxing," Sophie continued. "Just keep staring into the crystal, at all the little windows inside it, all the lights. It feels so nice and relaxing to look at it, deeper into it, deeper, towards the center. Closer and closer you get to the center and you feel more and more relaxed. So very relaxed. So relaxed and calm and wonderful. Deeper and deeper. Very relaxed. You'd do anything to stay this relaxed, wouldn't you, Gillian?"
"Yes.." Gillian whispered.
"You'd do anything I said if it would help you stay relaxed, wouldn't you?"
"Yes..."
"Good, good. Then look into the crystal, Gillian. Find the center. And when you reach the center, you'll feel an overwhelming wave of relaxation come over you. You feel nice and warm and totally relaxed. You will feel so good to be this relaxed. Can you see the center, Gillian? Can you see the center?"
Gillian slowly nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Good. Gillian, are you totally relaxed now?"
"Yes, I am.." Gillian whispered.
"Gillian, would you do anything to stay this relaxed?"
"Yes."
"Gillian, you'll do everything I say if it makes stay this relaxed, wouldn't you?"
"Yes.."
"Gillian, you're feeling hot now. Very hot. Not just on your skin, but inside you. You can feel a rush of heat coming over you, your arms, your legs, your breasts, your pussy. You feel so very, very warm. So warm. You want to take off your clothes, you're so warm. Take off your clothes, Gillian. And as you take them off, you feel yourself growing aroused. Very aroused. The more you strip, the more aroused you feel. Go ahead, Gillian, take off your clothes." Gillian began to unbutton her blouse, fumbling with the clasps. She pulled it off, showing a white bra underneath. She unzipped her slacks and began slipping them off.
By this point, both Tea and Sophie were naked. Tea was sitting on the bed, nude, staring straight forward as she awaited her instructions. Sophie was happy to see her hand lightly touch her clit. Gillian pulled off her bra, her breasts falling free against her skin. She slipped off her panties, showing off her dark-haired pussy. Sophie leaned over Gillian and smiled."Gillian, how do you feel?"
"Relaxed," came the reply. "And I'm so hot." Her hands moved down to her pussy, the fingers tickling at the hair. "Let yourself go, Gillian," Sophie said, moving herself onto Gillian. "Let me and Tea take care of you." She leaned down and kissed Gillian on the lips. Gillian slowly returned the kiss, moving her lips over Sophie's, her tongue pushing in. They lay together for several long moments, kissing, before Sophie moved her head down Gillian's body. She buried her head in between Gillian's breasts, kissing the tight nipples. She kissed the curves long and slow, then moved herself down to the sweet-smelling patch in between Gillian's legs. She licked at it a few times, then placed her mouth over her pussy, covering the glistening patch with her lips and inserting her tongue.
Gillian moaned as she felt Sophie's tongue burrow into her. She suddenly felt another pair of lips touch hers, a tongue shoving into her mouth. Some distant part of Gillian recognized that it was Tea, but she really didn't care. She returned the kiss, wrapping her tongue around the other woman's. Tea broke off the kiss and straddled Gillian, moving her pussy down on the redhead's face. Gillian needed no encouragement to put her tongue inside Tea and begin licking with a frenzy. Her hands moved up Tea's smooth body, squeezing the pert breasts. Tea moaned and gently rocked herself on Gillian, pushing her twat closer to the other woman's face. Gillian pushed her tongue in deeper as she felt Sophie push into her. She writhed on the couch under the weight of the two women and the pleasure in her mind. She let loose, her cum quickly licked away by Sophie. Her tongue spiked into Tea's pussy and came back wet, juices falling into her mouth as Tea shuddered.
The three women moved around, getting themselves into another pleasurable position. Sophie grinned as she saw the two hypnotized stars move into a 69 position, Gillian on top. Gillian moved her face next to Tea's wet pussy and once again began to lick at it, this time with longer, slower movements. Tea returned the favor Gillian had given her just moments before, burying her tongue in Gillian's pussy, her fingers opening the hole her tongue made. Gillian's hands moved up and down Tea's thighs as she licked away. Tea's fingers moved slowly in and out of Gillian's asshole as she lapped away at her husband's co-star. Both women were too entranced and too deeply lost in ecstasy to realize exactly what they were doing. They both came at once, their bodies spasming as they ejaculated onto each other, their tongues overwhelmed with the sweet taste unleashed.
Sophie could barely hold herself. She had been stroking her pussy as the two licked at each other and she was almost ready. "Gillian, Tea, come here and eat me out." The two obediently crawled to their mistress and pushed themselves onto her. Gillian put her face right in between Sophie's legs and began to mouth her blonde patch. Tea pushed her face in and began jabbing her tongue into the glistening blond opening. Sophie moaned and lay back, running her hands over her breasts as the two ate at her. This was her dream come true and the idea of what she was going to do with both of these women under her control was enough to send her to orgasm, her two mesmerized slaves licking at the juices spreading on their faces.
"Hey," David said as he entered the room. Tea was lying on the bed, dressed in a nightgown. "Sorry if I kept you up."
"You didn't," Tea smiled. "At least not yet." She grabbed her husband and kissed him hard on the mouth, dragging him into the bed.
In a room on the floor above, Sophie gasped as she felt herself come again. Gillian was a wonder. It was a shame she had to leave the next day. Oh well, if the show did move to L.A., they'd have a lot of time to get better acquainted. | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/HypnoCeleb/HypnoCeleb50GillianAndersonAndTeaLeoni.txt |
1,436 | null | Batgirl - Dream House | "So, Dr. Soma mysteriously disappeared," Batgirl said as she sat on the corner of Commissioner Gordon's desk with her bare legs crossed. Over the past few months, Batgirl had amassed several costumes, dumping the old, one-piece suit for various two-piece models. She found that criminals hesitated when confronted by a leggy girl with cleavage dressed in a costume, and she loved to use this to her advantage. Having Gotham drooling over her was also a perk she secretly loved.
Her costume was now a black two-piece outfit with a skimpy pair of black, spandex shorts and a tight halter that exposed her arms. The Bat emblem was a clear yellow and bright across the front of her shorts, while the emblem on her chest was cut out, showcasing her plump breasts and curvaceous cleavage in an obvious Bat-window. She also wore her usual bat gloves and a pair of shin boots with four-inch heels. She had also ditched that hot and uncomfortable cowl for a simple eye mask like Robin's.
Her hair had been a problem until she let it grow out to the small of her back. She would then tuck it up on her head, making it look shorter and styled differently than her Barbara Gordon alter ego. The first time she walked into her father's office, Batgirl thought he would recognize her for sure, but for some odd reason, the mask and suit were enough that he didn't even notice her face.
"Sure 'n be Batgirl," added Chief O'Hara. "We think 'tis the work of that madman Sandman and his sleepy crew," he said, shuddering. "Batman and Robin are out of town tracking down Shane and his cow-poke, so we can't get their help."
"Yes, Batgirl. This could be very, very dangerous. That evil genius could put all of Gotham to sleep if we don't stop him. Even Batman, Robin, and you together had a hard time stopping him before," Commissioner Gordon said, taking a slight peek at the heroine's curvaceous thigh.
"Well, maybe you're right, da. I mean, Commissioner. I think I'll need some help on this one," Batgirl said, crossing her arms and walking to the window.
"My finest are at your disposal, Batgirl. Before, we could nail that sleeping Satan before he knows what hit him," Chief O'Hara said with a gush of pride.
"While you do have the best police force in the country, Chief, I seriously doubt they are a match for such a vile criminal," Batgirl said with an arrogant smile.
"Sure 'n 'be Batgirl. You're right. Saints preserve us!" O'Hara cried.
"Not to fret, Chief," Batgirl said as she walked up and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "I have a friend who can help me. I think we can both put Sandman under for a long time," Batgirl added as she giggled and trotted out the door.
"There goes a brave, plucky young woman. I just wish my daughter Barbara could be half as adventurous," Commissioner Gordon stated as he watched with a proud smile as Batgirl strutted out.
"Aye, and a nice tush too," the chief said under his breath. Both old men looked at each other and smiled."she said with a smile as she pulled off the pad and dropped it to the floor. She was still groggy but she didn't feel ill. She actually felt rather refreshed, and her strength was coming back quickly.
She staggered over to a massive oak desk that dominated the room and sat down in the recliner chair behind it.
"Just a few moments and I'll..."
Suddenly, plastic straps shot out from the chair's arms and its back. They wrapped around the Huntress like big rubber bands and clamped her in place.
"HEY! What the...!" she hissed as she struggled to get out of the chair. As she wiggled about, a small door opened on the back of the headrest, and a robotic arm carrying a hose extended. It came around front and loomed near the heroine's face like a cobra. The Huntress stared at the arm and the tube and turned away as a stream of white, wispy gas shot out and into her face.
"NO!! NO!!! Can't let it put me to sleep!" she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. Whipping her hair, she tried to use her brunette locks to wave the gas away. It was working, but she had sucked down some of the fumes, and her twisting slowed.
As she fought, another door opened, and another arm extended. It carried a hand-sized, thick ball of cotton, and it maneuvered itself in front of the struggling heroine.
"I can beat you, SANDMAN! You're the one who's... mmbblmm... going to mmmmmbblmm... NO!!"
As she screamed, the arm started dabbing the chloroform-soaked cotton ball over her mouth when her face came into range. With each dab, the heroine slowed and grew more groggy. Her head then rolled to one side, and the arm placed the ball over her nose and mouth. She moaned and twisted, but her eyes were growing heavy.
The arm then moved aside, and the first arm with the gas hose moved right in front of her face. The hose shot a deep, rich cloud of anesthetic gas into the Huntress's face, and her eyes grew dull and sleepy. The other arm then resumed damping the pad over her mouth. It held the pad in place as the first arm let loose another billowing cloud of gas. The Huntress's eyes finally closed, and her head fell back in sleepy defeat.
Batgirl slowly inched her fit, curvaceous body along the cement floor as she made her way slowly toward the steel workbench at the far end. "If I don't take a deep breath, I'm fine," she thought arrogantly, as she felt she had outwitted Sandman's little trap. She hoisted herself up against the table and started to saw the ropes against the table's steel leg. In minutes, she was free, and she dropped the anesthetic wad to the ground in disgust.
"Nice try, Sandy," she said smugly as she stood in her usual Batgirl stance. "A little chloroform can't slow Batgirl down!"
"Oh, no??? Well, maybe these will," said a voice from out of nowhere. Batgirl spun about, trying to find Sandman, but could only see concrete walls, stone pillars, and shadowy alcoves.
PSSSSSSTHMP!
"YEEEOUCH!!!"
Batgirl's hips shot forward, and her pert buttock rippled as a small dart popped her curvaceous flesh like a pin popping a balloon. She pulled out the annoying stinger, which was no larger than a pen cap, and tossed it angrily to the floor.
"WHAT! What was that supposed to be?" she said with a smug expression. Suddenly, her head began to swim about slightly, and she shook to clear her vision. The drug barely had an effect, and the heroine easily resisted it.
PSSSSSTHMP!
PSSSST!
PSSSST!
Her thigh shimmied as yet another dart pricked her skin. Two more wizzed by her chest as she twisted out of their way.
"YEEEHAAA! It's like shooting a pig in a pen!" laughed the Sandman as dart after dart shot out at a springing, dodging Batgirl.
"HEY! Watch who you're calling a... YEEOUCHH!"
She grabbed another dart that had found its target in her left breast. The mammary sloshed and jiggled from the impact, and Batgirl cupped her tit in shock and pain.
"Gotta get out of here... OUCH!... getting dizzy... must find the door."
Suddenly, her hopes peaked as she saw a narrow passage off to one side. Like a gazelle being shot at by hunters, the heroine bounded forward and into the passage. As she jumped through, three more darts landed direct hits on her perky ass, and she hit the floor in stingy pain and dizziness.
"These darts... wearing me out... Must keep going," she shook her head and pulled the darts free. Using the narrow walls as support, Batgirl staggered down the hall toward the light at the end.
Suddenly, two steel doors slammed down, one in front and one behind her. The heroine immediately began pounding and pulling at them, trying to get free.
Then, the walls to her sides slid up. The insides were covered in what looked like thick cotton, similar to insulation, only white instead of pink. The cotton walls appeared to be very deep and ran from the floor to the ceiling.
Before she could act, the walls slammed together, sandwiching Batgirl between two huge pads of cotton. The plucky avenger struggled and thrashed around, punching and kicking the thick cotton but to no avail. As she cried out under the muffled sounds of the two huge pads, transparent tubes that ran into the two pads began to fill with a clear fluid. The cotton walls started to grow damp, and the dampness spread inward toward the struggling heroine.
Suddenly, with an explosion of fury, Batgirl began screaming and gyrating frantically. "DEAR GOD! IT'S ALL CHLOROFORM!" she screamed under the soaking wet cotton. Her body convulsed and writhed as she fought the fumes, but the dose was too humongous. Batgirl's eyes grew heavy, and her body grew warm and numb. Her head spun and swayed, then rocked back. She sank back into the cotton wall behind her, and the fumes smothered the fire from her spirit. With one last clutching fist, Batgirl seized, then slumped down asleep.
"Dr. Soma! This stuff is amazing!" Sandman said in admiration as he stared at the last struggles of Batgirl.
"Yes, my boy! Quite a nice little invention. Something I've worked on for years. I call it Somaform," Dr. Soma said, staring at the screen like a child staring at his father's Playboy. "An anesthetic that smells just like chloroform that can be breathed, ingested, or taken intravenously."
"Oh yes, and with no ill effects. No vomiting or death," Sandman smiled. "The time the victim is unconscious is directly proportional to the dosage, and they can be exposed to it indefinitely."
"Yes, my boy. Not only that, but the victim will recover refreshed and renewed with no side effects whatsoever. I've been waiting to bag some ass with this stuff for months now, and now's my chance to really test it," Dr. Soma added, drooling at the screen.
It was obvious by now that both Sandman and Dr. Soma shared the same sexual fetish of seeing beautiful women being put to sleep, and both watched the monitors with lust and depravity as both Batgirl and Huntress slept soundly.
"Too bad this stuff only works on women," Sandman said, shaking his head. "We could put all of Gotham to sleep and loot it to our hearts' content."
"True, my boy, but wouldn't you rather like to see our lovelies get what they deserve? Besides, there are always targets of opportunity with this drug," Dr. Soma smiled. "What's more, this stuff works equally well on any woman," Dr. Soma added.
"Any woman???"
"Anything with breasts and a cunt," the doctor grinned.
They both laughed.
How many times had it been? That accursed chair had anesthetized the Huntress over and over, but she was learning how not to set the chair's sensors off.
"If I move slowly, I think I can work my arms free of the straps," she thought as the gas tube and the pad loomed over her. Pretending to be asleep, she twisted and pulled at the straps once more. Too much movement would cause the chair to re-somaform her, and she had failed on too many attempts already.
Finally, her hands slid out from under the straps. Suddenly, the machine sprang to life, sensing its prey was escaping. "OH NO! My hands are free, but my shoulders are still strapped," she thought in horror as the arms came forward.
Betting that she was right, the Huntress raised her muscular legs and planted a massive kick against the desk with all her strength. Sure enough, the chair wasn't bolted down, and she went back hard against the floor with the mechanical arms sprawled about, rotating in mechanical confusion. Before they could strike, she pulled up on the strap and slid free. With a dexterous somersault, she leapt the desk and headed for the door.
"Whoever this guy is, he is an anesthetic freak! I've got to find Batgirl and get out of... HMMMBLLM!"
Huntress ran out the door and was immediately jumped by Snooze and Snoar. Both dreamy-eyed goons tackled the heroine, and Snooze cupped his hand over her mouth. Their costumes had tick pads in their palms and were soaked with the Doctor's wonder anesthetic.
The Huntress's eyes exploded as she again smelled that old familiar smell.
"Gotcha now, Babe!" smiled Snooze as he held his hand tight and reached around her chest. His other hand clamped onto her left breast, and he began molesting it madly.
Snoar ran his hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs, then he slid one hand between her legs and began massaging her vagina. Huntress began screaming in horror as the goons began molesting her.
Being grabbed wasn't new to the heroine, but this time was different. Many creeps had copped a feel or grabbed a breast here and there, and she even got the occasional rape threat when she was captured, but she had always managed to escape and never had to deal with this kind of molestation.Now they were deeply groping her, and the ether was sucking her will away.
The Huntress's eyes began to fade and close, and her tense, struggling body started to stagger. The two goons pulled at her like lions pulling down their prey, and soon, her slender, shapely legs began to buckle. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she sank down into their grubby, groping arms.
"Hee hee. Never had me a heroine before," Snooze said, spinning the sleeping Huntress around and cupping both of her full breasts with his hands.
"Yeah! I wonder if she fucks as good as she wiggles," Snoar added, sliding his hands over her tight panties and cupping her plump buttocks.
"I really don't think you gentlemen will get the chance to find out," said a voice from behind them. They both turned and stopped cold. There, standing like a goddess, was the buxom, brunette bombshell Wonder Woman.
"OHHHH SHHHIT!!!" Snoar said, bolting across the entry hall floor. Wonder Woman grabbed her magic lasso and easily ensnared the goon.
"You ain't getting me with that rope!" Snooze declared, and he chucked a small pellet at the heroine. Wonder Woman instinctively raised her bracelets to block the pellet, but instead of bouncing off, the capsule exploded with a small cloud of white gas that immediately enveloped Wonder Woman's head.
"UUGHH!! What in Hera's name!!" she cursed as she coughed and staggered slightly. Dropping her magic lasso, Wonder Woman clutched her head in dizziness. Snoar, now out of the amazon's control, removed the lasso and ran with Snooze up the huge, curving staircase toward the second floor.
Wonder Woman shook her head some more, then, with a bounding leap, she jumped clear to the second floor a few feet behind the running crooks. "HALT! Don't make me come after you," she said arrogantly as she started sauntering down the hall and around a corner. She stopped and looked at the array of doors on either side of the hall.
"Crook, crook, now if I were a crook, where would I hide?" she sang in a teasing voice as she slowly walked along, peering in each door.
Suddenly, she heard a thump from one of the rooms, and she confidently walked up and pushed open the door. Snoar and Snooze, desperate to escape, backed away from a closed window, and Snoar picked up a chair to defend himself.
"Now now, boys," Wonder Woman said, crossing her arms across her massive breasts. "Settle down, and no one will get hurt," she said arrogantly.
"No one except you, my dear," said a voice from behind her.
Before Wonder Woman could turn, a hand with a rag clamped down over her nose and mouth, while another wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, come now," mumbled Wonder Woman under the rag, not budging an inch from her stance. "Do you really think you're going to put me to sleep?"
"Oh yes! You're done for now," hissed Sandman as he pulled her close and whispered in her ear. She simply smiled under the somaform-soaked rag and crossed her arms, letting him hang on to humor him. Her first deep breath, however, changed her tune.
"HEY! What the... hummmmmblmm!!!" Wonder Woman started to pull at Sandman's hand but found her strength already waning. At that moment, Snooze and Snoar leapt onto the slightly gyrating heroine and grabbed her arms and her legs.
Wonder Woman now started to panic as Dr. Soma's special somaform started to work its magic even on her. The four wrestled and struggled against each other, with Wonder Woman growing ever more violent with each passing moment. Sandman and his goons hung onto the amazon and held her fast as the ether dampened her spirit, drawing her deeper and deeper under.
"She's... she's falling," Sandman said with a grunt as Wonder Woman began screaming and thrusting frantically. "Just... hold her."
For several moments, the four continued their twisting and struggling. Then Sandman peered across the room and smiled. "Ah! The special bed! Quickly, get her legs!" he ordered, nodding his head at the huge, old Victorian bed across the room. The goons smiled and picked up Wonder Woman's long, shapely, bucking legs, and they carried her over to the bed. Then, with a heave-ho, they tossed her gyrating body on the mattress and onto her back.
Wonder Woman sank back and clutched her forehead in dizziness. She moaned and rolled around, then started to get back up. Suddenly, from each corner post, flexible, mechanical arms lashed out and clamped onto her legs and arms. With Herculean strength, they pulled her limbs apart and laid her out in a spread-eagle position.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as she pulled and twisted against her bonds. "I can't break these... These things!"
"Of course not, my special anesthetic sapped your strength, and those arms are made out of super, re-enforced titanium. Even at full strength, I doubt you could snap them," Sandman said with a cackle as he stood over the now-restrained Wonder Woman.
"UGGH! I demand you set me free! You're a sick man, and you need help. Let me help YOU!." As she screamed and pleaded, a door on the headboard opened, and a mechanical arm with a big cotton pad on its end extended outward and over Wonder Woman's face.
"NOO.MMMNBLLLMMMM!!!"
Wonder Woman's head whipped back and forth, but the pad held fast over her face. Her moans grew deeper, and her body slowed as the drug sapped her strength. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to a nice forced nap.
"Sleep tight, Wonder BITCH! You're gonna love this bed!!!" teased the Sandman as he and his goons left the bedroom and locked the door.
Wonder Woman slept very deeply as the arm hovered the pad about a foot away from her face. As she lay soundly, an array of mechanical arms and pincers came up from the sides of the bed and slowly started pulling at her costume. Over time, it stripped her of her satin tights and boustier, leaving her with only her boots, barrette, and bracelets.
The Huntress's head rolled and dipped, causing her to come awake with a start. Her arms started thrashing as she thought she was still fighting her attackers. She soon realized that Snooze and Snoar were nowhere to be found. Then she gasped in shock.
"WHAT! I'm NAKED!" She quickly wrapped her arms over her chest and cupped her groin. Her costume, except for her gloves, boots, and mask, was gone.
She began looking about and became even more shocked at her small prison. She apparently seemed to be in a large, plastic bag. It was big enough for her to sit comfortably in, and it swung from a hook, making her look like a giant, naked, heroine tea bag. A few feet away, a slowly awakening and very naked Batgirl swung in a bag next to her.
"BATGIRL! Can you hear me?!!" Huntress whispered, hoping no one else could hear.
Batgirl's eyes slowly opened, and she too jumped to attention as she found also found herself in the raw. "What the HELL!! Who took our costumes??!"
"Why I did, of course," said an arrogant voice. From out of the darkness, Sandman approached the two now feverishly angry heroines. "My, now don't we look... Tasty," he grinned, staring at the Huntress's endowment.
"You sick FREAK! You let me out of this NOW or I swear I'll KILL you!" the Huntress screamed, thrusting her body against the transparent bag and punching the material in futility.
"That's right! You can't... you can't do this!" Batgirl added, thinking that the Sandman somehow broke some kind of unwritten Geneva convention about the treatment of super heroines.
"Yeah, sell it to Hallmark, sister," replied the Sandman as he walked up and cupped his hand on Batgirl's plump ass as it pressed against the bottom of the plastic.
"OOOHH!!! You sick FUCK! Get me out of this... get me out!!" Batgirl started screaming and punching wildly at the bag like a trapped animal. The Huntress joined in, and both heroines were pounding, clawing, and kicking their sack prisons like wildcats, screaming and cursing Sandman and his perversions.
"Tsk Tsk. So cranky. I think this oughta slow you both down," the Sandman said with a grin as he walked up to a nearby gas cylinder and cranked the knob. Dr. Soma's special Somaform hissed through tubes that ran from the cylinder to the sacks. Both girls instantly smelled the anesthetic and fought valiantly to cover the tube hole, but to no avail. Their struggles turned to slow twists, then they sank and swayed. Then their curvaceous bodies settled, and the two collapsed unconscious.
"Ah, nothing like a couple of bags of Heroine," punned the Sandman as he walked up and clamped his hands on the Huntress's ass. "Its party time!!!" he said with a grin.
Wonder Woman's eyes slowly began to open, and she rolled her head about, trying to shake the sleepy feeling that dampened her powerful body.
"Ugghh, where... Sandman!" she suddenly remembered being clothed and then put to sleep on the bed. Pulling at her hands and feet, she tested her bonds, but the bed still held her tight and restrained.
"In my weakened condition, I'll never break... WHAT!!... MY COSTUME!!!" she gasped in horror as she stared down at her voluptuous naked body stretched out on the bed before her. "Sandman! You... YOU!." she snarled and cursed as she pulled at her bonds, but all she could do was tire herself.
Then, a low hum rumbled from under the bed, and Wonder Woman seized in puzzlement and slight shock. With a whirring, mechanical sound, a robotic arm rose up from the foot of the bed and loomed between Wonder Woman's outstretched legs like a rising cobra. She stared at it for a few moments, not sure what it was. Then she screamed in shock as she saw what was attached to the end.Gleaming and bristling with ridges, a huge, shiny black dildo stared down at the surprised heroine like the sword of Damocles.
"OH NO!! You wouldn't. You can't!!!"
Her pleas went unanswered as the arm sank down and aimed the tip. Wonder Woman's twisting hips could not keep her labia from the black virtue destroyer, and she screamed as she felt the tip of the dildo touch her pert, tight lips. Thrusting and gyrating, her hips pounded and surged as the implement forced its way past her vaginal lips and deep into her vagina.
She watched in horror as the dildo sank deeper and deeper, and the waves of sexual excitement shot through her like electricity through water.
"Uggh uuughh!! No,.. NO!!..HERA!!!" she screamed and moaned in defiance, but the huge dildo continued pressing inward. As it traveled, an extended tickler slid up between her lips and rubbed against her healthy clit. She screamed and thrust as the sensation tore through her, and the defilement continued. After several minutes of agonizing sexual torture, the ten-inch dildo sank completely inside, and the arm stopped, leaving Wonder Woman panting and gasping in tension-filled sexual bliss.
She looked down over her huge breasts and stared with a dull gaze at the motionless implement. Then, the dildo started pulling back. Then it thrust forward. Then back. Then forward. Like a steam engine's piston, the sexual implement started pumping into Wonder Woman and started pumping her tighter and tighter.
"Great HERA! NO!. it's mechanical. won't stop. can't control IT!" she gasped in horror, knowing her robotic rapist was unrelenting and unstopping. Her breath grew short. She gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Her body was being pumped higher and higher as the dildo plunged in and out of her. Then, tightening and seizing and nearly pulling the titanium cords that bound her limbs straight from their moorings, Wonder Woman's incredible Amazon body soared upward. She tightened and hissed, then exploded in a death spiral of moans and a fantastic display of bucking hips and sliding thighs as the dildo exacted a feverishly devastating climax from the superheroine. She collapsed to the bed in defeat.
Still moaning and rolling about slowly, she raised her head and watched the dildo retract with a dreamy, glazed stare. As she panted, the mechanical arm near her head reached out and placed the somaform pad over her nose and mouth. The fumes quickly shook her back to reality, and Wonder Woman twisted her head away as she sucked down a lungful of the anesthetic. The pad followed her and dabbed down on her passing nose and mouth, slowing her tirade with each pass. Her eyes grew heavy. Her head slowed. The arm then pressed the pad firmly into place, and the cotton soaked away her consciousness. Wonder Woman sank and slipped unconscious.Soma said, bursting into the Sandman's pillow room and standing over him and Batgirl like an angry geek.
"So sue me. Go find your own snatch doc. Can't you see we're busy," the Sandman replied as the Huntress convulsed and screamed in agonizing climax in the background.
"We had a deal, Sandman! You're going to pay!" the doc screamed as he stomped out like a cheated child. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the Sandman replied, rolling Batgirl on her stomach and pressing his penis into her anus.
"He'll pay alright," the old man cursed as he stomped down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped cold and a chill ran down his spine. "I'll nail the best ass of all!" he said with glee as he ran for the stairs.
Wonder Woman lay like a sleeping goddess as she was defeated by yet another dildo-induced climax and put to sleep. The bed had raped her at least five times, and each time the dildos got bigger, longer, and more wicked. The door opened, and Dr. Soma sneaked in.
"Fuck you, Sandman. So what if we're going to sell her to some rich oil sheik? I'm still getting some ass," the Doc cursed as he sat down on the bed next to the sleeping, amazing Amazon and pulled out a smoky bottle of somaform and a cotton pad, placing it on the nightstand.
"Yes, some ass," he said softly as he ran his finger slowly over her large, bare nipple. He stretched his hand and cupped the breast. It was huge. Even with his fingers extended all the way, he could reach the diameter of the massive mammary. She was a six-foot-five-inch wonder, and those breasts looked abundant but good on her Amazon frame. They were soft, full, and very natural, and they shimmied and sloshed as he played with them like a child playing with clay. He then wet his lips and stared at them in disbelief. He couldn't buy a whore like this for all the money Sandman promised. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and all his sixty years were nothing up to this second. He leaned in and pulled her huge breasts and pert nipple into his mouth and started feeding like a mad dog.
Wonder Woman moaned softly and rolled her head as he accosted her endowment. His other hand cupped her other breast and rolled it around with abandonment. He pressed in and sucked away even harder, gnawing and sucking her nipple to his own satisfaction.
"Oh God! What a body! Sandman, you can keep those other two," the Doc laughed as he loomed over her chest and formed her massive breasts together with both hands. He spent several minutes just staring at the canyon of tan cleavage before him, drooling at the mountains of breasts that he had total control over. What's more, he grew excited remembering the rumors he had heard about Wonder Woman, how she was probably a virgin and how he might right now be the first man to do this to the two greatest breasts on the planet next to Supergirl's. He then leaned in and slid his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks, kissing her chest and slobbering over her cleavage. "Oh, I'm going to tit-fuck these babies," he thought.
Several minutes of breast fulfillment went by as the Doc did everything he could to those incredible mammaries. He then sat back and looked longingly at her perfect, brown muff. Like a little boy at Christmas, he got up and stripped, and had his clothes off in record time. He then started on those incredible legs. With his hands, he groped, stroked, and ran down their lengths and covered every inch. He even grabbed her knees like some molester stealing a grope. For about a half-hour, he did nothing but grope and squeeze and molest every inch of Wonder Woman's sleeping, prone body, leaving nothing untouched. He finished by sinking in and giving her red lips a deep, wet kiss.
"Now it's fuck time, honey!" he said, trying to talk dirty and trying to think of her as his little sex toy. He climbed in between her thighs and sank down. Using his hand, he guided his erect member forward and pressed it up against her lips. Even though Wonder Woman had been dildo-raped several times, she was still perky and tight, and he felt excited about being the first man to penetrate her. He wasn't a huge man by a long shot, but not getting any for years made him rather stout and hard at this point. Plus, the fact that he was about to fuck the world's greatest sex bomb made him the Eiffel Tower. He pressed forward, and Wonder Woman's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha... what's going..." she moaned and rocked her head back and forth. Doctor Soma quickly reached up and grabbed his bottle and rag. He soaked it with a nice, dazing dose and placed the pad over her nose and mouth. Wonder Woman tried to roll her head away, but the fumes dampened her spirits. He pulled the rag away just in time to drug her but not put her out. He didn't want to fuck a sleeping body and wanted a bit of a ride.
He reached his arms under her shoulder and pulled himself forward. Wonder Woman's hips rose as she felt him enter her, and he hung on to maintain control. After a few moments, he found himself fully inserted and looked up to see the Amazon was still a full head and a half taller than he was. No sweat, since he was now staring down at her massive breasts.
The doc started pumping, slowly slamming his hips in and out as he raped Wonder Woman. Moaning and reacting subconsciously, Wonder Woman reciprocated, surging and lunging her hips against his in rhythmic unison. She groaned and looked down at the little man who was now thrusting harder into her and grabbing her breasts like an inept child. She was now panting and moaning deeply, and it started the Doc getting more and more excited.
"I'm going to do you good, bitch. You're going to know defeat after I'm done! You're a fucking whore who deserves this!" the Doc ranted as he continued the rape, acting like a big man who was raping a defenseless woman.
Wonder Woman's began to clench her teeth and pant quickly as the pumping continued. She stared down at him and looked him in the eye with an incredible sensuous stare as her body thrust with his. He accelerated his plunging and quickened his pace as the wave built. He then reached down and grabbed onto her large, plump ass with both hands.
"Noo..." Wonder Woman gasped in a weak, feminine voice.
"Oh yes, you're going down," the doc replied, acting like a big man.
"You don't understand," she cooed. "If I'm taken by a man, I'll be enslaved to him forever..."
The Doc slowed and stared up at her huge, brown, fawn-like eyes. He had heard many stories about these Amazons and how, if this or that happens to them, they are lost. "What do you mean? Answer!" he screamed, shoving himself deep into her like it was a threat.
"If... if my virtue is lost to a man, I must be his consort for life. I must please him in any way he commands, without hesitation. Please don't. I'm saving myself."
That line sent a chill down the doc's spine that could have frozen a dozen ice trays. Not only was he popping Wonder Woman's cherry, but he would get her for life, as his own sex slave. He went to work like a mad dog, hip-slamming and ramming her like a wild animal.
The Amazon bucked and gyrated, panting "no" again and again and putting up a very erotic struggle with her thighs and hips. The doc was gasping like a track runner, trying his best to push the Amazon over the edge.
"Uggh... my mind... can't control myself... Must make love to you," Wonder Woman gasped as her head rolled back, and she moaned so erotically that the Doc nearly lost it right there.
"Will you do as I say? Will you be mine?" he said, drooling.
"No. I can't. I... YES! Yes, I'll be yours," she said in a cry of defeat.
The Doc went crazy. He tightened so hard, his back crackled and cracked from the tension. With a huge, male scream, he exploded and climaxed inside a moaning, climaxing Wonder Woman.
After several minutes of catching his breath, he pulled himself up and kissed the Amazon. She reciprocated and kissed him deeply, and the two madly exchanged passionate embraces.
"Untie me, master. I must pleasure you," Wonder Woman said in a very feminine, defeated, zombie-like voice.
"Oh, you bet, Wonder boobs," the doc said as he got the remote from his lab coat and released the tendril restraints.
Wonder Woman curled up, crossed her legs on the bed, and smiled at him. The doc slipped back in the bed and on top of her and slipped his hips again between her legs. "How about a blow job, toots?" he said in a semi-asking, semi-ordering tone.
Wonder Woman smiled and played with his hair. "Oh, sure. WHEN HADES FREEZES OVER, YOU TWIRP!"
With that, the amazing Amazon slammed her massively powerful thighs together and squeezed the doc like a boa constrictor. Even without her power belt, Wonder Woman was a 6'5" bombshell that could bench press 200 pounds and could do 150-pound squats with ease. The doc squealed like a pig, and Wonder Woman sank back into the bed with a smile. She then reached up, grabbed the doc by the head, and gave him a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks a lot for setting me free, MORON!" she said rudely. She then put her legs under his chest and sent him flying across the room and into a wardrobe. He collapsed unconscious.
"That virgin/lose my virtue bit works every time," she said, smiling as she got up and picked up her costume. She got dressed and tied the doc up with some curtain cord. As she walked out of the room, she looked back at the bed and smiled. "Gotta get me one of those."
Both Batgirl and Huntress were now being violently gang-raped by Sandman and his men. Buried under a mass of men, each girl was reduced to nothing more than a plugged pleasure doll for their perverted chloroform fantasies and sexual amusement.Sandman reeled his head back and seized, exploding inside Batgirl's mouth.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and Wonder Woman came barging in. "Well, well. Looks like we can add rape to your list of charges, Sandman," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she stood with her hands on her hips. Too arrogant to think straight, Wonder Woman had missed the relaxing goon having a smoke behind the door. He readied his pad of somaform and jumped Wonder Woman from behind.
"That's it! Nail her! Get her, men!!!" screamed Sandman as Wonder Woman reeled back and stared in shock at the onslaught of goons. They all piled on top of her and began pulling her down. The fumes were sucking and sapping her strength, and Wonder Woman began to stagger and sway. Then, with one last burst of Amazon strength, Wonder Woman exploded and threw the goons off of her.
Several slammed into the walls, while others landed on the floor. The Amazon staggered and held her head in dizziness as the men started to regroup. A dazed and totally fucked Batgirl and Huntress inched toward each other and lay back to back, working on their ropes, and Wonder Woman started throwing the Sandman's men about like dolls.
"Take this, Wonder Jugs!" Sandman hissed as he sprayed gas into her face. Wonder Woman staggered back and tripped on one of his henchmen, sending her hard to the floor. Immediately, three goons piled on top of her, and another somaform pad clamped down over her nose and mouth.
"Not so fast!" screamed Batgirl as she sent a roundhouse kick straight into Sandman's face. The Huntress somersaulted toward the pile of men and Wonder Woman, and she drop-kicked a blow straight into one of their heads. Two men got up and rushed Huntress, but she was a far better combatant, dodging their swings with ease and kicking the daylights out of them with her muscular, sexy legs.
"You perverted fuck! We'll teach you!!" Batgirl said, punching the Sandman in his crotch, then grabbing his hair and slamming his head down on her knee. The master crook staggered back with a bloody nose and cried in agony as he stared at the blood. Batgirl ran toward him and planted both of her feet into his chest, sending him straight into the wall hard enough to put his lights out.
Wonder Woman slammed two of the crook's heads together and dusted her hands as they dropped to the floor. All three heroines stood around and stared at the pile of beaten men at their feet.
"What do you think we should do with them?" the Huntress asked, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"I've got just the thing," Wonder Woman said with a smile.
"That magic lasso of yours really did the trick," Batgirl said with a smile as she sat on the bed, patting the bare male ass laying in front of her.
"Yes, those goons won't remember a thing, especially about raping us, and Dr. Soma now won't ever be able to replicate his formula," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she too petted the ass in front of her.
"What about Sandman? Why did we drag him up here?" asked the Huntress.
"Watch!"
Wonder Woman pressed the buttons on the remote, and a mechanical arm sporting a huge dildo rose up from the foot of the bed. Sandman slowly started to come around and mumbled under his gag as he lay spread-eagle on his stomach on the bed. His eyes bulged in terror and pain as the dildo parted his ass cheeks and pressed inside.
"Ta-ta, Sandman. It's been a slice of heaven," Batgirl said, smacking his butt and walking out with a giggle. "We'll call Police Commissioner Gordon and let him know where you are."
"Yeah, in about two or three hours," laughed the Huntress. All three women laughed and walked out as Sandman screamed and wailed from the brutal ass rape. | null | Part 1 of 2 | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/Batgirl7.txt |
1,437 | Ann Douglas | Cape And Cowl: The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl | "Mayday... Mayday... Mayday..." the pilot of the small jet said in a controlled voice as he struggled with the controls of the crippled aircraft. "This is Gotham Air Two-Zero-Niner declaring an emergency!"
Those simple words brought fear to the heart of Jim Lee. In all his twelve years of flying, including almost a hundred combat missions during the Gulf War, he'd never had to declare an emergency. Three minutes ago, just as he'd made the leisurely turn that would line his plane up for the approach into Washington's National Airport, a sudden explosion had ripped through the starboard engine.
Thousands of hours of flying time helped avert any sense of panic as he quickly increased power to the port engine and tried to keep the aircraft intact long enough to make an emergency landing.
"Brace yourself," he said to the smartly dressed young woman who occupied the co-pilot's seat. "This is going to be a little rough," Lee added, trying to be reassuring.
In the split second he had spared to look into the emerald eyes of his sole passenger, Captain Lee had been surprised to see no trace of fear in the redhead. It was as if the young woman faced life or death situations all the time, secure in her acceptance of an uncontrollable fate. In a way, it made him feel more secure as well. The last thing he needed right now was a hysterical right-seater.
Glancing up from the instrument panel and then out the window, Jim's eyes fixed on the rapidly growing image of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge. Rapidly, he ran the numbers though his head, and a small smile filled his face. Once they cleared the bridge, which he judged they would be able to do, they were home free.
"Almost there..." he said as the altimeter continued to drop.
What measure of confidence he felt, evaporated in a second as the airframe suddenly rocked once again. Jerking his head to the left, a look of horror filled his face as he saw the small jagged hole that now appeared in the port engine.
"Oh shit," he whispered, all color drained from his face.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" the redhead said, no longer worried about breaking the pilot's concentration.
Jim Lee's eyes glanced down at the now spinning altimeter and the bridge before them. They were dropping like a rock. It was no longer a matter of clearing the bridge. If anything, they'd be lucky if they didn't take out a dozen cars when they crashed into it.
Resigned that there was nothing more that he could do, he turned and faced his passenger. No sound issued from his lips, but the look of resignation in his eyes was all the silent answer she needed. Just as quietly, the 26-year-old mouthed a prayer that the end would be instantaneous.
Suddenly. Incomprehensibly. The encompassing view of the bridge suddenly dropped below the horizon as the small aircraft rose once more into the sky. It took a moment for the two of them to realize they were still alive. It was a dozen more heartbeats before they dared considered asking themselves how could they be with both engines destroyed.
Before they could say a word to each other, they found themselves on the ground at National Airport. Instinct took over, and they quickly exited the aircraft, right into the arms of the emergency crews which were already surrounding it.
"I guess it's safe now to ask..." the young woman said. "Why aren't we dead?"
The answer came in the form of an athletic blonde-haired woman who walked out from under the damaged starboard wing. 5'7" and about 120 lbs, she wore a tight-fitting blue shirt which topped a red skirt and matching red boots. An equally bright red cape draped across her shoulders. Situated across her rounded breasts was an irregular red and yellow pentagon with a stylized "S" in it.
"Supergirl!" the redhead exclaimed.
"Are the two of you all right?" the Girl of Steel asked as she reached the front of the plane. "I didn't have much time to be gentle if I was going to keep you from becoming an unwelcome decoration on a National Monument."
"We're fine, and thankful beyond words," Jim said as he stepped forward and extended his hand out in welcome. "Jim Lee, pilot and from now on, your number one fan."
"That's better than any reward," Supergirl smiled as she accepted his outstretched hand.
"And let me add my own thanks," the woman in the conservative business suit said as she reached out as well. "Barbara Gordon."
Automatically, Supergirl shifted her attention to Barbara as she had done with a thousand thankful recipients before. Abruptly, the Kryptonian froze as she focused on the attractive young woman for the first time.
Barbara noticed the sudden pause, unsure what to make of it. She waited a few moments, then asked.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm sorry," Supergirl said, snapping out of her momentary daze. "I thought you looked familiar, that's all."
"Maybe you saw me on CSPAN," Barbara replied. "Although as Gotham City's most junior Congresswoman, I usually get on opposite most of the late-night lineup."
"Congresswoman Gordon, of course," Supergirl smiled. "I've read some of your speeches. They were very impressive."
"I'm flattered," Barbara said.
"Well, I'm just glad I was able to be here when you had your accident," Supergirl said as she began her own well-rehearsed speech. "The country needs people like you."
"I'm glad you were as well," Barbara replied. "But I'm afraid it was definitely not an accident."
"I don't understand," Supergirl said.
"One engine exploding is an accident," Barbara explained. "Two is a statistical anomaly."
With that, the Girl of Steel turned and focused her amazing vision on the twisted remains under both wings. Layer by layer, inch by inch, she surveyed the mangled metal.
"I'm afraid you're right," she reported. "I'm picking up almost untraceable amounts of explosive residue. They'd be invisible under normal investigation."
"I'd expect that," Barbara said, amazingly calm for someone discussing what was supposed to be the instrument of her own death. "If we'd gone down into the Potomac, as was undoubtedly planned, it would've been written up as a tragic, inexplicable accident."
"You sound like you have a good idea who planted those explosives," Supergirl said.
"Not enough to convince the FBI," the Congresswoman replied. "Not even with two other members of Congress having had similar, more fatal accidents in the last eight months."
"Well, I'm not the FBI," Supergirl said, suddenly very interested. "Convince me."
"I'm afraid I don't have any real proof," Barbara went on. "I just find it too coincidental that both of them and I were on that fact-finding trip to Qurac last year. The one that led to Congress's resolution condemning Qurac for exporting acts of terrorism."
"Qurac, that's a nasty bunch," Supergirl noted. "But wouldn't simply blowing up your plane be more their style?"
"That's true," Barbara agreed. "But what information I've been able to come by suggests that this is a contract job. A group of mercenaries led by a woman called the Crimson Rose."
"I've heard of her," Supergirl replied. "As bad as the Quraci's are, she's worse."
"Definitely," Barbara agreed. "And this is exactly her style. She wanted us to know that we were going to die. She gets off on the fear she creates in others."
Supergirl took a few steps away, lost in thought for a few moments. She had only planned to be in Washington for a few hours, just long enough to drop off a heart for a transplant at George Washington University Hospital. Now she had a new goal.
"If you're right, you can be certain that she doesn't suffer defeat gladly," Supergirl noted.
"In other words, I should expect another attempt... and soon," Barbara agreed.
"Exactly," Supergirl said with determination. "And when they do, I'll be there."
A look of concern flashed across Barbara's face. For some reason, the prospect of having the Girl of Steel as a bodyguard seemed to bother her. A strange reaction for someone whose life was in obvious danger."I'm afraid that's not a good idea," Barbara said. "I can't really explain why, but I can't let people think I'm running away from what everyone tells me is an overactive imagination."
The Congresswoman's heart was racing, Supergirl noted. A tell-tale sign that she was hiding much more than she was telling. Still, it was her business, her life. She couldn't be forced to accept a bodyguard.
"I assume you don't have any objection to my spending a few days in Washington and taking a little look around?" Supergirl asked.
"Of course not," Barbara smiled, a smile that hid many secrets.
With that, the Maid of Might was gone.
Ten minutes later, Supergirl found herself drifting among the clouds. Barbara Gordon had made quite an impression on her for a number of reasons. Even if there hadn't been an attempt on her life, she would've wanted to find some reason to spend a little time around Washington and try to get to know her better. Kara had been taken aback when she first saw the Congresswoman. Not that Barbara would have any way of knowing it, but she was almost a twin for Supergirl's first lover. At least what the Kryptonian thought her friend Zara would have looked like if she'd had the chance to grow into womanhood.
Sadly, among all the children of Argo City, only Kara Zor-El, known to the people of Earth as Supergirl, had the chance to grow to adulthood. The children of Argo, like their parents, had died when the protective shield around their small spaceborne city had been shattered by a thousand meteor fragments some eight years past. Only her father's foresight to have constructed an escape rocket, patterned after the one that brought her cousin Superman to Earth years earlier, had enabled her to survive.
It hadn't been easy adjusting to life on Earth. Unlike her cousin who had come to this alien world as an infant, Kara had lived the first 15 of her 24 years as a normal, that is non-super girl. Although taken to heart by the people of Earth as one of their super-powered protectors, Supergirl had felt apart from them in many ways, especially in those relating to love.
Relationships are hard when you can, as the saying goes, bend steel in your bare hands. Actually, as Supergirl had corrected herself many times, it was difficult when you were a woman and had abilities far beyond those of mortal men -- or women.
It had been almost two years since Supergirl had her last serious love, Susan Wienczorkowski. An officer on Metropolis's Special Crime Units, she had died in the line of duty while Kara was halfway around the world fighting a fire that had already devastated half a town in Germany. The loss had hit Supergirl hard and for a time she blamed herself for not being there when it mattered. But with time, she finally accepted the counsel of her older and more experienced cousin. You can't save everyone, he constantly reminded her. Not even when the one you can't help is the one that matters the most.
After that, Kara had little success with either men or women -- contenting herself with a series of meaningless flings. It was funny, she sometimes considered, how many of them had occurred with fellow costumed adventurers. It had to have something to do with the lifestyle.
The most interesting of these brief relationships, she thought, had been with J'onn J'onzz. Known to the public at large as the Martian Manhunter, he was also an alien visitor to this world. With a compatible humanoid physiology, J'onn was perhaps the second most physically powerful man on the planet. Her cousin Kal occupied the first position. Unlike Superman, on whom she had once turned her x-ray vision on one night out of curiosity, J'onn had a 10" cock that was as thick as a baseball bat. That being the case, who cared if it was green.
It had been fun while it lasted. The relationship had paled, however, outside of the bedroom. By Earth calendars, Kara had been 22 years old at the time. J'onn, according to those same human measurements, was almost a century old. They just couldn't relate to each other very well once they were out from under the sheets.
Still, she ached for another relationship that would again send her heart afire with excitement. Whatever instincts she had, told her that Barbara was that type of woman who could do that. From the very first moment she saw her, she seemed the embodiment of every woman she had ever desired. Even now she could still savor the scent of her perfume, a delightful flowery aroma that conjured up images of virgin gardens and lost summer nights.
Of course, she reminded herself, there could be a dozen flaws in her thinking. On the top of the list, the very strong possibility that Barbara might not be interested in other women -- a very common trait for women of this culture. Unlike her native Krypton where gender was less important than feelings.
But those were questions for later. First, she had to find the ruthless bitch who wanted to see her new infatuation dead. After thinking about it a few minutes, she knew exactly how to track her down.
Soft as a feather, Kara set down on the top ledge of an apartment building across from the Quraci Embassy. By international law, the large red brick building just a few hundred feet away was protected by territorial sovereignty -- literally it was a piece of Qurac. Diplomatic immunity protected both the inhabitants and whatever secrets the hundreds of file cabinets within might contain. All of which meant absolutely nothing to the determined young woman standing in the warm afternoon breeze.
The Quraci Embassy had been protected from unwanted surveillance by several million dollars' worth of security precautions, both human and electronic. All of this was useless against a person with x-ray vision, super-hearing, and almost unlimited patience.
Floor by floor, office by office, Supergirl scanned each carefully guarded secret. In addition, every incoming and outgoing phone call was as clear as if Kara was an invited participant. It was only a matter of time before she found the particular secret she sought.
Barbara Gordon finally returned to her apartment in downtown Washington. With the almost crash as the lead on the evening news, the FBI finally took an interest in the case. In fact, the President himself had called to ask about her condition. But all of it had been merely political showmanship. The agents who had interviewed her and Jim showed no real interest in her theories concerning the Quraci's. After all, to them she was still only a temporary Congresswoman, appointed to fill out an unexpired term. She hadn't even been elected in her own right.
"Rest assured," the men in the dark suits and sunglasses had told her, "the entire resources of the federal government will be put behind the search for what really happened." Then they had sent her on her way, certain that their interest wouldn't last longer than the next day's evening news.
Checking in with her office, Barbara had been likewise reassured by Tim Murray, the chief of staff she had inherited from the late departed Congressman Stephen Jefferson, that everything was under control and there wasn't even any need for her to stop by. For perhaps the hundredth time, Barbara promised herself that if she did manage to get elected in her own right in November, there were going to be major changes in that office.
Right now, however, she had more important things on her mind. The people who wanted her dead were still out there. If she thought about it, she knew that any other member of Congress would've quickly gone into hiding, demanding FBI or Secret Service protection as they did.
That wasn't her style. Barbara Gordon had fought her own battles all of her life. Most of them in situations that few of her colleagues could've ever imagined.
Moving into the bedroom, the tall redhead quickly stripped off her business suit and the equally conservative undergarments beneath them. Standing in only her panties in front of the dresser mirror, the Gothamite was reminded that periods of extreme danger had always left her incredibly aroused. Today's near-fatal incident had been no different.
Gently, she ran one hand across the lightly covered red bush between her legs while her other hand laid across her breasts. The lean athletic form the 26-year-old had worked so hard to develop back in high school and college was still very much in evidence. Her breasts weren't very large, but they stood on their own without support. Many times over the years, she'd been told they were near-perfect globes. She played with the pert nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life. They had always been very sensitive, and given her current state of arousal, it took only a soft touch to bring them to erectness.
Barbara lost herself in the sensation of her own touch. Eyes tightly closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one last time and over her flat stomach. Coming to a rest when they reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using both hands, she rubbed against the soft material. A soft sigh escaped her lips in response to her caress.
Sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, she provided a deeper touch. Now Barbara's breaths came in shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of herself. In due time, a third finger would follow.
Faster, deeper she rubbed, manipulating her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her wetness. Eventually, the small cloth of her underwear became too restrictive and was also discarded. A few more minutes of play brought forth a small but enjoyable climax. Yet in the quiet aftermath of her pleasure, she knew it to be an empty reward.
She hadn't had a lover since leaving Gotham City some eleven months ago. Sure, the work she was trying to do was important, she kept telling herself.More important than anything she could accomplish back home. Yet this was a strange city where being in the public eye meant you had little or no private life. There were times she regretted taking the appointment when it was offered to her. One of the most common times was when she crawled into bed each night alone. She had grown very tired of only having a piece of plastic and a few D cells as her only company.
Not that there weren't a great deal of men around her all the time. She was, in truth, quite an attractive woman. But it hadn't taken more than a few innocent dates for her to learn that most of them were more interested in the Congresswoman in front of her name and what that title could do for them. Reluctantly, she had pushed her social life aside and concentrated instead on learning the ropes of her new job. Only to be checked at almost every turn by her own staff. "Give it time," they kept telling her. "You have to learn how to walk before you can run."
Her social life wasn't the only thing Barbara had left behind in Gotham. Unknown to all but a select few, especially those who had proposed her selection to replace Congressman Jefferson, there was quite another facet of her personality. One which would have made them reconsider their opinion that she was a safe candidate who would simply toe the party line until they could get a professional on the ballot.
"Screw them all!" Barbara shouted to the empty air as she finally lost her temper.
A fiery rage flushed through her body as she stormed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she stood under the rushing water, washing away the grime of the day's adventure. The central theme of her train of thought was that someone had tried to kill her today -- now what was she going to do about it.
Quickly drying herself once out of the shower, she concluded that there was little that Congresswoman Gordon could do. That aspect of her personality, however, was quickly being replaced by a much older one -- one a great deal more dynamic.
"I guess I wasn't making as much of a difference as I thought," the naked beauty thought as she stepped into the bedroom, realizing that she had already made her decision.
Moving to the red brick wall that the builders had left when they remodeled the old building, Barbara reached up and pressed the center brick on the top row. Silent servos came to life as the brick wall separated in two, forming an entranceway to a concealed room beyond.
When she had first made the decision to relocate to Washington, Bruce Wayne had offered her this apartment in one of the buildings owned by Wayne Enterprises. He had explained about the hidden room and how she could use it to hide that which she wanted to keep away from prying eyes. At the time, she'd laughed at the idea that she would drag her past along with her as she set out on what she termed a great adventure. Still, to humor Bruce, she had allowed him to set up the room in case she ever needed it. Now it seemed that Bruce had known her better than she knew herself.
Not that she found that thought very surprising as she stepped into the inner chamber and the entrance closed behind her. People had been underestimating Bruce Wayne for twenty years. To the world at large, he alternated between the image of a playboy and the head of one of the world's leading industrial giants. What few had ever saw, because he didn't wish them to see, was that beneath those dual guises he wore another mantle. The mantle of the bat. Bruce Wayne was the scourge of Gotham's underworld known as The Batman.
As the lights of the small antechamber grew to life, the paraphernalia around her gave testament to the fact that like Bruce, Barbara had also worn the mantle of the bat. For the last few years, Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl.
The room around her was almost an exact duplicate of the one she had designed herself in her original apartment back home. Bruce was good for that, recreating familiar surroundings. He'd even had the main rooms of his family's suburban estate recreated on the top floors of the Wayne Tower when he shifted his operations to downtown Gotham.
A small dresser contained a collection of plain white sports bras and panties. Barbara had never really checked before but discovered that both were exactly her size. That was another thing that Bruce was really good at estimating.
As she put them on, Barbara slightly regretted that she never really took the time to find out what else Bruce was really good at. Of course, that was the state of arousal talking she knew. There was no way she could've had an affair with Bruce Wayne. Not after she'd already had a somewhat brief one with the junior partner of the Dynamic Duo - Robin.
Adjusting the straps of her bra, Barbara remembered how nice it had felt to have the younger man in her bed those many mornings after they'd gone on patrol together. It was a pity that the relationship had faded after he left for college.
"Time to put all those thoughts behind you," a little voice reminded her as she shifted into what she used to call "combat mode."
With a practice that came back so naturally, Barbara quickly donned the purple and gold costume she had made what now seemed a lifetime ago. Of course, this wasn't the same one she had worn on her first night as Batgirl. Batman had long ago replaced that uniform with one that incorporated the very latest in lightweight body armor.
The soft feel of lycra against her chest brought back a rush of pleasant memories. How could she ever have thought she could leave all of this behind?
Carefully, she adjusted the gold utility belt around her waist. There was no need to check each compartment. She knew each one would contain a duplicate of what was in her original arsenal. That, or an updated improvement.
Finally, to complete the transformation, Barbara reached for the tight purple and black cowl that rested on a styrofoam head. Back in her early days of the Darknight Damsel, she'd worn a long-haired red wig underneath the cowl to hide her own short locks. Now her own natural hair was more than long enough to take the wig's place.
Once cowl and cape were securely locked in place, the transformed Congresswoman stood before the large full-sized wall mirror.
"This is what I was born to do," she said to the reflection of the crime-fighter. "I'm never going to make the mistake of leaving it behind again." | null | Part One | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/BatgirlAndSupergirl1.txt |
1,441 | Batgirl - The Untold Origin - Part 3 | "I love you," Barbara Gordon told her father as she kissed him goodbye. His light brown trench coat rustled softly as he moved down the hallway away from her. She knew this had been difficult for him. Partly he didn't want to see his little girl growing up, and partly he truly felt that eighteen was too young to be living alone in a place like Gotham City, especially when there was a secure police commissioner's home where she would always be welcome.
But Barbara had made up her mind, and her father knew by now not to argue too long and hard with her. She turned away from the closed door and scanned her apartment. It had taken her months to find just the right place. Ground floor, a secure entrance to a little-used alley, even a storage space for her motorcycle, a special, highly modified bike. A vehicle that would overcome her inability to swing through the rooftops like the man she admired.
Evening was settling in. She closed all the blinds and undressed, and brought out from the dresser the body stocking she'd also specially modified to her new needs. She pulled the black skin-tight outfit on, wrapped the bright yellow cape around her shoulders, and pulled on the cowl, complete with red wig, over her head.
Barbara examined herself in the mirror. It was not the first time she'd worn it, but it felt like it. Tonight was to be Batgirl's debut.
The girl smiled behind her mask. The outfit certainly wasn't one to strike terror into the hearts of evildoers, like Batman's, but that was okay. There's more than one way to disarm an opponent, she thought. Like making him think you're frail and helpless.
She nodded once with approval at the costumed figure in the mirror, saw it was dark outside, and left by the alley door. Moments later, she was racing down the side streets of Gotham City's seamier section on her whisper-quiet cycle.
When she neared the address she sought, she pulled into an alley and parked behind a dumpster. Drawing a thin line out of the yellow belt on her shapely hips, she tossed a loop around a gargoyle four stories up and climbed with ease. The pure balance she once had may be gone, she thought, but she still had pure athleticism on her side.
On the roof, she silently glided to the lone skylight, then looked through only to be bitterly disappointed. Below she saw a dozen men knocked unconscious or securely bound. Something caught the corner of her eye, and she turned to catch a momentary glimpse of a bat-like figure three buildings away. He had beaten her to the punch, so to speak.
It had taken Barbara three weeks to pick up enough leads from her father and other contacts she had made to locate the Riddler's band. They had planned to break him out of prison, but Batman had made sure their plans had failed.
Batgirl heard sirens and decided it was time to slip away. Her first effort was a failure. Her next, she thought grimly, would not be.
**********
"He's escaped prison, sir!"
Barbara could clearly hear the urgency in the officer's voice over the speaker phone. Her father was across his office pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Who escaped?" James Gordon growled.
"Micah Bender!"
There was a sudden, dreadful silence in the commissioner's office as its two occupants stared intently at each other. Barbara felt her gut churn once.
"Dammit! How does this happen?!" Gordon bellowed. "I want every man on this force tearing the city apart until he's found!" He stabbed the button on the phone so hard the instrument flipped over. Fuming, he slammed the phone on his desk right side up again. "Barbara, I want-"
"No Dad," Barbara interrupted firmly. "I'm not moving home again every time some pervert escapes."
"This isn't any pervert and you know it. There's every reason to believe he'll come after you again!"
"I can handle him Dad. I'm not a fourteen-year-old kid anymore."
"You don't understand. He's not stupid. The warden reports Bender has been studying hard on bio-chemistry, specifically hallucinogenic drugs. We don't know how much he's learned. You may not be a kid, but he's a lot more dangerous than he ever was."
"Well, you ought to have a good idea where to start looking for him then," Barbara told him as she got up to leave.
"What?"
Barbara smiled at her father from the door. "Chemicals. He'll be wanting a lot of them. And specialized ones, as well. Where can he get them?"
She saw her father's face, could see his mind suddenly racing with the possibilities, and was glad not for the first time that he could be so easily distracted from family to professional interests. She left his office, safely free of their argument.
Catching the bus, the girl considered this development. It was true that Mind Bender might come for her again. She'd heard whispers of him swearing vengeance on her and Batman. She smiled at the idea.
Something else was true. He would need chemicals if, as seemed likely, he planned to use hallucinogens to give literal meaning to his nom de plume. The question wasn't so much where he would get them, but where he could get enough of them for his purposes with the entire police force on alert for him. All the traditional warehouses and outlets would be protected.
Fortunately, Barbara knew a thing or two about chemistry herself, and she was aware of the one place in the city where Mind Bender might find what he needed unimpeded. The only real question was whether the Batman would figure it out as well.
**********
Batgirl shifted uneasily in the bushes. It was two in the morning, and there was no sign of him yet. Had she miscalculated? Would he strike tonight at all?
She heard a slight rustle far away to the right. Following the sound with her eyes, she saw a security guard doing his rounds. But even as she looked, he suddenly doubled over and collapsed. From nowhere five men appeared around the fallen guard, including one figure wearing the green and yellow costume of Mind Bender.
"This is it, boys," she heard him say as he pulled a dart from the guard's body. "Like we planned it, and quickly!"
With well-timed precision the men moved to the doorway in front of Batgirl, put something on the lock and turned their eyes. A blinding flash, and the lock was melted away. Behind Batgirl, safely caged, a lion grumbled, disturbed from his sleep by the light.
Settle down, Tabby, Batgirl thought. I'll stop them. Looks like I'm the only one who realized what Mr. Bender needs is right here in the veterinary stores of Gotham Zoo.
The men vanished into the building, and in a moment Batgirl followed suit. She'd made sure to study the blueprints of this building at the library, and so was able to move around without the aid of a flashlight.
She could hear them ahead, rustling about. No whispered commands were given, which told her they had somehow carefully rehearsed all this in the little time Mind Bender had been free. She hoped it would also mean the unexpected entrance of a costumed crime fighter would confuse them enough to give her a decided advantage.
She crept forward, silently stalking her prey. Soon, from behind a counter in the lab, she could see them. Mind Bender's grotesque costume brought forth a flood of unpleasant memories to the novice hero, some she had thought permanently forgotten. Her stomach churned slightly as she recalled the atrocities that man had done to her, and a cold sweat broke out on her cowled forehead.
Batgirl shook her head, trying to brush away the unpleasant recollections. This was no time for uncertainty and indecision. Still, she was unable to keep her hands from trembling as she withdrew a bat-a-rang modeled after Batman's own.
This is it, she thought, and leapt over the countertop, hurling the bat-a-rang toward one of the gang. Her trembling hand was slightly off, and it only grazed the back of the man's head. Undaunted, she rushed forward, taking the fight into the middle of the group where their numbers would be less of an advantage. Leaping high into the air, Batgirl brought the edge of her hand against one man's throat while catching another on the temple with the sharp toe of her yellow boot.
This isn't so bad, she thought. "Better give it up, boys!" she called out, dropping a third with a karate move. "You're all going to jail anyway!"
The fourth man swung a clumsy fist at her. She grabbed his arm with one hand and brought her other elbow down on it hard. She felt a sickening pop as his shoulder left its socket and the man howled in pain.She turned quickly to face Mind Bender himself, but her eyes flew open in surprise when she saw him. She had just time to glimpse his grinning face before a dart blew out of the gun in his hand. It lodged in her thigh, and before she could count to two, she was unconscious on the floor.
When Batgirl awoke, it was with a start. Her head snapped up into instant awareness, feeling not at all groggy. She also felt completely helpless.
She was hanging in mid-air, nylon ropes on her wrists and ankles, suspending her inches from the floor, and spread-eagled into a large X. The strain on her limbs was tremendous, her body pulled so tight that she could get no leverage to try to free herself.
"My my my," said a horrifyingly shrill voice from behind her. Slowly the creature she knew as Mind Bender walked around into her field of view. "What have we here? A pretty little bitch all dressed up like Batman, probably suffering from a severe case of penis envy!" He cackled loudly at his henchmen, who also came into view.
"When I get free," Batgirl hissed, "I'll see you don't have a penis to envy!"
Mind Bender's maniacal smile faded into a frightening glare of fury. He leaned closer to her, stared into her brown eyes, and drew his hand lightly up her thigh and waist to rest squarely on her left breast. With sudden mad strength he sank his fingers deep into the soft, tender flesh and violently twisted and pulled. He brought his knee full force up into the juncture between her spread legs three times, crushing her velvety-soft pubic flesh against her pelvic bone.
Batgirl strained to be strong, but simply could not hold back a heart-rending cry of agony. Unwanted tears flowed out from under her cowl, and the men around her chuckled with glee at her torture.
"I don't know who you are, Bat-bitch," Mind Bender growled, "and I don't care. But you couldn't have come at a more opportune time." He finally released her breast and, stepping away, reverted to his normal, bizarre personality. "I need a...taste tester, you might say. I'm becoming quite a cook, and you'll be just the person to let me know how good I am."
He howled and cackled, his henchmen laughing with him. "But first, I'm afraid, you must be punished. It wasn't nice to interrupt my grocery shopping at the zoo. Now that you're awake, you can appreciate the full value of your punishment."
As the henchmen all leaned forward with anticipation, leering at the helpless, beautiful girl, Mind Bender produced a thin, razor-sharp blade and flashed it tauntingly in front of her eyes. He carefully inserted it through the black material of her costume just above her left nipple, and cut a small hole so that her nipple and aureole were suddenly exposed. In similar fashion, he exposed her entire right breast.
Batgirl's cheeks burned as she felt herself being slowly revealed, helpless to do anything but endure the humiliation. He began cutting a line in her body stocking from her right ankle up the inside of her leg to her spread crotch. He repeated the action with her left leg, until only one inch of material held the suit together at the crotch. The men laughed and remarked at her curly brown pubic hair peeking out from underneath. She hadn't worn panties, because she didn't like the panty line showing under the tight outfit.
Mind Bender poked the point of the blade through the material at the top of her slit, scratching her clit and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He drew the blade down slowly, the cool metal sliding dangerously between her warm labia. Then, with one quick, expert flip of his wrist, he separated the material and cut a wide area at the crotch, completely exposing her pussy...and the golden bat emblem that hung from its short chain between her legs.
"Well well, what have we here?" Mind Bender chuckled, fingering the metal as Batgirl shivered, understanding her complete vulnerability. "A good luck charm? Doesn't seem to have brought you much luck today, has it, Bat-bitch?"
He yanked hard on it, and Batgirl's face suddenly went purple as she shrieked in unimaginable agony. The mad criminal held the charm in front of her eyes, flecks of blood on it proof of the mutilation he had done to her labia. She shook and trembled in her bonds, crying in great sobbing howls. For the first time, she questioned her ability to deal with the situation. Up to now, she had been convinced she could find an escape. But now she realized he was capable of killing without a moment's notice, and his unpredictability was his greatest threat.
As she cried, Mind Bender turned away. "I have to get ready. Finish stripping her if you want. Except the mask. I rather like the mask."
As Mind Bender left to another room, the four henchmen eagerly took up the task of ripping every shred of clothing from her until all she wore was her cowl. Batgirl watched with dismay as they tossed her utility belt across the room. They took every opportunity to fondle her breasts and shove fat fingers up her tormented pussy.
Mind Bender returned moments later with a large hypodermic needle, and his men moved back. "A little recipe of my own devising. It causes a person to believe anything I tell them, more or less."
"Hypnosis drugs have been around a long time," Batgirl said, struggling to regain her composure and sound brave, despite the throbbing agony between her legs. "You've got nothing new."
"Ah, but this is nothing so mundane," Mind Bender replied with a giggle. "Hypnosis-inducing drugs merely bring the sub-conscious to the fore, allowing the subject's perception of reality to change. This is much more sophisticated. Your perception of reality won't change, but you'll behave as if it has.!"
Mind Bender laughed and danced around insanely for a moment, then he approached her again. "And you'll get to show me how well it works! It can be administered anywhere, but where would be most effective?"
He made a great show of seeming to consider the question carefully, but Batgirl had no doubts about where he would administer his vile drug. He brought the needle to her breast, as she expected. She braced herself for more agony, and he pressed the point against the tip of her hard nipple and sank all three inches into her breast as she shook and whimpered.
"I should warn you that the drug is a bit painful," he giggled, and pressed the plunger, injecting a third of the cloudy fluid into her. Instantly her breast felt as if it were burning from the inside, and swelling near to explosion. She groaned and fresh tears poured from lovely eyes. He gave the same treatment to her right breast, and then, to her horror, pierced the needle into the flesh near her clit.
The agony in her sex was easily as great as when he savagely ripped her charm ring through the fleshy hood over her clit, but where that pain had faded after a few moments, this continued to build. Batgirl cried out, thrashing her head from side to side, unable to relieve the torture wracking her body. The pain grew steadily second by second. Her breasts began to swell until they were half again their normal size. Her clit swelled up as well, to the size of a marble, and her inner labia, suddenly gorged with blood, turned deep crimson and bulged out over three inches from her outer lips.
"Play with her!" Mind Bender cackled to the men, and they laughed and began viciously pinching her nipples, now the size of her thumb, and wrenching her clit and pussy lips. Batgirl quivered and howled, sobbing and shrieking in torture beyond reason. She held out as long as she could, but eventually she was forced to do that which she abhorred most.
"Stop it!" she shouted. "Oh God please don't! You're killing me! Please, oh please don't hurt me anymore!"
As she begged for mercy the men roared with laughter. Batgirl, despite all that had happened before, only now felt totally defeated.
Gradually, through the torment, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, and realized she had stopped what little struggling she was capable of. It was as if she was only aware of her body from a distance. The swelling in her breasts and pussy had gone down, and she gratefully felt the pain ease. Sweat glistened on her body.
"Take her down," Mind Bender told his men. They quickly untied her wrists and ankles and lifted her down to the floor. Batgirl stood unhindered, but was unable to move a muscle no matter how hard she tried.
"Your hand are tied behind you!" he told her, and as if drawn by invisible strings her hands moved behind her back. "The floor is red-hot!"
At his merest word, Batgirl began jumping up and down, hopping from one foot to the other, shamefully aware of the exhibit she was making for the men as her breasts bounced around on her chest.
"You see, bat-bitch," Mind Bender grinned, "this is no ordinary hallucinogen. You don't truly believe your hands or tied, or that the floor is hot. You are simply incapable of behaving as if the world isn't as I've said. Let's drive home the point a bit more. The floor is cool."
Batgirl was able to stop jumping immediately. He was right...the floor hadn't actually felt hot to her, but she couldn't stop from acting as if it did. She shuddered inwardly, realizing the kind of absolute control over her this gave him.
"You love it when men watch you masturbate," he told her. "You want to masturbate right now. Your hands are untied."
Touching her bruised and torn pussy was the last thing she wanted to do, but was helpless to stop herself from lying down on the floor, raising and spreading her knees, and making sure everyone had a good view before vigorously rubbing her agonized clit. Every touch sent stabbing pain shooting through her pussy, but she carried on with all the enthusiasm possible.Within moments, she brought herself to a tormented, humiliating orgasm as the men leered and laughed at the squirming, squealing masked girl.
"You love to suck cock. You'll gladly get on your hands and knees and beg to suck the cock of any man you see."
The horrified girl got on all fours and crawled to the group of five men. "Please let me suck your cock! Any of you! All of you! I love it so much! Please let me suck your cocks!" So powerful was the drug within her that she even twisted and gyrated her naked body around suggestively before them, and smiled with hungry lust.
Laughing, the man closest to her opened his pants, and she greedily pulled his large, swollen prick into her mouth. To her own disgust, she moaned and licked and worked the shaft as if it was the most wonderful thing in the world to her. She sucked him to a huge orgasm, and after drinking his come and carefully licking his cock clean, heard herself thanking him for his generosity.
The next man also wanted a blowjob, and at his insistence Batgirl groveled on her stomach and kissed his feet. "I promise to be a good little cock-sucking cunt!" she said without hesitation at his command. "Please let me mouth-fuck you!"
The degradation Batgirl suffered before these depraved men was overwhelming. Her cheeks burned with shame as she sucked the repugnant man's dick. He told her to play with herself, and her hand moved unbidden to her crotch to stroke her clit again. She had no control over her own actions, like a puppet in the hands of the most deranged people she'd ever imagined. She thought of a lifetime (probably a short one) like this, living out her remaining days in sexual servitude, without even the ability to attempt to take her own life. The prospect of losing every semblance of self-respect was enough to cause her to cry out in despair, but even that couldn't be managed in her condition.
After she had successfully swallowed her second load of steamy come, Batgirl felt herself beginning to beg the next man for the same "privilege," but Mind Bender stopped her.
"Your cunt is starved for a cock!" he laughed. "You've got to have a cock in your cunt!"
Batgirl felt her body move inexorably to the next man, drop on her knees at his feet and grab his legs, pleading for all she was worth. "Please put your cock in my pussy!" she begged, stroking his leg with her breasts. "I need you to fuck me, good and hard! Please fuck me! My cunt is nice and tight! I promise to make it good for you! I'll do it in any position you want!"
The henchman happily complied, taking her on her hands and knees. He rammed his prick into her battered pussy. Though the agony was terrifying, her body refused to do anything but fuck him harder, while she heard squeals of delight and encouragement coming from her throat. He pounded into her with brute, savage force, yet all Batgirl could do was rock her body back and forth to his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with her own. He climaxed within moments, and as he withdrew from her she could not help herself from immediately begging the fourth man for more, despite the intense throbbing pain in her pussy.
He demanded that she get on top as he lay on his back. She crouched over his hard cock and eagerly impaled herself on it. It felt like a long sharp knife stabbing her cunt over and over as she bounced up and down on his hard shaft, fondling her breasts on demand. She moaned loud and long in ecstasy, though she wanted to scream from the torture and degradation. She was completely helpless to stop herself from acting like a sex-starved animal. All the while, she was painfully aware of the men closely watching her lewd display as she fucked him like a minx.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she grunted, nearing a climax. When it came a moment later, she squealed in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh yes! I love it!" to her own amazement, she laughed loudly as she worked even harder on the cock stuffing her ravaged vagina until he came a few minutes later.
Gasping for breath, she nevertheless looked at Mind Bender with naked sexual hunger in her brown eyes. She felt herself beginning to beg the man she despised most in the world to fuck her brains out, but she was given a merciful reprieve.
"You're sexually satisfied now," he said. "Boys, I want some time alone with her." His henchmen dutifully left the room. "Now, you want to tell me your darkest fantasy."
Batgirl's naked, bruised body fairly quivered as she struggled to maintain this one treasured secret. But the drug that controlled her was too strong, and she had no choice but to suffer this latest indignity, perhaps the greatest one of all.
"I want to make love with Batman."
The simple admission, spoken openly for the first time in her life, was somehow more humiliating than all that had happened before. This wasn't something she was made to think. It wasn't an action she was forced to perform. This was a deep, fundamental truth to herself as a person, and now that she said it, she felt like a foolish schoolgirl.
"Really?" Mind Bender giggled. "I guess that explains the ridiculous mask." He thought for a moment and giggled again. "I am Batman. Act out your fantasy with me."
Impotent rage built within Batgirl as she felt her body immediately rush to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Pressing her nude body tight against him, she kissed his lips passionately, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her warmth and tenderness seemed to take him by surprise.
"Make love to me Batman!" she said breathlessly, staring into Mind Bender's eyes with unconcealed adoration and desire. "I've loved you for so long! I want to share my body with you. Please make love to me!"
Her dry eyes longed to cry. This was no act the vile creature had put into her mind for her. This was coming from her heart, and they both knew it. Worse, now that her fantasy was being acted out, rather than merely played in her mind, she understood for the first time how childish it really was. Batman would never respond to such sniveling pleas. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die with humiliation.
"I don't know," Mind Bender teased. "I'm a do-gooder. I don't think it would be right."
"It'll be right!" Batgirl pleaded in a foolish little girl voice. She put his hand on her breast. "I've wanted you for so long. Please don't deny me now!" She closed her eyes and moaned as he fondled and tweaked her nipple. "Oh, yes, that feels so good! You can see that it's right, can't you? Feel how wet my waiting pussy is!" She wanted to throw up at the idiocy of her own words, imagining what would have happened if she really had approached the Batman like this.
Mind Bender complied with her request, sliding his fingers into her sopping slit and up into her hole. Batgirl gasped and moaned again, rotating her hips slowly. His fingers caressed the velvety vaginal walls, and she felt the first stirrings of yet another unwanted orgasm. Her hand moved to his crotch and stroked the hard bulge she found there.
"I can feel you want me," she purred. "Don't deny yourself, or me, of the pleasure we can give each other. Fuck me, Batman! Fuck...me!"
With the last word, Batgirl, horrified, could not stop herself from raising her hand and tearing off her cowl, flinging it across the room. It had always been a crucial point her oft-thought of fantasy: excite him as Batgirl, then make love to him as Barbara.
"Why, Barbara Gordon! You little slut!" Mind Bender exclaimed.
"Yes Batman," she said, continuing to play out her fantasy, liking it less with each second, not because this was really Mind Bender, but because she at last saw it for the farce it was. "I'm a slut. I'm your slut! Take advantage of me!"
She reached her hand inside Mind Bender's yellow trunks and stroked his throbbing cock, kissing him warmly again. She began to slowly and sensually remove his clothes, gradually becoming aware of a faint tingle in her head.
When he was naked she dropped to her knees before him and softly kissed the head of his cock. She burned with shame again, helpless to stop acting out this childhood fantasy with the chuckling monster before her. The tingling in her head was growing into a buzz, further annoying her.
"I want to feel you inside me," she said, looking up at him with adoration. "Please take me."
Mind Bender laughed out loud and long in that insane voice of his. "Well, I guess it would be okay this once! Stand up, turn around, bend over, and spread your legs."
"Oh thank you Batman!" Barbara sighed, hurrying to comply with his order. When she was positioned he moved close behind her, his cockhead touching her hurting pussy.
"Are you sure you want this?" he teased.
"Yes!" Barbara cried, and thrust herself backward, impaling herself on the full length of his huge prick. She felt the massive, 10-inch rod penetrate her like hot steel, and shuddered while exclaiming a long, ecstatic moan. The bulk of the thing inside her sent new paroxysms of agony shooting through her body, yet all she could say was "YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD!!"
"HAAAA hahahahahahaha!" cackled Mind Bender as he pummeled her with his driving hips. Barbara, still bent 90 degrees at the hips, rocked back and forth to his rhythm, her ample breasts swinging under her. The buzzing in her head grew more intense, so bad she could barely concentrate. Her body seemed to tingle as well.
"HEEEEE heehahahahahaaaa!" the villain continued to chortle. "If only I had my video camera now! Imagine your father's face if he saw you willingly fucking the man who raped you so many years ago! Fuck me Barbara! Fuck me like the slutty little bitch you are!"She reluctantly responded to his vile urging, increasing the tempo of her thrusts as if she truly believed what he said about her, slamming against his hips with greater force. Her whole body throbbed with crushing pain and growing lust. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, could sense another orgasm building within her.
Mind Bender reached under her and grabbed her swinging breasts in vise-like hands, using them as levers to pull her into him even harder, stretching and twisting them.
"That's it!" he cried. "Harder! Faster! Make me come! And when you've finished, I'll watch you kill yourself by making you fuck an electric cattle prod! I personally will dump your naked corpse on the steps of City Hall! Hahahahahahah!"
As he neared orgasm, sanity seemed to slip further away from the madman. Barbara Gordon had no doubt that he meant what he said. The brief image of her shoving an electric prod in and out of her pussy until she died caused her to lurch away a brief moment. But that moment told the girl a lot.
The buzzing in her head, the tingling in her body, was dying away. The lurch of a moment ago shouldn't have been possible, but she had done it anyway! As an experiment, she tried putting her hand on his at her breast. It took concentration, but she did it! She had moved on her own! The drug was wearing off!
She continued to fuck the madman, but it was harder now. The agony in her body was more severe than ever, but she couldn't let him see that he no longer had complete control over her.
"I'm coming Batman! I'm coming!" she squealed, partly because it was true, partly to mask the fact that the sounds coming from her throat were from pain, not pleasure.
Her pussy exploded in a blinding kaleidoscope of colors. The agony and ecstasy flooded through her with nuclear force, twining around each other until they were indistinguishable, combining to form a new sensation she couldn't describe, and could barely cope with.
Mind Bender suddenly howled as if in victory, and his hot sperm rocketed into the girl's womb, scorching her with flood after flood of the sticky white substance. They cried out together in a last paroxysm of pleasure, and then they both collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Sweat ran down Barbara's body. She gasped for air, desperate to regain her strength quickly. She could feel the effect of his insidious drug had completely worn away. She had to stop him now, before he realized it. She knew she could not voluntarily do the things he and his henchmen would soon require of her. She was certain that, left to their own devices, they were not finished playing with her yet.
Fortunately, Mind Bender seemed to be in no hurry. Glancing at him, he seemed almost asleep. Just when she was about to make her move, he sat up.
"Was it good for you?" he giggled.
"Oh yes, Batman," she forced herself to say. "You were wonderful!"
The madman laughed aloud again. "Get in here!" he called out, and his henchmen immediately ran into the room. "I need to get some rest. You may do what you like with Bat-bitch here, but make sure she stays alive!"
The men all grinned down at her. Barbara was concerned for a moment that they were seeing her unmasked face, but realized it was unlikely they'd know she was the police commissioner's daughter, as long as their leader kept his mouth shut. Her father had been fiercely protective of her privacy, allowing no one to photograph her. Her identity, if nothing else, was safe for the moment.
Mind Bender collected his clothes and headed for the door to the next room. His henchmen told Barbara to stand and then discussed amongst themselves what they should make her do. She wanted desperately to tear into them and rip them limb from limb, but her own limbs were weak, her knees wobbly. She couldn't tackle them until she was sure she would win.
"Suck your tits!" one of the men told her. "We want something to watch while we decide what to do with you."
Barbara groaned inwardly, but forced a smile on her face and cupped her ample breasts, lifting them high. She made herself moan softly and sensuously as she licked and sucked on her red nipples. She performed the disgusting act with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and to good results. She felt her strength returning with each breath, and the men were quickly distracted from their discussion, watching her.
"Come over here and suck my dick," one of the men commanded. Barbara walked suggestively into the middle of the group of men, and just as she was about to kneel in front of the them, she instead brought a knee up hard into the nearest man's crotch. He howled in agony and dropped rolling on the floor. The others were taken completely off guard, and the fight was ridiculously simple. Two punches and two kicks saw all four unconscious on the floor.
Mind Bender, returning to investigate the commotion, had been warned. He raced back through the door, with Barbara racing after him. Through the doorway she saw what must have been the maniac's lab, with scientific equipment everywhere. At the far end of the room was a vat large enough to swim in, full of a liquid that she guessed from the color was Mind Bender's own special concoction.
Mind Bender himself was leaning over it, trying to prepare a new hypo of the stuff. His back was to her, and Barbara grabbed the only weapon she could see at hand...a large metal pot full of a different liquid chemical. Heaven only knew what it was. She heaved the pot across the room, catching the madman on the back of the head with it.
Mind Bender howled in pain as the force of the blow knocked him forward. As the pot and its unknown contents went into the vat, mixing with the mind drug, Mind Bender teetered off balance on the edge for a few moments, the plunged over the side and into the chemical.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" he shrieked in agony. "HELLLLPP! GET ME OUT!!!" He splashed around helplessly in the solution. His body began to swell as Barbara's had, making her realize he hadn't had to inject the chemical into her bloodstream at all. Skin contact would have been enough.
The villain couldn't pull himself out of the vat. His swollen body was too agonized to touch anything. It was as if he was on fire. Barbara looked for some way to pull him out without getting any of the stuff on her. She ran out of the room and returned a moment later with her utility belt, drawing a grappling hook and line from it.
By this time Mind Bender was no longer thrashing about. His head was above the liquid, grossly misshapen. His eyes had swollen shut, his every feature puffy, bulbous and distorted.
Barbara expertly swung the line out to him, catching his arm securely. She looped the other end over a pipe in the ceiling and was able to haul him out onto the floor. He collapsed there in evident torture, his entire body three times thicker than before. He quivered and drooled, coughing up the vile substance he'd been swimming in. His swollen tongue was distended, his mouth and nose looking barely human. The agony was so intense he was unable even to scream, or make any sound. Either that, or the drug had damaged his vocal cords. His puffy lips flapped together uselessly.
It was evident to Barbara that he had suffered a massive overdose of his own concoction. Plus, she had no idea what effect the added chemical in the pot would have to the mixture. Yet it seemed clear that his mental faculties, such as they ever were, were now almost non-existent. Hopefully, she thought bitterly, they'll remain that way.
She was about to leave to him, but turned back and considered something a moment. She knelt down between his legs and lifted his limp penis, now bloated to the size of a blunt club. She then held his testicles in her hand, studying them carefully.
She closed her fist, crushing his balls into a pulpy mass between her fingers. If he felt anything, he gave no sign. Mind Bender's mind was truly bent.
Without remorse, Barbara stood and pulled a spare costume from her belt, pausing to put it on only to study the torn flesh of her labia. If she hurried, she felt she could still stitch it up. With luck, there would hardly be a scar.
Batgirl left by way of the roof. Briefly, she saw two cloaked figures descend into the building she had just vacated, and smile grimly. You're too late this time, boys, she thought. She wondered what Batman and Robin would think the bat emblem charm she had left behind, but she no longer cared.
She considered showing herself to them, but she was pressed for time. Besides, Batman was no longer someone she needed to impress. Whatever else he had done, Mind Bender had shown her how childish her infatuation with the Dark Knight really was. Tonight she had grown up. Tonight she was a true hero.
Tonight, she thought with another grim smile, she had a grueling ride home on a motorcycle to look forward to. | mmmmmf, nc, mc | Part 3 | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/batgir10.txt |
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1,442 | Batgirl and Catwoman PART 2: [Bond, Rape, Machines] | "Hoo hoo hoo" cackled Joker, "if it isn't Bat bimbo and what's this, an even lovelier Catwoman." he mocked, gawking at the reformed heroine.
"Why don't come over here Bozo and I'll shove those eyes back into your head BACKWARDS!" Catwoman said in a calm, sultry voice, raising one wicked eyebrow and cocking her hips to one side.
"You mean like this." laughed the Joker as he reached up and turned his eyelids inside out in a high schoolish attempt at humor. Both the Joker and the Riddler began laughing hysterically at the prank. The girls, however, shook their heads in disgust at their juvenility.
"Quack quack... Shut up ya mangy excuses for circus clowns." blurted out the Penguin. "We haven't got time for this. The costumed clods will be here any moment if they survived Joker's little toy... quack quack."
"Oh but they won't. The explosion was enough to blow up any vehicle, even the Batmobile." the Joker replied.
"You put a bomb in Batman's car?" exclaimed Batgirl.
"Why yes, right outside police headquarters. Bwahahahahaha." blasted the Joker.
"Quack... enough of this gabbing." interrupted Penguin, grabbing a henchmen and propelling him toward the two lovely heroines, "put the bag on them QUICK! quack quack."
With that the group of various Penguin, Riddler and Joker goons headed for the two girls. The first shoved henchmen reached the two lovelies who instinctively let out two high kicks straight to his jaw. This sent him back toward the other eight henchmen like a returned tennis ball, wiping out three goons in the process.
The other four reached their target and the first took a south paw sing at Batgirl. She easily ducked the punch and side kicked the henchman in the chest, sending him to the floor.
Catwoman managed to jump up and do a spinning kick, connecting her long leg with two of the henchmen's faces. Both men went sailing to one side of her like a broom sweeping away a pile of dust.
The third henchman got through, however, and threw a heavy punch, connecting with Catwoman's jaw which sent her staggering backward across the room separating the two girls.
The Penguin, Joker and Riddler all rushed into the fray along with the four henchmen that were knocked down in the first attack. And two groups formed, one around Batgirl and one around Catwoman.
Batgirl continued to let out punch after punch, knock henchmen and villains away with each blow. Fighting a large group was actually easier than an individual since their attacks were usually uncoordinated and they ended up running into each other most of the time. She knew how to dodge between them and around then, using her smaller weight, agile body and superior speed to crash them into each other. The one other bonus was the fact they were trying to grab her and not pummel her. This left them open to much more serious attacks from her since they had their guard down.
Catwoman was also doing quite well, flipping and kicking her attackers with expert agility and skill. Batgirl was amazed at how this woman could move about and not have that costume fall off.
Suddenly, Batgirl felt a low dull pain from her back as the Joker cracked a wooden chair over her shoulders from behind. This sent the dazed heroine staggering toward the back wall of the room. At the same time, Catwoman received a series of rapid punches to the stomach and face, sending her staggering backward toward the same wall.
Both girls hit the wall at the same time and leaned up against the cabinet that stood there. "Its just like being Batman and Robin." gleamed Batgirl with a look of fantasy fulfillment.
"If you say one "holy" anything I'll scratch your eyes OUT!" she exclaimed.
With that, both girls jumped to either side of the 12 foot cabinet and wrenched it away from the wall, sending it piling down on a group of six henchmen which were heading toward them. The cabinet buried all six, temporarily taking them out of the picture.
The Riddler easily vaulted over the downed cabinet and let loose a quick punch to Catwoman's stomach. This sent her toward one side of the room. At the same time, one of the henchmen began swinging on Batgirl who found herself dodging a series of rapid blows.
As Catwoman staggered back, the Joker plowed into her from the side. At the same time, the remaining goon grabbed her by the legs and yanked them out from under her, sending her to the floor. The Penguin rushed in and all four began pummeling the helpless heroine.
Batgirl dispensed with the under trained goon and saw Catwoman's predicament. Thinking quickly, she ran across to the other side of the room and climbed on top of a cabinet. Making an acrobatic lunge, she jumped onto a low hanging chandelier and swung across the room toward the pile of men. Her muscular legs shot out and connect with the group sending all four men in several directions. She then dropped down and in the same motion grabbed Catwoman's arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Wow!" exclaimed Catwoman shaking her head, "It was a lot easier being villainess."
The two girls backed toward a tapestry that hung from the nearby wall and readied themselves for the next attack. The Penguin, Joker and Riddler slowly got up and staggered toward the middle of the room. Looking about, the Penguin's eyes shot out in amazement.
"Quack... I don't believe this. Our feathers plucked by a couple of chick-a-dees. Quack- Quack... Get your heads outta your pants and get THEM!" he ordered kicking a goon who lay half dazed on the floor.
"I see you still hire inferior help Penguin." Batgirl said arrogantly as she put her hands on her hips and took her usual cocky Batgirl stance.
Looking at Batgirl, Catwoman also took the same stance. "Well boys, are you going to come peacefully or do we have to get... TOUGH!" taking the same arrogant attitude. On her however, the look was way more sultry and wicked.
The Riddler let out a blast of rapid, convulsive giggling. "huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu Riddle me this ladies. What do you get when you combine a tap dancer and a pastry?"
Batgirl immediately went to work solving the riddle, dipping her head in intense thought. Seeing this, Catwoman gave her a slight shove and rolled her eyes. "What kind of stupid riddle is that?" she asked shaking her head in disbelief at the nerdiness of the whole situation.
"No, wait!" Batgirl said putting her hand on Catwoman's shoulder. "I know... a tap dancer... and a pastry... a tapestry?" she said with a tone of semi sureness.
"That's right Bat slut!" giggled the Riddler. Suddenly, shooting from the hip he fired a small laser gun over the two girls' heads. The beam hit a large hook that suspended the heavy tapestry hanging from the wall behind them. The massive cloth came tumbling down on both girls engulfing them both and forcing them to the floor.
At the same time, the dazed goons, who were recovering, got up and piled on top of the tapestry, pummeling the two lumps that were once Catwoman and Batgirl.
"Quack Quack... Good work Riddler but ya almost botched it with that stupid riddle." exclaimed the Penguin as the three raced toward the helpless heroines. "Hoo Hoo get them up, pull them to their feet." ordered the Joker.
The henchmen grabbed the two forms and pulled them up. They then pulled back just enough of the tapestry to reveal their heads but kept the rest of their struggling bodies cocooned in the giant cloth. The girls both surfaced from under the cloth, letting in a gasp of fresh air.
"Quack Quack... Let me in there!" said the Penguin as he forced a few goons aside and approached the girls.
"Quack... cover your faces...." and with that he raised his umbrella and pointed the tip at the two dazed heroines. Blue gas billowed from the tip and sprayed into their faces. The two girls gasped and coughed but the anesthetic was designed to be quick and potent. Catwoman and Batgirl's fiery spirits were stilled as both girls fell unconscious.
"Quack... Joker, take care of Catwoman and Batgirl. We can't have either of them running about mucking up our plans, especially Catwoman." ordered Penguin.
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu That's right Penguin. That was sheer brilliance committing cat related crimes so the police and the dynamic dimwits would go after jug queen here instead of us." added the Riddler.
"Hoo Hoo I know just what to do with our little feminine guests." ecstatically replied the Joker, "Quickly men, tie and gag them both. We want them packaged nicely for the trip."
"Just make it permanent and despicable. Quack" replied the Penguin. "and don't foul it up..." he added, swatting the Joker with his umbrella and waddling out the door with the Riddler and their goons.
The Joker's henchmen unraveled the tapestry and pulled the two unconscious girls out, laying them on the floor. Rolling Catwoman on her stomach, they pulled her arms behind her back and securely tied them together, first at the wrists and then at the elbows.
They then tied her legs together, wrapping several coils of rope around her knees and then her ankles, securing them together with a series of very tight knots. They then rolled her on her back and sat her up. Wrapping several coils of rope around her upper arms, they secured her arms so she could not slid her tied hands over her legs when she woke.
A bandanna was balled up and stuffed in her mouth with another one wrapped and tied around her mouth to secure it in place. Finally a third bandanna was wrapped around her eyes, blindfolding Catwoman.
The same was done to Batgirl. When they were done, all four men stood up and loomed over the two bound and gagged heroines sleeping on the floor. "Hoo Hoo quickly, lets get them into the truck. I know just where to take them."and with that the whole band of men began to laugh loudly. A grinding, mechanical noise came to life from the whole machine and the two odd mechanical devices between their legs rose up and into position.
"You see, this device was originally made to test various vibrators for their effectiveness," the Joker explained. "Originally, where you two ladies are now secured, there were two test dummies designed to simulate female responses and to feed the data back to the computer," the Joker continued as he and the henchmen began to tape small circular white tapes with sampling electrodes to the heroines' bodies.
"Now, of course, you're the dummies," he said mockingly, letting out a horrendous laugh.
"You see, I modified the machine. Before it would just try a dildo and record the response. Now, it will monitor your bodies' responses and continue to 'test' the same dildo until you climax. At that point, the machine will change vibrators and try a new one, each time exacting a climax," he explained with a demonic chortle.
"Hoo Hoo the beauty of it is the more you fight and resist, the more it will try to make you both come, however, the more you climax, the more your minds will go insane," he continued. "You will both be total vegetables when it's done. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
With that, the Joker clapped his hands in joy and continued to press buttons. "OK Joker, fun is fun... ha ha... I forgive you. Untie me," Catwoman said, pulling at her bonds.
"I'm afraid not my feline friend, I can't do that," replied the Joker.
"JOKER! THIS IS INSANE!" Selena screamed. "Do you know what that thing's going to do to us!"
"Actually, I'm not quite sure. The machine was never made to be used by people and there are numerous warning labels everywhere. I really have no idea what will actually happen hoo hoo hoo," he responded laughingly. "You changed sides remember. Now you're going to get the lesson you deserve."
"This is too insidious Joker!" exclaimed Batgirl. "Do you know what the penalty for rape is in this city! You're going to be in big trouble MISTER!" she blared defiantly.
All four men looked at her and wiggled their fingers making an "oooo I'm so threatened" gesture.
"Great going sister," Selena said to Batgirl out of the corner of her mouth. "That's got them really shaking in their boots."
The Joker then turned to face Selena and slowly walked up to the bound heroine. His grin left his face and he now took on a sinister, almost perverse expression as he leaned over her. Glaring down at her large breasts, he reached up and grabbed the sides of her white suit, pulling the fabric up and over her breasts. Her bare breasts rolled to her sides as they were exposed. Selena surged and arched her back in horror as this disgusting man bared her breasts. His right hand then reached across and firmly cupped her left tit, squeezing and massaging the large gland with utter enjoyment. Catwoman let out an animalistic hiss of resistance as he continued to accost her.
At the same time, one of the goons grabbed Batgirl's top and pulled it up over her breasts and her head. Her panicked eyes darted around in desperation as the man reached for the clasp that held the cups of her support bra together. Then, with a small yell, Batgirl surged as the clasp was undone and the cups popped apart, exposing her plump breasts. The henchman then grabbed both tits firmly with each hand, squeezing and massaging them with incredible delight. Batgirl screamed and gyrated in futile resistance as her chest was molested by the Joker's henchman.
The Joker then lunged down at Selena, grabbing her tit and plunging the nipple into his mouth. He began sucking hard and long, squeezing the helpless breast in a frantic attempt to suck it dry. At the same time, his left hand grabbed her right breast and he forcefully massaged both breasts, moving his mouth from one unprotected nipple to the other in a fanatic feeding frenzy. Every once in a while he would bury his face deep in her cleavage and squeeze her tits to the sides of his face, letting himself become buried in an almost heavenly sea of tanned breasts.
Batgirl was no better off as the goon sucked and sucked on her perky breasts. He grabbed the bare nipple of her other, exposed breast and pulled it, pinching and squeezing it in an erotically teasing fashion. Barbara continued to struggle and cry out as he sucked harder and harder, almost engulfing her ripe tit in his mouth.
Selena also cried in protest, but her shouts were more like a cat hissing in defiance. She would let out deep, heavy moans and sprays of hisses as she struggled in vain. One of the other goons came up next to the Joker and tapped him on the shoulder, giving him an eager look. "Yes, YES there's plenty for all. It's milking time!" the Joker exclaimed as both men grabbed a large breast and began massaging and sucking Selena dry. The other goon joined the one accosting Batgirl and all four men enjoyed a feast of breasts with the two struggling heroines fighting in vain to escape violation.
After about 20 minutes, the four were satiated and they backed away with satisfied looks on their faces. "MMMMM that was so yummy," the Joker mused. "I didn't know you were so juicy my dear Catwoman."
"Go to hell!" cried Catwoman as she continued to struggle. Both girls' breasts were covered with sweat and saliva from the ruthless mammary onslaught they both just went through. "Yeah, You'll never get away with this!" cried Batgirl. "Good always triumph over evil!"
"Honey, I'm gonna have to teach you some better lines," said Catwoman out of the corner of her mouth to Batgirl.
"Hoo Hoo, I don't think you'll get the chance," and with that Joker and the goons grabbed both girls' lower outfits and forcefully pulled them down. Batgirl's spandex shorts slid down around her gyrating hips and down to her feet. Her one leg was unclasped and the pants were removed. Her leg was then secured back in place. Catwoman's outfit was also pulled off and both girls now lay naked and defenseless on the cold steel beds.
The Joker then reached over and flipped the final switch, activating the demonic machine. Lights and pistons came to life as the conveyor belt started up. A dildo moved along the belt and into each of the odd machines that sat between the two girls' legs. After a second or two, the dildo appeared from the front of the machine, pre-lubricated and ready to go. A robotic arm assembly then moved it toward its unprotected target.
"NO NO!" cried Barbara. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"I'LL SWITCH BACK TO A LIFE OF CRIME!" Selena pleaded. "THIS IS INSANE JOKER!"
Their cries fell on deaf ears as the first dildo found its mark and plunged slowly into Selena Kyle's defenseless vagina. The dark-haired amazon reeled back, surging her wide hips upward in defiance as the phallic force itself past her tightened vaginal muscles and deep into her womb.
Barbara screamed in sheer panic as her dildo forced itself between her lips and entered deeply inside her. Her hips thrust and pounded frantically as the dildo gained each inch. Apparently the machines were randomly selecting sex toys as both girls experienced different devices. Barbara's dildo was a long, curved implement with several ridges and ripples.
Selena's was a long, fat white phallic that filled her completely and was too large to allow her any time to resist or think. Her situation was compounded by the fact that the machine began sliding the device in and out of her in an attempt to make her come.
Barbara was experiencing the same ordeal as her curved phallic slid back and forth in a forcefully rhythmic fashion. The sheer act of being stripped and molested, coupled with the forced penetration she was now experiencing, brought on her first climax which sent her reeling upward in ecstasy.
Hearing Barbara's erotic cries and moans and listening to another woman being forced to climax, drove Selena over the edge and the large-breasted heroine also caved in, surging in an uncontrollable climax.
"Boy they're real screamers boss," one of the goons said as he gaped at the fantastic spectacle before him. "Yeah, a couple of real moaners," drooled another one.
"Gag them, gag them both," the Joker ordered, waving his finger at them, "we don't want any passersby to hear them and rescue them."
"Right boss," and with that the henchmen reinserted the bandannas into each girl's mouth and secured the rags in place, gagging them both.
"Tata ladies," chortled the Joker. "I'd love to stay and watch you both suffer but I've got pressing business to attend to," and with that the Joker and his men left the two bound and gagged heroines as the machine ruthlessly continued to rape them both.
Sensing Batgirl's defeat, her machine withdrew the first phallic and a new one rolled down the conveyor belt. This one was fat and shaped like several large balls packed together in a row. The new phallic plunged deep inside her struggling hips and reached her defenseless womb. It too began to pump in and out, forcing Batgirl to thrust wildly in defiance. Barbara had used vibrators before but never like this. Nothing sexual had ever happened to her before at the hands of these villains and now the act of being forcefully raped fed her erotic fantasies. She began to lose herself in the overwhelming experience as another climax claimed her and a new dildo moved into place.
Selena's was narrower and long. "A small one," she thought in relief, "at least I can ride this one out..." but before she could finish her thought, her hips surged in desperate panic. Another, fatter smooth phallic came up and inserted itself under the first, forcing itself deep into her. The new combination of two dildos penetrating her was bigger than the first dildo and this sent her surging in uncontrollable ecstasy as they both reached her womb. They then began to slide in and out but in opposite directions.
"JOKER YOU INCIDEOUS BASTARD!" Selena cried out under her gag as the pumping drove her wild with sensation. Both ladies gyrated frantically as climax after climax stripped them of their wills and their minds. The Joker was right, at this rate they would both end up vegetables if they couldn't escape. | [Bond, Rape, Machines] | Part 2 | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/Batgirl2.txt |
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1,454 | Ann Douglas | Batgirl And Robin | "Can I borrow those?" Robin asked.
"I was planning to give them to my fa...to a friend of mine. He collects things like this. In fact, he was the one who showed me how to open old cuffs like that."
Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to Commissioner Gordon's house and seen the old collection in the study. Many nights when she was a child, her father had explained the pieces to her and how they worked.
"I'll give them back, I promise." Robin said. "I just want to use them to run a trap simulation when Batman gets back."
"A trap simulation?" Batgirl inquired.
"Whenever one of us runs into a difficult trap, we do a reenactment to see what weaknesses we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the future."
"That's an interesting idea." Batgirl noted. "Makes a lot of sense. Tell me more about it."
"Well, if Batman were in town, we'd run it tonight while it was fresh in my mind. But as it is, I'll have to wait until Monday to do it."
"You couldn't do it without him?" she asked.
"Well, I'm not supposed to do it without a spotter. Kind of like working out with weights. You should have someone there in case something goes wrong."
"Hmm." Batgirl mused. "Would I do as a spotter?"
"I don't see why not?" Robin replied. "After all, you certainly did better in the original than I did. But why would you want to go to all that trouble?"
"Well, first of all, I think it's kind of an interesting idea. Secondly, I had originally planned a pretty late evening so I didn't get up today until the near side of noon. So it's either this, going out again on patrol or seeing what's on the cable."
"Okay, if you really want to."
"Then it's settled." Batgirl smiled as she rose and took the paper plates she'd been eating off of and tossed them into the trash. "How do we go about this?"
"Well, normally, if it were possible, we'd go back to the original site." Robin explained as he dumped his own trash.
"The only problem there is that it's still a crime scene and we might run into some of Gotham's Finest or worse the Press." Batgirl added.
"Exactly." Robin agreed. "The second option would be to recreate it in the Batcave."
"Then I guess the Batcave it is." concluded Batgirl.
Silence filled the air for a few seconds until Robin said in an almost shock-filled voice. "Take you to the Batcave?"
The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that of a maiden who'd just been asked to surrender her virginity to a stranger.
"Why, is that a problem?" she asked.
"No, I guess not." he replied somewhat sheepishly. "I'd have to ask you to put on a blindfold while we drove there. It's one of the rules."
"I guess I'm not driving then." Batgirl quipped. "No problem, I'm not afraid of the dark."
"They should be done with the Batmobile by now, we can swing by the Police garage and pick it up." said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed than before.
"Good, let's clean up the rest of this and be on our way.""Ed said as he answered a question. "Now if you'll excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the Carlton Arms."
"And a special dessert," Betty giggled like a little girl.
"Carlton Arms!" Batgirl said in shock. "He's taking that bimbo to the Carlton!"
A rage flushed through her body at the thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed she'd reserved for Ed and her. How could that bastard do something like that to her?
"Is something wrong?" Robin said as he reentered.
He scanned the overhead monitors, half expecting to see some disaster in the making. Instead, he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout babe.
"No, no problem," Batgirl said. "I just made a mistake about something, that's all."
Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female counterpart into one of the adjacent smaller caverns. Equipped as a combat training center, it was relatively easy to set up the trap scenario. As they secured a crossbeam in place and attached the old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn't help but notice that Batgirl seemed much more distant than when they'd first arrived in the Batcave.
"Are you feeling all right?" he asked.
"What?..." she replied, quickly shaking off her melancholy mood. "I'm fine, really. I guess some of the seafood didn't agree with me, that's all."
"We can forget about this, you know," said the Teen Wonder. "It's really not all that important."
"Don't be silly," Batgirl laughed. "We're all ready to go. Now climb up there and remember what I showed you."
After a few seconds' hesitation, Robin lifted his arms high over his head and allowed Batgirl to secure the restraints around his wrists. He pulled on them a few times to test their strength, then nodded that he was ready. Before he had started, Robin had secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of realism. Of course, it was a lot cleaner than the original.
Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and slowly turned the crank that raised the crossbeam. After a few turns, Robin was just about the same height as in the warehouse.
"Ok, the clock starts...now!" Batgirl called out as she watched the giant sweep hand of the wall clock pass twelve.
Robin went to work instantly, a look of determination and confidence on his face. Agile fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds, duplicating the sequence he had been shown earlier. He tried it once, then twice, but still the bonds failed to spring open.
His look of confidence changed to one of confusion as a third attempt failed to free him. Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl's direction in search of an explanation.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that you can change the tumble sequence on those old cuffs?" Batgirl replied to his silent question. "After all, what you really want to learn is how to figure out the sequence, not just mimic what someone else showed you."
In frustration, Robin tried a variation of the sequence, then pulled fruitlessly at the metal circles around his wrists. He was angry at his own overconfidence.
"I can let you down if you want?" Batgirl said.
Robin shook his head no. One way or the other, he would get out of this on his own.
As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a chance to really study her younger compatriot. Strange how she never really noticed before what a fine-tuned body he had. Muscular, yet lean, the sort of body a champion swimmer or an acrobat would have. In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she'd seen him execute over the last few years, Batgirl wouldn't be surprised if Robin had some sort of acrobatic background.
Following the lines of his body, she watched as every muscle seemed to tense as he tried to get free. Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to give him just a little more leeway.
It was then she noticed that indeed every muscle had come into play. Pressed tight against the confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a full hardness. Spurred to life by his exertions, his member was no less impressive than when she'd seen it only a few hours before.
The memory of his young manhood, erect and exposed, brought a now familiar tingle within her. She knew that when she got home, there wasn't going to be enough batteries in Gotham to fulfill her need. Thinking back, she now recognized the emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker swallow Robin's prize. It hadn't been anger, or even disgust - it had been envy!
Glancing at the clock on the wall to check Robin's time, Batgirl noted that it was a quarter to midnight. The late supper at the Carlton would just be drawing to a close. Ed and Liz would be on their way up to their room just about now. No, not their room...her room. And her bed!
Jerking her head away from the clock and back to Robin, her eyes opened in disbelief. The Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but his familiar red and green costume was gone. He was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning to her.
The purple and gold clad woman blinked a few times then looked again. To her relief, it had all been an illusion. Robin was fully clothed. But was it relief she actually felt, or disappointment. She was so confused, her hormones were overtaking her judgment.
Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall what actually was going through her mind when she took that first step forward. Like a sleepwalker, she moved forward seemingly without conscious thought. Robin was too preoccupied with his predicament to notice, that is until he felt the waistband of his shorts being pulled away, then the warm soft embrace of Batgirl's gloved hand around his young cock.
Robin's eyes opened in mute astonishment as he suddenly looked down and saw the Darknight Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze. Then she ran her long fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even harder. Even if he hadn't been gagged, no words would've issued from his lips. He was in a state of shock. His first thought was that he was imagining it, that this couldn't really be happening.
That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl suddenly dropped down to her knees and tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that had formed there. Then she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and swirled it around his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the trace she had left with her fingers a few moments before.
Reaching the base, the dark-garbed woman sucked on his balls, taking first one then the other into her mouth. Then she let them both slide free and moved back up his now wet shaft.
In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the full length of his shaft, sliding the young manmeat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her pent-up desires centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man before her.
No way he was imagining this, thought the Teen Wonder as every touch of the redhead's tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could feel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was going to be impossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay the inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part screamed to unleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive salvo.
Truth be known, Batgirl wasn't as good a cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or even as good as Selina or Jessica. But for all of either woman's skill, neither had been the object of his boyhood lust.
Watching his cock slide in and out in those final moments before he lost control, Robin could see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl's face. A look reflected on his own.
As soon as she felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of her mouth, Batgirl deep-throated Robin's cock and swallowed the steady stream as fast as it came. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor. In a strange sort of way, it was almost incestuous.
She held the softening cock in her mouth for a few long moments, savoring the tangy taste. Then as the sudden sexual fever faded, she let it slip from her mouth as the realization of what she'd done hit her.
"Omigod!" she thought as she stepped back and rose to her feet. "Oh God, what have I done?" she repeated to herself in a silent horror.
"Robin, I don't know what I can say?" she stammered. "I don't know how I can explain..."
The look in Robin's eyes caused her to pause. She had expected to see anger, hostility, a sense of outrage. Instead, she saw a deep longing, a desire, a hunger that needed to be filled.
"You don't want me to stop...do you?" she asked in a soft voice.
Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from around his mouth. She let it fall to the floor as she repeated the question.
"No," was Robin's quiet single-word reply.
A smile filled her face as she stepped even closer to the bound boy and kissed him. As their lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in her own soul. Her eager tongue pressed against his as they took turns sliding into each other's mouth. A second kiss followed, then a third and fourth. Batgirl reached up and with one hand, freed his hands from his bindings. Once freed, they closed around the woman before him, pulling her as close as he could.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable," Batgirl whispered in his ear.
A soft snap filled the air as Robin's bright yellow cape dropped from his shoulders onto the floor. Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held his red vest together, until that too joined the cape on the padded floor. Lifting the green shirt he wore underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly haired chest. Gloved hands stroked well-developed muscles, taking a moment to tweak the small nipples in the center.
"I'm glad you like that," she said."I've got a lot more that I think you're going to like."
Leaning forward, she stretched out her tongue and caressed his nipples. It didn't take long for them to become erect. Kissing each one, she drew them inside her mouth and sucked gently. Too often, young men freaked if they found themselves enjoying activities that they associated as being things that guys did to girls. They often associated such enjoyment with some sort of latent homosexuality. Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that.
It didn't take long before Robin was wearing only the black mask on his face and nothing else. Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace and took a few more steps back.
"Mind if I get comfortable too?" she grinned.
First went her purple and gold cape. With a wave of her arm, she tossed it atop Robin's own. Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her utility belt. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of her bodysuit. Carefully, she peeled it off her body, aware of Robin's eyes following her every move. Finally, she stood there in only her bra, panties, and cowl.
Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl wished for a second she had worn the lace green pair she'd left back on her bed. Then she reflected that they'd never have lasted through the earlier fight. Freeing her breasts and letting the plain white bra join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a few times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra was normally a tight fit. The matching panties quickly joined it on the floor. Then she hesitated.
The beats of her heart quickened as she reached up and undid the snaps of her cowl. She started to lift it, then paused once more.
"This is my decision," she said as she looked right at Robin. "It's not something that you have to reciprocate."
Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl and long-haired red wig that defined her Batgirl identity dropped to the ground.
"Well...what do you think?" Barbara Gordon asked as she struck a pose. "I know I'm no Catwoman but..."
"No..." Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. "You're much more beautiful."
"I bet you say that to all the naked crimefighters," Barbara laughed.
Robin could only think of one way to prove he meant it. Without hesitation, he reached up and pulled off his own mask. The look of recognition on Barbara's face was instantaneous.
"Dick Grayson," Barbara said to herself. "How could I not have recognized him before?"
She'd been introduced to Grayson at a dozen charity fund-raisers for the library, how could she not have recognized him? It wasn't like he wore a cowl and wig like she did, that she could've understood. It was like someone putting on a pair of glasses and all your friends thinking you were someone else.
Then it hit her that every time she'd been introduced to Dick, he'd been with his guardian, Bruce Wayne. When you had such an impressive hunk as the millionaire chairman of Wayne Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice the kid with him.
"Omigod!" a mental voice screamed in Barbara's mind as a curtain rose and the obvious suddenly became clear. "Wayne is The Batman!"
Bruce Wayne was The Batman. It seemed so unbelievable. Who would ever have thought that a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the night. Then again, who would've ever thought of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when you stopped to think about it.
She flashed back to the night she'd become Batgirl. To that silly smile Wayne had flashed at her when she'd told him her name was Batgirl. Suddenly his secret joke made sense.
"Something funny?" a confused Dick asked.
"Sorry," a beaming Barbara said, a wide smile on her face. "I just got the punch line to an old joke. I'll explain it to you later."
Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by the hand. They took a few steps together, then she asked...
"With all the caverns you have down here, is there one that has a bed?"
Of course there was. In fact, it was a perfect recreation of the master bedroom of Wayne Manor above. Complete with a oversized four-poster bed. No R.J. Nickels here. At that moment, Barbara couldn't care if it was a storeroom with an army cot.
Laying across the satin sheets, the two adventures slowly, gently, explored each other's bodies. Soft kisses, gentle strokes, and quiet words stretched minutes into a half-hour. Starting at her neck, Dick kissed his way down to Barbara's breasts. He covered them with soft pecks before demonstrating the skill he had learned at the hands of his other lovers.
Barbara moaned softly as Dick played with her nipples with both his hands and his mouth. Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small pink circles before pressing his face deep within the valley between. His tongue licked every inch of exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. Barbara slid her hand under her left breast and lifted it, guiding the nipple into his mouth. Dick eagerly took the offering and delivered the same pleasure she'd given him before. He quickly shifted to her other mound, all the while continuing to stroke her body. His hand slid down to between her legs and he gently caressed the soft red-haired mound.
Barbara leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting Dick to further take of her delights. Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across her body, he quickly reached the center of her sexuality. He planted a kiss to the left of her pearl, then the right, before spreading Barbara's moist lips with his fingers to expose the excited clit within.
A loud sigh escaped Barbara's lips as Dick made contact with her love button. Whatever his other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might have been, it was quickly obvious that he was a first-class pussy licker. Spreading her legs as far as she could, the 23-year-old rolled her head back and closed her eyes, losing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
Barbara's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger lover's tongue. He slid a finger inside her, adding its motion to the rhythm he'd established. Faster and faster moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding red hair with sticky girlcum. And with each repetition, both the waves of delight and loud moans that accompanied them increased as well.
"Oh yes," Barbara yelled. "Lick my pussy, you've gotten it so..so wet. I want to cum!"
It wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped through her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption covered Dick's face. Ever since the night he had first sucked Catwoman's pussy, Dick had loved the taste of a woman's cum. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could.
The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Barbara quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled Dick to her. She kissed him hard, tasting her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that covered his cheeks.
"I want you inside me," she panted in between kisses. "I want your cock in my pussy!" she said in a much louder voice.
Pushing the younger man down on the bed, Barbara spun around and mounted him. Her back to his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of her breasts. With a firm grip on each soft mound, Dick played with each nipple as she began to ride his ever-hard cock up and down.
"Oh yes....yes!!" Barbara panted as she felt Dick's manhood fill her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so good.
Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole, there wasn't much Dick could do but lay back and enjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It seemed to be a familiar pattern by now. In the end, he always seemed to become a mere extension of his cock. It was the position in which both Selina and Jessica had always used. They had always needed to have the dominate role. Just once he'd like to have it be different.
As if she could read his mind, Barbara had the same exact thought. Part of her mind flashed back to the conversation they'd had earlier. It only took a second to make a decision.
Pulling herself off him, she jumped forward onto the length of the long bed. Spreading out her arms and legs, she lifted her crotch up into the air and invited Dick to enter her on his own.
The 17-year-old didn't waste a second. He rose to his knees and took a firm hold on the front of her legs. With all the force he could muster, he pushed himself inside of her. Again and again, he felt his balls slam against her body as he pushed harder and harder.
"Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!" Barbara yelled yet again.
Beads of sweat ran down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild animals. Long gone were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had been left behind in the pile of costumes in the outer room. As she felt each new thrust of Dick's cock, Barbara thought of the countless nights he'd masturbated thinking about a night like this. A thought that must have been on his mind as well. It drove both of them to a state neither had ever approached before.
Breaths came in labored short gasps and Barbara felt her vision blur as what had to be the most intense orgasm of her young life set every nerve of her body afire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that plateau she had only dreamed about.
Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence, her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal. But the memory would never fade.It would be something she would remember night after night.
Collapsing on her stomach across the bed, Barbara felt Dick lay down across her. He was as exhausted as she was. Sometime during her brief journey into bliss, Dick had caught up with her and sent a hot burst of whiteness splashing across her ass. Her eyes half closed, she reached back and wiped her fingers across the gummy film. She lifted the cum-covered fingers to her lips and licked them clean. This action brought a broad smile to Dick's face before he drifted into a deep sleep. Moments later, Barbara joined him in the sleep of the contented.
The morning dawn would not only bring a new day but a new team. A new Dynamic Duo - the team of Batgirl and Robin. | null | Part Three | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/BatgirlAndRobin3.txt |
1,456 | Ann Douglas | Batgirl And Robin | "Look at that, he's still got half a hard-on," Mary Beth noted as she pointed to Robin's cum-covered cock. "I bet he's all ready to go at it again."
"That's why I like them young," Ma replied.
"I'm next!" Betty Sue called out.
"No way!" Mary Beth responded. "You always get to go next. Besides, I can tell that he wants me. Don't you, Robin honey? I bet you can't wait to taste those pussy juices for real."
"Bullshit, if he hadn't been looking at my tits while I was changing, he wouldn't have even gotten caught," Betty Sue countered.
Pulling her T-shirt up and over her bra-less mounds, she bounced them in front of the captive Robin. Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a 38DD.
"This is what you want, isn't it, Robin baby?" she said.
"This could get ugly real fast," Batgirl thought. "If one of them decided to end it with a bullet. I might not be able to wait for daughter number three."
Part of Batgirl's decision to rush into what might be a precipitous action was the realization that despite the fact that the scene that had just occurred could be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching it. In fact, it had turned her on immensely.
A handful of small glass capsules filled her gloved hand, taken from one of the compartments in her belt. Any advantage of surprise had to be pressed as hard as possible. If daughter three appeared out of the woodwork, it could all go so very wrong, so very fast.
Batgirl's body tensed as she slowly began to rise and counted off the seconds until she would spring into action. If she could just get them a little closer together.
"Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head and that'll settle it," said a strong voice from the other side of the room.
Batgirl quickly dropped flat as the third daughter walked into the room. Peering carefully over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival.
"Oh shit!" she gasped. "She must be at least six feet tall."
That was only where her astonishment over Ma Parker's baby daughter began. She was six one to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a movie star and body builder. With the best of both, the result was a powerful muscular form. Her platinum blond hair was razor-cut in an almost military style. She was wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top that seemed two sizes too small. Firm hard breasts pressed against the too-thin material, the nipples visible even to Batgirl. Despite all of her training, Batgirl looked like a skinny school girl next to her.
Watching the professional, no-nonsense manner in which she walked across the dirty stone floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most dangerous of the three daughters. The black Uzi was slung over her shoulder, hanging within easy reach.
"If you're through playing around, you might like to know that I checked the upper floors and the building's clear," she said as she neared the rest of the group.
"You worry too much, Debbie Jo," Betty said.
"One of us should," Debbie Jo replied. "The little asshole here had a transmitter in his hand when I caught him. He might've gotten off a signal before I smashed it."
"If he did, this place would've already been crawling with cops," was Betty Sue's retort. "Do you see any cops?"
The exchange just reinforced Batgirl's original assessment that next to Ma Parker, Debbie was the most dangerous of the foursome. The other two daughters were just muscle.
Batgirl couldn't get over how physically different Debbie was from her sisters. Then she recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker's file.
It had been one of the most sensational crimes of twenty-two years ago. Harold Swartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films, had disappeared during a morning exercise run. For two weeks, the bulk of Gotham's Finest had turned the underside of the city inside and out without finding a clue as to the whereabouts of the former Mr. Universe. For all their efforts, all they had to go on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene. No ransom note, no demands, no communications of any kind.
Then, following a lead turned up by then Lieutenant James Gordon, they had finally found Swartzenberger. The star had been found nude, tied spread-eagle on a bed in one of the seedier hotels outside the city limits.
The actor was somewhat reluctant to say what had happened during the twelve days since he'd vanished. Sarah May Parker, on the other hand, was more than willing to proclaim to the world how she'd sucked and fucked the former weight lifter all that time.
"Hell, sometimes we'd do it three or four times a day," she yelled out before they slammed the door of the paddy wagon on her.
Unwilling to risk the damage to his career once the Hollywood tabloids got hold of the story, Swartzenberger refused to press charges. Hopefully, most people would just assume it was all a publicity stunt and ignore Parker's story.
Unfortunately, those dozen days of passion had left Sarah May pregnant, giving credence to her story. Sarah got child support, and Swartzenberger's career never reached its potential. In all that time, he had never seen his daughter.
"Hey Debbie, want a taste?" Mary Beth asked as she ran her finger along the length of Robin's cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma Parker had missed.
"I'll pass," was Debbie Jo's curt reply.
"Don't know what you're missing," Mary Beth said as she slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"I'll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there, dripping pussy juice you'd be quick to lap it up."
Betty Jo snickered.
"Maybe..." Debbie purred with a smile. "But I can think of a lot better place to do it than a filthy dump like this."
The dual thought that such a phenomenal beauty such as Debbie was both into women and as such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed feelings. The thought of her being in Robin's predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting with the rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The thought of a sexual encounter with the likes of Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to consider expanding her sexuality. Of course, that would be if she could separate that perfect body from the person it contained.
Dismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl again jumped to her feet. In a single fluid movement, she bounded over the railing and into the air. As she flew, her hand swung around and sent the half dozen glass capsules ahead of her.
"Robin... Starburst!" she yelled out as she dropped over the railing, a split second before the capsules detonated into an all-encompassing whiteness.
Controlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl was able to deliver the full force of her 110-pound frame in one single blow. The impact point being the center of Debbie's chest. The amazon hadn't been blinded like her sisters. Unlike them, she had looked down, not upward when she heard Batgirl's shout, preserving her vision. Even now, she was swinging the Uzi on her shoulder into play.
Knocked backward into a support beam by the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip on the Uzi and watched helpless as it flew across the floor. Her head banged into the beam as well, causing a few moments of disorientation. Moments Batgirl put to all too good use.
No sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl dropped to what looked like a push-up position. Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular legs around in a wide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off her feet.A partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her pistol from its holster and was trying to take aim at the rapidly moving intruder. Try as she could, she still couldn't differentiate between Batgirl and her daughters.
No such concern entered Betty Sue's mind. Although as visually handicapped as her mother, she wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. Aiming in the general direction of the blurry forms, she let off first one, then both barrels.
A cry of pain filled the air as the spray of pellets found a target.
"I got them!" Betty cried out in triumph.
"You got me, you stupid bitch!" came the reply.
Betty recognized the voice as belonging to Mary Beth. Her sister had just leapt to her feet after being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right into the line of fire.
Even as Mary Beth again fell to the ground, this time clutching her left leg in agony, Batgirl moved against Ma Parker and Betty. A hard-tossed batarang slammed against the side of Ma's head, bringing unconsciousness with it. Betty joined her a few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right hook and left cross combination.
Batgirl took a moment to breathe, only to have it cut short as a strong arm wrapped around her neck. Debbie hadn't been as stunned as she thought, and was already pressing the attack. It was only a muffled warning from the still-bound Robin that gave her the precious second to protect her breathing passage.
Locked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back with all of her strength. She could tell it wouldn't be enough. Ma Parker's youngest was just too much bigger and stronger. If only she could get a little more leverage. All she needed was a small opening.
"I'm going to rip your fucking head off, bitch!" Debbie said as she pulled Batgirl backward.
She took another step back and then suddenly loosed her hold. Batgirl immediately took advantage of her unexplained error and sent her right elbow as hard as she could into the larger woman's chest. The blow was enough to free her, and she pulled out of the killer grip.
Spinning around to an attack position, Batgirl suddenly understood the cause of her assailant's distraction. As they had moved closer to him, Robin had swung up and wrapped his legs around Debbie's neck. He didn't have the leverage to hold her, but as he pulled himself against her from the left side, Debbie found her face pressed against his exposed crotch. The strong, pungent smell of his manhood and the taste of his cum-stained cock against her lips sent her into a panic. Instinctively, her only thought was to pull away, ignoring the need to keep a tight hold on Batgirl.
Debbie grabbed one of Robin's legs with each hand and pulled them from around her neck. She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth when she suddenly remembered Batgirl. Too late, she turned her attention back to her captive, only to be met by a flurry of fists.
A brilliantly executed judo move sent the larger woman to the ground, face first. Before she could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her arms behind her as she slammed on a pair of strong steel handcuffs.
"You fucking cocksucking bitch!" Debbie called out over her shoulder.
A smile crossed Batgirl's face as she let out a deep breath of relief and made sure that all four of her adversaries were indeed down for the count. She found Debbie's curse somewhat amusing.
"Don't knock it unless you've tried it, honey," she said just loud enough for Debbie to hear her.
"You're going to pay for this!" Debbie again cursed out as she struggled helplessly against the bonds.
"Maybe, but not today!" was Batgirl's reply.
Checking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to find that she had only superficial leg injuries. A few inches to the left and she'd have caught a lot more than the edge of the shotgun blast. She pinned her hands behind her with the same plastic restraints she'd used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue.
Using the handcuff key she'd found on Ma, Batgirl freed Robin from the overhead beam. She tried not to watch as he composed himself, but she had to sneak one last look. The young man certainly was impressive.
Ten minutes later, a phone call for assistance caused the old warehouse to indeed be swarming with members of the GCPD. Led by a cigar-chomping Sgt. Bullock, they quickly led an infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans.
"We found the Batmobile out back," Bullock said to Robin. "Looks like one of the harpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs."
"Great," Robin muttered. "This night is getting better and better."
"Don't sweat it, kid," Bullock growled. "I've already talked to Chief O'Hara, and he's sending a flatbed truck over to take it to the Police garage over on Barnaby Street. Batman left two sets of those special tires you use over there just in case he ever needed them. They'll have you back on the road in about an hour or two."
"Thanks," said Robin.
"Meanwhile, we'll be glad to give you a lift over there or down to Police Headquarters," added Bullock.
"Nah, I'll get there on my own," Robin said in a tone that said he really didn't want to be around the men of Bullock's Strike Force right now.
From the funny looks they had all given him, and the sly smiles on more than a few faces, he knew Ma Parker had told them all about the blowjob she had given him.
"Suit yourself, kid," Bullock said as he turned and followed the rest of the Task Force out the door.
Robin stood there for a few moments, watching them leave. It had been one screwed-up night. And it wasn't going to be any better tomorrow night when Batman got back and heard all about it. No one would have to tell him, it would be the butt of a dozen jokes in every police bar by midnight.
"I'd offer you a ride, but where could I take you," Batgirl said as she stepped up to him.
"I guess we could always go out for Pizza," he quipped, trying to put his worries behind him. "I haven't eaten since this morning."
"I do think we'd be more than a little conspicuous in these outfits," Batgirl smiled, remembering that she too had missed dinner. "I guess there's always takeout."
"I've got a better idea," Robin responded in a burst of sudden inspiration. "Come on," he added as he headed for the Bat-Cycle.
"All right, where to?" Batgirl asked as she slid behind the handlebars and motioned for Robin to squeeze in behind her.
"1939 Kane St.," Robin said as he slid in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Again speeding through the night, Batgirl noticed that the vibration of the cycle between his legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had on her. She could feel his erect cock pressed up against her ass as he pressed tight against her. She had to admit, as she smiled under her cowl, it was a nice feeling.
Pulling up to a long row of brownstones on Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in front of 1939. It was only a half-mile to her own apartment, a section of old Gotham that had seen a new life with an influx of young urban professionals during the last decade. A four-story walkup, a sign in the front yard identified it as being renovated by Waynecorp, a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises.
"Do you live here?" Batgirl asked in a confused tone.
"Not exactly," came the reply from behind her. "It's sort of a safe house. Better take the cycle around back."
Parking the gold and blue motorbike in the empty alley behind the building, Batgirl watched as Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden behind the garbage cans.
"That should hide it," he said, satisfied that it was hidden from casual observers.
"I suppose there's a back door," Batgirl said as she looked up and down the alleyway.
"Not exactly," Robin said as he pointed up to the overhead fire escape. "But there is a back window."
"Right," Batgirl replied. "The story of my life."
It only took a minute for them to reach the third-floor landing. Robin paused at the large high window and reached into his utility belt for a small electronic device. Batgirl watched as he activated it and then ran it along the outside of the window frame. An audible click filled the night air as it passed over the lock.
"It also deactivated the alarms," the Teen Wonder said by way of explanation as he returned the small unit to his belt. "After you," he said as he pulled open the window.
Batgirl's first impression upon entering the small three-room apartment was that she'd been there before. It was impossible, of course, but it was all so familiar.
"Well, what do you think?" Robin said as he closed the window behind him. "A lot better than eating off the back of your bike."
"It's nice," Batgirl said. "You might find this funny, but I feel like I've seen this place before."
"Déjà vu, huh," Robin laughed, as if he was enjoying some little joke.
With that, he walked over to a small coffee table and picked up a small neighborhood phone book. Opening it to the restaurant section, he scanned a few ads.
"What do you feel like having?" he asked. "Italian? Mexican? There's a really great seafood place about two blocks over."
"That'd be fine," Batgirl said as she picked up a small stack of mail by the front door and examined it. Mostly it consisted of bills and such.
"B. Ward," she said as she read the name on the phone bill. "A friend of yours?"
"Actually, that's the name of some second-rate actor that was on this really lame superhero show when I was a kid," he said as he began to dial the phone. "I found the name in an old TV Guide and put all the utilities in his name. Couldn't really put it under Batman or Robin, could I?"
"I guess not," Batgirl mused.
Her attention was then caught by an R.J. Nickels catalog resting next to the mail. An identical mail-order book had been delivered to her apartment last month.In fact, she'd been flipping through it just the other day, looking for a new sofa.
"That's it," she said to herself as she quickly flipped through the pages until she came to the one she was looking for. "I don't believe it, you bought the whole room."
Robin grinned as he looked at the two-page photo in the catalog, identical in every way to the room they were now standing in, right down to the framed pictures on the wall.
"It was easier that way. We have twelve apartments like this scattered across the six boroughs," Robin explained. "Really didn't have time to shop around and decorate them all."
Without realizing it, Robin had confirmed Batgirl's long-standing belief that Batman had to have a great deal of money behind him. A quick addition of the prices in the glossy photo put the cost of just this room at almost six thousand dollars, and they had twelve apartments like this. As Barbara Gordon, Batgirl could just about afford the rent on her apartment, much less pay for apartments that were empty most of the time.
The buzz of the intercom interrupted anything Batgirl might have wanted to say. Robin walked over to the wall and pressed it.
"Seafood Delight," said the voice over the speaker.
"Come on up," Robin said.
"That was fast," Batgirl commented as Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked the front door.
"I've ordered from there before," he explained. "They know the tip increases the faster they get the food here."
"Another casual reference to being used to have money to burn," Batgirl thought.
"If you'll wait in the other room, I'll pay for the food," Robin said as he pulled a bathrobe over his costume and tightened the sash.
"Sure, no problem," she replied as she stepped into the adjacent bedroom.
Closing the door halfway behind her, she watched from behind as Robin removed his mask and answered the door. If she stood where she was, she'd see his face as he turned around. As simple as it would be to explain as an accident, it wasn't something she could bring herself to do. Instead, she stepped back into the room and awaited Robin's call.
"Dinner's ready," the Teen Wonder called out.
"Page 215, I see," Batgirl said as she walked back into the living room.
"What?" a confused Robin said.
"The bedroom, page 215 of the catalog," she said.
"Oh yeah, right."
The two made themselves as comfortable as they could. Capes and gloves were draped across the couch, utility belts piled on top of them. Sitting on the floor, the food-covered coffee table between them, they ate and discussed the life of a crimefighter.
"Has anything like this evening ever happened to you before?" Batgirl asked as she took a bite of her broiled shrimp.
Robin stopped mid-bite. The expression on his face told her that she might've made a big mistake asking that question. It was obvious that tonight hadn't been the first time.
"I'm sorry, I really had no right to ask something like that. I was just curious. I apologize."
Wiping the food residue from his face, Robin looked across the table into her rich green eyes. He sat silent for a few moments and then said, "Do you really want to know?"
Batgirl nodded in agreement.
Once he began, it was hard for him to stop. Batgirl was sure that this was the first time he had ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his career.
He told her of his loss of virginity to The Catwoman. Of his encounter with Jessica Taylor, an encounter that had been repeated several times before she moved to San Diego. He even admitted to a male experience he'd had when a young thug had performed oral sex on him while guarding him, an act he had reciprocated.
Batgirl listened intently as Robin talked. She wasn't put off by his story, not even his revelation of a same-sex act. After all, more than a few times lately she'd been wondering to herself that perhaps she was missing something by not at least trying the charms of a sapphic relationship.
What she found interesting was that in all his experiences, tonight included, there was an aspect of submissiveness, of a helplessness that increased his sexual satisfaction. The look on his face as he talked mirrored that he showed while tied up back in the warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker.
Batgirl could feel a renewed wetness between her legs as she visualized the stories he had just told. She could only guess at what Jessica or his male lover had looked like. The Catwoman, on the other hand, was a known criminal. Batgirl had even encountered Selina Kyle after her return to Gotham and a life of crime. In her skin-tight catsuit, it wasn't hard to imagine what she would look like naked. The image of that naked body atop Robin, riding him, taking his cherry - fucking him - was almost too much to bear. She suddenly realized that her breathing had become labored.
"Has anything like that happened to you?"
"What?" Batgirl said, her mind suddenly dismissing the sexual images that had occupied it.
"I asked if anything like that had ever happened to you," Robin repeated.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl was relieved to realize that Robin hadn't noticed her state of arousal over his tale. If her costume weren't so reinforced, she'd be afraid to stand up, sure that her pants would be covered with a large stain.
"Once, in the very beginning," she began.
It wasn't a story she liked remembering, much less telling someone. But Robin had bared his soul, and she could do no less. It was funny, but she'd never considered the idea that a male hero could suffer sexual assault. Up until this moment, she thought it was something that only heroines had to worry about.
It was only a few months after becoming Batgirl. She'd tried tracking down The Joker, not realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of her league she was. Of course, she easily fell into his trap.
Bound to a gurney, rape was the furthest concern from her mind. The Joker had a reputation as a homicidal maniac, and Batgirl feared for the worst. It was only when he dismissed his gang and climbed atop her helpless body that she feared she'd be raped before anything else.
In her worst nightmares, she could still see the small, chalky white cock, surrounded by green pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants. Straddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with it, masturbating it to its full five inches. Barbara sometimes found it astonishing that at that moment, on the verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse, she wondered if his smallness was the result of the chemical bath that had transformed him into The Joker. If so, that might've been enough to have driven him mad.
Bracing for the worst, she was confused when the tall man suddenly shot his load, all over her large yellow bat-insignia. A chilling, echoing laugh filled the air as he smeared the small residue across her lycra-covered breasts. Then, without so much as another word, he jumped off her and left.
After she freed herself, a still-trembling Batgirl had made her way home and burned that particular costume in her fireplace. It was almost a month before she could bring herself to put on her spare and venture out once more into the night.
"Damn," was the only response Robin could think of.
Batgirl decided to change the subject. Reaching behind her into a small pocket of her cape, she removed the handcuffs she'd freed Robin from earlier. They were a real old pair, over sixty years old. She'd saved them to give to her father as a present. He had a large collection of police memorabilia in his house. There'd been a Gordon on at least one police force somewhere for the last four generations. Barbara had broken the tradition, but somehow she felt she was doing something better.
"Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble," Robin said, taking her cue to change the subject. "I tried everything I could remember Batman ever teaching me, but I couldn't get them loose. They're impossible to get out of."
"Click!"
Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held the opened cuff in her hand. It had taken her less than thirty seconds to open them. The key was still in her cape.
"I don't believe it!" Robin said in a shocked tone. "How'd you do that?"
Batgirl smiled a little brighter. Her little ruse had worked. Robin's mind was now totally on the old handcuffs.
"Don't feel bad," she offered by way of apology. "There's a trick to it."
"What kind of trick?"
"Well, here, I'll show you," she continued as she again manipulated the old metal joints until they again popped open. "See, it's not all that hard once you know how to do it."
Robin looked closely at the restraints as Batgirl went through it again, this time a little more slowly. As before, they opened easily. | null | Part Two | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/BatgirlAndRobin2.txt |
1,457 | Ann Douglas | Cape And Cowl: The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl | "Can I drop you off somewhere?" Supergirl asked as she walked up to Batgirl.
"What...?" Batgirl answered, startled out of her daydreaming.
"I asked if I could drop you off somewhere?" Supergirl repeated.
Batgirl looked around and noticed that the adoring Police Captain was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't even noticed him leave.
Barbara considered the fact that the unmarked car that Bruce kept in the garage of her building was parked behind the hotel. It was untraceable, and she could safely leave it there. Even if someone stole it, Bruce could well afford to buy a new one.
"I'd appreciate that," Barbara answered. "It's Kara, isn't it."
"Yes, it is." Supergirl smiled; the use of her real name was evidently very important to her. "And I guess I still call you Batgirl."
"Barbara," Batgirl said, almost without thinking. "My name is Barbara."
"I know," Kara replied softly.
"You know?" Barbara asked. "Of course, how could you not know? I mean, with x-ray vision and all."
"Wait a second," Kara interrupted her new friend. "I'd never scan beneath the mask of an ally."
"How then...?"
"There are some abilities that are involuntary," Kara explained. "They work without conscious thought, just like they do on a normal person."
Barbara only partially understood, but accepted the fact that her unmasking hadn't been intentional.
"It's partly your fault, you know," the blonde went on. "That perfume you wear has a very distinctive scent. Even after the shower you obviously took when you changed identities, there's just enough of a trace amount for me to pick up on."
"You figured it out from my perfume?" the redhead said, astonished. "There has to be a thousand women in DC alone who've bought it."
"That was just part of it," the Kryptonian went on. "Your voice was the other half of the puzzle. Actually, you should be proud of yourself. The voice you use as Batgirl is pretty different from the Congresswoman's. I know a dozen actresses who aren't that skilled. I doubt anyone with less sensitive hearing than mine could ever pick up on it."
"I guess I can't blame you at all then," Barbara said. "And if I can't trust you with my secret, who can I trust?"
Supergirl smiled broadly, then a pensive look appeared on her face. The sudden shift in expression didn't go unnoticed.
"I've seen that look before," Barbara said in response. "That's the look of someone who has something to say but doesn't know if or how to say it."
"You're pretty observant," Kara replied.
"I had some pretty good teachers," came Barbara's reply.
"Okay, if this is the wrong thing to say, please accept my apologies in advance," Kara offered.
"I'm a big girl, a little thing like words aren't going to bother me."
"Well," Supergirl began, seeming to be searching for the right words. "I was going to say that the only reason I was able to recognize you from those little clues was because I was so taken by you when we met this morning. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day. At first it was because you reminded me of someone I lost a long time ago. Then I realized it was because I felt attracted to you in a way I haven't been drawn to anyone in a long time. Back home, on Argo City, this wouldn't be a problem. We didn't have a problem with same-sex attractions. Here on Earth, I know that a majority of people, at least in this country, don't go in for that sort of thing."
Kara paused to see Barbara's reaction. She had said a lot more than she'd intended, and hoped that if offended, Barbara would at least let it pass without comment. The last thing she expected was for the pretty redhead to burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry..." she said in-between laughs, unable to regain her control for a few minutes. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself."
Now it was Kara's turn to be confused.
"Not ten minutes ago," Barbara tried to explain as she finally recovered her self-control. "I was having the most erotic fantasies about you and chiding myself for having thought them. I've never done anything like this before. I mean outside of my fantasies. But I couldn't help thinking how much I'd like you to be my first."
"Well then," the woman from a distant star beamed. "It seems we have a lot more in common that we first thought. Perhaps we should have dinner and discuss it a little further."
"I'd like that," Barbara beamed back.
After they thought about it, having a quiet, private dinner was easier said than done. After all, freshman legislator that she was, Barbara was still a member of Congress. Kara, on the other hand, was already world-famous, with the pictures of her latest exploits adorning the front page of Washington's afternoon papers, as well as the lead story on all the evening news shows.
"I know a place," Kara smiled. "But we really aren't dressed for it. Why don't you head home and change, and I'll meet you there in an hour? Something casual, it's really not a fancy place."
"Sounds fine to me," Barbara smiled back, her tone tinged with anticipation.
Casual was an understatement as Barbara opened her door a little over an hour later to find Kara standing there in street clothes. The familiar and flamboyant blue and red costume had been replaced by a simple embroidered pink tee and a pair of white slacks. Her long blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders, reaching down to just below her breasts. She looked like hundreds of other pretty girls you'd find walking the streets of Washington on a summer day.
"Oh my," Barbara gasped.
"Too much?" Kara asked.
"Not at all," Barbara grinned. "I don't think anyone's going to recognize you like that."
Barbara had changed into a comfortable summer print, blue and white. Her thick red locks had been pinned up and back. "Are you ready?" Kara asked.
"Definitely," Barbara smiled. "Do I need to bundle up or anything?" she asked.
"Not unless you plan on driving with the top down," Kara replied.
"Driving...?" Barbara queried.
"You do have a car, don't you?" Kara asked in return.
"Why yes, but I thought that..."
"That we'd fly to where we were going," Kara finished her question for her.
Barbara nodded yes.
"I really try to live a normal life when the costume comes off," Kara offered. "And believe it or not, I don't have a driver's license."
"You're kidding," Barbara grinned.
"No, I gave up my last secret identity some time ago," she explained. "It's hard to go down to motor vehicles when you don't have so much as a library card in your name."
"I guess I'm driving then," Barbara concluded.
It was only a short drive into the Virginia countryside where they pulled up to a quaint nineteenth-century bed and breakfast. Inside, they were quickly shown to a private table in the dining room by one of the owners of the establishment. After the older woman took their orders, she left them alone.
"I think she recognized you," Barbara whispered.
"You don't have to whisper, Barbara," Kara said in a normal tone. "Mrs. Hackett very well knows who I am. In fact, I think that look of recognition was for you."
A momentary look of worry flashed across the Congresswoman's face, but Kara was quick to reassure her.
"About three years ago, Mrs. Hackett's grandson was ice skating on the frozen lake out back with some friends," she said. "Luckily, I happened to be flying over a few minutes after the ice broke and he'd fallen through it. I was able to get him to the hospital in Richmond quick enough for the doctors to save him. She hasn't forgotten that. So you don't have to worry about anything. Whatever happens within these walls stays here."
"In that case," Barbara said with relief as she reached out and took Kara's hand in her own. "I think I should tell you that I could really fall in love with you quite easily."
"You don't know how good it feels to hear that," Kara replied with a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
Over what turned out to be quite a magnificent dinner, the two women learned a great deal more about each other. Kara told of her attempts to become more like the people of her adopted world, attempts which had ended in failure after failure until she finally learned she was kidding herself.The only way she could really become one of them was to give up the abilities that made her different. That wasn't something she was prepared to do. She'd become quite accustomed to being super-powered over the last few years and wasn't about to give that up.
"You could do that, give up your powers?" Barbara asked.
"Yes, there is a certain isotope of kryptonite that can alter my molecular structure so that my body would no longer convert solar energy the way it does. That's the way my powers work, by the way. That and the lighter gravity of this world," Kara explained. "Superman called it gold K after the color. He keeps one of the rare samples of it hidden in his arctic fortress for an emergency. If he ever came up against a stronger, evil survivor of Krypton, it might be the only weapon he could use. The effects are permanent."
"I thought that you and her are the only survivors of Krypton?" Barbara asked.
"Not really, there have been others. Some good, some not so," Kara went on.
"That's a scary thought," Barbara mused. "All that power in the hands of someone with no compulsion against using it."
"Well, that's a worry for another day," Kara smiled. "I want to hear more about you."
Barbara happily complied. She told how she grew up hiding her beauty in favor of her intelligence, believing that you could only be one or the other. It wasn't until she became Batgirl that she realized she could be both. The Congresswoman vented her frustration about how what she thought of as a golden opportunity to make a difference as a legislator had instead become a trap with no real authority. Her office was being run by her chief of staff who answered to the party bosses. She'd become a figurehead.
"Maybe you just have to decide what's more important to you," Kara suggested. "Do you make a more important contribution as Batgirl or Congresswoman Gordon. Or are the two really as incompatible as you seem to think."
"I've had some of the same thoughts over the last few hours," Barbara said.
"As far as your authority goes," Kara continued. "It's still there, all you have to do is reach out and take it. No matter how you got there, you are the Congresswoman. Your chief of staff only has control because you let him. As long as you are willing to pay the price, that is perhaps not getting elected in November, you can pretty much do what you want. And if you should lose, well would you be any worse off than right now. At least you'd have made a difference in the interim."
Barbara thought about it for a few moments. Everything Kara had said had also occurred to her at one time or another over the last few months, but she hadn't been really listening to her inner voices. Perhaps all she really needed was to hear that advice reflected by someone she trusted -- a commodity all too lacking inside the beltway.
"Excuse me, is there a phone I could use," Barbara said to Mrs. Hackett who had come by to see if there was anything else she could get her special guests.
In response, the smiling gray-haired woman produced a small cellular phone from her apron. The tiny technological marvel seemed a little out of place in the antique settings.
"Be my guest," she said as she handed Barbara the phone.
"Thank you," the redhead said as she punched in the number for her office.
The conversation was brief and from the onset, Barbara was in total control. A feeling she had missed a great deal lately. Tim Murray had begun to chide her for not leaving a number where she could be reached but she quickly cut him off.
"I'll be away for the weekend, that's all you need to know," the Congresswoman said. "And when I get back Monday morning, I want to find your office cleaned out and a letter of resignation sitting on my desk."
"You can't do that," he protested.
"I can and I did," she replied firmly. "There's no need for discussion. Goodbye."
Breaking the connection, she had a broad grin on her face as she handed the phone back to Mrs. Hackett.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hackett," she said.
"You're welcome," the sixty-year-old smiled in return. "And you can call me Amanda."
"Then thank you, Amanda," she repeated as their hostess walked away.
"That felt good," Barbara said to Kara as she turned her attention back to her.
"I know something that's going to feel even better," the Kryptonian said cheerfully. "Our room is ready."
The room that had been reserved for them was decorated in the same motif as the rest of the small inn. It was like stepping back a hundred years to a bygone age. No television, no telephone, no instantaneous communication with the rest of the world. Even the electric lights, the only concession to modern living, had been designed to resemble old gas lamps.
The center of the room was dominated by a large oversized bed, complete with four tall oversized bedposts. Large open windows filled with the light of the full moon which had just begun to rise into the early night sky.
"It's beautiful," Barbara gasped in astonishment. "It's the most beautiful room I've ever seen."
"I hoped you'd like it," Kara said as she lifted her hand to her companion's cheek and began to gently caress it. "A beautiful lady like yourself deserves to be surrounded by beautiful things."
With that Kara replaced the caress of her fingers with that of her lips.
At first, the kiss was like that she would give a sister or a dear friend. A light peck denoting tenderness and affection. Then she pressed harder - this time with passion. Barbara felt the press of Kara's tongue against her lips and opened to receive it.
Kara reached up with her hand and cupped Barbara's breast through her dress. It felt so nice to the older woman, bringing another surge of emotion through her.
Neither knew how long they stood, taking soft touches and intimate kisses. Each time Barbara felt Kara's tongue slip past her lips, her heart skipped a beat. Her lips were so soft and sweet, her perfume so highly intoxicating.
Barbara was no stranger to love, having lost her chastity the summer of her eighteenth year. In the years since, she'd had her measure of lovers. Yet standing here in the semi-darkness, surrounded by the splendor of an earlier age and coupled with the intimate presence of the most desirable woman she had ever known -- she felt like a giddy virgin once more.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" Kara asked as she kissed Barbara one more time.
With that, Kara pulled the zipper of her dress all the way down, exposing the lacy strap of her bra. With no objection from Barbara, she pulled the flowery print open just enough to expose her soft creamy shoulders.
Kara began to kiss her way down Barbara's neck. Her eyes sparkled in appreciation as the younger woman got her first good look at Barbara's lace-enclosed mounds.
"Is there somewhere I could change?" Barbara suddenly asked as she took a step back and away from the Girl of Steel's embrace. "I brought something special to wear and I wanted it to be a surprise," she added in way of explanation for her abrupt desire for privacy.
"Of course," Kara replied with a look of understanding. "The bath is right through there," she continued as she pointed to a carved door to the left. "Take your time. I'll change out here."
Pausing to kiss her new love one more time, Barbara grabbed the small carry bag she had brought with her off the floor and disappeared into the bedroom. The younger woman was tempted to use her amazing vision to sneak an advanced look at her surprise but then decided against it. Some things were worth waiting for.
The interior of the bath was as carefully and artistically decorated as the outer room. A large mirror dominated an antique dressing table. It was funny, Barbara thought as she slowly undressed, that Kara would be so enthralled by the settings of a more primitive age. She had always pictured Supergirl as always being in a futuristic setting, literally the girl of tomorrow.
"Well in that case, she should love this outfit," Barbara thought as she checked her reflection in the large mirror.
Gone was the simple outfit she had worn to dinner, replaced by an embossed shimmer and tulip-laced long jade gown. Deep side slits gave ample view of her long, slender legs. Cut low in the front as well, the lace top barely concealed her rounded breasts, the nipples of which could easily be seen right through them.
"I've always liked this color," Barbara thought as she undid her hair and spread it across her exposed shoulders. "So much like my eyes."
Satisfied with her appearance, Barbara took a deep breath and stepped back into the bedroom. She wasn't prepared for what she found.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she stepped into a world of joyous luminosity.
The old-fashioned bedroom was filled with the light of what had to be close to a thousand candles. Mixed between them was an equal number of mixed flowers, turning the chamber into a garden. Even the night air was rich with the scent of blossoms.
In the center of it all stood Kara, her upraised arm against the bedpost. Like her new-found love, her dinner attire had been replaced by something more suitable. A bright red baby doll lace nightie barely covered her well-developed form. The outline of her sexuality was clearly visible through the see-through material. The outfit was completed by the addition of a matching kimono robe. Her long blonde hair hung straight down her back.
"Impressed?" Kara grinned as she reached out her hand in invitation.
"That's an understatement," Barbara replied as she quickly crossed the room and placed her hand in Kara's.
Only for a moment did Barbara ask herself how Kara could have done all this. After all, she couldn't have been inside more than ten or fifteen minutes. Then, as quickly as the question manifested itself, the answer followed.Because she's Supergirl, silly. If she had wanted to, she could have flown to Gotham and back in that time.
"I hope some disaster doesn't suddenly require your attention somewhere on the other side of the world," Barbara said softly as she pressed against Kara and felt her powerful arms close around her.
"Don't worry about that, my dear sweet love," Kara whispered as she kissed Barbara lightly on her cheek. "I didn't even pack my working clothes. Let the Justice League or the Titans handle the world for a night."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," Barbara replied with her own pleasant kisses, remembering the many nights her plans had been interrupted by the call of duty.
"Enough talk," Kara said as she pressed her lips against Barbara's.
The warmth of Kara's pink lips spread throughout Barbara's own well-developed body, finally coming to rest and igniting a fire in her heart.
"Mmm, that feels nice," Barbara purred as lace-covered mound rubbed against lace-covered mound, causing the nipples beneath to become hard and erect.
Kara leaned over and kissed her way down the fold of Barbara's neck to the softness of her shoulders. Deftly, she undid the small clasps that held the nightgown in place and let it slide down the redhead's body, kissing the creamy white skin beneath it as it was exposed to the warm night air. Slowly, she bent her knees and dropped to the ground, exposing her new love as she went. In no time at all, Barbara was as nude as could be.
"You are so beautiful," Kara said as she rose back to her full height.
"Thank you," Barbara beamed back.
Before she could say anything more, she found herself literally swept off her feet as Kara effortlessly lifted her into the air and began to carry her precious cargo to the waiting bed.
Gently laying Barbara across the soft satin sheets, Kara took a step back and undid her own robe and let it fall to the ground. The red nightie quickly followed, and she was as bare as the Congresswoman.
"If there's a word beyond beautiful, then you are certainly it," Barbara responded to the vision in front of her.
Kara's reply was only a broader smile as she joined Barbara on the bed. Gingerly, she ran her fingers up and down the body next to her, producing a series of soft sighs.
"That feels nice," Barbara murmured.
"It gets better," Kara replied as she stroked the sides of Barbara's breasts.
The soft sighs began to grow in intensity until they became moans. The Maid of Might's fingers glided down the sides of the older woman until they came to her buttocks. There, she took a firm grip and pulled them up and apart, exposing the wet mound beneath it.
Kara bent down and kissed Barbara's left buttock, then her right. Each succeeding kiss brought her closer to the moist center. Finally, her kisses hit home, and a slight shiver shook Barbara's body. Pulling harder, Kara gave herself greater access and kissed her again, this time pushing her searching tongue up into the exposed cavity.
"Mmmmm," she said as the tangy taste of her new love filled her mouth.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she began to work her tongue in and out of the opening. Faster and faster it moved, sending tiny sparks of delight up into Barbara's receptive form.
"Oh yes," she said as she enjoyed the sensation, excited even more that this was the first time she had received such pleasure at the hand of another woman. "More, more."
Kara was more than willing to reply to the request. Even as her quick-moving tongue wove a wet path up and down Barbara's slit, Kara's hands began to again roam across her body. Again sliding up and under, she cupped Barbara's firm breasts and played with her nipples, bringing even louder moans.
"Turn over," she said, guiding Barbara with a gentle touch.
Barbara was quick to respond, quickly flipping over onto her back and giving Kara full and unrestricted access.
Kara lowered herself to a position directly over Barbara. Then she shifted position just a little, raising herself so that her breasts were hanging directly over Barbara's mouth. There was no mistaking her intention, and Barbara was eager to reply. She reached up with her tongue and caressed the nipple of Kara's left breast. As she eagerly took it into her mouth, she was surprised to find that it was so soft. She half expected to find Kara's skin to be hard, after all -- bullets bounced off it.
"Mmmm," Kara moaned as she felt the warm embrace of Barbara's mouth. "You do that well, are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Barbara was greatly pleased with the blonde's reaction as she again ran her probing tongue around the wide aureole before once more engulfing it whole. A thousand times she had imagined what it would be like tasting another woman's breasts. None of those fantasies could compare with the real thing.
After a few more minutes, Kara shifted breasts and gave Barbara a chance to work her neophyte urges on her other mound. As she worked her way across this new morsel, Barbara was again overwhelmed by the combination of Kara's natural scent and the perfume she wore. It was strongest in the deep valley between her breasts, a place Barbara would have never thought of wearing it.
It was only then that Barbara noticed that although Kara was on top of her, she wasn't actually on her. Using her amazing ability to defy gravity, she was floating in the air, an inch between them.
Kara shifted position again, drifting downward so that she could kiss Barbara anew. As their lips met, she pressed her breasts hard against the woman beneath her, rubbing their nipples against each other.
"I want you," Barbara whispered in Kara's ear. "I want to taste you."
"And you shall," Kara replied in the same quiet tone.
After a final kiss, she floated upward and straddled the redhead, spreading her tunnel of delight above her. Barbara sat up and stuck her eager face between the outstretched legs. She wasted no time in reaching up with her tongue, probing the inner reaches of Kara's womanhood. A sudden rush filled Barbara as the first taste of female juices hit her tongue. Out of curiosity, she had tasted herself several times, but this was different. This was another woman. Possibly the most powerful woman in the world.
Determined to excel in her new activity as she had done in most everything else in her life, Barbara slid her tongue around and around as she liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played with Kara's clit as she tried to reach out with her tongue, hitting all the places that she knew were the most sensitive in her own body.
Kara helped with her efforts with both a gentle hand on the back of her head, guiding her, as well as a steady stream of soft moans. The closer Barbara got the right spots, the louder the moans became.
Time passed quickly, and what had begun as soft gentle surges in Kara's body had progressed until they became rapid and torrid. She was now thrashing her saturated pussy against Barbara's open and ever enthusiastic mouth, almost unable to believe that this novice was going to bring her to climax. Another powerful body quake gripped her, causing her to stiffen momentarily. From past experiences, she knew the next time would be the one to send her over the abyss.
"Great Krypton!" Kara screamed as a tidal wave of passion ripped across her shaking body.
Copying a move an old lover had once used on her, Barbara grabbed Kara's ass and pressed her face as hard against her cunt as she could. An action that drove her tongue in as deep as was possible. For this, she was rewarded with what seemed to be endless eruptions of nectar. Waves which quickly overflowed from her mouth and spread out across her face. She half expected it to be different, but it was as familiar as her own. She felt a such delight knowing she had caused it.
"That was fantastic!" Barbara exclaimed as Kara pivoted in midair and kissed her.
"It certainly was," Kara agreed. "And now it's my turn."
Spreading Barbara's legs, Kara placed her head between them and with a burst of energy began to play a tune across her precious pearl with amazing rapidity. The effect on Barbara was instantaneous.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she panted as the racing of her heart seemed to match the speed of Kara's tongue.
She could have never imagined any lover, man or woman, producing such a reaction. It was like having an evening of lovemaking compressed into a single instant. Her orgasm was both instantaneous and overwhelming.
"Oooooooo" she screamed so loud that she was sure that every guest in the small inn heard her.
Barbara would never be sure how long her brief passage through nirvana lasted, it was like an out-of-body experience. All she knew was that some time later, she again became conscious of her surroundings and shifted her sweat-covered body so she could face her blonde lover once more.
"I think I should be dead," she said.
"Why is that?" Kara asked curiously.
"Because after that, I think everything else in my life is going to be anticlimactic," Barbara laughed.
Kara laughed and kissed her lover lightly.
"I guess I did get a little carried away," she said.
"A little...?" Barbara repeated.
"Tell you what," Kara said. "We have all night, why don't we try it again ... this time at a slower speed?"
Barbara's answer was to lean over and nestle her head between the folds of Kara's breasts. The warmest of smiles filled her face.
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1,459 | big D | Batgirl - Dream House | "So, Dr. Soma mysteriously disappeared," Batgirl said as she sat on the corner of Commissioner Gordon's desk with her bare legs crossed. Over the past few months, Batgirl had amassed several costumes, dumping the old, one-piece suit for various two-piece models. She found that criminals hesitated when confronted by a leggy girl with cleavage dressed in a costume, and she loved to use this to her advantage. Having Gotham drooling over her was also a perk she secretly loved.
Her costume was now a black two-piece outfit with a skimpy pair of black, spandex shorts and a tight halter that exposed her arms. The Bat emblem was clear yellow and bright across the front of her shorts, while the emblem on her chest was cut out, showcasing her plump breasts and curvaceous cleavage in an obvious Bat-window. She also wore her usual bat gloves and a pair of shin boots with four-inch heels. She had also ditched that hot and uncomfortable cowl for a simple eye mask like Robin's.
Her hair had been a problem until she let it grow out to the small of her back. She would then tuck it up on her head, making it look shorter and styled differently than her Barbara Gordon alter ego. The first time she walked into her father's office, Batgirl thought he would recognize her for sure, but for some odd reason, the mask and suit were enough that he didn't even notice her face.
"Sure 'n be Batgirl," added Chief O'Hara. "We think 'tis the work of that madman Sandman and his sleepy crew," he said, shuddering. "Batman and Robin are out of town tracking down Shane and his cow-poke, so we can't get their help."
"Yes, Batgirl. This could be very, very dangerous. That evil genius could put all of Gotham to sleep if we don't stop him. Even Batman, Robin, and you together had a hard time stopping him before," Commissioner Gordon said, taking a slight peek at the heroine's curvaceous thigh.
"Well, maybe you're right, da. I mean, Commissioner. I think I'll need some help on this one," Batgirl said, crossing her arms and walking to the window.
"My finest are at your disposal, Batgirl. Before, we could nail that sleeping Satan before he knows what hit him," Chief O'Hara said with a gush of pride.
"While you do have the best police force in the country, Chief, I seriously doubt they are a match for such a vile criminal," Batgirl said with an arrogant smile.
"Sure 'n 'be Batgirl. You're right. Saints preserve us!" O'Hara cried.
"Not to fret, Chief," Batgirl said as she walked up and patted him lightly on the shoulder. "I have a friend who can help me. I think we can both put Sandman under for a long time," Batgirl added as she giggled and trotted out the door.
"There goes a brave, plucky young woman. I just wish my daughter Barbara could be half as adventurous," Commissioner Gordon stated as he watched with a proud smile as Batgirl strutted out.
"Aye, and a nice tush too," the chief said under his breath. Both old men looked at each other and smiled.The Huntress stared at the arm and the tube and turned away as a stream of white, wispy gas shot out and into her face.
"NO!! NO!!! Can't let it put me to sleep!" she cried as her head thrashed back and forth. Whipping her hair, she tried to use her brunette locks to wave the gas away. It was working, but she had sucked down some of the fumes, and her twisting slowed.
As she fought, another door opened, and another arm extended. It carried a hand-sized, thick ball of cotton, and it maneuvered itself in front of the struggling heroine.
"I can beat you, Sandman! You're the one who's going to... mmbblmm... mmmmmbblmm... NO!!"
As she screamed, the arm started dabbing the chloroform-soaked cotton ball over her mouth when her face came into range. With each dab, the heroine slowed and grew more groggy. Her head then rolled to one side, and the arm placed the ball over her nose and mouth. She moaned and twisted, but her eyes were growing heavy.
The arm then moved aside, and the first arm with the gas hose moved right in front of her face. The hose shot a deep, rich cloud of anesthetic gas into the Huntress's face, and her eyes grew dull and sleepy. The other arm then resumed damping the pad over her mouth. It held the pad in place as the first arm let loose another billowing cloud of gas. The Huntress's eyes finally closed, and her head fell back in sleepy defeat.
Batgirl slowly inched her fit, curvaceous body along the cement floor as she made her way slowly toward the steel workbench at the far end. "If I don't take a deep breath, I'm fine," she thought arrogantly, as she felt she had outwitted Sandman's little trap. She hoisted herself up against the table and started to saw the ropes against the table's steel leg. In minutes, she was free, and she dropped the anesthetic wad to the ground in disgust.
"Nice try, Sandy," she said smugly as she stood in her usual Batgirl stance. "A little chloroform can't slow Batgirl down!"
"Oh, no? Well, maybe these will," said a voice from out of nowhere. Batgirl spun about, trying to find Sandman, but could only see concrete walls, stone pillars, and shadowy alcoves.
PSSSSSSTHMP!
"YEEEOUCH!!!"
Batgirl's hips shot forward, and her pert buttock rippled as a small dart popped her curvaceous flesh like a pin popping a balloon. She pulled out the annoying stinger, which was no larger than a pen cap, and tossed it angrily to the floor.
"WHAT! What was that supposed to be?" she said with a smug expression. Suddenly, her head began to swim about slightly, and she shook to clear her vision. The drug barely had an effect, and the heroine easily resisted it.
PSSSSSTHMP!
PSSSST!
PSSSST!
Her thigh shimmied as yet another dart pricked her skin. Two more whizzed by her chest as she twisted out of their way.
"YEEEHAAA! It's like shooting a pig in a pen!" laughed the Sandman as dart after dart shot out at a springing, dodging Batgirl.
"HEY! Watch who you're calling a... YEEOUCHH!"
She grabbed another dart that had found its target in her left breast. The mammary sloshed and jiggled from the impact, and Batgirl cupped her tit in shock and pain.
"Gotta get out of here... OUCH!... getting dizzy... must find the door."
Suddenly, her hopes peaked as she saw a narrow passage off to one side. Like a gazelle being shot at by hunters, the heroine bounded forward and into the passage. As she jumped through, three more darts landed direct hits on her perky ass, and she hit the floor in stingy pain and dizziness.
"These darts... wearing me out... Must keep going," she shook her head and pulled the darts free. Using the narrow walls as support, Batgirl staggered down the hall toward the light at the end.
Suddenly, two steel doors slammed down, one in front and one behind her. The heroine immediately began pounding and pulling at them, trying to get free.
Then, the walls to her sides slid up. The insides were covered in what looked like thick cotton, similar to insulation, only white instead of pink. The cotton walls appeared to be very deep and ran from the floor to the ceiling.
Before she could act, the walls slammed together, sandwiching Batgirl between two huge pads of cotton. The plucky avenger struggled and thrashed around, punching and kicking the thick cotton but to no avail. As she cried out under the muffled sounds of the two huge pads, transparent tubes that ran into the two pads began to fill with a clear fluid. The cotton walls started to grow damp, and the dampness spread inward toward the struggling heroine.
Suddenly, with an explosion of fury, Batgirl began screaming and gyrating frantically. "DEAR GOD! IT'S ALL CHLOROFORM!" she screamed under the soaking wet cotton. Her body convulsed and writhed as she fought the fumes, but the dose was too humongous. Batgirl's eyes grew heavy, and her body grew warm and numb. Her head spun and swayed, then rocked back. She sank back into the cotton wall behind her, and the fumes smothered the fire from her spirit. With one last clutching fist, Batgirl seized, then slumped down asleep.
"Dr. Soma! This stuff is amazing!" Sandman said in admiration as he stared at the last struggles of Batgirl.
"Yes, my boy! Quite a nice little invention. Something I've worked on for years. I call it Somaform," Dr. Soma said, staring at the screen like a child staring at his father's Playboy. "An anesthetic that smells just like chloroform that can be breathed, ingested, or taken intravenously."
"Oh yes, and with no ill effects. No vomiting or death," Sandman smiled. "The time the victim is unconscious is directly proportional to the dosage, and they can be exposed to it indefinitely."
"Yes, my boy. Not only that, but the victim will recover refreshed and renewed with no side effects whatsoever. I've been waiting to bag some ass with this stuff for months now, and now's my chance to really test it," Dr. Soma added, drooling at the screen.
It was obvious by now that both Sandman and Dr. Soma shared the same sexual fetish of seeing beautiful women being put to sleep, and both watched the monitors with lust and depravity as both Batgirl and Huntress slept soundly.
"Too bad this stuff only works on women," Sandman said, shaking his head. "We could put all of Gotham to sleep and loot it to our hearts' content."
"True, my boy, but wouldn't you rather like to see our lovelies get what they deserve? Besides, there are always targets of opportunity with this drug," Dr. Soma smiled. "What's more, this stuff works equally well on any woman," Dr. Soma added.
"Any woman???"
"Anything with breasts and a cunt," the doctor grinned.
They both laughed.
How many times had it been? That accursed chair had anesthetized the Huntress over and over, but she was learning how not to set the chair's sensors off.
"If I move slowly, I think I can work my arms free of the straps," she thought as the gas tube and the pad loomed over her. Pretending to be asleep, she twisted and pulled at the straps once more. Too much movement would cause the chair to re-Somaform her, and she had failed on too many attempts already.
Finally, her hands slid out from under the straps. Suddenly, the machine sprang to life, sensing its prey was escaping. "OH NO! My hands are free, but my shoulders are still strapped," she thought in horror as the arms came forward.
Betting that she was right, the Huntress raised her muscular legs and planted a massive kick against the desk with all her strength. Sure enough, the chair wasn't bolted down, and she went back hard against the floor with the mechanical arms sprawled about, rotating in mechanical confusion. Before they could strike, she pulled up on the strap and slid free. With a dexterous somersault, she leapt the desk and headed for the door.
"Whoever this guy is, he is an anesthetic freak! I've got to find Batgirl and get out of... HMMMBLLM!"
Huntress ran out the door and was immediately jumped by Snooze and Snoar. Both dreamy-eyed goons tackled the heroine, and Snooze cupped his hand over her mouth. Their costumes had thick pads in their palms and were soaked with the doctor's wonder anesthetic.
The Huntress's eyes exploded as she again smelled that old familiar smell.
"Gotcha now, Babe!" smiled Snooze as he held his hand tight and reached around her chest. His other hand clamped onto her left breast, and he began molesting it madly.
Snoar ran his hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs, then he slid one hand between her legs and began massaging her vagina. Huntress began screaming in horror as the goons began molesting her.
Being grabbed wasn't new to the heroine, but this time was different. Many creeps had copped a feel or grabbed a breast here and there, and she even got the occasional rape threat when she was captured, but she had always managed to escape and never had to deal with this kind of molestation. Now they were deeply groping her, and the ether was sucking her will away.
The Huntress's eyes began to fade and close, and her tense, struggling body started to stagger. The two goons pulled at her like lions pulling down their prey, and soon, her slender, shapely legs began to buckle. Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she sank down into their grubby, groping arms.
"Hee hee. Never had me a heroine before," Snooze said, spinning the sleeping Huntress around and cupping both of her full breasts with his hands.
"Yeah! I wonder if she fucks as good as she wiggles," Snoar added, sliding his hands over her tight panties and cupping her plump buttocks.
"I really don't think you gentlemen will get the chance to find out," said a voice from behind them. They both turned and stopped cold. There, standing like a goddess, was the buxom, brunette bombshell Wonder Woman.
"OHHHH SHHHIT!" Snoar said, bolting across the entry hall floor.Wonder Woman grabbed her magic lasso and easily ensnared the goon.
"You ain't getting me with that rope!" Snooze declared, and he chucked a small pellet at the heroine. Wonder Woman instinctively raised her bracelets to block the pellet, but instead of bouncing off, the capsule exploded with a small cloud of white gas that immediately enveloped Wonder Woman's head.
"UUGHH!! What in Hera's name!!" she cursed as she coughed and staggered slightly. Dropping her magic lasso, Wonder Woman clutched her head in dizziness. Snoar, now out of the amazon's control, removed the lasso and ran with Snooze up the huge, curving staircase toward the second floor.
Wonder Woman shook her head some more, then, with a bounding leap, she jumped clear to the second floor a few feet behind the running crooks. "HALT! Don't make me come after you," she said arrogantly as she started sauntering down the hall and around a corner. She stopped and looked at the array of doors on either side of the hall.
"Crook, crook, now if I were a crook, where would I hide?" she sang in a teasing voice as she slowly walked along, peering in each door.
Suddenly, she heard a thump from one of the rooms, and she confidently walked up and pushed open the door. Snoar and Snooze, desperate to escape, backed away from a closed window, and Snoar picked up a chair to defend himself.
"Now now, boys," Wonder Woman said, crossing her arms across her massive breasts. "Settle down, and no one will get hurt," she said arrogantly.
"No one except you, my dear," said a voice from behind her.
Before Wonder Woman could turn, a hand with a rag clamped down over her nose and mouth, while another wrapped around her waist.
"Oh, come now," mumbled Wonder Woman under the rag, not budging an inch from her stance. "Do you really think you're going to put me to sleep?"
"Oh yes! You're done for now," hissed Sandman as he pulled her close and whispered in her ear. She simply smiled under the somaform-soaked rag and crossed her arms, letting him hang on to humor him. Her first deep breath, however, changed her tune.
"HEY! What the... hummmmmblmm!!!" Wonder Woman started to pull at Sandman's hand but found her strength already waning. At that moment, Snooze and Snoar leapt onto the slightly gyrating heroine and grabbed her arms and her legs.
Wonder Woman now started to panic as Dr. Soma's special somaform started to work its magic even on her. The four wrestled and struggled against each other, with Wonder Woman growing ever more violent with each passing moment. Sandman and his goons hung onto the amazon and held her fast as the ether dampened her spirit, drawing her deeper and deeper under.
"She's... she's falling," Sandman said with a grunt as Wonder Woman began screaming and thrusting frantically. "Just... hold her."
For several moments, the four continued their twisting and struggling. Then Sandman peered across the room and smiled. "Ah! The special bed! Quickly, get her legs!" he ordered, nodding his head at the huge, old Victorian bed across the room. The goons smiled and picked up Wonder Woman's long, shapely, bucking legs, and they carried her over to the bed. Then, with a heave-ho, they tossed her gyrating body on the mattress and onto her back.
Wonder Woman sank back and clutched her forehead in dizziness. She moaned and rolled around, then started to get back up. Suddenly, from each corner post, flexible, mechanical arms lashed out and clamped onto her legs and arms. With Herculean strength, they pulled her limbs apart and laid her out in a spread-eagle position.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Wonder Woman screamed as she pulled and twisted against her bonds. "I can't break these... These things!"
"Of course not, my special anesthetic sapped your strength, and those arms are made out of super, re-enforced titanium. Even at full strength, I doubt you could snap them," Sandman said with a cackle as he stood over the now restrained Wonder Woman.
"UGGH! I demand you set me free! You're a sick man, and you need help. Let me help YOU!." As she screamed and pleaded, a door on the headboard opened, and a mechanical arm with a big cotton pad on its end extended outward and over Wonder Woman's face.
"NOO... MMMNBLLLMMMM!!!"
Wonder Woman's head whipped back and forth, but the pad held fast over her face. Her moans grew deeper, and her body slowed as the drug sapped her strength. Then, with a low groan, she settled down to a nice forced nap.
"Sleep tight, Wonder BITCH! You're gonna love this bed!!!" teased the Sandman as he and his goons left the bedroom and locked the door.
Wonder Woman slept very deeply as the arm hovered the pad about a foot away from her face. As she lay soundly, an array of mechanical arms and pincers came up from the sides of the bed and slowly started pulling at her costume. Over time, it stripped her of her satin tights and boustier, leaving her with only her boots, barrette, and bracelets.She looked down over her huge breasts and stared with a dull gaze at the motionless implement. Then, the dildo started pulling back. Then it thrust forward. Then back. Then forward. Like a steam engine's piston, the sexual implement started pumping into Wonder Woman and started pumping her tighter and tighter.
"Great Hera! No! It's mechanical. Won't stop. Can't control it!" she gasped in horror, knowing her robotic rapist was unrelenting and unstoppable. Her breath grew short. She gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Her body was being pumped higher and higher as the dildo plunged in and out of her. Then, tightening and seizing and nearly pulling the titanium cords that bound her limbs straight from their moorings, Wonder Woman's incredible Amazon body soared upward. She tightened and hissed, then exploded in a death spiral of moans and a fantastic display of bucking hips and sliding thighs as the dildo exacted a feverishly devastating climax from the superheroine. She collapsed to the bed in defeat.
Still moaning and rolling about slowly, she raised her head and watched the dildo retract with a dreamy, glazed stare. As she panted, the mechanical arm near her head reached out and placed the somaform pad over her nose and mouth. The fumes quickly shook her back to reality, and Wonder Woman twisted her head away as she sucked down a lungful of the anesthetic. The pad followed her and dabbed down on her passing nose and mouth, slowing her tirade with each pass. Her eyes grew heavy. Her head slowed. The arm then pressed the pad firmly into place, and the cotton soaked away her consciousness. Wonder Woman sank and slipped unconscious.
Batgirl moaned and sucked as Sandman's huge member slid slowly past her lips and deep into her mouth. He coddled her masked head and nursed her on his penis as she sucked and rolled his engorged erection. Every once in a while, he would pull her head back and place a somaform cotton pad over her nose and mouth. The dosage was not enough to put her to sleep, just enough to keep her dreamy, and he grew more excited as he watched her gorgeous brown eyes grow heavy and sleepy. Her mouth went back down on his erection, and he continued to enjoy his new toy.
The Huntress moaned from across the room as Snoar mounted her once more. She was on her back, with her hands bound behind her back and her head resting on Snooze's lap. Every once in a while, Snooze would dab another somaform-soaked cotton over the Huntress's nose and mouth to also keep her in a dreamlike state. Her body rolled and gyrated slowly as Snoar's penis slowly penetrated her, and he sank in between her legs and cupped her bare buttocks. The Huntress was in too much of a dreamlike state to fight much. All she knew was she was someplace she shouldn't be, and she was being forced to climax over and over again.
Snoar tightened and pumped harder, and the Huntress slid her bare legs slowly along his sides as the two continued. The somaform was also making her uncontrollably horny, and she added to the rape by subconsciously thrusting her hips with each of his surges. Snoar cupped her large breasts and sucked deep on her nipples as he tried to molest her as much as he could, getting in whatever sexual humiliation he could think of. Too many times this high-brow bitch had beaten him up and stood over him with that drop-dead body, grinning at him with that "you're never going to get any of this" attitude. Now he was giving it to her good and getting as much as he could out of it. He knew the party was going to end sooner or later.
The two started tightening even more. The Huntress gasped and moaned and coiled her legs around his hips as he plunged into her with brutal abandonment. They seized. They clutched. They spasmed and thrust. Then, with one last surge, they both thrust their hips into each other's and exploded with simultaneous climaxes. At that moment, Snooze clamped the pad over the Huntress's gasping mouth, and the heroine settled back down into a relaxed state of euphoria.
The rapes had been going on for the last hour. The Sandman had already "entertained" himself with the Huntress, getting first dibs, and had saved Batgirl for last. The young girl started twisting and moaning on his erection, and he held her head tight as he watched Snooze and Snoar flip the Huntress over. Four more henchmen were waiting in the wing, and they came in to take Snooze and Snoar's place. They flipped the Huntress over, and one forced her mouth down over his cock while the other mounted her from behind with a fresh, hard penis.
Batgirl gyrated, and he knew she knew he was building. He pulled her head back and held her face up to stare her in her semi-dreamy eyes. "Not there. I want it in there," he said with an arrogant grin as he reached down and massaged her vagina.
He pushed her back and climbed on top. Smiling, he snaked his hips between her legs and pressed his super-hard erection into Batgirl. The heroine rolled about and wrapped her bare legs around his bare body as he pressed inward and forced himself deeper.
"You can't. This is rape. No," Batgirl stammered in a dreamlike state.
"Oh yeah, then why are you getting hot, slut?!" the Sandman replied, grabbing her jiggling breast and massaging it. Then, with a voracious appetite, he lunged down and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. Sucking and squeezing, he mauled her breast, sending even more waves of sexual energy through Batgirl's dreamy mind.
The two continued to fuck, and Batgirl started to tighten. Over and over, he plunged into her, and she started to reciprocate with thrusts of her own. The somaform was wearing off pretty quickly, and she was getting spunkier and more resistive with each second. This only turned the Sandman on as their actions turned from slow sex to wrestling to full-blown rape.
Then, she began to scream as her body betrayed her. The wave was irresistible, and he clamped down on her wildly bucking little body and fucked it madly.
"This oughta teach you, fucking cunt!" he clenched his teeth and seized. She gasped in horror and tightened as well, and both rose upward. Then, with a violent display of slamming hips and thrashing female legs, the Sandman exploded into Batgirl, and Batgirl burst with uncontrollable climaxing.
She gasped and moaned and stared up at the man who had forced the sex from her, and the eroticism was driving her wild. He looked down at her face and saw a girl who was not frightened but a girl who may want more. He sank down and slammed into her again and, after several more minutes, exacted another climax from the confused, dazed, and shocked heroine.
"Oh, I bet you liked that, didn't you, fucking slut," he said coldly as he leaned in over her face and ran his thumb over her slack, lower lip. "Now it's time for that pretty little mouth to clean me off."
He got up and sat down, pulling Batgirl into a sitting position in front of him. "But first," he placed the somaform pad over her mouth and pulled her back so she lay across his chest and so he could stare into her eyes. As she struggled, he masturbated himself and smiled as her eyes grew dull and were once more drained of their spirit.
He lay back and forced her mouth down over his erection, pulled her hips up next to him, and started finger-fucking both her vagina and her tightly coiled anus. "That's right, my pretty. Do what you do best. Then you'll end up like your friend," he grinned, staring at her tight ass, then looking over at the Huntress.
The Huntress surged and screamed as she was being entered from both ends. They had let her recover slightly, and she was fighting feverishly, making the whole thing much more fun. They were slamming her relentlessly now, raping her with utter abandonment as the heroine gyrated helplessly between them. Then, with a chorus of male climaxes, the goons exploded into her mouth and vagina, making her scream and gag in disgust and humiliation. The others then joined in and piled down onto the struggling Huntress. This was a bitch that needed some serious taming, and they intended to be the winners.
The Sandman watched with a smile as he played and fucked Batgirl's ass, watching the Huntress's legs stick out from the pile of rapists. It looked like they were entering her from all three ends, and he grinned. "That's it, boys. She sent you all up the river. Now it's payback time. Just don't wear yourselves out. Batgirl's next," he said with a laugh as he tightened, then exploded into Batgirl's soft, warm mouth.
"Hey! What about me?! We had a deal!" Dr. Soma said, bursting into the Sandman's pillow room and standing over him and Batgirl like an angry geek.
"So sue me. Go find your own snatch, doc. Can't you see we're busy," the Sandman replied as the Huntress convulsed and screamed in agonizing climax in the background.
"We had a deal, Sandman! You're going to pay!" the doc screamed as he stomped out like a cheated child. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the Sandman replied, rolling Batgirl on her stomach and pressing his penis into her anus.
"He'll pay alright," the old man cursed as he stomped down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped cold, and a chill ran down his spine. "I'll nail the best ass of all!" he said with glee as he ran for the stairs.
Wonder Woman lay like a sleeping goddess as she was defeated by yet another dildo-induced climax and put to sleep. The bed had raped her at least five times, and each time the dildos got bigger, longer, and more wicked. The door opened, and Dr. Soma sneaked in.
"Fuck you, Sandman. So what if we're going to sell her to some rich oil sheik. I'm still getting some ass," the Doc cursed as he sat down on the bed next to the sleeping, amazing Amazon and pulled out a smoky bottle of somaform and a cotton pad and placed it on the nightstand.
"Yes, some ass."He said softly as he ran his finger slowly over her large, bare nipple. He stretched his hand and cupped the breast. It was huge. Even with his fingers extended all the way, he could reach the diameter of the massive mammary. She was a six-foot-five-inch wonder, and those breasts looked abundant but good on her Amazon frame. They were soft, full, and very natural, and they shimmied and sloshed as he played with them like a child playing with clay. He then wet his lips and stared at them in disbelief. He couldn't buy a whore like this for all the money Sandman promised. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, and all his sixty years were nothing up to this second. He leaned in and pulled her huge breasts and pert nipple into his mouth and started feeding like a mad dog.
Wonder Woman moaned softly and rolled her head as he accosted her endowment. His other hand cupped her other breast and rolled it around with abandonment. He pressed in and sucked away even harder, gnawing and sucking her nipple to his own satisfaction.
"Oh God! What a body! Sandman, you can keep those other two," the Doc laughed as he loomed over her chest and formed her massive breasts together with both hands. He spent several minutes just staring at the canyon of tan cleavage before him, drooling at the mountains of breasts that he had total control over. What's more, he grew excited remembering the rumors he had heard about Wonder Woman, how she was probably a virgin and how he might right now be the first man to do this to the two greatest breasts on the planet next to Supergirl's. He then leaned in and slid his face between her breasts and rubbed them against his cheeks, kissing her chest and slobbering over her cleavage. "Oh, I'm going to tit-fuck these babies," he thought.
Several minutes of breast fulfillment went by as the Doc did everything he could to those incredible mammaries. He then sat back and looked longingly at her perfect, brown muff. Like a little boy at Christmas, he got up and stripped, and had his clothes off in record time. He then started on those incredible legs. With his hands, he groped, stroked, and ran down their lengths and covered every inch. He even grabbed her knees like some molester stealing a grope. For about a half-hour, he did nothing but grope and squeeze and molest every inch of Wonder Woman's sleeping, prone body, leaving nothing untouched. He finished by sinking in and giving her red lips a deep, wet kiss.
"Now it's fuck time, honey!" he said, trying to talk dirty and trying to think of her as his little sex toy. He climbed in between her thighs and sank down. Using his hand, he guided his erect member forward and pressed it up against her lips. Even though Wonder Woman had been dildo-raped several times, she was still perky and tight, and he felt excited about being the first man to penetrate her. He wasn't a huge man by a long shot, but not getting any for years made him rather stout and hard at this point. Plus, the fact that he was about to fuck the world's greatest sex bomb made him the Eiffel Tower. He pressed forward, and Wonder Woman's eyes slowly opened.
"Wha... what's going..." she moaned and rocked her head back and forth. Doctor Soma quickly reached up and grabbed his bottle and rag. He soaked it with a nice, dazing dose and placed the pad over her nose and mouth. Wonder Woman tried to roll her head away, but the fumes dampened her spirits. He pulled the rag away just in time to drug her but not put her out. He didn't want to fuck a sleeping body and wanted a bit of a ride.
He reached his arms under her shoulder and pulled himself forward. Wonder Woman's hips rose as she felt him enter her, and he hung on to maintain control. After a few moments, he found himself fully inserted and looked up to see the Amazon was still a full head and a half taller than he was. No sweat, since he was now staring down at her massive breasts.
The doc started pumping, slowly slamming his hips in and out as he raped Wonder Woman. Moaning and reacting subconsciously, Wonder Woman reciprocated, surging and lunging her hips against his in rhythmic unison. She groaned and looked down at the little man who was now thrusting harder into her and grabbing her breasts like an inept child. She was now panting and moaning deeply, and it started the Doc getting more and more excited.
"I'm going to do you good, bitch. You're going to know defeat after I'm done! You're a fucking whore who deserves this!" the Doc ranted as he continued the rape, acting like a big man who was raping a defenseless woman.
Wonder Woman began to clench her teeth and pant quickly as the pumping continued. She stared down at him and looked him in the eye with an incredibly sensuous stare as her body thrust with his. He accelerated his plunging and quickened his pace as the wave built. He then reached down and grabbed onto her large, plump ass with both hands.
"No..." Wonder Woman gasped in a weak, feminine voice.
"Oh, yes. You're going down," the doc replied, acting like a big man.
"You don't understand," she cooed. "If I'm taken by a man, I'll be enslaved to him forever..."
The Doc slowed and stared up at her huge, brown, fawn-like eyes. He had heard many stories about these Amazons and how, if this or that happens to them, they are lost. "What do you mean? Answer!" he screamed, shoving himself deep into her like it was a threat.
"If... if my virtue is lost to a man, I must be his consort for life. I must please him in any way he commands, without hesitation. Please don't... I'm saving myself."
That line sent a chill down the doc's spine that could have frozen a dozen ice trays. Not only was he popping Wonder Woman's cherry, but he would get her for life, as his own sex slave. He went to work like a mad dog, hip-slamming and ramming her like a wild animal.
The Amazon bucked and gyrated, panting "no" again and again and putting up a very erotic struggle with her thighs and hips. The doc was gasping like a track runner, trying his best to push the Amazon over the edge.
"Uggh... my mind... can't control myself... Must make love to you," Wonder Woman gasped as her head rolled back, and she moaned so erotically that the Doc nearly lost it right there.
"Will you do as I say? Will you be mine?" he said, drooling.
"No. I can't. I... YES! Yes, I'll be yours," she said in a cry of defeat.
The Doc went crazy. He tightened so hard that his back crackled and cracked from the tension. With a huge, male scream, he exploded and climaxed inside a moaning, climaxing Wonder Woman.
After several minutes of catching his breath, he pulled himself up and kissed the Amazon. She reciprocated and kissed him deeply, and the two madly exchanged passionate embraces.
"Untie me, master. I must pleasure you," Wonder Woman said in a very feminine, defeated, zombie-like voice.
"Oh, you bet, Wonder Boobs," the doc said as he got the remote from his lab coat and released the tendril restraints.
Wonder Woman curled up, crossed her legs on the bed, and smiled at him. The doc slipped back in the bed and on top of her and slipped his hips again between her legs. "How about a blow job, toots?" he said in a semi-asking, semi-ordering tone.
Wonder Woman smiled and played with his hair. "Oh, sure. WHEN HADES FREEZES OVER, YOU TWIRP!"
With that, the amazing Amazon slammed her massively powerful thighs together and squeezed the doc like a boa constrictor. Even without her power belt, Wonder Woman was a 6'5" bombshell that could bench press 200 pounds and could do 150-pound squats with ease. The doc squealed like a pig, and Wonder Woman sank back into the bed with a smile. She then reached up, grabbed the doc by the head, and gave him a big, wet kiss.
"Thanks a lot for setting me free, MORON!" she said rudely. She then put her legs under his chest and sent him flying across the room and into a wardrobe. He collapsed unconscious.
"That virgin/lose my virtue bit works every time," she said, smiling as she got up and picked up her costume. She got dressed and tied the doc up with some curtain cord. As she walked out of the room, she looked back at the bed and smiled. "Gotta get me one of those."
Both Batgirl and Huntress were now being violently gang-raped by Sandman and his men. Buried under a mass of men, each girl was reduced to nothing more than a plugged pleasure doll for their perverted chloroform fantasies and sexual amusement. Sandman reeled his head back and seized, exploding inside Batgirl's mouth.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and Wonder Woman came barging in. "Well, well. Looks like we can add rape to your list of charges, Sandman," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she stood with her hands on her hips. Too arrogant to think straight, Wonder Woman had missed the relaxing goon having a smoke behind the door. He readied his pad of somaform and jumped Wonder Woman from behind.
"That's it! Nail her! Get her, men!!!" screamed Sandman as Wonder Woman reeled back and stared in shock at the onslaught of goons. They all piled on top of her and began pulling her down. The fumes were sucking and sapping her strength, and Wonder Woman began to stagger and sway. Then, with one last burst of Amazon strength, Wonder Woman exploded and threw the goons off of her.
Several slammed into the walls, while others landed on the floor. The Amazon staggered and held her head in dizziness as the men started to regroup. A dazed and totally fucked Batgirl and Huntress inched toward each other and lay back to back, working on their ropes, and Wonder Woman started throwing Sandman's men about like dolls.
"Take this, Wonder Jugs!" Sandman hissed as he sprayed gas into her face. Wonder Woman staggered back and tripped on one of his henchmen, sending her hard to the floor. Immediately, three goons piled on top of her, and another somaform pad clamped down over her nose and mouth."Not so fast!" screamed Batgirl as she sent a roundhouse kick straight into Sandman's face. The Huntress somersaulted toward the pile of men, and Wonder Woman drop-kicked a blow straight into one of their heads. Two men got up and rushed Huntress, but she was a far better combatant, dodging their swings with ease and kicking the daylights out of them with her muscular, sexy legs.
"You perverted fuck! We'll teach you!!" Batgirl said, punching the Sandman in his crotch, then grabbing his hair and slamming his head down on her knee. The master crook staggered back with a bloody nose and cried in agony as he stared at the blood. Batgirl ran toward him and planted both of her feet into his chest, sending him straight into the wall hard enough to knock him out.
Wonder Woman slammed two of the crooks' heads together and dusted her hands as they dropped to the floor. All three heroines stood around and stared at the pile of beaten men at their feet.
"What do you think we should do with them?" the Huntress asked, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"I've got just the thing," Wonder Woman said with a smile.
"That magic lasso of yours really did the trick," Batgirl said with a smile as she sat on the bed, patting the bare male ass laying in front of her.
"Yes, those goons won't remember a thing, especially about raping us, and Dr. Soma now won't ever be able to replicate his formula," Wonder Woman said with a smile as she too petted the ass in front of her.
"What about Sandman? Why did we drag him up here?" asked the Huntress.
"Watch!"
Wonder Woman pressed the buttons on the remote, and a mechanical arm sporting a huge dildo rose up from the foot of the bed. Sandman slowly started to come around and mumbled under his gag as he lay spread-eagle on his stomach on the bed. His eyes bulged in terror and pain as the dildo parted his ass cheeks and pressed inside.
"Ta-ta, Sandman. It's been a slice of heaven," Batgirl said, smacking his butt and walking out with a giggle. "We'll call Police Commissioner Gordon and let him know where you are."
"Yeah, in about two or three hours," laughed the Huntress. All three women laughed and walked out as Sandman screamed and wailed from the brutal ass rape. | null | Part 1 of 2 | Collections/LEXtext/BatGirl/batgirl.txt |
1,466 | [email protected] (GzAxgaiefX) | Simpsons Episode IV: Blackmail and a Bimbo | "Rod, Todd, how are you two doing? Did you say your mid-morning prayers?" asked Mrs. Flanders.
"Yes, mother," the two boys replied angelically to their mother. With that, Maud left the room. "God," she thought, "why do they have to be such dorks?"
In actuality, Maud did not like the devotion to God that her husband and kids had. She just put on that facade so she could marry Ned. When she moved to Springfield, no one would talk to her. She needed a good reputation, and the quickest way to get that was to marry the holiest man in town, Ned Flanders. The whole thing was a mistake because Maud was a very horny woman, and in their entire marriage, Ned and Maud had sex twice, just for Rod and Todd, and even that was a challenge. She had to explain to Ned that his offspring could carry on his good-doing. Unfortunately, they had.
"Well, thank God for the old dildo and vibrator collection!" Maud said a little louder than she intended to. She went to her room to satisfy her needs.
"Okay," said Todd, "She's gone." The two boys resumed their buttfucking, this time though, there were loud smacking noises and pops as they thrusted back and forth.
"Perfect," thought Bart as he videotaped with one hand and spanked off with the other.
Todd finally came with the same exuberance as Rod. "Wow, you were right, that does feel good."
At that very moment, Maud came with a powerful orgasm. Her body spurted juices as she unsuccessfully tried to muffle her screams. The boys didn't hear though, because of their own screams.
The next day, Bart walked over to the Flanders' house with the video tape. Rod and Todd were home alone. Bart told Rod that he had to show them something. He put the video tape in the VCR and pressed play. The scene was perfect, Rod and Todd both grunting and fucking.
"What are you going to do with that?" questioned Todd.
"Well, if you don't do what I say, I'm going to show it to your parents, and you know they'll be mad, this is incest, and that's a sin."
The two boys looked horrified. "We'll do whatever you want, we promise."
Bart was delighted. "Okay, Your father's away on some Leftorium business trip next week, right?" The boys nodded their heads. "Good. On Monday, you two have to tie your mother down to her bed, naked, and watch me as I rape her. If I'm in a good mood, I'll let you have a shot at her too."
Rod and Todd were about to protest when Bart reminded them of the tape. "We'll do it," they said glumly.
On that Monday, after Ned had left for his business trip, the two boys conspired on how to carry off this plan of Bart's. They decided that they would offer their mother a drink of lemonade (she loves lemonade), but they would put lots of their Dad's "calm-down" pills. (Ned has to take valium every morning, or he goes into spasms, rattling off religious chants and phrases) After that, Maud would probably fall asleep. Then the two of them would drag Maud over to the bed and tie her up. So, the two boys carried out their plan and it worked perfectly. But, by one p.m., Maud woke up, and Bart wasn't due over until three. She started screaming out for help, and Rod and Todd didn't know what to do. Finally, they went over to her and gave her a glass of lemonade mixed with just a few more pills in it, and Maud dozed back off.
Bart arrived at three, but Maud was still asleep. He told the two boys to sit down in the chairs, so they could watch the whole scene. Then he went over to Maud and stared at her breasts.
"Wow, those are big, what size bra is she?" Bart asked.
"What's a bra?" replied the two boys.
Bart went over to the pile of clothes and found the bra. "38 D, that is huge, I can't wait." With that, he began to suck on the large, dark nipples. First one, then the other. Maud finally began to stir and opened her mouth to cover it. Bart had already planned for this to happen, and quickly covered her mouth with his and embraced in a passionate kiss.
Bart quickly took his mouth off of hers and replaced it with his hand. "If you don't scream, we'll both enjoy this more, and if you do, this will be a lot worse than it could be," Bart said.
Slowly, the boy began to remove his hand from the woman's mouth. She kept quiet. Maud thought to herself, "I really should be resisting, but the boy is willing to fuck me and I really need it. I'm sick of plastic toys, I don't care what Ned thinks."
"Good girl," Bart said, "now let's get started." Bart smiled and thought "Thank God nobody noticed when I put the video camera down on the bed table, turned on! This'll be even better for blackmail."
Bart slowly entered his neighbor. In and out, slowly working his neighbor toward an orgasm. Surprisingly, Maud put up no resistance. Bart thought to himself, "Ned must not be servicing the wife, hee hee hee."
"Oh Bart, God Bart, you are God, Oh yes, I'm gonna cum, Ahhhhhhh!" And boy did she cum! Her juices spurted all over the bed. Bart hadn't cum yet though, so he shoved his dick into her mouth and demanded her to suck him dry. After five minutes of intense sucking, Bart came, and filled her mouth. Thank you Mrs. Flanders. With that, Bart got up, started to walk away and said, "She's all yours, boys," and he left.
Find out what happens next time in Simpsons Episode V: Homer gets revenge.
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1,467 | [email protected] (GzAxgaiefX) | Simpsons Episode I: Bart and an Older Woman | "Oh no!" Bart thought to himself, "I've got to do something about Mrs. Krabopple. I can't ask Lisa, she'll just make fun of me. I can't ask my mom, she'll think I'm twisted or something. I'll ask Homer!"
Bart went to Homer and asked him what to do, and Homer, lacking any sense of intelligence, responded:
"Tell her the truth."
That night, Bart went to Edna Krabopple's house in a suit and knocked on the door.
"Oh great!" Edna thought sarcastically, "instead of having my dream man at the door, my worst student comes."
"Bart," she said, "What do you want, and how in the world did you find out where I live?"
"Ummm, Mrs. Krabopple, I have some bad news for you."
"Did you break the fish bowl again, because if you did, you're gonna be in detention for the rest of..."
"NO!" Bart cut in, "it is much more serious, and whatever you do, please don't get mad, I thought it would be funny at first, and then I realized that I made a big mistake."
"Alright Bart, what is it, what did you do?" Edna questioned.
"Well, you know all of those love letters you've gotten..."
"You know who my Woodrow is?" Edna interrupted with a burst of energy, "Who is he, where is he, when can I finally meet him?"
Bart hesitated, in anticipation of a slap across the face. Then, he said:
"I'm Woodrow, I wrote the letters."
The young boy stood there, waiting for his teacher's wrath. Then an evil grin crept onto Edna's face.
"You wrote the letters? I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, young man. Come with me."
"Uh oh," Bart thought as he walked behind his teacher into what appeared to be her bedroom. "I'm about to get the biggest spanking of my life, aren't I?"
"You could say that," his teacher slyly replied. "Sit on the bed, Bart, I want to explain something to you."
Bart did as he was told.
"My husband left me over ten years ago, and that was the last time that I got any... Uhmmm I mean that was the last time I had... Uhmmm, that was the last time I had a male companion. Because I have certain needs, I put an ad in the magazine to fill my needs. You, or Woodrow, was the first decent, reasonable man who responded, and I got very excited. I thought my needs would be answered, and now, I am so horn... I mean needy, that your punishment will be to help me solve my needs."
"What is it that you want me to do?" Bart asked.
"Well, Uhhhhh, Ummmmm..." Edna Krabopple never thought she would ask anyone to do what she was about to ask Bart, let alone a student. And, she certainly didn't know how to ask him. "Bart," she said, "we're gonna have... Uhmmmm, let's see, when two people really like each other, they... No, that's not what I want to say... Uhmmm well, you, uhhhmmmm, We're gonna fuck!"
"What?" Bart stammered. Being in fourth grade, he didn't know much about sex, and he hadn't even started puberty, so he was totally lost.
"Don't worry," Edna said, "I'll take you through every step." With that, she walked over to Bart and immediately locked into a deep kiss.
Bart pushed away, saying:
"Ewwwww, that's disgusting!"
But, Edna persisted and said:
"Trust me, you'll like it, and besides, this is part of your punishment."
Once again, the teacher pressed her lips against those of the eleven-year-old and held. Soon, she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into Bart's mouth. He responded with the same action. They stayed like this for five or six minutes, until Edna decided to move on to the next step. She broke the kiss, took off her shirt, and unclasped her bra. Although not huge, her breasts were perfectly shaped, and Bart was overcome.
"Wow!" the boy said as he stared at her beautiful globules. It was his first exposure to breasts, and he immediately started to kiss, caress, and play with them. Edna leaned her head back and moaned. Bart, wanting to take some initiative, took off his shirt, and while doing so, realized a strange feeling. His penis felt like it was getting bigger. Bart had an irregularly large pre-pubescent dick. At three inches soft, Bart thought that was as big as it got. He knew that his member was big because at school, in the bathroom, he often caught a quick flash of another boy's dick, and one inch is a lot smaller than three inches.
While Edna impatiently awaited her young lover, Bart wanted to investigate. He pulled down his pants and pulled the semi-hard dick out of his boxers.
"Holy shit!" Bart yelled, "It grew an inch!"
"Don't have a cow," Edna joked, "and besides, it'll grow more than that."
Bart looked over and realized that while he was stripping, his teacher had done the same. For the first time in his life, Bart looked over at his teacher and had the sudden urge to do something, but he didn't know what that something was.
"Come over here," Edna pleaded, and then grabbed the boy's dick. Quickly, she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck like she never sucked before. At first, Bart was repulsed, but soon, he realized that this felt amazingly good. The more she sucked, the bigger it grew, and finally, after five minutes of the most intense blowjob ever, Bart's dick was at a whopping five and a half inches. "Okay, now you're ready," said Edna to her student. She guided his dick to the entrance of her pussy. "Do you know what to do, because if you don't it's real easy, I'll tell you." Bart looked to the ground, quite embarrassed. "Alright, all you have to do is pump that rod of yours into my pussy, then pull back some, then back in... In, out, in, out, etc. Do you get the general idea?" Bart nodded. "Good, now when I start screaming, whatever you do, don't stop, go faster!!! And, unless I'm screaming, pull out if you feel like some stuff is about to come out of your penis. If I'm screaming, forget about it and keep on going. By the way, this may take a while, don't give up too early, the end experience is well worth the wait."
Bart nodded and eased his way into her love box. A slight moan escaped Edna's lips. Then, Bart climbed on top of her, his head only reaching her boob. Slowly, he began to pump, in and out.
"If you want to be done before next week, I'd go a little faster," Edna complained.
The boy's pace became faster and faster. Soon he was pumping in and out as fast as he could, in anticipation of the great feeling he was promised. Then, it happened. Bart's fourth-grade teacher let out a scream. Her body started to violently shake, and Bart knew he had to keep on going and get even faster. His teacher's body then went rigid, and Bart felt a strange feeling in his dick.
"Uh oh," Bart thought, "she's screaming and I'm about to have that feeling she told me about." The boy pumped as hard as he could. Beads of sweat dripped from the two bodies. Edna screamed as Bart grunted. Then, Bart, for the first time, had an orgasm, and couldn't believe how good it felt. It almost hurt, it felt so good.
"Oooohhhh Bart, that was excellent!" the lustful teacher moaned. "You learn quickly, I think your grade just went from an 'F' to an 'A.'"
"Thank you Mrs. Krabopple, that was awesome!"
"C'mon Bart, I'll give you a ride home."
"Actually, my parents think I'm sleeping over at Millhouse's tonight, I'll just call him, tell him that I got grounded, and I'll stay here, for some more fun."
That night, Bart and his teacher fucked for hours. Over and over, Bart emptied his little ball sack into Mrs. Krabopple. In one night, his grade went from a "D" to an "A."
Episode 2 is soon to come. | null | Episode 1 | Collections/LEXtext/Simpsons/simp1.txt |
1,468 | [email protected] (GzAxgaiefX) | Simpsons Episode V: Homer Gets Revenge | "Marge, how could you do that? You committed incest!" Homer whined.
"Well," Marge reasoned, "it was an accident. You see, he kind of thought that I was coming on to him and I well, uhmmmmm." And she sighed in that way that only Marge can.
Homer thought to himself: "She gets to have sex with a young boy, whose youth and energy are far beyond mine. I can tell that she really enjoyed that fuck, and I don't think I can match it. But, I'll have my revenge!"
"Home-ee, are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you think that hard."
"Very funny, Marge. We'll see who has the last laugh!" And Homer got up and left.
Meanwhile, Bart had just left the Flanders' house after three hours of passionate sex. And the video camera was about to capture some more. He left it on the bed table, taping Rod and Todd fuck their mother. Of course, they didn't know they were doing anything bad, and she was too horny to protest.
In the bedroom, the lights were off, the windows were open, but it was twilight outside... Naughty time! Rod said to his mother, in his sweetest voice, "Mother dear, I want to put my penis in that hairy thing of yours, just like Bart did. He seemed to enjoy himself, and I think I will too." Maud spread her legs, exposing more of her large brown patch of fur. No thought of doubt ever entered her mind. She didn't care that these were her children, she didn't care that they were too young, she didn't care that she was married, she wanted more passionate sex, and she was going to get it, no matter what it took.
Unfortunately, the two young boys had no idea what to do. After all, they didn't have a mentor like Bart did (see Simpsons Episode I: Bart and an Older Woman). Rod jumped onto his mother, stuck his little erect dick into his mother, and started bouncing around. "How could he be so stupid?" thought Maud. Rod was bouncing his arms, he was bouncing his head, he was bouncing his chest, he was bouncing his legs, he was bouncing everything except his dick. His three-incher, which in no way filled Maud, was completely stationary.
"Honey," complained Maud, "you're doing it all wrong. Untie me and I'll teach you two how to help mommy enjoy herself."
Back at the Simpson home, it was seven-thirty, Marge took Maggie with her to go shopping, Bart was spanking off in his room, and Lisa was practicing the saxophone. Homer had the downstairs all to himself. He began to set up his revenge. He began by closing the curtains and turning the lights down low. Then he turned on some "smooth guy" music. Then he walked over to the couch but tripped over the rug and fell flat on his face. "Doh!" After that, he folded out the couch into a bed. Homer walked up the stairs and gently knocked on his daughter's door.
"What is it, Dad?" Lisa moaned angrily. She hated being interrupted while playing the sax. Even Bart had the common courtesy not to do that. But the real reason she loved the sax wasn't for the music. She figured out, when she first started playing, that if you turn the bottom part of the instrument around and place it right on your pussy, the vibrations were ecstasy.
"Uhmm, Honey, Lisa, I've got a surprise for you downstairs. Could I interrupt you for a moment so you could come see it?"
"Can't it wait, Dad?" mumbled Lisa. "Geez," she thought, "I'm just about to explode!!!"
"No, honey, you've got to see this right now, before Mom gets home," Homer replied in his nicest fatherly voice.
"Oh my God, you got me a pony without asking Mom, and you want me to become attached to it before she gets home, so we don't have to return it!" screamed Lisa at the top of her lungs, all in one breath. With that, she burst out of her room and hugged her Dad.
"Uhmm, no, honey, that's not it."
"What else could it be?" asked Lisa.
And to that, Homer replied, "It's the best feeling you'll ever feel in your life. Come downstairs right now." Homer grabbed his daughter and rushed downstairs. He threw her on the sofa bed and said, "Okay, I want to show you something." Homer wasn't a very romantic guy, but he was doing his best. He reached down his pants and pulled out his unusually small dick, for a grown man anyway. At three and a half inches hard, he was pretty embarrassed about it. He never used public bathrooms and never ever changed in a locker room. But his daughter had never seen a dick before, and to her, it was enormous (or so he thought). Then, Homer completely stripped. He sat down next to her on the bed and thought for a while.
"We are going to do some stuff that you are going to enjoy a lot, just trust me." Lisa, however, just sat there wide-eyed, trying to comprehend the situation. Then Homer said it, "Lisa, take off your clothes, we're going to fuck."
At that very moment, a Maud Flanders was riding Rod. Behind her, up her ass, was Todd, who was pumping in and out like a little piston. Then, all of a sudden, Maud stopped. Beads of sweat dripped down her glistening body. Rod and Todd frowned at her in disappointment. Their faces seemed to say, "What is the problem?" The problem was that neither of them were reaching into her enough. Quickly, she took Rod's sweaty, hairless ballsack and stuck that in her pussy too. Then the threesome continued their fuck-fest. Liquids spurted out everywhere, their sweat had made a damp spot on the bed, and just before all three of them were about to come to a smashing orgasm, they heard a whistle.
"Howdilly Doodilly family, I'm back early! Now gee gosh golly, where are you three?" Maud, Rod, and Todd jumped up, dried themselves off, threw on some clothes, and rushed down to meet Ned.
Ned exclaimed, "Ted, Todd, why are you two out of breath, and Maud, your hair, it looks uhmmm..."
"Disheveled?" Maud said, finishing his sentence.
"Yeah, why?" Ned questioned.
Rod started, "Well, Mommy and me and Todd we were all..."
"Taking a jog, yeah, and that's why we're all out of breath," Maud cut in.
"Well, good for you! By the way, Maud, I've got a special surprise for you!"
Meanwhile, at the Simpsons household, Lisa's mouth was wrapped around Homer's cock, sucking as hard as her little lungs let her. Of course, she wasn't very good or very neat, but to Homer, it felt great. He reached down and placed his hand over her hairless little pussy. First, he stuck a finger in and played around a little, then another finger, then another, until Lisa could barely breathe due to the excitement.
"Lie down," Homer commanded. "Now, spread your knees apart," and Lisa complied. Her hands were behind her back, her feet were together, a smile was on her face, and her vertical smile was completely exposed. He opened it a little with his fingers and said to her, "This is going to hurt quite a bit, but once the pain is gone, it will be pure enjoyment."
Homer positioned his dick at her entrance. He slowly pushed in and reached her cherry. "Ready, honey?" he warned, and she nodded. Then Homer pulled back and forcefully slammed into his little daughter.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lisa screamed in sheer pain. But Homer kept on pumping. "Honey, calm down, you'll be okay," Homer panted between breaths. But Lisa continued to scream. Homer couldn't stop, though. Even if he could, he wouldn't want to stop. He hadn't ever broken in a virgin, and hadn't ever fucked a girl so tight. It was even tighter than Marge's ass! Lisa's screams kept up, but they were slowly transforming from screams of pain to screams of passion. The two of them were grunting like pigs. Lisa began to lift her pelvis to meet her father's thrusts. She wanted more in her, she needed more meat in her, her pussy was itching deep, and she needed more.
Finally, she came, and her milking action induced Homer to cum as well. They heard the car door close, so they quickly folded up the sofa-bed, put on their clothes, and turned on the TV. Marge and Maggie walked in, knowing in full what had gone on. In actuality, Marge never left the house; she just watched through the crack between the curtains the entire event.
Find out next time what happens when Marge confronts Homer about the escapades with Lisa, and find out what Ned's special surprise is in Simpsons Episode VI: Convincing the Wife.
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1,469 | [email protected] (GzAxgaiefX) | Simpsons Episode VI: Convincing the Wife | "Well, it's 7:30, time for bed, kids," Ned Flanders happily said. Maud rolled her eyes. The two young boys quietly complained, but Ned interrupted, "If you want Bible stories, get ready for bed now," and the two boys ran off, in hopes that they would get extra Bible stories. Once again, Maud rolled her eyes. As the boys brushed their teeth, Ned began to whisper to his wife: "I've been thinking, and I'd like to treat you to some fun tonight, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I'm worn out, I don't know if I can take another ramming," Maud thought. The truth was that although Ned rarely had sex (only two times in his life), he had a huge cock. Ten inches should never go to waste! The most unusual part, however, was its amazing girth. The unused penis was at least the thickness of his leg when it was hard.
Ned went up to read his children Bible stories. While he was gone, Maud's mind raced, trying to figure out a way to convince Ned not to have sex. She'd never had to do this before!
Meanwhile, back at the Simpson household, Marge and Homer were in a vicious argument. Marge had just caught Homer "breaking in" their daughter. Homer claimed, "If you can do it, so can I!" [See Simpsons Episode II]
Marge quickly retorted: "That was different, it was an accident, and besides, two wrongs don't make a right!"
Then, Homer shouted, "DOH!" because he knew he had been beaten. As always, Marge won the argument because Homer wasn't so smart. But, the strange silence was broken when they heard their dog, Santa's Little Helper, yelp.
The two angry adults ran into the kitchen and found a scene which can only be described as bizarre. Maggie had evidently lost her pacifier, and for a replacement, used the dog's big red pecker. Homer and Marge stood in awe. With so much sucking practice, Maggie quickly induced Santa's Little Helper's orgasm. Homer and Marge watched their baby daughter guzzle down spurt after spurt of dog cum.
Homer broke the silence: "I want some of that!" Marge instantly feared that her husband would devirginize this daughter as well, and screamed out "No!" But, it was too late. Homer ran over to Maggie and quickly picked her up. Surprisingly though, Homer put her down and planted his lips around the dog's dick. He sucked ferociously, but the mutt wouldn't produce any more magic juice. "Doh!" Homer screamed, and then said "His schlong's bigger than mine too! Doh!"
Marge asked in absurdity, "Homer, what was all that about?"
"I read in a book that doggie cum is good for you."
"What book?"
In embarrassment, Homer replied, "I think it was called the '100 Most Stupid Things Ever Said.' Doh!"
Back at the Flanders's house, Maud was avoiding the subject of sex. How could she refuse him, she had been begging for months now? Ned at about eight-thirty said, "Honey, I'm very sorry that I had to go away, and I want to repay you with something you've been asking for, for months now, and we better start soon because our bedtime is in half an hour."
That's another thing. Ned Flanders imposed a bedtime on himself and his wife: 9:00 pm, and that was only on weekends! Anyway, Maud started to worry, she didn't want to have to go through with this, her pussy ached from the earlier ramming.
Ned began again, "So, as a present, I've decided to do something for you that I know you'll love."
Maud thought again, "Why now, why not any other night?"
"C'mon upstairs, honey, we're gonna have a great time!" Maud slowly inched up the stairs. When they finally got to the bedroom, she noticed that the lights were dim, the bed was made, and there were flowers everywhere. (How did he have time to do this?)
Ned, while holding something behind his back, said in a very seductive voice, "Maud, I have a special treat here, do you want to see it?"
Apathetically, Maud replied, "Whatever."
With that, Ned whipped out a pint of Ben and Jerry's and said, "Surprise, I know that you wanted some ice cream, and I thought we'd make it a special treat in bed. I couldn't figure out why you were so unhappy to find out what the surprise was though."
Relieved, yet a little disappointed that Ned wasn't planning to have sex, Maud replied with a grin, "Oh, sorry, dear, I was tired, this is a great present, thank you so very much!"
Back at the Simpson's household, Homer and Marge were talking.
"Homer, not only was that disgusting, but it was also stupid, what were you thinking?" Homer started to say something, but trailed off. Marge, deciding that Homer had enough verbal bashing for the night, changed the subject. "Home-ie, I was thinking, we have to have a talk, you and I and the kids about sex. We can't let them go around talking about sex with their parents, we'll get arrested."
"Great," Homer replied, "that's so good of you to talk to the kids!"
"Homer, we will both talk to them, and it has to be done right now, let's go up there and have a chat. First, you talk to Bart, and I'll talk to Lisa, then we'll join, and have a family talk, without Maggie, of course."
"Oh, okay," said Homer, and with that, the two parents went upstairs to talk to their children. When Homer opened the door to Bart's room, though, he could not believe what he saw! | null | null | Collections/LEXtext/Simpsons/simp6.txt |
1,477 | Jimbo | Hard Drives | "Oh God," cried Sue as the huge interstate truck went by, causing her sports convertible to weave in the slipstream. "This is fantastic."
She squirmed in the seat, her short skirt riding further up her long legs. She was dripping wet, the smell of herself making her even more excited. It had started in the office. She'd arrived there in the morning feeling hot and horny, and it had just gone on from there.
First, there was the delivery boy with the tight jeans, his cock clearly visible squashed against his leg, his fat balls bisected by the straining crotch seam. She'd looked at him and fantasized, getting wet and hotter.
The summer weather had lightened everyone's clothes, and as she looked around, it seemed that everywhere there were breasts and legs visible. Sandy, the secretary who worked opposite, had on a micro mini, and Sue had spent most of the day getting crotch shots of her panties squashed up between the fat lips of her cunt, the dark pubic hair curling around the edge.
Then Jean, the administrative assistant, had come in with some papers. Leaning over Sue's desk, she treated her to a lovely view of her beautiful braless breasts, the small pink nipples standing out and the slight sweat sheen making them all the more inviting.
On the way to the garage, she'd passed a construction site. A gorgeous 20-year-old blond guy had been bending over, his jeans slipped down from his waist, showing the beginning of the crack separating his two hard buns, the light blond down gradually getting darker as it disappeared into his jeans. She almost came on the spot, and as she steadied herself, the brush of her blouse across her nipples as she raised her arm only made the situation worse.
Everywhere she looked, she saw sex. Dogs with big dicks swinging under their bellies, schoolgirls with fresh brown legs disappearing up short pleated skirts, boys with hard lean bodies and young hard penises just waiting to be sucked, office men with round hard butts straining at their sweat-shrunk trousers. On the street, people brushed against her. Her mind taking off, she imagined herself in a huge outdoor orgy, fantasized about outlandish sex, the dogs and schoolgirls humping in the street, the blond construction worker being shafted from behind, his tight ass opening and clenching with his thrusts.
By the time she got to her convertible, she was mad with lust. Looking around to see she was alone, she slipped off her panties. Her cunt was barely covered by her short skirt, which was pushed out in front by her prominent mound and the ball of blond pubic hair that covered it. A faint breeze momentarily cooled her fevered crotch, the condensing sweat refreshing the juice-soaked cheeks of her ass. She grabbed herself, spreading her legs wide and running the flat of her hand across her pussy. She brought her hand up and licked at the wet, the heavy smell of her own musk momentarily satisfying her lust.
She had no idea how she managed to get to the freeway, but the wind in her hair, the sensation of freedom and abandon she felt with her pantyless cunt almost in everyone's view, relaxed and excited her. She didn't know if the truck drivers could see her cunt, but her long legs were plainly visible, and the chill of the wind had made her nipples stand out against the thin material of her blouse, causing various of the huge eighteen wheelers that stormed by to blow their air horns.
She felt excited, removed from normal life. An exception, a different person who moved in another, higher sexual sphere. The realization brought an artificial calm. It made her more detached and cerebral in the whirlwind of emotions that had accompanied her during the day, more determined to find what she wanted. A gas station was coming up, and although she didn't need anything, she decided to pull over. She needed contact with people, the sense of danger and the thrill it brought her to know she was naked and wet under the short, tight mini. She was aware that her long legs and prominent tits made people look at her, but she was also sure they never suspected the sexual maelstrom that raged inside her. She pulled over and stopped in front of the convenience store. There weren't any people around, so she got out of the low car with no problem, her short skirt forced up around her waist. She saw her cunt was plainly visible as she spread her legs to pull herself out of the low-slung vehicle, and she shielded herself with the door.
She walked to the self-service, the freedom she'd felt earlier now emphasized by the movement of her legs and ass. The breeze she created sent a wave of freshness to her overheated cunt. Her swollen breasts bounced up and down as she walked, the sensitive nipples reacting to the gentle brush of her blouse.
Inside, she once more succumbed to the sense of unreality that had accompanied her during the day.
The place was a trucker's stop, stocking a wide variety of magazines for the trade. She stopped to look at the display of large-breasted girls and suggestive titles. On the top shelf was an array of porno movies. She stopped and reached up to retrieve one that caught her eye, 'Island Castaways', with a photo of three girls and two guys on a palm-lined beach. She was unaware, or unconcerned, that her skirt rode up to expose the lower half of her beautiful ass as she reached for the movie.
She wandered around, picking up things at random, seeing sexual inference in almost everything around her. She'd almost gotten to the checkout when she saw the guy ahead. He was tall, thin but well-built and wearing a pair of jeans and a leather jacket. His tight ass fascinated her, and she studied him as he walked to the counter. She imagined what his cock would be like. She thought of taking it in her mouth, of grabbing his tight hairy buns as he pumped at her mouth with his huge prick. She wavered, her breasts hurting with the sudden infusion of blood, her cunt getting even wetter.
She suddenly felt vulnerable once more, sure that her emotions were clearly visible to anyone who looked, felt the insecurity of her nakedness beneath her skirt. The guy was taking his time, paying with a credit card. She stood next to him, sure that he could plainly smell her wet cunt. She looked down at her breasts, willing her prominent nipples to subside. Then she noticed that the porno she'd picked up was on top of the pile of completely unnecessary things she'd bought. She didn't know whether to hide it on the bottom and risk calling attention to herself, or hope that he wouldn't notice.
A sudden commotion made her look up - a group of teenagers, a mixture of Whites, Hispanics, and Blacks were coming towards her, whistling and pointing at her. She suddenly felt afraid and helpless. The youths were typical of their age, flaunting their sexuality with open shirts and tight pants. In a flash, she imagined them surrounding her, their smooth hard naked bodies, their young penises, large, long and hard rubbing all over her nakedness. The spurts of fresh cum as they shot off on her as she groveled on the floor beneath them, masturbating herself. Lifting her face to lick at their pricks and balls as they came in her mouth, their hands pumping at their own and each other's pricks, jerking themselves off over her sex-wracked body. She felt faint and lurched against the guy next to her. He looked at her and then at the youths. "Are you OK, Miss?" he said.
She looked up at him, confused and uncertain, scared for a moment that when she opened her mouth the words "I want to suck your cock" would burst out. "Y...yes. I'm OK, thanks," she managed to say. "I just got a little scared with those guys over there." nodding towards the youths. "I'll walk you out if you like," he said, smiling at her. "Yeah, thanks," she said, "I'd appreciate that."
She paid for her stuff, and they left together. The porno was safely in a paper bag, and if he'd noticed it, he didn't say anything.
They got to her car, and she tried to delay getting in, sure that he'd see her nakedness if she did. But he held open the door, so she had to climb in, taking her time and somehow managing to avoid any unladylike poses in the process. She sighed with relief once he shut the door and she put the package on her lap, a vain effort to hide her long legs from his gaze. He took the sigh for something else and looked down at her.
"Are you sure you're OK? Maybe you shouldn't be driving." She looked sideways. Sat in the car, her face was level with his crotch, and for a moment, the only thing she could do was to look at his tight jeans, seeing the outline of his penis and the swell of his balls. She flashed again, imagining it in her mouth, the male smell of him mixed with the tang of her own pussy juice, his cock fresh from fucking her hot pussy. She imagined the weight of his balls, the scratch of his pubic hair on her face as she sucked his half-hard penis to life, feeling beneath her lips the surge of blood that pumped it to a rigid pole.
He took her hesitancy for another indication of weakness.
"Look," he said, "if you don't live far, I'll follow you home."You really should be resting or something."
She looked up at his face, squinting against the bright sunlight.
"I'd like that," she said, wondering at her own admission.
He went over to a late model Corvette parked three places down and pulled around behind her.
The drive to her apartment was only five minutes, and as she pulled into the parking lot, she watched the Corvette pull up behind her. She got out before he came to a complete stop and walked over to his car. Standing next to it, she was aware that only an inch or two of thin material separated her steaming cunt from his gaze. "He must be smelling me," she thought. She moved back a step and bent over, and only when she caught his glance did she realize that he had a great view of her breasts in her thin blouse. She smiled at him and said, "Look, er?"
"Jim," he replied, "Jim Harrison."
"Thanks," she said. "Look, Jim, I really appreciate this. It's not often that you meet someone willing to help out. Even if I'm really OK. If it's anything, it's the heat. Nothing to worry about."
She looked down at his crotch. She could see his penis getting larger under the tight jeans, a thick log lying against his leg. He caught her looking and moved in the seat, trying to hide the effect she'd had on him. "That's OK, er?"
"Sue," she said, "Sue Braden."
They remained looking at each other for a minute or two.
"Would you like to come in for a drink or something?" she finally said.
"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed, "I been thinking about that all the way over."
He followed her up the three flights to her apartment. She went slowly so that he would be close behind, still afraid that he'd get a shot of cunt or ass under the mini as they went up the stairs. She opened the door and went in, and Jim followed, closing it behind him. She put the things on the table and turned. He grabbed her and kissed her on the lips, holding her arms so she couldn't push herself away, pulling her close to his body so that she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. She felt her breasts crushed against the hardness of his chest as his tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring and exciting.
She struggled for a moment or two, but then the rush hit her. Her fantasies were coming true, the flashes she'd had at the gas station could be hers. The only thing was, did she really want it to happen?
"Yesssss," she cried to herself, "yes, yes, yes. I want it. I want it all. I want this guy, I want his cock. I want sex, sex and more sex, and a lot more besides."
She relaxed, her body going limp, arching herself towards him, pushing her cunt onto his leg, opening her mouth to his probing tongue. He released her arms, moving his hands around her back, pulling her closer. She moved her hands up, under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away, while his hands slid over her body and held her ass.
She kissed his chest, licking at his nipples while he fondled her breasts. She humped her pussy shamelessly against his leg. She slid her hand down and grabbed his cock, stroking it through the material of his jeans. He undid his belt and pushed them down, his cock springing free. She raised her skirt and pushed her naked cunt onto his hairy thigh as her hand found his penis, stroking it, fingering the hard man meat.
He pulled off her blouse and bent to suck at the turgid nipples, biting and sucking so that she moaned in delight.
"Yes," she cried, "suck my breasts, Jim. Lick my tits, bite my nipples. Fuck me."
His hands slid to her ass and pulled her upwards, the hairs on his leg pulling across her distended clit, her wetness leaving a shiny trail. She opened her legs wide and lifted her feet from the floor, suspended by her crotch. Her belly heaved as she humped at his leg, her body arching back as he feasted on her breasts.
He looked around and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and flinging her onto the bed. He looked down at her as she ran her hands over her body, pushing her breasts up and pinching at the nipples. Her legs fell open, the blond hairs wet and shiny with cunt juice, the lips of her pussy swollen and red, her clit standing out, wanting pressure, friction, sucking, mouth, tongue, cock or finger; anything to assuage the passion boiling inside her. She looked up at him, his cock standing straight out from his body, pearly dribbles of pre-cum stringing down from the piss hole.
She reached up and pulled him onto her, her legs circling his body as his cock fought its way into her cunt. She arched and pushed down as he made contact, the whole length of him sliding up inside her body.
"Yes Jim," she screamed, "fuck me. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Fuck my cunt, baby. I want your cum inside me."
Jim pushed at her, starting a rhythm that swept them both away. The sweat poured out of them both, her breasts and neck shiny and wet with the drops that fell from Jim's body as his hips pumped his huge prick in and out of her receptive cunt. She moved beneath him, her belly sucked in as she moved her hips, contracting the muscles in her cunt to grab at the delicious prick that pounded at her pussy. Her legs went up in the air and she crossed her ankles behind his back, trapping him inside her, her hands moving down to his ass, holding his buttocks and pulling him deeper inside her. Her fingers explored the crack of his ass, hairy and wet with sweat. Her nails scraped across his asshole and he went wild, moaning as he pushed himself up on his arms to look down at his prick pistoning in and out of her blond bush, clenching his ass to trap the delightful fingers between the cheeks. She looked up at him and raised her head so she could bite at his neck and lick at the beads of sweat that ran down his body. "Oh God, I'm coming. God am I coming," she cried as she felt the wave of pleasure spread out from her cunt.
Jim increased his already fast pumping as she came, feeding her orgasm. The pleasure went on and on, feeling as though it would last forever, as if it would never stop. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of Jim's ass and her legs closed like a vise around him. He looked at her face, wracked with the orgasm that rippled through her and felt his own coming on.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried, "I'm coming too."
She felt his cock swell inside her as spurt upon spurt of cum shot into her. His pumping hips slowed to more powerful, deeper thrusts as he pushed his cock inside her, each thrust bathing her cunt in another shower of creamy cum. She reached down between them and grasped his cock, savoring the hard feel of his maleness. He was still coming as she pulled his cock out, spurts of juice and cum squirting up across her body. She jacked at his cock with her fist as she squirmed around on the bed until her face was next to his cock, her cheek resting on his hairy stomach, the smell of cum and cunt juice making her nostrils flare.
She was floating in a post-orgasmic funk, a sexual reverie that drove her to satisfy her need for this cock. She lowered her mouth to the still jerking prick, tasting him and herself as she licked and slaved at the pulsating mass of maleness. She sucked at him as he collapsed on the bed, and she straddled his body, her ass pointing to his head. She sucked and stroked the jerking cock as she fingered his balls, her hand running beneath his body to find his ass. She pushed, and her finger slid up inside him. He arched, his body held between head and feet as, incredibly, he felt himself close to another orgasm.
His hands caressed her body, holding her breast and stroking her ass. He could see her cunt, wet and shiny, his cum dripping from it to run down her thighs in white streaks. She pumped at him while her finger reamed his ass, her mouth sucking at the head of his cock. She savored the taste of them both, and the power she felt as this man succumbed to her, wanted her. Completely dominating him as she brought him to the brink of orgasm.
He felt himself coming and moaned, raising his head to look at the lovely face of the girl who so avidly sucked at his cock. She pulled away slightly as she felt him come, knowing that the sight of the spurts of semen onto her face would only increase his pleasure. She pushed out her tongue as the cum shot from his penis, catching the liquid and savoring it. It wet her face, and she moaned as another orgasm swept through her, the taste and wetness fulfilling some deep-down fantasy she'd harbored for years.
She fell back, exhausted. Her body was wet all over with sweat and cum juice. She licked her lips and moved close to Jim, who put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close against him. They looked at each other and smiled, a secret communication of nearness and warmth. They kissed now, not passionately, but as allies in this sexual quest that had swept them off their feet. They tasted each other, the taste of their own bodies, the taste of the sex they'd had, and knew they would have more of.
Jim looked at her and smiled again.
"What ever happened to that drink you promised me?" he asked.
"What about a shower first?" she replied.
He laughed as she got off the bed and pulled him to his feet. They came together again and kissed, as she felt his cock stir against her stomach. She led him to the bathroom and ran the shower, Jim playing with her ass as she bent to open the faucet. They stepped under the warm spray that swept their bodies clean. They soaped each other and played with each other's body, slippery and wet. They savored the smooth friction of their bodies, Sue's breasts rubbing on Jim's ass or Jim's cock sliding up and down between them. They played with each other, enjoying their bodies, sexual but relaxed. Knowing they would fuck again soon, but that now was a time for fun.Jim suddenly turned and started to leave the stall.
"Where are you going?" asked Sue.
"Sorry, honey, I've got to take a leak," said Jim.
She grabbed him and pulled him back.
"Do it here," she said, "I always piss in the shower."
The idea of Sue pissing in the shower caused Jim's prick to surge into erection. "Aw," he said, "look what you've done now. I can't take a leak until this goes down, and I'm bursting."
Sue looked at Jim's sudden erection. Things she had thought about, things that she had only ever done alone in moments of crazy sexual fantasy, suddenly became nearer, almost a reality. She spread her legs as wide as the confines of the shower stall would allow.
"Would you like to see me piss in the shower, Jim?" she asked coyly, looking at him with an expression of innocence she did not feel, and he knew she did not possess.
He didn't know how to reply. Part of him said "Yes!", wild fantasies he'd had when masturbating wanted it, but he wasn't sure of himself. They hardly knew each other and this was really going out on a limb.
"I don't know," he muttered, suddenly feeling strangely vulnerable with this crazy girl he's somehow gotten mixed up with.
"What do you mean, 'I don't know'?" asked Sue. "Haven't you ever wanted to, Jim. Haven't you ever wanted to watch a girl piss in the shower? I bet you do it in the mornings, Jim. Don't you?"
She moved closer to him, pressing her breasts against his side. She took hold of his erection and gently stroked it while the other hand caressed his ass.
"I bet you want to, don't you Jim?" she whispered, "I do. I want to see you pee, Jim. I want to see the piss come out of your lovely cock. I want to hold it when you do it, Jim, I want to play with your cock as you piss."
She rubbed herself against him, her blond mound pressing hard against his thigh. She squeezed his rigid prick and he cried out in pain.
"Don't shout," she whispered, "it's only to make it go down a bit."
Her fingers went into his ass crack, gently scraping at the tight sphincter. "Come on Jim, do it for me," she continued quietly whispering to him, "I know you do it when you're alone, every one does. Do you get off in the mornings as well? Eh Jim, do you jack yourself off? I do. I'm a masturbator Jim, I love to jack off. I frig myself, even before I've gotten out of bed. Then I do it again, here, in the shower. Sometimes I piss and frig at the same time. Do you do that Jim? Are you a masturbator like me, Jim?"
Jim was panting with emotion. He felt hot and flushed, short of breath as he realized that all his fantasies, all those things he'd dared to dream about were being laid out before him by this gorgeous nymph who was blatantly frigging herself on his leg as she squeezed his cock and caressed his asshole. He could either jump in or walk away, there was no halfway point.
"Y.. yes," he said hoarsely.
"Yes what, Jim?"
"Yes, I'm a masturbator," he said, turning to her and pulling her against him. His prick rubbed up against her stomach as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close.
"Yes," he repeated, "I'm a dirty masturbator like you, you gorgeous bitch. I jack off all the time. I was playing with myself when we came over. I got a shot of your cunt as you got in car, and I came thinking about it. When I saw you buy that porno movie, I knew I had to have you. I do all the things you talked about, and more. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've done."
Sue was wild with emotion. Against everything she'd ever hoped, she felt she'd finally found someone like her, a kindred spirit to accompany her in the wildness that took her to the limit of sexual experience.
"Oh, God! I can't stand it," she cried out as she pushed her pussy harder against his thigh, humping her hips like a mad thing and shaking her head from side to side.
"I'm coming again," she shrieked as the orgasm swept over her. She slumped in his arms and he had to hold her up. She reached down with both hands and rubbed at her cunt, frigging herself unselfconsciously. She leant back against the wall so he could see her clearly.
"Look Jim," she said, pulling apart the lips of her cunt, "have you ever seen a pussy as nice as this?"
Jim stood in front of her, bewitched by the vision of her juicy cunt, the coral red lips parted, allowing him to see her fuck hole and the pink clitoris poking out above. His hand went unconsciously to his prick and he started to jack off. Suddenly a stream of yellow piss shot from her cunt. It arced through the air and splashed on his feet.
"Oh Yeah, Sue," he gasped, his hand tightening on his prick as he pumped harder, "Yeah, baby. let me see it."
Sue laughed and arched her body, the stream of piss rising up his leg. "Come on big boy, jack it off for me. Yeah, that's it, pump it up. Fuck your fist, masturbator. Let's see you shoot your wad, baby."
Jim's body was taut with tension as he pumped furiously at his prick. His stomach pulled in and his body arched over as his hand became a blur on his rigid pole. He shot his load, a great spurt of come shooting out onto Sue's belly, sliding down to tangle in her pubic hairs.
She rubbed her hand in it, smearing it over her belly and down onto her cunt, the piss squirting between her fingers. She moved forward, frigging herself furiously, and pushed her still streaming cunt up against Jim's pumping hand and cock. They stood there, joined at the hips, rubbing shooting cock and pissing cunt together as they masturbated. Their mouths came together and they licked at each other, sucking each other's tongue.
Jim's orgasm abated and his sore prick subsided, even though he kept up a half-hearted jacking motion. Sue fell to her knees, her hand frigging at her cunt while the other squeezed her tits, pinching at the nipples.
"Do it," she gasped, "come on, do it. Piss on me. Cover me. Piss all over me." She pushed her face into his crotch, licking at the sperm and urine-covered hairs. She pushed between his legs, sucking at his balls and the space between his legs.
"Come on, baby," she wailed, her hand moving lower between her legs as she pushed two fingers up into her cunt, flicking at her clit with her thumb. Jim held his prick between two fingers and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sound of the water that still poured down onto the tiles of the shower. A dribble came, and then a torrent as his overstretched bladder released a jet of warm urine from the red tip of his prick. It splashed on her stomach and she screamed in delight.
"Oh Yeah, Jim baby. Piss. Oh God, shit, yeah I'm coming again. Oh fuck, yeah, oh piss. Shit, yeah, cunt, Oh, yeah, masturbate, frig, cunt."
She lay back so the jet splashed on her breasts, running down her body to drip from the damp blond hairs that surrounded her pumping hand. She reached up and took his prick from his hand. She waved it around, sending the stream all over her. She rubbed the piss hole with her thumb, savoring the feel of the jet as it leapt from the solid flesh of his prick. Finally, in the throes of the orgasm that swept her body, she closed her eyes and directed it to her face, licking wildly in the air at the stream of hot piss that covered all her body.
They both collapsed in the shower, sat together under the water that washed their bodies clean of the fluids they'd shed.
Finally, wordless, they stood and got out of the shower. They wrapped each other in large fluffy towels. Warm and damp they crawled into bed where they huddled together, their bodies intertwined under the soft blankets, and cast themselves adrift in a dreamless sleep.
Jim awoke slowly, rolling over in the bed, feeling around for the warm body that had entwined with his own as they slept. He sat up and looked around. Sue was stood at the window, leaning forward on outspread arms, looking out at the darkened city. Her legs were spread and her rump pushed up as she leant forward, the dim lighting casting soft shadows across her graceful curves. Jim studied her, the round high ass separated to show her cunt, clearly visible between her slim thighs. Her breasts hung forward, the pink nipples pointing slightly forwards. He watched her, feeling a rush at the sight of that lovely cunt, remembering the things they'd done, the abandon that had possessed them and the ecstasy that the repeated orgasms had brought.
He got out of bed and padded naked to the kitchen. He got a can of beer and popped it, the cold spray causing him to jump as it splashed across his stomach and crotch. He went back to the bedroom, taking a long slug as he walked. She was still there, the wide-spread legs offering her cunt to him, the rounded globes of her ass framing the hairy mouth of her pussy. He stood behind her, close, his crotch to her ass, his prick slowly erecting to rub on her warm pussy. He felt the heat of her ass on his lower belly, the soft warmth of her ass as she pushed back against him, a sigh escaping from her lips.
"What are you watching?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss her back, getting another rush as she slid her hand between her legs to cup his prick and hold it close against her cunt.
"Nothing," she replied, "just thinking."
She stood and turned, leant against him, her breasts crushed against his chest. She reached down between them to take his prick and gently rubbed the semi-hard erection. She brought his hand to her cunt, pressing it against the soft hairy mound. He cupped her cunt completely, savoring the firmness and shape of her Venus, feeling the softness and damp of her lips. She smiled up at him, and he grinned as he lowered his face to kiss her soft lips.
"I'm happy, Jim. Happy I've found you. Excited about what we're going to get up to."
She giggled as she gave his prick a squeeze and danced away across the room.He chased her and grabbed her body, picking her up and tickling her, until they both fell to the floor, wrestling about, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. "Hey," he said finally, "I'm famished. Want to go and get something to eat?" She sat up and looked at him.
"Posh to celebrate or a quickie and carry on fucking?" she asked. "I need a rest," he replied, "let's go posh. We'll carry on fucking after." She stood and walked sexily to the closet, swaying her hips from side to side and then standing with her cunt pushed forward and her legs spread wide as she held open the door.
"Want to come and help me dress?" she asked in a husky voice. He came over to her and looked in the closet, at the rows of skirts and dresses and drawers full of underwear.
"Go on," she urged.
He picked through the underwear and looked at her.
"Panties or no panties?"
"Oh," she said. "Panties I think. After all, it is posh."
He found a pair of very small beige panties made of transparent silk. They weighed about as much as a cigarette paper.
He knelt on the floor and held them for her to step into, and then slowly pulled them up her legs. He stopped just short of her crotch and leant forward to kiss her cunt, his tongue pushing between her lips to invade the humid pussy hole. She spread her legs as far as the panties would allow and pulled his head against her, rotating her hips as she did so. She finally pushed him away and looked down at him.
"Come on, honey," she said. "We'll never go anywhere if we carry on too much." He pulled the panties up and stroked her cunt through the thin material. He pinched the lips between his fingers, watching how they filled the small briefs. He took her hips and turned her around, kissing her ass as he did so. The rear of the panties was a thin strip that ran up the crack of her ass. He separated the cheeks and looked at her asshole, brownish-pink, some soft blond hairs, the strip of the panties just covering the center of her hole. He leaned forward and kissed her, licking at the wrinkled flesh, savoring the tang of her.
He turned her back and stood, his erection full-blown, his prick standing out so the tip rubbed on the soft silk of her panties.
He bent and kissed her nipples, sucking on them and playing at them with his tongue.
"Bra or no bra?", he asked.
"Well," she answered. "As it's posh, no bra. If it was a quickie, we'd have to use a bra, but posh, no bra."
He grabbed a nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Leaning back, he could see the pink nipples distended, standing out against the smooth curve of her tits. "OK," he said, "no bra."
He took a thin white silk blouse and helped her into it, slowly doing up the buttons from the bottom up. The final button was level with her nipples, leaving her cleavage clearly visible. The nipples stood out under the thin material, barely hidden and inviting. He kissed between her breasts, the warmth on his cheeks comforting and feminine.
"Skirt or pants?" he asked.
"You know," she said.
"Yeah, as it's posh, a skirt, etc. etc.".
She passed him a mini, tight and black with a slit up the back. He put it over her head and pulled it down, then turned her around to fasten it at the back. He grasped the hem and straightened it, savoring the sensation of forbidden space from the interior of the skirt.
"Stockings," he said, "Black, self-supporting."
"In the second drawer down."
He rummaged around till he found a pair. He rolled them up and knelt in front of her so she could step in. She supported herself on his shoulder and extended her foot as he passed the stocking up her long leg, pulling it taut till he got to the top of her thigh, a couple of inches below her cunt. She pulled up the mini a bit as he adjusted the top, leaning close to smell the odor of her warm cunt. A small damp spot showed in the panty crotch. He repeated the process with the second stocking, finally leaning back on his heels to enjoy the view, her lightly covered cunt framed by the black stockinged legs, the black mini stretched between her thighs. She let the mini down, the hem only two inches below the stocking tops.
He stood, his erection catching on the hem of her skirt. He felt excited and erotic, standing naked in front of the woman he had dressed. The scrape of the mini along the top of his prick drove him wild.
She took a step back and looked at him, gently rubbing the palms of her hands across the sharp points of her nipples.
"I don't think you'll be going anywhere like that," she said, eyeing the big erection. A drop of clear cum had formed at the pisshole, and she leant forward to lick it away with the tip of her tongue. She reached around till she found his jockey shorts, and knelt before him to help him on with them.
She pulled them up and pushed his erection inside, forming a large tent in front.
"This isn't going to work," she mused. "We'll have to do something about it." She reached down and pulled her mini up, sliding her hand inside her panties. He could see her fingers working beneath the thin material.
"Come on, big boy," she whispered, "let's do a jack off together. Show me how you do it, Jim. Let me see you masturbate that big prick of yours."
Jim pushed his hand down inside his shorts and pulled his big erection over the top, pumping at it with his fist. Sue's hand was now moving furiously beneath the thin bikini pants, her legs spread wide, the mini and the stockings making the sight all the more obscene.
"Yes, that's it, honey," she panted. "Jack off for me while I frig my cunt." "Oh Christ," yelled Jim, his hand a blur as he pumped at his cock, watching the beautiful blonde as she rubbed furiously at her cunt.
"You gorgeous bitch," he cried, "frig your cunt. Masturbate for me, you finger fucker. Let me see you jacking off."
Sue moved closer to him, their crotches almost touching as they furiously worked at themselves, fascinated by the sight of each other in the throes of self-induced passion.
"I'm going to come," yelled Jim.
"Quick," cried Sue, pulling her panties away from her frigging hand and wet, blond cunt.
"Do it in here. Stick your cock under my panties and come on my cunt while I masturbate."
Jim pushed the end of his prick down into the tight bikini pants and the wet fury of Sue's crotch just as he shot his first spurt of creamy come. It covered the backs of her fingers that rubbed crazily at her distended clit. The second spurt covered her cunt lips and soaked the thin panties. Jim jerked and jerked at his prick, the spurts of hot, sticky cum lubricating the masturbating fingers and soaking the thin material.
"Oh," she cried, "I'm coming too. Oh God, it's great. I love it, Oh yes, baby, cover my little cunt with your cum."
Jim fell back on the bed, his cock still twitching, hanging out over the top of his underpants. Sue swayed, her legs apart, the stockinged legs a black contrast to the white of her thighs, where streaks of come dripped from the soaked panties. She pulled her hand out, the silk sticking to the outline of her cunt, the crotch pulled tight up into the cleft of her cunt. She knelt on the bed beside him and licked at the juice that dripped from her fingers, savoring the combined taste of male and female cum.
"Wanna try it?" she asked, touching his lips with her forefinger. He opened his mouth and sucked at the wet digit hungrily. She joined him, and together they sucked and licked at the juice-covered hand, licking and kissing at each other. Finally, she stood, and pulled the panties tight against her cunt, wiping at the streaks on her thighs. She straightened her mini and threw Jim's trousers at him.
"It may be posh," she said, "but I'm going to be there with your cum all over my pussy. You can think about that as you eat."
She turned and walked towards the door, her ass outlined under the tight skirt, her long legs made more exciting by the black stockings she wore. "Come on, honey," she called over her shoulder, "I'm starved."She remembered pissing on his cock as he came, the spurts of come mingling with the piss in her pubic hair, of rolling on the floor between his legs, masturbating crazily as he pissed all over her. While she remembered this, she imagined wild things. Doing the same with Jim and three other guys, a sea of hard pricks to suck on, heavy balls to lick while hard masculine hands ran all over her body as she masturbated. She imagined being impaled from both front and back as she sucked on the other two pricks which she rubbed together in her mouth as she jacked them off until they came, the torrents of come flooding her mouth and running out to drip in streams across her breasts as the other two pulled their spurting cocks from her ass and cunt to spray the rest of her body with oceans of creamy, tangy come.
She came, her body arching as she violently plunged the huge vibrator in and out of her cunt, pulling at her breast to increase the sensations that ran through her body, her head flung back as she screamed at the pleasure of it.
She fell back to relax a moment, and then stood and walked uncertainly across to the bathroom, the vibrator still lodged between her legs. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning sideways to see the vibrator hanging there like a huge prick, stuck on her otherwise feminine body.
She ran the shower and got under it, letting the water cover her body. She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, the jet splashing on her cunt. She cupped it in her hand, the fingers curling over the vibrator. She relaxed and peed, feeling the jet that sprang from her with her fingers, and only when it had finished did she finally pull the black artificial penis from her sore and aching cunt.
She washed and dressed, choosing clothes that were sexy but subdued, not so anxious to call attention to herself, now that she'd found someone she hoped she'd be able to share her life with.
The trip to work was uneventful, and the routine in the office dull. She found herself slipping away, drifting in a fantasy world. She jumped at the sound of Sandy's voice.
"Ah, what?" she said.
"I said you must have had a good time last night. You've got a hint of bags under the eyes and you're obviously not here, so I guess you're back with whoever it was made you happy last night," said Sandy, leaning closer to Sue. "Tell me about him," she said, her lips near Sue's ear.
"Well," said Sue, looking around to check there was no one near, "there's not really that much to tell. Only that he's great, six two, thin, good looking, drives a new Corvette and fucks like a bunny."
"Wow," laughed Sandy, "I wish I could get someone like that. I wouldn't talk about him either."
They both laughed, feeling close and conspiratorial. Sandy had been a good friend to Sue in the past, although they hadn't seen much of each other lately. Sandy was slightly shorter than Sue, dark-haired and petite. She was dressed in her usual mini and a crisp cotton shirt that allowed the tips of her hard round breasts to form two little bumps in the otherwise smooth front.
"How about a drink and a little shopping after work?" she asked Sue, "It's been ages since we've been out together."
"Great!" said Sue, thinking that Jim wouldn't get back till the next day. She could hardly wait, and a couple of hours with Sandy would be a great help in staving off the yearning she felt.
Sandy went back to her desk. As usual, her feet didn't quite reach the floor with the stool she used to operate the computer, so her legs were spread slightly for balance, giving Sue occasional crotch shots of her tanned thighs and the small white panties that covered her bulging cunt. This didn't help Sue's mood much and finally she went to the bathroom and frigged herself off, her mind switching from the sight of Sandy's cunt to the taste of Jim's penis. After work, the two met up and spent an hour wandering around a nearby mall. There was a lingerie shop, and the two stood looking in the window at the frilly garments. Sue liked a very small pair of white lace panties, which she bought. While they were having a drink, Sandy suggested they stop by her apartment, and Sue, not having anything else to do, agreed.
When they got to the apartment, Sandy opened the door and they both went in. The air conditioning was off and the place was hot and close. Sandy undid her blouse and threw it on the floor, together with her short skirt, and walked in her brief panties to the window which she flung open. Sandy was a bit taken by surprise, but enjoyed the view of Sandy's ass as she walked to the window, and the shot of her bulging cunt as she bent forward to open the window, the black pubic hairs curling around the edges of the small panties that had worked their way up into her ass crack, outlining the full pussy lips and the cleft between. "Hey," said Sandy, turning to face Sue, "hope you don't mind, honey, but it's so hot here, and I've been dying to feel a bit of air on my body all day."
She turned to a ventilator and switched it on, moving her body around in the stream of cool air. Her nipples popped, standing up like little acorns on her pert round breasts.
"Come on," said Sandy, "cool off. Make yourself comfortable."
Sue was feeling the heat as well, so she shed her clothes like Sandy and joined her in the current of cool air. They stood together, their bodies occasionally touching at hip and elbow as they moved. Sue's nipples stood up as well, pinker and shorter than Sandy's long, dark ones.
"Say, want a Coke?" asked Sandy, walking to the small kitchen. She returned with two cans, the condensation forming beads of moisture on the surface. She took a slug, and then rubbed the can between her breasts and across her nipples, leaving a wet shiny trail on the goose-bumped flesh.
"Ahhh," she moaned, "that's better, though you know as well as I do where I've really got to cool down."
She stood near Sue, their bodies nearly touching, and rubbed the cold can on Sue's tit. Sue watched as she did it, enjoying the cool on her flesh. She felt hot, sexy. She wanted to get off and didn't mind if it was with Sandy, but she wasn't sure how to continue this evident foreplay between the two.
"Hey," said Sandy, "what about those panties you bought, baby? Let's have a look at them."
Sue turned and bent to pick up the small package which had fallen to the floor, Sandy admiring her ass as the cheeks spread wide, her cunt pushed back between her legs as she bent from the waist to pick it up. Sandy didn't know if the move was intentional or not. It was certainly provocative, and she felt a rush of wet to her hot cunt. She wanted Sue badly, but didn't want to risk losing her friendship by being too overt. She frigged herself rapidly while Sue was looking the other way, rubbing the flat of her hand hard across the bulging lips of her large cunt that nestled between surprisingly thin, widely separated thighs.
Sue turned with the package in her hand and removed the small panties, holding the slip of material up for them both to examine.
"Why don't you try them on?" said Sandy, her voice almost catching in her throat as she spoke. She felt sure she was blushing.
Sue looked at her quizzically for a moment, though it seemed an eternity for Sandy. Then she smiled, and pushed her panties to the floor, the damp material forming a small pool at her feet. Her naked body glistened, the blond fur on her mound shining in the sunlight from the window, small beads of sweat or cunt juice glistening on the hairs. Sandy was entranced and just looked at her. Sue held the pose for a minute, gloating at Sandy's evident desire, and then bent to put the small white lace panties on. Whether by accident or design, she stumbled slightly, and stood up again.
"Give me a hand, would you, Sandy baby?" she said in a hushed voice. Sandy took the panties from her hand. As if in a trance, she knelt on the carpet in front of Sue. The blond cunt was inches from her face. She felt the heat radiating from it, the pungent smell of wet pussy invading her nostrils. She quivered with desire, her own cunt a running mass of juice, spasmodic contractions surging through her and she made involuntary humping movements with her hips. If she'd not been holding the panties in both hands, she would have rolled on her back and masturbated herself on the floor at Sue's feet.
Sue stepped into the panties and slightly spread her legs, intentionally pushing her cunt forward to almost touch Sandy's face. Sandy slowly pulled the panties up the long blonde legs, her fingers brushing the smooth flesh of Sue's thighs as she did so. She got to the hips, and pulled the panties up the rest of the way, the blond thatch disappearing into the thin white silk. She sat there looking at the cunt, hidden under the lacy panties, the cleft clearly visible. Her hands thrust into her crotch, pushing down on the top of her cunt.
Sue bent and lifted up by her arms, pulling her close to her as she stood, so their bodies rubbed together, Sue's tits brushing Sandy's hair and face until at last they looked at each other.
"I know what you want, baby," she said, pulling Sandy closer, "Don't worry, I want it as well," she whispered, their lips almost touching and their nipples rubbing on soft breast flesh. "Kiss me Sandy, say you want me too."
"Oh yes," cried Sandy, and they came together, their mouths opening to receive the probing tongue of their friend. They held each other close, their hands roaming over the smooth female flesh, savoring the feel of the firm warm skin, the fullness of the tight hard asses and the softness of the proud and hot breasts.Sue pushed her hips forward, her cunt bulging under the tight white panties, and Sandy rubbed her mound against her, the two silk-covered cunts sliding over each other. They kissed again, their tongues playing as they lapped at each other. Their tits touched, nipple to nipple, and they both looked down as they swayed from side to side, rubbing the pointed nubs of flesh together.
Sandy bent and licked at Sue's nipple, flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth across the pink flesh until Sue moaned with pleasure.
"Oh Sandy baby, that's great honey. Yeah, suck my tit baby, I love to see you do that," she cried as she cradled her friend's head in her arms, pushing the dark tresses aside so she could watch the red lips feast on her breasts, the pink-tipped tongue pushing the ever-harder nipple from side to side.
She reached down between them and cupped Sandy's cunt in her hand. She felt the fullness of Sandy's remarkable cunt, the large lips heavy and a hot cleft so wet it made the panties stick to her fingers. She explored the wetness through the thin material, moving her finger up the gap until she reached the clitoris. It was large, thick and long. She could feel its hardness in the midst of the soft wetness. She flicked at it and then rubbed it hard. Sandy moaned in her arms, her teeth nipping at Sue's distended nipple.
"Oh God, Sue, I'm coming," she cried, "Do it again."
"Arg, yessss, here it comes. Oh God, I'm coming. Oh Yessss, big come. Oh fuck, lovely come," she moaned as she dug her fingers into Sue's breast and waist.
She collapsed against Sue and put her arms around her neck, pulling the blonde's head down to her, kissing her feverishly on the mouth as she rolled her still-quivering cunt against the feverish heat of the blonde's pussy.
"Quick, in here," said Sandy, pulling Sue into the bedroom and pushing her onto the large bed.
"Now I'm going to make you come like you've never come before," said Sandy, kneeling over her and pulling the sopping panties down Sue's long legs. Sue grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them, pulling on the nipples and pushing her breasts up so her pink tongue could flick across the turgid pink points.
"Oh, that's a gorgeous pussy," said Sandy, bending to it and engulfing it with her mouth. Her tongue split the cunt lips and explored the hot wet tunnel of Sue's fuck hole, swallowing the flood of juice that dripped from the overheated cunt.
"Oh yeah, Sandy baby. Suck on my cunt, honey. Lick my clit for me baby," moaned Sue as she spread her legs wide apart and pushed her hips up to the beautiful brunette's avid mouth.
Sandy suddenly stood up and got off the bed.
"Oh no, Sandy don't leave me like this," wailed Sue, reaching down between her wide-spread thighs and frigging at her cunt, rubbing at the prominent clitoris with the long delicate fingers of one hand, while she squeezed and pulled at her breasts with the other.
"Come on Sandy, baby, come and suck my cunt," she cried. Sandy looked at her, reaching down to rub at her own cunt as she bent over the bedside table and pulled out a pile of vibrators.
"You frig yourself for a minute, baby," said Sue, "Look what I've got for you, honey. Wait 'till I get you going with this lot."
Sue shuddered with pleasure at the sight of the vibrators that ranged from a fat, black monster to a long thin flexible one.
"Hurry," she moaned, rolling from side to side as her fingers plunged in the depths of her pussy.
Sandy rejoined her on the bed and knelt across her body, her ass to Sue's head. Sue looked at Sandy's cunt, the large lips spread wide by Sandy's fingers as she flicked at the inch-long clit. She clasped Sandy by the waist and pulled her closer, her tongue lapping at the moving fingers, savoring the musky smell and tangy taste of wet pussy. She licked and sucked at the sopping cunt, and ran her tongue up the crack until she reached the tight brown asshole. She poked at it with her tongue, licked and sucked at it, pushing to invade the brunette's dark shit hole with her pink tongue.
Sandy moaned and pushed back, separating the cheeks of her ass as wide as she could, as she spread Sue's legs, pushing them back to raise her ass from the bed. She bent and sucked at the blonde's pussy while she brought a vibrator to Sue's asshole and slowly but surely pushed it up inside her. Sue's body writhed and moved beneath her as the blond responded to the invasion. Hanging on, Sandy pushed a second, larger vibrator up Sue's cunt, completely filling her fuck hole with a pulsating black prick. She took a third one and agitated Sue's clit with it, as she pushed back, rubbing her cunt all over Sue's face.
They rode like that, a mass of movement, the bodies rubbing and sliding as the sweat broke out. Sue's body invaded by the vibrating pricks, while her clit suffered from Sandy's alternate onslaughts with vibrators and lips. She dug her fingers into Sandy's back, sucking wildly at the hot cunt that rubbed juice all over her face and mouth.
"Oh God," she cried, her body bucking and heaving under the onslaught, "Fuck, I'm coming, honey. Oh Christ, yeah, big cum. Oh, fuck, yeah, frig me baby." Sue's body arched upwards as the spasm hit her, and Sandy slid one hand between them to rub at her distended clit, joining Sue in the throes of the orgasm that ripped through their lovely bodies.
They fell back on the bed, their sweat and juice-covered bodies exhausted by the effort. Sue's legs laid spread, the vibrators hanging obscenely from her cunt and ass. Sandy lay beside her, head to toe, her right leg in the air, her cunt wide open before Sue's gaze. She lent over and pulled the black monster from Sue's cunt, then brought it to her mouth and sucked it. She handed it to Sue who also smelt and licked at it. Sue moaned as Sandy wordlessly pulled the long thin dildo from her ass. Coyly she brought it to her face and smelt it, and then squirmed around to lie alongside Sue.
"You ever smell yourself, honey?" she asked as she pushed the stained white dildo towards Sue's face.
The pungent smell of sweaty shit filled Sue's nostrils as Sandy bent close to her and inhaled deeply. Sue felt herself going, rising onto that plane of sexuality where nothing was forbidden, the body and the pleasure were all. She inhaled, the musky smell forbidden and attractive. Sandy looked at her closely and then extended her tongue, the tip brushing at the shiny, brown-streaked surface. Sue did the same, the bitter taste of her own shit stinging the point of her tongue. Sandy bent closer until the dildo was trapped between their mouths. The passion took them again, wilder and uninhibited. They masturbated wildly, their hands moving together as they rubbed at their already sore cunts. They kissed and licked at each other, the smell and taste of Sue's shit driving them on until once more they succumbed to the throes of ecstasy.
They fell silent for a while, and then cuddled close, kissing and stroking each other.
"Hey, honey, that was really wild. I've never done that, though I guess I've been close a few times," said Sue, thinking of the previous night's session with Jim.
"Listen," said Sandy, "If you promise you won't get turned off, I'll let you into some of my secrets".
'Oh wow,' thought Sue, 'last night I found a guy that looks as if he can fill my fantasies, and now Sandy of all people is afraid I'll get turned off. This is great.'
"Sandy baby," she said, turning to face her, "If there's anything I want to do, it's to do everything you ever thought of and more. I can't tell you how happy you're making me, honey. Tell me your secrets and we'll do them together, and then I'll tell you mine."
"Gees," said Sandy, "you really want to, Sue? I mean I've done some pretty wild things, and I don't want to destroy what we've already got."
"Don't worry baby. Look, to give you an idea where I'm coming from, last night I got Jim to piss all over me as I fingered myself off. How's that."
"Oh Sue," cried Sandy, as she bent forward to kiss her friend and fondle her tits, "that's just the kind of thing I've been getting into. Listen. A few months ago I was taking a bath, and I started feeling horny. So I started frigging at my cunt, pushing the fingers in and out, tasting my pussy juices and all that. I didn't have one of my vibes with me, so I got hold of the shower head, took the nozzle off, and used it to direct a stream of water over my cunt."
"God, it was great. I really started getting off, and thinking dirty thoughts, like if it was a girl pissing on my cunt. You know, those really wild things that go through your head when you're masturbating. Anyway, I pushed my hips up so I could get the jet on my asshole while I rubbed at my clit. I was really hot, and the water on my ass felt great. Finally I had the hose pressed right up against my asshole as I pushed three fingers in and out of my cunt. Guess what happened next?"
"Shit, I don't know," said Sue, gently rubbing a finger in and out of Sandy's pussy, and flicking her tongue at one of her nipples.
"Exactly," said Sandy, "Shit. I don't know why, but I pushed the shower hose up my ass, and I started to fill up with water. God, it felt weird, but I was hot and wanted to come, and the sensation of my ass filling up was great, so I eased off and lay back, taking as much as I could. Finally I stood up. I felt I couldn't hold on much more, so I spread my legs and started to masturbate like crazy. Then I shit. A stream of brown water covered my hands and then liquid shit ran down my legs. God, Sue, I don't know. I guess I went crazy. The smell of the shit was great, so I rubbed it all over myself as I masturbated, squeezing gobs of shit on my tits. When I came I almost fainted, it was so good. Since then I've done it lots of times, but I never thought I'd be able to tell this to anyone."Sandy, my shitty friend, come with me," said Sue, getting off the bed and pulling her friend in the direction of the bathroom. "Let's make a deal. I'll shit for you if you'll let me watch you piss."
They went into the bathroom, arms around each other, still feeling a little unsure of each other. They stood face to face and started kissing, deep, loving kisses as they caressed each other, getting hotter and hornier as they rubbed their beautiful bodies together. Finally, Sue could wait no more, after her show the night before with Jim, she was avid for more.
"Come on, Sandy, let's see you pee."
Sandy moved to the stool, but Sue pulled her back.
"No, let's do it this way," she said, maneuvering Sandy to the bath.
"Get up with a foot up on each side, and crouch down," she directed.
Sandy did as she was told, her legs spread wide by the width of the bath, her cunt and ass fully exposed to Sue who lay down in the bath, her face under Sandy's ass.
"Come on, baby, piss for me," she mumbled as she licked at Sandy's cunt and asshole, pushing her tongue up the tight wet crack. She grasped her cunt with one hand and arched her body upwards, frigging at her clit.
"Oh shit, Sue, you're making me so horny, I don't think I can."
Sue pushed at the taps with one foot until she heard a dribble of water falling in the tub.
"Come on, honey. Try now. Piss for me. Let me see the piss come out of your cunt."
Sandy closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound of the water until at last she gasped.
"Here it comes, Sue. I'm going to piss all over you. Oh, this is wild," she exclaimed as a stream of pale yellowish pee shot from her cunt.
Sue writhed in the tub as the hot liquid covered her face and breasts. She lapped at the cunt, the tang of piss on her tongue driving her wild as she masturbated furiously, frigging hard at her cunt and pulling her legs as far apart as she could.
"Get it on my pussy," she gasped.
"Oh yeah, I'll get it on your cunt, you filthy bitch," said Sandy, getting into the swing, arching and swaying her body to direct the gush of hot piss onto Sue's gleaming body.
"Tell me how much you want it, slut. Tell me you want my piss on your cunt."
"Yeah," gasped Sue, "piss on my cunt, baby. Cover me with your lovely piss." Suddenly she swung around in the bath and hooking her legs on the side she pushed her cunt in the air until it was just an inch from Sandy's. Her hand pumped as the piss shot over her fingers and cunt to drip into her ass crack. Sandy looked down and pulled wide the lips of her cunt so she could see the piss stream coming out. Then she pushed it down hard on the back of Sue's hand, rubbing the last of the piss onto her lover's cunt.
"Come on, bitch, masturbate. Let me see you come with my piss on your cunt." "Oh yeah, I love your piss," cried Sue as the orgasm swept through her, her body straining to maintain position, her breasts heaving and her skin glistening with a sheen of urine.
She fell back in the pool of pee that had accumulated in the tub, and Sandy got down and lay on top of her. They kissed, and licked each other, Sandy tasting herself in her friend's mouth.
"I love being dirty," she whispered to Sue, "I loved doing that. I feel great, sexy and horny. I want you to do me now. I want your cunt and your ass." Sue kissed her hard and reached down to frig at Sandy's cunt.
"We'll be dirty together, sugar. Pull my finger."
Sandy pulled, and Sue let rip a big fart. They both laughed and then kissed passionately, their bodies sliding one on the other, lubricated by the sheen of Sandy's piss that covered them.
Sandy reached down and thrust a finger up Sue's crack, fingering her asshole. She brought it back up and smelt it.
"Hmmmm," she said, "How's that."
Sue smelt at the finger, the pungent smell of her shit invading her nostrils. "Come on," she said, "I want to go."
They stood up, clinging to each other, their breasts and bodies rubbing together. Sue spread her legs and humped her cunt on Sandy's thigh as she frigged at the dark-haired cunt.
"You ready," she said.
"Wait," said Sandy, "I want to feel it first."
She pushed Sue over and knelt behind her. Spreading Sue's ass cheeks, she licked at the brown asshole, reaming it with the tip of her tongue. She licked and sucked at the brown nub of tangy flesh, savoring the taste of the blonde's asshole, soaked as it was with her own piss. Finally, she reached over to the bathroom floor and got two dildos, which she pushed up Sue's and her own cunt. Then she slowly pushed her finger up Sue's ass.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Sue. "That feels great. Do it slow, it feels real great, your finger up my ass."
"Push," commanded Sandy, one finger trapped in the blonde's asshole, while with the other hand she pumped the dildo in and out of her wet and slushy cunt. Sue strained, the sexual tension building and not making it easy. The vibrator in her cunt was getting her going again, and the finger up her asshole felt like heaven. She put her hands on her knees and arched her back, pushing her ass upwards and separating the cheeks. She forced herself to relax and pushed again, feeling some movement in her bowels.
Sandy knelt behind her and leant forward to lick at the bottom of Sue's cunt and asshole.
"Yessss," she moaned, "I can feel it."
"Push harder," she cried as the tip of her finger made contact with a softness within Sue's ass. Sue pushed as hard as she could. A stream of piss escaped from her cunt to splatter on the bathtub floor. She reached between her legs to feel the jet and to frig at her clit. Sandy licked avidly between her legs, catching some of the piss in her mouth. She held it and then squirted it out over the blonde's straining ass. She felt her finger being forced from the tight asshole, the pressure easing as the muscles relaxed and expanded.
"It's coming," she cried as she rubbed harder at her pussy and replaced her hand with one breast, the long, proud nipple squashed into the small opening of Sue's ass. Suddenly the asshole opened completely and a long, soft brown piece of shit was forced out over the creamy white breast.
"Oh yessss," cried Sandy, squirming and writhing as the shit continued to be forced from between Sue's slim buttocks. She frigged like mad at her cunt and jerked up and down on her knees, her tits sliding in the brown shit which now covered most of her breasts and Sue's ass. She reached between Sue's legs to catch the last of her piss, which she used to lubricate the blonde's ass, turning the soft shit more liquid and slipperier so that it ran in thick streaks across her stomach to tangle in her thick black bush.
Sue turned and lifted one leg onto the edge of the bath, pushing Sandy backwards so she lay, her shit-streaked body rolling from side to side as she pistoned the dildo in and out of her cunt. Sue bent her knees, dropping her ass over Sandy's cunt and pushed hard. A second turd fell from her ass to drop onto the body below, while a thin stream of piss dripped from her cunt to run over the obscenely large dildo hanging between its lips. She grasped her breasts and squeezed them, moaning in a sexual frenzy.
"Shit, yeah, shit all over your body. Oh fuck, yeah rub that shit in your tits, slut."
Sandy couldn't stand it any longer and she pushed her body up, furiously rubbing the slippery brown shit all over her tits and stomach as drops of juice, piss and shit splattered from the hand which pumped at her cunt.
"Fuck, I'm coming. Oh I love your shit on me. Nice smelly shit from my lover's ass. Shit. Fuck. Oh yeah, I'm coming."
Sue fell on top of her friend as orgasms swept through them both. Their bodies slid and rubbed against each other as they arched and twisted, their breasts slipping and sliding together, the hard distended nipples drawing white streaks in the urine-lubricated shit that covered their bodies. They continued to masturbate even though the orgasm was on them, intertwining their legs and pushing against each other, until finally the spasms subsided and they could fall together in the bath, the curves of their bodies fitting one to another, as they continued to stroke each other, spreading whorls in the shit that now covered them both.
After a while, they stood uncertainly, holding on to each other for support, and turned on the shower. The hot water splashed over them, exposing white skin as it washed the brown shit from their bodies. They soaped each other, stroking and rubbing, cunt and tit, asshole and thigh. They cleaned each other's asses, bending and separating so the other could clean the shit-streaked crevice with soap and sponge, fingers and finally tongue. They washed each other's cunts, fingering the hot wet flesh, feeling the shape and heat, pushing their fingers up inside the hot wet cunt holes. They shampooed both head and pubic bush, massaging, rinsing and conditioning.
At the end, they knew each other's bodies like they knew their own, or better, for they kissed at assholes and cunt, licked at breasts and between thighs and saw parts of each other they could never see of themselves.
Finally, they dried each other, used talcum and lotions, until they went back, hand in hand, to the bedroom where they curled up together on the bed.
3, Enter Pauline
"Oh, Sue, that was great. That was the best ever. God I love being dirty." "You bet, baby. That was fine, but I'm sure our dirty little minds will come up with something even better. Let's make a pact. Let's be obscene with each other all the time. If we want to masturbate, we will. If I want your cunt, I'll just grab it or suck it or whatever."
"Oh yes, Sue, and we'll do really dirty things together. Masturbating and fucking each other, going to the bathroom together. I want to watch you pissing or shitting all the time."
"You bet. And don't forget it's my turn underneath next time."You saw me, but I haven't seen you yet."
"Oh, yes. Let's do really dirty and obscene things. Like, we'll go out without our panties on and rub our cunts together as we piss standing up in an alley way. Or we could go to a porno movie house together and masturbate while we watch. Oh, there's so much we've got to do."
"Yes, sugar, and there's some even better variations I'm working on," said Sue mysteriously.
The doorbell rang, and they both sat up, guilty expressions fleeting across their faces.
"I wonder who that could be?" said Sandy. "We'd better get something on just in case."
They each pulled on a pair of panties and a sweat shirt. Sandy managed to wriggle into a short skirt as she went to answer the door. Sue sat down on the couch in the living room, her long bare legs pulled up so that her ass was plainly visible, the small panties barely covering the mound of her cunt. Sandy returned accompanied by a young girl.
"This is Pauline, my neighbor's daughter," said Sandy. Pauline was about fifteen, slim and youthful, dressed in a short pleated skirt, a crisp blouse, and knee socks. Sue was delighted by the sight of this young, virginal girl. The fantasies of watching the schoolgirls the day before came into her head.
"I've got to fuck her," she whispered to Sandy.
"You're a fuck-crazy slut," said Sandy.
"Just wait," replied Sue.
"Hi," she said to the girl. "So, you're Sandy's next-door neighbor. What's a lovely girl like you doing in on a summer's evening?"
"Well," said Pauline, blushing slightly at being addressed by this lovely, half-naked woman, "My mom works. She's separated from my dad, and she doesn't like me to go out before she gets in. But she just phoned to say that she's got a date, and won't be back till midnight, and that I'd better come over here till she gets back."
Sue almost jumped with glee at the sight of this young, blushing schoolgirl and winked at Sandy, who was still dubious about Sue's planned seduction of this young creature.
"Well," said Sue, "That's great. We'll have an evening in together. The three of us, all girls together."
She walked over to the TV and bent over to turn it on, her legs spread wide and her ass pushed out so that her cunt was clearly visible to the young visitor, hanging like a ripe fruit between her slim thighs, the cleft deeply marked in the straining material of her thin panties. Her sweat shirt fell from her body, allowing Sandy and the young visitor a clear view of her breasts, the rosy-colored nipples proud and inviting.
Pauline gave a little shiver.
"Sit down, honey," said Sandy. "I'll order us a pizza."
Pauline sat on the couch, her back straight and her knees together. Sue came over and sat beside her, her breast pressed carelessly against the girl's arm. Sandy came in and joined them.
"It'll be over in a few minutes," she said.
They sat watching the TV until the doorbell rang, and Sandy went to answer.
"Let's sit around on the floor to eat it," she suggested.
Sue sat down with her back to the sofa, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Sandy put the pizza down and sat. She winked at Sue as she pulled her knees up and crossed her ankles. The view of her panty-covered cunt was made more obscene by the fact that one was looking up under her skirt. Pauline joined them, the flexibility of youth allowing her to sit cross-legged. She pushed her pleated skirt between her thighs, but not before the two lesbian nymphs had a quick shot of creamy tanned thighs and white panties.
They ate the pizza, leaning forward to grab slices, talking and laughing until they were satisfied. Pauline picked up the last slice, and heaven-sent for the two schemers, dropped a large piece of tomato sauce on the crisp whiteness of her blouse.
"Oh, honey," exclaimed Sue, "Look what you've done. Take it off, and we'll rinse it out right away. You don't want to let it stain."
"No, it's OK," said the girl. "I'll just pop next door and change it."
"Don't be silly," said Sandy. "Come on, let me help you."
She moved to the girl and started undoing the buttons. Pauline gave in, and finally, she took it off. Sandy went to the kitchen to rinse it out, and Sue looked at the girl, who sat there self-consciously. She wore a small white bra with pink lace trimmings over her small but high and firm breasts.
"You've got nice breasts, honey," said Sue. "But I don't know why you wear a bra. You don't need one. I never wear one, and look at mine."
She pulled up her tee shirt to expose her breasts, cupping them in both hands and squeezing slightly, forcing the nipples to stand out more.
"Th-they make us wear them for school," stammered the girl, staring at the two orbs that Sue pushed towards her.
"Take it off," suggested Sue. "You'll feel a lot cooler. Here, I'll help."
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing the girl's cheek. Before she could object, Sue had unfastened the bra and was pulling it down her arms.
"There, doesn't that feel better?" she said.
Pauline tried to cover her small breasts with her arms, but Sue suddenly bent over and grabbed one. She squeezed it slightly and felt its weight, flicking her thumb across the nipple, causing it to swell.
"Yes, they're nice breasts. You've got nothing to worry about. Mine were just like this at your age, and look at them now."
She let go of Pauline's tit and grabbed her hand, pulling it to her own exposed globes.
"Feel that. Still firm and resilient, and I hardly ever use a bra," she said, moving the girl's hand all over both her tits.
"What are you two up to?" inquired Sandy, returning from the kitchen. She stood very close to them, arms akimbo and legs slightly spread, so they could see up her skirt. Her panties were stained with a damp patch in the middle of her cunt, and the warm, musky smell of pussy juice invaded their nostrils.
Pauline guiltily pulled her hand back and looked up at Sandy.
"Aunty Sue was saying I had nice breasts," she replied defensively.
"Sure you do, baby, we've all got nice tits. See," said Sandy, pulling up her tee shirt so that her tits stood out. Pauline and Sue gazed up at them. Sandy squatted in front of Pauline, her knees spread wide and her cunt pushing at the straining material of the panties, which were forced up into the crack of her ass. The damp patch was more evident, and some black hairs curled around the edges of the panties that were pulled away from contact with her skin by the thick tendons which ran from her legs to the top of her cunt, framing the bulging mound between the widely separated thighs.
"You can feel mine too, if you want," she said, taking the girl's hand and bringing it up to her tits, moving it so that her nipples were stimulated. At the same time, she reached over and fondled the young girl's breasts, working at the nipples and squeezing the soft flesh.
"See, it's nice, isn't it?" she said in a low voice.
"Ye-yes. It-it's OK," said Pauline, the sights, the smells, and the fondling turning her on a bit.
"Why don't we watch a movie on the TV," suggested Sue. "I've got just the thing."
She got up and went over to her bag and pulled out the copy of "Island Castaways" that she'd bought the day before. She put it on the VCR and sat on the couch.
"Come here, Pauline," she called. "Come and sit here."
Pauline came over and sat next to Sue, who put her arm around the girl's naked shoulders and pulled her back against her large, naked breasts. Sandy sat down, pulled the girl's legs over her lap, and took her shoes and socks off, pressing the girl's naked feet under her large tits.
"Come on, Sue," she chided. "We're all comfortable. Start the movie."
Sue took the remote and started the movie, fast-forwarding through the FBI warning and the credits. The movie started with a shot of a deserted beach, and then panned round to show a beautiful blonde girl, her skin browned by the Pacific sun. She was kneeling while a man behind her pumped at her cunt with a huge prick. The camera cut to a close-up of the girl's cunt, the lovely skin framed by a sparse bush of blonde hairs. The huge penis pushed in and out, the heavy balls swinging as the man pumped furiously at the girl.
"Oh," exclaimed Pauline, "I don't think I should be watching this."
"Nonsense, honey," said Sue, tightening her arm around the girl and squeezing affectionately at one of her breasts. "Of course you should watch. You've got to learn what people get up to one day, don't you?"
On the screen, the couple fucking had been joined by another girl who stroked and fondled at the fuckers. She kissed the girl, their tongues licking and sucking at each other's mouths, and fondled her breasts. Then she got on her back under the girl to lick at the blonde cunt and the prick that slid constantly in and out. The man removed his prick, and the new girl took it in her mouth, savoring the juices that gleamed in the sunlight. The kneeling girl moaned and pushed her hand down to masturbate her pussy while at the same time she bent to suck at the new girl's cunt.
The man grabbed his prick and masturbated it a bit, until at last he brought it up and pushed it against the blonde's asshole.
"What's he going to do?" asked Pauline nervously.
"He's going to fuck her in the ass, baby. Shit, this is making me horny," said Sandy. She pulled her legs up and stuck her hand up her skirt to rub at her cunt through the thin panties.
On the screen, the man had penetrated the tight sphincter and was pumping at it while the girl underneath feasted on the hanging cunt, lapping at the juices which dripped from it while the blonde continued to rub furiously at her clit. Another couple came over, and the girl knelt in front of the man to suck and lick at his penis. Finally, the man moved over and presented the rampant prick to the blonde. She took it in her mouth and sucked on it.The man knelt and pushed into the second girl's cunt, the blonde now sucking on cunt and prick together. Sue squirmed and spread her legs, her free hand dropping to rub at her cunt. With the other, she reached down and pulled Pauline's skirt up the long, slim thighs until the small but proud cunt was displayed, encased in white cotton. A tell-tale dampness was clearly visible. Sandy now had her hand pushed into her panties and was clearly masturbating in full view of everyone. Sue rubbed at Pauline's cunt through the cotton panties as she worked at her own with the other hand.
"Come on, Pauline. Let's all do it together."
Sandy moaned and pushed her panties off, spreading her legs wide so that the other two could see her finger sliding in and out of the wet cunt nesting under the thick black bush of hair. Pauline looked fascinated at the spectacle, she turned to look at Sue who had also shed her panties and was masturbating with two hands, rolling the fat lips of her cunt together. Pauline gave way and leaned back, spreading her young legs wide, and started to rub at her cunt through the cotton knickers. Finally, she pushed her panties down too, and joined the others in uninhibited abandon.
On the screen, the men were ready to come. The first man pulled his cock from the blonde's ass and pointed it down to the girl between her thighs. He came in long spurts of white cum that shot over the blonde cunt and the waiting mouth of the girl beneath her. She lapped furiously at the sperm, her tongue waving in the air as she fought to get it all. She licked the gobs of sperm from the blonde cunt and finally took the shit-covered prick in her mouth, sucking and jacking at it. The other man also came. As he pulled his prick from the second girl's body, it was grabbed by the third one who masturbated it furiously, pointing it at the blonde's mouth. Finally, they both sucked and licked at the jerking member until they were rewarded with a copious flood of white, sticky cum that covered both their faces. They sucked and licked at each other and at the throbbing prick between their faces, tasting and savoring the flood of cum which continued to spurt from the piss hole.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming," cried Sandy as she rubbed furiously at her cunt. "Oh me too," cried Sue.
They both arched their bodies and then hooked their legs over Pauline's, so that she was held with her legs spread wide.
Sue reached over and rubbed at her cunt, helping the young girl in her task while Sandy bent over and took one of the small breasts in her mouth. The girl writhed and moaned and finally strained her body in an arch as the orgasm swept through her. She cried out and shuddered, the spasms causing her legs to jump up and down and her hips to jerk.
Finally, she fell back, half-faint. Sue knelt between her legs and sucked avidly at the young cunt.
"Oh yeah, cherry cunt. Cherry cunt juice. Oh fuck, look at this, virgin cunt," she said as she sucked at the girl's cunt, pushing the legs wide apart so she could dip down to lick at the small, tight asshole.
Sandy pulled her skirt up and knelt across the young girl's body, pulling the almost lifeless form up between her legs. She pushed her cunt onto one of the girl's tits, forcing the hard nipple up into her pussy. She jerked her body back and forth, fucking the young tit.
"Come on, baby, fuck me with your tit. Push your nipple up on my clit, honey. Yeah, tit-fuck me while Sue sucks your cunt. Do you like having your cunt sucked, Pauline? Huh, you like it when Sue sucks at your cunt and licks your asshole?"
Pauline moaned, her young mind thrown off balance. The sensations coursing through her drove her wild. She brought her legs together around Sue's head and pulled her hard up against her cunt, jerking her hips up and down, rubbing her young, juicy cunt all over the blonde's face. She reached up and grabbed Sandy's hips, pulling her body up to force the young tit deeper into Sandy's cunt. "Oh," she moaned, "Suck my pussy, Aunty Sue, suck my pussy hard."
Sandy came again at the sound of this, juice flooding her cunt running out across the small, firm breast pushed up inside it. Sue thrust a finger up the girl's ass as she sucked crazily at the jerking cunt, the fresh taste of young pussy driving her wild. Finally, Pauline came again, the two women falling back to gaze at the sex-ravaged body of the young teenager.
They stripped her and themselves so they were all naked. They picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her carelessly on the bed. She fell on her side, one leg pulled up so that her asshole was exposed with the lightly haired lips of the young cunt pushing back beneath it. Sue stood with her legs wide apart, frantically masturbating. Sandy came over and rubbed her cunt on the blonde's thigh as she licked at her ear.
"Fucking A. Huh."
"You bet. Geez, that virgin cunt is great. I've got to have some more." Sandy looked over at the clock.
"It's 8:30. We've got three more hours to fuck this beauty before her mother gets back from screwing with her date."
Sue went to Sandy's bedside table and opened the drawer. She rummaged around till she found what she wanted, a long black strap-on dildo. She put it on, passing the belt up the crack of her ass, and pushing the rear extension of the veined and gnarled prick up inside her cunt. She pranced around the room, the thick and heavy prick dancing obscenely between her feminine thighs. Sandy knelt before her and sucked at the prick, masturbating it and licking the tip.
"I wish you could cum in my face. I wish you could cover me with white cum." "I can't cum like that, but don't forget I'll piss on you whenever you want. Now turn that girl on her back and spread her legs."
"Wait," cried Sandy, "She's a virgin, you can't fuck her in the cunt."
"OK, turn her over and up on her knees," replied Sue, standing with her legs apart and jacking the big penis off, just like a man.
"OK, Pauline, now you're going to get it like that girl in the movie," said Sue, crawling up behind her and fondling the asshole. Pauline looked over her shoulder and saw the large black prick hanging between Sue's legs.
"Oh no, Aunty Sue, not with something like that," she cried.
"Don't worry, baby, it won't hurt you," said Sue, pushing a well-lubricated finger up the teenage asshole. She worked it in and out, relaxing the sphincter as Sandy bent over the girl, her breasts pressed to her back as she whispered endearments in her ear.
Pauline screamed as Sue thrust the dildo up her ass, her legs trembling and her body rolling from side to side. Sandy held her down as Sue pushed the prick further up the ass and started on a gentle fucking rhythm. Sandy reached under the girl to work at her cunt, cupping the young pussy in her hand and frigging gently at the distended clit. Pauline started to moan with the sexual rush that filled her, her ass relaxing to accept the invasion of the huge prick, her cunt gushing juice and wet onto Sandy's hand.
Sandy frigged furiously at her own cunt as she crawled under the girl's dipping cunt to lick at it madly, sucking the juice that flooded from the teenager's heaving body. She opened her legs so that Pauline's face was just inches from the brunette's cunt and feverishly working fingers. Sue bent over the girl, her nipples rubbing gently on the girl's back as she reached under her to grab at the small, hard, nascent breasts, thrusting the monster prick in and out of the tight young ass.
"You love it, don't you, you little cunt. Tell me you like to be fucked in the ass."
"Yes," cried Pauline. "I love it. I didn't think I would, but I love it, Aunty Sue. Oh, it feels so good. Suck my cunt, Aunty Sandy, while Aunty Sue fucks my asshole."
"That's it, Pauline, talk dirty. Tell us you want to be fucked like this and maybe we'll show some tricks."
"Oh yes, I love it," she cried. "Can I suck Aunty Sandy's cunt too?" she said as she lowered her face to lick at the squirming cunt below her. The smell of hot cunt drove her wild, and she buried her face in it, savoring for the first time the tang of cunt juice. She went crazy, sucking like a mad thing, biting and worrying Sandy's clit till she cried out from the orgasms that lashed through her.
They fucked until they collapsed, Pauline's body prostrate. Her legs were spread wide so Sandy's face was beneath Sue's ass. Sue slowly pulled the dildo from the young girl's body, leaving a smear of creamy shit on the whiteness of the girl's thighs. Sandy reached up and pulled the grotesque prick down to her face, smelling and licking at it.
"Mmmmm," she whispered, "tastes good."
Sue unstrapped the dildo, pulling the end from her cunt, juice dripping onto Sandy's face below. She joined her friend, they kissed, licking at the cunt juice and shit that covered the dildo until finally, she rolled off the bed and got shakily to her feet.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she said to the half-comatose girl as she dragged her towards the bathroom.
Sandy sat on the stool and held Pauline's head between her legs as Sue went behind her.
"Suck my cunt, you little bitch, while Sue investigates your asshole," said Sandy, spreading her legs and pushing her cunt up towards the lovely young face between her legs.
Sue pushed a finger up Pauline's sore asshole, moving it around as she massaged the girl's belly. She frigged at the asshole, sliding the finger in and out. When she pulled it with a plop from the tight hole, she held it out to Sandy who smelled it and took it in her mouth, sucking at it.
"Piss in her face," commanded Sue, holding on tight to the thin body. Sandy grabbed the girl's head in her hands and spread her legs a little wider. Pauline struggled as she realized what was to happen, but the women held her steady.Sandy relaxed and let loose a stream of piss that covered the girl's face and caused her to struggle even harder.
"What are you doing?" she cried, "This is filthy. You can't do this. It's awful. Please tell her to stop, Aunty Sue."
Sue replied with a hard slap on her ass. She stood behind her, pushing the buttocks apart as far apart as she could. She pushed her cunt between them so that it was inches from the young virgin's brown shit hole. She grabbed the girl's hips and made fucking movements, thrusting her cunt closer to her objective. Finally, she started to piss too, sending the stream directly at the brown nub of taut flesh.
"Shit," she cried, "Shit while I piss on your ass."
Pauline struggled more, but Sandy held her firm, leaning back to watch her piss covering the young girl's face.
"Shit, I said," shouted Sue as she slapped the girl's ass again. "Push, bitch. Push some shit out of your ass while I piss on it."
The girl gave in and strained, her ravaged asshole relaxing to let a long odorous turd appear. Sue's piss stream diluted it, causing rivers of brown urine to run down her legs. Pauline's crack was filled with shitty piss that ran down onto her cunt, mingling with the juices that dripped from the still virgin pussy. Sue grabbed a handful of shit and reached beneath the girl to rub it all over her body, covering the young breasts with gobs of steamy shit. She thrust a finger up the still shitting ass, feeling around and pulling the shit out in large gobs which she used to rub into her own tits and cunt. Sandy pushed Pauline to the floor, and both women crouched above her, their pee mingling in a single stream that covered the poor crying girl. They masturbated each other wildly, licking and kissing each other as Sue passed her shit-covered hands over Sandy's lush breasts.
"Shit on her," cried Sue as she frigged at Sandy's cunt. "Shit on the little bitch. Shit on her cunt, baby. Shit on her cunt while I shit on her tits." Sandy strained, the tendons in her thighs outlining the proud thrust of her cunt, until a turd fell from her ass to fall on the cunt below. Pauline was crazy now. She stopped struggling and instead took Sandy's shit in her hands and spread it all over her cunt and legs, frigging at her young cunt. Sue pushed hard, straining for some more shit as the last drops of piss fell on the body below her. Finally, a small turd appeared, trapped between the straining buttocks. The girl saw it appear and pushed up so her tit went up between Sue's buttocks, pushing and squashing the shit all over the ass.
They fell in a heap on the floor and continued to frig crazily at themselves. Sue pushed Pauline's legs apart.
"Piss on us, baby. Piss all over your Aunty Sue."
"Yeah, piss on your Aunty Sandy, too," said Sandy, joining Sue between the young girl's thighs. Pauline stood and pushed the two women back with her foot, crouching over their faces. They kissed and licked at her cunt until finally, she let go with a stream of piss that shot from between the fat lips of her juvenile pussy. Sue and Sandy lapped at each other as the piss covered their faces, sucking and playing with the young cunt that sat between Pauline's slim thighs. The young girl looked down at their shit-covered bodies, her own covered with streaks and gobs of smelly brown shit. She looked at the two as they sucked at her piss, and she smiled, shivering with excitement. She leant back and brought her hands up to squeeze at her young tits.
"I love it," she cried out. "I love the crazy stuff we're doing here."
The two women stood. Frigging furiously at their cunts, they squashed the girl between them, sliding and rubbing their tits all over her. They each grabbed a thigh and rubbed their cunts up and down, jerking themselves off on the firm flesh. Sue thrust two fingers up Pauline's pussy, and Sandy pushed a finger up her ass. They both sucked on the small breasts as they jerked their hips up and down, leaving slimy trails of cunt juice on the shit-smeared thighs. Pauline put her arms around their heads and bent to kiss them in turn, lavishly tonguing at the women's mouths. A final orgasm shook her with the intensity and emotion that only young girls have. Her shaking body and the hoarse cry that escaped from her mouth pushed the others over as well, so that the three came together. Sandy turned on the shower, and they all got in together. The two women soaped and cleaned Pauline's body, and she stroked and felt their bodies. They kissed each other as they did so, they felt assholes and cunts, rubbed tits together and sucked on erect nipples, fondling and touching in a sea of pink flesh, proud breasts and wet, juicy cunts. When they were cleaned up, they covered Pauline with oil, rubbing her body all over and finally massaging it with their own bodies, rubbing their breasts over her ass and cunt, pushing their tits up between her legs to invade her pussy or forcing their tits between her buttocks until the nipple worried at the tight brown hole.
They all dried off and went into the living room again, picking up stray bits of clothes on the way.
"I don't want to go!" cried Pauline, "I want to stay here with you two. I can't bear the idea of going to bed alone after all we've done."
"Come on, sugar," said Sue as she held out the sensible cotton knickers for Pauline to step into, "You know you've got to go. We don't want your mother to find out and spoil all the fun, do we?"
"I guess not," said Pauline as she slowly dressed, Sandy helping her with her bra and blouse, while Sue did up the pleated skirt and pulled on the knee socks. Pauline transformed back into a schoolgirl, exciting Sue once more. She looked up the long legs, seeing the tight white knickers under the pleated skirt, a secret, forbidden view that excited her. She pushed her head under the skirt and kissed Pauline on the cunt. Then she stood, and the three came together in a kiss, each tongue licking at the other two.
"Promise me we'll do it again," said Pauline. "Tell me we can. As it is, I'm going to be jerking off in bed all night."
"Don't worry, baby," said Sandy. "You can come over anytime. Why don't you come over tomorrow?"
"I think we'll be busy tomorrow," said Sue, ignoring Sandy's quizzical look. "Come over on Saturday. That'll be good."
"I can't wait," cried Pauline. "Oh God, it's so sexy. Look at you two. All naked. Your cunts and tits on show, so inviting. God. I'm getting hot again. We pissed on each other and covered ourselves with my shit. Oh. I've got to do it again."
She pulled up her skirt and thrust her fingers inside her knickers, frigging at her cunt. She leant back against the wall and spread her legs wide, her fingers visible under the white cotton as she worked at her cunt hole and clit. The two women stood on either side, supporting her and feeling at her tits through the sensible bra she wore.
"That's it, honey, frig yourself. Fuck your fingers. Let your Aunty Sue see the way you cum by yourself."
"Fuck yourself, you horny bitch. Fuck your fingers like you did when I pissed in your face," whispered Sandy in her other ear, "Little cunt, think I didn't know you were working at yourself as we pissed on you. You loved it, didn't you? You hot little slut."
"Oh yessssss. I loved it. The pissing and the smell of shit. The rubbing and frigging. The smell of wet pussy and the taste of hot cunt. I want more, more," cried Pauline as she came again, her legs shaking.
She pulled her hand out from her knickers, and the three licked at the wet fingers, savoring once more the taste of virgin cunt.
They heard the elevator doors ping, and Sandy said, "That must be your mother arriving. You'd better go, honey."
Reluctantly Pauline opened the door and slipped out, looking back at the two naked women.
"Until Saturday," she said, softly closing the door behind her.
The two naked women walked back to the bedroom where they crawled into bed together, intertwining their exhausted bodies as they fell into a deep sleep. The next day would be Friday, and Jim was returning.
4 Jim's Return
The next day, Sandy and Sue arrived at work together, but avoided openly showing any special affection between themselves. However, by mid-morning, Sue was feeling horny again, thoughts of Jim returning to distract her from her usually interesting work. She looked over to Sandy's desk. She was sitting in her usual way, with her legs stretched out, her micro-mini pulled tight around her hips. Sue could see her mound outlined under the light skirt, a thin white stripe of panty showing between her long legs. Sandy caught her looking, and winked. Sue was getting hotter. She squirmed and pushed both her hands down into her lap, rubbing at the top of her cunt. Sandy licked her lips and looked towards the hallway and then back, an obvious invitation. Sue stood unsteadily on her feet and went to the door, Sandy following. They grabbed each other's hands and ran down the hall to the restrooms. They pushed inside, luckily they were empty, and came together in a kiss, their tongues intertwining as their hands roamed over each other's bodies.
"Quick, in here," said Sandy, pushing open the end stall. Sue followed her in and pushed the door shut. She grabbed Sandy again, and they continued kissing, pushing their bodies together, the friction between their breasts caused their nipples to rise as their tongues explored their mouths, intertwining as their hands blatantly fondled their shapely bodies.
Sue slid her hand down over Sandy's delicious body and rubbed at the prominent mound through her tight skirt. Sandy moaned and returned the pressure, arching her body away from the cubicle wall. Sue rubbed the heel of her hand hard on Sandy's cunt while her long fingers reached down and felt the hem of the mini.She slid her hand down and then reached up Sandy's skirt, feeling the heat from her burning cunt. Her long fingers traced up the silken thighs until she felt the edge of the thin bikini pants. She slid her fingers underneath, the dark hairs brushing the back of her hand. She grabbed the crotch of the panties and pulled hard, forcing them into the crack of Sandy's ass, parting the juice-drenched cunt lips so that her clit was crushed by the tight band of material. She jerked the panties back and forth, causing Sandy to bite her lip to hold back the scream of pleasure she felt. Sandy grabbed at the buttons of Sue's blouse and ripped it open to allow the luscious breasts to spill free, the small pink nipples distended and inviting. She grabbed one and brought it to her mouth, sucking and biting on the tit as she spread her legs as wide as the tight skirt would allow.
"Oh God," gasped Sandy as she lifted her lips from Sue's bruised nipple, "I love it when we're bad, When we do things like this."
"Cunt," whispered Sue, "I need your cunt, I've got to taste you. I need your cunt juice on my lips."
"Oh Yeah," said Sandy, "Nasty."
She leaned back as she pulled her skirt up and Sue knelt in front of her, quickly pulling the ruined panties down. She bent forward and licked at the juice-drenched mop of dark hair, the pouting cunt lips engorged and red with Sandy's passion.
"I can't get at you like this," she cried, "I need my tongue up your fuck hole. I want your juice dripping on my face." She stood back and thrust her hand up her own skirt, rubbing furiously at her cunt through her thin panties.
"Come on, quick, get up here" she gasped, urging Sandy up onto the toilet bowl. She looked up Sandy's long legs to the cunt pouting at her, white flecks of cunt juice showing at the lips, the heavy globes of her ass visible between her legs. Moaning with lust, she rose up and closed her mouth over the juicy cunt, her tongue separating the lips and pushing into the hot fuck hole as Sandy grabbed her head and pulled her face hard up into her humping crotch.
Sue sucked and licked at the ever wetter cunt as Sandy humped her face, spreading her legs as wide as she could, pushing down as she cried "Suck, suck. Suck my cunt, honey. Drink my juice, lick my clit."
Sue licked and grabbed at Sandy's ass for support, her fingers curling around until she found the tight ass hole. She forced her finger in, sliding it up through the tight sphincter, feeling the inside of the brunette's tight ass.
"Oh Yeah," cried Sandy, "fuck my ass honey, shove that finger deep, ream me out." Sandy felt herself coming off, and grabbed Sue's head harder, bucking her hips up and down on the lovely blonde between her legs who was sucking on her clit and reaming her finger in and out of her ass.
"Oh shit," she cried as it came over her, "Oh shit, yeah honey. Oh God, yeah, suck my cunt. God, yeah, cunt, yeah."
Sue pulled away and looked up at her friend, legs spread wide, cunt hair dripping with saliva and cunt juice, the lips exposed and red, the clit still standing out. Sandy crouched down, her ass cheeks separating, allowing Sue to pull her finger from the tightly clenched hole. She brought it to her face and smelt it, savoring the pungent smell of Sandy's anal canal.
"Gimme some," cried Sandy, grabbing Sue's hand. Bringing it to her face, she smelt and licked at the pungent fingers. Sue masturbated herself as she lent forward to share the taste and smell of Sandy's ass.
"Come and get me off, honey," she whispered to Sandy, moving to lick at her small, compact breasts.
"Oh yeah baby, I'll get you off right now," said Sandy, "but I got to take a pee first. All this exercise has got me bursting."
Sandy moved to get off the bowl and sit down, but Sue stopped her, pushing her back into a crouch.
"Do it like that," she whispered, "I want to see you do it, baby." She stood and pulled off her blouse and dropped her skirt, standing naked in front of Sandy, who still wore the tight skirt, now bunched up around her waist. Her blouse hung open to expose her small hard tits, a sharp contrast to Sue's large breasts, which she grabbed and massaged with one hand, bringing the nipple up so she could lick at it, while her other hand thrust in and out of her dripping pussy.
"Come on, baby." said Sue as she brought her fingers up to taste her own cunt juice, "Piss while I watch."
"I love watching you jerk off, you dirty bitch," said Sandy. "You're a finger fucker like me. I'll piss on you as you frig off, you dirty cunt. Ahhhh shit, this is making me too horny to pee."
"Come on baby," said Sue, as she crouched down in front of her friend's parted thighs, "Ssssssss, sssssss, pee pee for Momy. Ssssssss, sssssss."
Sandy tried to relax, and concentrate. Luckily the pressure had built up, so she could feel it coming.
"Watch it, here it comes," she cried as she let loose a stream of hot, yellow piss from her beautiful dark-haired pussy.
"Hold your cunt open, so I can see it come out." said Sue, her hand working like a piston in her cunt, "Come on baby, let's see it good."
Sandy grabbed the lips of her cunt and pulled them apart as she moved her hips up. Sue moved forward so the stream of hot piss went all over her tits, the urine running down her body so that it dribbled from her cunt down her legs.
"Oh yeah, baby," she cried, "piss on my tits. Cover me with your piss." She fell to the floor, her legs spread wide as with one hand she shoved three fingers in and out of her cunt while with she masturbated furiously at her clit.
"Oh God, honey, this is wild," cried Sandy as she directed her piss all over the body writhing on the floor until it fell in a hot steady stream on the blonde's cunt. She moved her thumbs up and flicked at her clit while she aimed the yellow stream at Sue's pumping hands.
"You beautiful bitch, you love it when I piss all over you. Say you want my piss. Fuck, if I could, I'd shit on you now".
"Oh yess," cried Sue, her body writhing under the yellow stream of hot pee that covered her, "yesssss, I love your piss on me. Oh shit, I'm coming baby. Here it comes. Oh fuck I love it."
Sue's body arched off the floor as she came, her head thrown back so she was supported just by the back of her head and her heels. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked in the air as Sandy directed the last of her pee to cover Sue's breasts and face.
"Oh baby," she gasped as she fell back to the floor, "Oh baby, that was fantastic."
They cleaned up as best they could and went back to the office. As it was Friday they'd be over with work at noon, and Jim was coming over to Sue's place at two.
"Listen Sandy." said Sue, leaning close to her friend, "I want you to come over to my place after work."
"But isn't Jim coming over? I thought you wanted to be with him."
"I do, but I want to give him a surprise. What do you say? We'll fuck Jim silly between the two of us. Besides, I can't leave you now. It's got to be the three of us together."
"Oh sweetheart. If we weren't in the office, I'd kiss you." cried Sandy.
"If we weren't in the office," replied Sue, "you'd kiss my ass."
Sue and Sandy were at Sue's apartment waiting for Jim's arrival. They'd dressed for the occasion with Sue wearing a short pleated mini and a tank top while Sandy wore black stockings and suspenders, a tight black leather mini skirt and a sheer black silk blouse that was completely transparent. Neither wore panties. They sat on the living room couch, kissing and fondling, idly playing with their cunts.
"Well." said Sandy, "What's Jim going to say about this?"
"He's going to love it, you'll find out. We're going to have a wild night baby. That hot little cunt of yours is going to be steaming. He's going to fuck us both 'till we can't stand up."
The doorbell rang and Sue ran to open the door.
"Hide in the kitchen." she called to Sandy. She opened the door; and there stood Jim.
"Baby," he cried, picking her up and swinging her around. "You don't know how I've missed you."
She grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth as she slobbered all over his face. She rubbed her crotch against his, pushing her cunt hard against the strengthening length of his mighty cock.
"And me you, darling." she mumbled as she continued kissing and laving at his mouth. His hands slid down her back and grabbed her ass, finding it naked and slightly slippery from her cunt juice. He fondled her, his fingers tracing the outlines of her asshole and cunt, the wet dripping down his fingers.
"Gee, you're really ready, aren't you?"
"Yesssss." she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist so that her ass was stretched wide open.
"Shove your finger up my ass, I been waiting for it for two whole days. I need you to fuck me, baby. I need your prick inside me."
Holding her up by her ass, Jim pushed a finger up into her tight little sphincter, reaming in and out as Sue pulled up her tank top and thrust her tits in his face. She held one in her hand pushed the nipple in his mouth,
"Suck my tit, Jim. Suck on my tit and ream out my asshole. Oh fuck. I love it. Fuck my ass with your finger, baby."
She reached down between them and frigged at her cunt and then undid his trousers and pushed them down, grabbing at the quivering length of hot maleness that sprang from the dense hairs covering his straining body. She jacked it, pumping the hot flesh and rubbing the tip all over her steaming pussy. Pointing it at her cunt she slid down him until the prick was firmly lodged in her waiting pussy.
"Agghhhh shit, that feels good." she moaned, pleased to feel the fullness of a hard prick up her cunt after two days of lesbian cunt lapping.
They fucked and jostled at each other until Jim couldn't take it any more.He pulled his finger from her clenching tight asshole and laid her on the floor, their bodies still joined at cunt and prick. She grabbed his hand, bringing the stinking finger up between their faces so that the redolent odor filled their nostrils.
They fucked crazily, Jim pounding at her body while she humped her hips up and down, squirming and pushing so that her tight hard clit rubbed in Jim's thick hairy bush. She came, the orgasm making her body arch rigidly upwards, a flood of cunt juice swishing around the hard length of flesh that remorselessly pounded at her body.
Jim came, the spurts of come filling her cunt. She moaned at the feel of his hardness jerking inside her. She wanted more, she needed to taste man juice, feel the sticky cum in her mouth and smell the tart tang of his slimy sperm. She pulled out from under him, rolling him over and grabbing at the still spurting cock. She jacked it off, gobbling at the streams of cum that shot from the large tip, savoring and tasting the floods of thick sperm that inundated her mouth and dripped down onto her tits.
"Being a dirty girl again, Sue?" came a voice from above them. In full orgasm, Jim looked up and saw a pair of long black stockinged legs straddling his head and disappearing under a short mini. The girl moved her feet further apart and he saw a large black-haired cunt staring at him from between two widely separated thighs.
"Who the fuck are you?" he blurted out, feeling intimidated and not sure if he should cover himself.
Sue laughed at his discomfort.
"This," she said, "is my friend Sandy."
She stood and approached the girl. From Jim's foreshortened viewpoint on the floor, he saw them come together, obviously kissing. Sandy rubbed at Sue's cunt, shoving a finger deep inside her and feeling the slippery wetness of Jim's cum.
"Do you like her cunt, Jim?" asked Sue as she pushed her hand up under the leather mini to probe at the black-haired cunt.
"Do you want some of this too, Jim? I've spent the last twenty-four hours sucking and licking with this juicy cunt, just to get it ready for you. We've been very naughty girls, Jim. We've done all sorts of nasty things together. We like fucking each other, pissing and masturbating as well, Jim. Especially masturbating. We masturbate together, watching ourselves cum off, just like you and I did. You're a masturbator too, Jim. Would you like to see us jack off and cum together?"
Jim went wild. The crazy sex he'd had with Sue had obsessed him since he'd left. He'd jacked off five or six times a day remembering their session in the bathroom. Now here she was, fulfilling more of his crazy sexual fantasies. He grabbed his penis and started pumping, jerking at his prick as he watched from below the two nymphs slowly probe and masturbate each other. Their asses clenched as fingers invaded the tight passages, drops of pussy juice falling on his face.
The two girls pulled off their clothes, Sandy keeping the stockings and suspenders. They rolled together on the floor, their naked bodies sliding as they worked at the steaming cunts. They kissed, their tongues waving in the air as they lapped at the feminine red mouth of their lover. Jim knelt, his hand a furious blur as he masturbated his come-covered prick. Sue rolled on her back and spread her legs, thrusting her fingers deep into her cunt.
"Piss on my cunt, lover," she moaned to Sandy. Jim almost came hearing this. "You bitch," he cried, "you wonderful, gorgeous, fabulous slut."
He bent to kiss her mouth as Sandy knelt between her legs. Pulling her cunt lips open, she lowered it until it was almost on top of Sue's masturbating hand. She pissed a stream of hot pee onto the writhing blonde.
"Oh God," Sue cried, arching her body upwards so that the golden liquid spread across her belly to her heaving breasts. Sandy continued, humping backwards and forwards so that the piss stream splashed on Sue's frantically masturbating hand.
Sandy looked at Jim who hovered next to her, his huge cock dripping clear pre-cum onto her breast.
"That's it, Jim," she yelled, "jack it off for me. Oh, come on, pump it hard for me, come all over us both."
Jim's hand pumped back and forth on his cock, his body straining and contorted with passion as he watched the two girls on the floor.
"Piss on her," he cried, "go on, cover the bitch with your lovely piss." Sue brought her hand up to Sandy's cunt, feeling the piss stream out of it, savoring the feel of the jet as it hit her fingers. She sat up, her face to Jim's ass and licked at it, forcing her face between his cheeks until her tongue could finally make contact with his tight asshole. The taste of sweat and stale shit drove her wild and she came, her legs jerking up as the spasm took her. Jim followed, a stream of cum shooting from his cock to cover Sandy's breasts. She grabbed at his cock, wild for the cum and she pulled it towards her face as Jim came and came. Jet after jet of white cum covered Sandy's face as she licked at the spurting cockhead. Sue joined her, the two of them fighting to get more of the sperm that splashed from Joe's writhing body, the streams dribbling down their faces. They kissed and licked wildly at each other and the jerking hunk of penis that spurted more and more of the delicious hot sperm onto their lapping tongues. Their breasts rubbed, their nipples sliding on the sweat, cum and piss soaked skin. Sue reached down and felt Sandy's cunt, forcing a finger up into her pussy as her palm rubbed on the distended clit. Sandy moaned, her head falling onto Sue's shoulder as the orgasm ripped through her body.
They fell back exhausted as normalcy returned. They cuddled and chatted, Both Sandy and Sue kissing and fondling Jim until finally Sue suggested they shower before continuing their "sexual adventure."
They stood together under the water, reviving themselves as they rubbed their bodies one on the other, fingering and touching the breasts, cunts, assholes and Jim's now erect penis that filled their vision.
Sue crouched in front of Jim and took his prick in her mouth, sucking avidly at the hard firm flesh while Sandy kissed him deeply and passionately. "Bonding," thought Sue, "like minds finding an echo in one another." She was not at all jealous, since she realized that the three together made the 'entity'. Apart, they were only pieces, not whole. She couldn't imagine sex without Sandy any more than she'd be willing to live without Jim.
Sandy broke away and joined Sue, watching her friend and lover as she took the steaming length of maleness in her mouth. She fondled Sue, feeling her tits and rubbing at her cunt and asshole. She got hot and frigged at her pussy while she worked Sue's asshole and cunt. Sue dropped Jim's penis from her mouth and looked down between her legs at Sandy's fingers. She moved her own fingers to join them, the two hands working at her pussy. Jim took his prick in his hand and started to pump.
"Shit in my hands," cried Sandy, crouched next to Sue's straining buttocks as Jim masturbated his prick in her face.
"Oh fuck," cried Jim, "you filthy bitches. I don't believe it."
"Oh, you'll believe it, baby. You'll love it, you nasty man. You know you want it," said Sue as she strained hard.
Her shit hole pushed opened and a large brown turd slowly emerged from between her smooth white buttocks. It fell into Sandy's waiting hands and she brought them up, spreading the steaming shit all over her breasts. Then she fell forward and rubbed herself on Sue as she pushed a finger up Sue's ass, feeling for more shit. Her shit-covered body slid all over Sue's back as she joined her licking at Jim's prick. They sucked and licked at the large piss hole as Jim pumped furiously at his distended penis.
The smell of Sue's shit and the sight of these girls smearing themselves with it drove him crazy. He felt near to madness as the orgasm approached, his body quivering with the onslaught of ecstasy that flooded his body. He came, shooting great streams of white cum into their waiting mouths and across their brown-streaked bodies. They lapped at the spurting member, licking the cum from the jetting hole, fighting between themselves to get more of the fresh white sperm that now dribbled from the twitching prick.
They fell to the floor, intertwining their legs and rubbing their cunts together as they licked and sucked at each other's mouths, savoring and exchanging the remaining globs of white cum as they humped their shit-covered pussies together, the cunt juices mingling and diluting the sticky gobs of redolent shit that covered their bushes. Jim joined them on the floor, covering both their bodies with his, kissing them both and sharing his own cum, rubbing his hands all over their shit-covered bodies until he lodged a finger up each asshole.
The girls put their arms around him, pulling him close to rub and squirm their shit-covered cunts and tits against his hairy body. He never thought the smell of shit could be so exciting, wallowing in the perverseness and nastiness of their actions. They kissed three ways, enjoying that infinitely exciting feel of kissing two people at once, as their hands grabbed and fondled, spreading the slowly diluting shit across their bodies.
They came down slowly, lying there on the shower stall floor with the water pouring over them, cleaning their bodies as they continued to kiss and suck. Finally, they helped each other up and started using soap and shampoo, sliding their slick and slippery bodies together.
Jim and Sandy cleaned Sue's asshole with soap, water, fingers and tongues. Sandy and Sue cleaned Jim's prick and balls with soap-covered hands and slippery tits, bringing him to an erection which he used to slide all over the four breasts that pressed against his thighs.The girls started getting on again and licked at his body, under his balls, between his legs and up his asshole. They turned him to face the wall as they crouched behind him, assaulting his ass. They kissed and licked at the tight brown asshole and fondled his balls and prick from behind. Sue took the shower head and unscrewed it from its flexible hose as Sandy spread the cheeks of his ass.
She pushed a soapy finger up his ass and reamed it slowly in and out, Jim groaning with the pleasure of it. Sue pulled Sandy's hand away and roughly shoved the flexible hose up Jim's ass. The jet of hot water immediately filled his bowels and he tried to pull away, but the girls held him steady. They stroked his belly and thighs gently while his bowels continued to fill with water. Then they pulled out the hose and kissed his asshole, stroking and fingering him while they waited, sure he could only hold the pressure for so long.
He tried to go to the stool to defecate but the girls stopped him, clinging to his legs as they fondled his prick and ass.
"Shit on us both, Jim. Shit all over us as we masturbate," implored Sue, one hand furiously jerking up and down between her legs.
"Yeah, cover us with your hot shit, lover boy. Come on, baby, let it go," said Sandy, falling back and spreading her legs wide apart, lewdly offering him her cunt.
The girls frigged themselves crazily as they gazed up at him, his ass clenched tight, his prick half erect.
"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed as he bent his legs and half crouched down, "Here it comes."
Sandy and Sue lay back between his legs as a long jet of shitty water shot from his ass to spray them with a mixture of soap, feces and water. They rolled around in it, covering their bodies with the slimy goo as they pressed their masturbating hands together. He crouched down over them, aiming the stream of feces and water that shot in a straight jet from his anus to splatter on the writhing women between his legs.
He took hold of his sore and beaten prick and slowly jacked himself off as he forced himself to urinate through his almost hard prick. Shots of hot yellow urine pulsed in time with his pumping hand to spray over their breasts and faces. The two women licked at the urine that fell like burning hailstones onto their faces, using the feces from his anus that covered their bodies to lubricate their flesh as they frigged their steaming cunts, working in unison until they finally came together, screaming with the wildness of it.
Not surprisingly, this time they finally managed to get washed up and crashed out in a huddle on Sue's bed.
"Oh fuck, that was great," sighed Sandy as she played with Jim's balls. "I love all this fucking and urinating and defecating. I love your cum, Jim. That lovely white cum that comes from this lovely urethra."
"Oh yes, Jim," said Sue, "Wasn't that great. Did you like defecating on us as we masturbated? Huh? Is that what you were looking forward to? Are you a dirty boy, Jim? Nasty and perverse, like us."
"I'm a dirtier boy, Sue baby," said Jim as he sucked on one of her large breasts.
"Next time you're going to defecate my penis out of your anus as Sandy here urinates in my face. Oh shit, I'm getting horny again, but I'm all fucked out. Why don't we go over to my place, there's something I want to show you and I've got something I want to ask you both."
"Yeah," cried Sue, jumping up, "but there's something we've got to do first."
She went to the kitchen as Jim and Sandy lay on the bed, kissing and feeling each other up.
"Come on you two. Two cans each," she said as she held out a six-pack of beer.
"Where are we going to get all that lovely urine if we're not drinking?"
They slugged the beer down, standing together, their bodies searching for contact. They got dressed in the clothes they'd had on before, Jim pushing his hardening penis down his trouser leg to form a large bulge.
"They're going to arrest you for carrying a weapon without a permit," quipped Sandy.
"Yeah," said Sue. "You'll break something if you try to walk with that."
"Don't worry, girls. It'll be OK. But you'll both probably catch something with those short skirts and no underwear on."
"Aren't we sexy?" asked Sue, twirling around so the pleated skirt rose up to show her beautiful round buttocks and proud blonde cunt. Sandy spread her legs and crouched slightly, spreading her legs so that her cunt was visible under the tight mini.
"Come on, stop it or we won't get out of here," said Jim. They all got into Jim's Corvette, Sue sitting in Sandy's lap.
"You should get a bigger car, Jim," said Sue.
"Don't worry about that," said Jim, smiling secretly to himself.A stream of piss came out and covered his body. He groaned as his prick continued to pump white shots of sperm onto Sandy's wildly licking tongue. The piss covered her face, and she turned, mouth open, to receive the stream until her mouth was full. She bent over Jim's prick and squirted the piss back out to cover the throbbing, spurting maleness. Jim felt at Sue's cunt as she pissed, fingering the piss hole and feeling the stream jet from the top of her dripping cunt. Sandy cried out as she came, licking at the piss and sperm that covered her face. She moved up so she could rub her cunt over Jim's twitching prick, the cum and piss wetting her thighs. The three came together, licking and tasting the juices and piss from their bodies as they kissed.
Then they stood, undressed and ran naked to the pool where they swam and played for half an hour.
"Hey girls, want to see something I've got?" asked Jim.
"We've already seen it, silly," said Sue.
"No, not that, you sex fiend, slut bitch, piss-drinking shitter. Something to watch, not piss on."
They got out of the pool, rubbing together for warmth and stumbled up the stairs, Sue playfully pulling Jim along by his prick as Sandy pushed from behind, rubbing her tits all over his ass.
"In here," said Jim, opening one of the bedroom doors. A large couch was against one wall opposite a 52-inch TV. Large speakers occupied the four corners of the room with the rest of the space lined with video cassettes.
"Gee, what's this?" asked Sue, slumping on the couch and looking around. She saw a door half open to show a small bathroom beyond.
"This," said Jim, "is my porno collection."
"Your what? Did you say porno?" asked Sandy, moving over to look at the cassettes.
"Yeah. I've got over 5000 cassettes here. This is the video part of my collection. The written stuff and the pictures are in the library downstairs."
"Have you seen all this? I mean, 5000 cassettes must be, um, 3 years, 5 months, 2 weeks, 4 days and 16 hours of viewing, based on a standard 2-hour play cassette and 8 hours viewing a day," said Sandy.
"Sandy's quite good at math," said Sue, leaning back with her legs splayed wide, laughing at the amazed look on Jim's face.
He looked down at her body, the large breasts with the pink nipples standing up. The long flat stomach terminating in the proud upward thrust of her cunt and the slim thighs framing the vertical slash of her pussy, the heavy lips barely touched with fine blond hair.
"I've seen a lot, but there isn't anyone like you, honey."
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Come here, baby," she crooned, blowing him a kiss and patting the couch beside her.
Jim joined her, and they kissed and cuddled, feeling their bodies rub together as their tongues explored their wet mouths.
Sandy looked over her shoulder at them as she went through the cassettes.
"These haven't got names on them, only numbers," she said, indicating a row of black plastic holders.
Jim and Sue looked at Sandy, enjoying the sight of her tight ass separating as she twisted towards them.
"That's because it's part of my special collection," said Jim. "I've got some really rare stuff there."
"What's the dirtiest thing you've got?" asked Sandy, winking at them and rubbing unselfconsciously at her cunt.
"I think number 27 should have something that will interest you," said Jim as he turned back to take Sue's tit in his mouth and suck at the pink nipple. Sue spread her legs wide and rubbed obscenely at her pussy, pushing two fingers up inside the wetness of her hot fuck hole.
"Yeah," she groaned, "Let's see something really far out and nasty."
Sandy went over to the VCR and pushed the cassette in. The large screen came on with a flicker. Jim and Sue admired Sandy's ass and cunt as she bent over.
"That's a real beauty of a cunt you've got there, Sandy honey," said Jim as he idly masturbated his hardening prick.
Sandy laughed as she ran over to join them. She took a long suck at Jim's prick and licked her lips.
"I love the taste of your prick, Jim. That pre-cum you make tastes like honey," she said as she took a lick at Sue's dripping cunt, "But Sue's cunt juice tastes just as good."
They all laughed as Sandy joined them on the couch on the other side of Jim, leaning back with their legs spread, the two girls hooking theirs over Jim's knees as they all masturbated gently, waiting for the film to begin.
[The following description of a film pays homage to Sheri by LewdLucy]
The film showed two girls lying on a bed, kissing and fondling. The eldest, underneath, was about thirteen or fourteen, while the one on top was younger and smaller, eleven or twelve. The one on top knelt up and pulled at the elder's panties, dragging them down over the skinny white legs.
"Sheri," she whined, "let me kiss you there, skin to skin on your pussy."
"I have a surprise for you," said Sheri with a funny grin on her face, opening her legs real wide as she reached down and spread her little cunt lips. The inside of her slit was red and wet.
"Oh god," cried Sandy, "you don't mean she's got the rag on. Shit, this is gross."
The younger girl looked at Sheri's cunt with a surprised expression on her face.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Sheri, "Afraid you'll get a little red mustache?"
Despite the foul-looking red stain on the small, barely hairy cunt, the girl glued her lips to the nasty slit and started sucking and mewing, really making a show of sucking out the nasty box.
Thick gobs of menstruation stuck to her lips and face, dripping onto her skinny young body and barely present tits. She wrinkled her nose at the foul smell while the elder girl rubbed her dripping cunt all over the younger one's face.
"Oh, fuck Jim, look at those kids," exclaimed Sue, "This is so dirty, it's really making me hot."
The camera panned back to show that a young boy of twelve or so had entered the room. He rubbed at his dick through his pants as he watched the girls working at each other.
Sheri unzipped him, and his hard little dick stuck right out, leaking thick pre-cum from the head. His little prick was about three inches long and as hard as a nail.
"I want to suck that," cried Sandy, bumping her hips up and down on the couch as three fingers slid in and out of her juicy cunt. "Can you imagine what a prick like that tastes like. Oh, Jim, this is great. It's the nastiest thing I've ever seen."
"It gets better," replied Jim, his prick dripping gobs of clear pre-cum as he watched the two young girls with their hard skinny bodies and the young boy's prick. "I'd love to share that with Sandy too," he thought.
Sheri quickly pulled the young girl by her hair until she had her mouth level with the boy's prick. She stuck out her tongue, capturing the string of pre-cum hanging from it as she looked up at the older girl. She took his dick in her mouth and started blowing him, squeezing his dick tightly between her sticky lips while rubbing her tongue in circles around the head of the thin little dick.
Sheri twisted around so her legs hung off the bed and her nasty slit was at the very edge. She told the boy she wanted him to stick his dick in her and get it all red and messy from her period. Tony did Sheri's bidding, his little dick sticking easily in her wet sloppy slit, making load squishing noises as he pumped in and out. Sheri grabbed the girl by the hair, pulling her face to her crotch, making her smell the pungent aroma the boy's fucking of her bloody slit was creating. When he pulled his dick out, he pushed the nasty thing right into her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as well as deep gagging sounds, being as sluttish as she could. When he pulled out, she dropped her head immediately down into Sheri's wet messy slit and loudly sucked and licked all the red sticky wetness up out of her open hole.
Sheri rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, pushing her nasty slit down on her mouth while waving her little behind out at Tony. The girl made foul noises as she slurped at the menstruation-red slit.
"Stick it in my shit hole while she sucks out my period, Tony," she hissed as Tony approached them. The way the girl was pinned, her nose was directly under Sheri's anus and was constantly assailed with the aroma of Tony's blood-smeared dick each time he pumped out of her ass, and eventually, started being smeared with the dank contents of her rectum as Tony's dick got dirtier.
It was clear that Sheri's ass was really tight, so Tony couldn't last very long. His little sack tightened dramatically as his balls compressed, and he pumped Sheri's dark tunnel full of his cum juice. His dick deflated almost immediately, drooping out of her tight hole as her ring closed.
His dick fell on her forehead, staining her from the wet layer of her bowels secretions as well as the cum that still slowly leaked out of him. She lifted her neck, putting her mouth closer to him, and he let his dick hang down into her open mouth like a bird feeding a chick a worm. She closed her lips around his dirty prick and sucked all the nasty paste and juices from him as he shrank smaller and smaller. Her throat closed naturally, trying to prevent the foul brown gravy that was mixing in her mouth from entering it. She gagged as she swallowed, coating the surface of her tongue and inner mouth the foul fluid of spit, sperm and Sheri's shit.
As Tony pulled away, the camera moved in to show the tight star-like crinkle of flesh that formed Sheri's anus. The girl watched, fascinated, as Sheri strained her muscles, slowly opening the ring, letting Tony's cum, now stained brown and with little traces of red, be slowly pushed out her ass.
The girl attached her lips to her humid, smelly hole and sucked really hard, filling her mouth with hot, smelly cum.
"Watch out!" she warned happily, then she pushed more out than just the cum Tony had deposited.The girl immediately turned her head, letting a thick, long dollop of excrement fall past her face onto the floor. She turned and dribbled the shit-stained cum out of her open mouth.
Sheri smiled her wicked little girl smile at Tony. "Isn't she the nastiest?"
"Yeah," said Tony as his dick hissed, his smelly spray hitting the girl's face. Sheri held his little prick with her fingertips, directing it at her face. She opened her mouth to them, letting Sheri have her way, filling her mouth, mixing with the slimy contents she had just deposited there.
The girl looked up at them, looking down at her face, and closed her mouth slightly, letting some of Tony's piss fall out of her mouth and drool onto her neck and chest. Still keeping eye contact, she swallowed the remaining brew of Tony's piss and the residue of shit-flavored cum left from Sheri's nasty rectum. Sheri swung her legs around and mounted her face just like she was mounting a horse, settling her filthy, smelly asshole right over the girl's nose and mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" she hissed, "Now suck my ass clean. Let Tony watch you licking my dirty ass."
She sucked at her nasty asshole, rubbing her tongue around in circles in the thin layer of shit that surrounded her tiny opening, bringing it into her mouth, and making a loud show of sucking the nasty flavors that filled her mouth. She pushed the very point of her tongue into her tight hole, making it open up so she could scrape the flat of her tongue on the inside of her rectum. Sheri started rocking up and down on her face, using her lips and nose as toilet paper, then settling her shitty hole over the girl's mouth again and again. Tony was just as hard as a rock again. His little prick looked like a tiny stick leaking sap as he watched, fascinated by the debasement going on in front of his eyes.
Sheri looked at the girl, who was clearly near to vomiting.
"Sit up and cup your hands in front of your mouth, Lucy," she commanded in a whisper.
Doing as she was told, it was not long before she released a stream of puke into the leaking cup of her hands. Sheri was panting, excited, her face touching the girl's, her nose very close to the putrid expulsion.
"Rub your titties with it!" Sheri panted excitedly. There was clearly nothing that did not have sexual overtones to this nasty, sadistic little girl.
Lucy did as she was told, smearing her tiny titties and chest with the foul contents that had spewed from her mouth. She sat back on her haunches, pleased with the nasty scene she had brought about.
When Lucy was finally finished throwing up her foul stomach contents, Sheri gently placed her hands around Lucy's neck and, moving her face close, proceeded to lock her lips to her smelly, vile-covered lips and gave her an incredibly slow, passionate kiss, pushing her tongue deep into Lucy's mouth. And then, opening her own mouth, she started sucking hungrily at the foul contents that coated the inside. She sucked the remnants of puke out of Lucy's mouth, closing her eyes in pleasure at the foul taste of the vomit.
Pulling her mouth away, she showed her lips and the inside of her mouth covered with the watery contents she had sucked out of Lucy's mouth.
Lucy shook and moaned in an obvious orgasm brought on by the shocking excitement and complete turn-on of her disgusting behavior. Sheri held both of Lucy's little nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them so hard her eyes watered from the pain, staring at her filthy mouth and listening to her mewing nastily.
Tony knelt behind Lucy and clamped his hot lips on her anal ring. He was going crazy, making loud mewing sounds as he wormed his tongue deeper and deeper into the brown tunnel, loosening her up.
Sheri bent down and whispered in her ear, "Give it to him, go ahead, shit right in his mouth, I do it all the time!"
"Do it, Lucy, Shit. Shit in his nasty little mouth!"
Lucy relaxed her anus, and the camera moved in to show the elastic ring stretch outward, almost wrapping around little Tony's tongue tip. Lucy farted out loudly, spraying him with small wet flecks everywhere.
This was followed by a noisily released, wet, loose bowel movement right into the lips of little Tony's mouth. Lucy let the tepid diarrhea dribble out as she pushed her ass back to his mouth as hard as she could, squeezing harder to evacuate a brown, mushy stool out. Even as it was pushing out, Tony was pushing his tongue against it, smearing it over his lips and teeth as it filled his mouth, smearing it into Lucy's crack and pushing it against her little pussy.
When his mouth was full, he merely moved his head back a little, letting her shit cover his lips, nose, and face. Staring at the girls, he used his hands to scoop the soft load from his face and proceeded to totally cover and massage his little boy chest with shit. Then, pursing his lips, he pushed the remaining shit out of his mouth, making it look as though his anus had been transplanted below his nose. The shit dropped onto his crotch, covering his sparse pubic hair and his hard, tiny erection.
Sheri stood up, and standing behind little Tony, started pissing on the top of his head as he knelt between Lucy's legs.
Lucy looked down at him, her puffy little slit even with his eyes, and she let her bladder release with all the force she could muster, spraying a long, twisting rope of smelly yellow urine right at his shit-smeared face.
Tony just stared blissfully as the liquid covered his face and filled his mouth. He constantly spit some out onto his shit-covered lap and swallowed small amounts as the spray continued. Finally, he pushed his gross face right into the thick, pudding-like mess he had left around Lucy's asshole. He was so smeared with shit from his earlier ministrations that he could hardly breathe.
Sheri and Lucy both snickered as they listened to him rutting in her smelly excrement. Sheri, standing by the bed now, pushed the tip of her foot into the foul, soft turd she had dropped onto the floor earlier, squishing the smelly substance between her toes. She waved her foot around in circles in front of Lucy, making. Finally, Lucy grabbed her foot and, holding it in both hands, ordered little Tony to suck it clean.
Tony turned around immediately and, one by one, sucked her nasty toes into his mouth, cleaning the thick, smelly shit from between each one slowly, sucking them like Lucy had earlier sucked his little dick.
Lucy was clearly taking off again, losing all control of her inhibitions. Leaning close to Tony, she turned his outrageously stained face towards hers and kissed his nasty little mouth. She held him there, pushing her tongue out of her mouth to lick at the combined shit coating his lips that had come from Sheri's rectum and her own. All the time they kissed, their eyes stayed open on each other's, staring incredulously at the other. Finally, Tony pulled his little mouth away from Lucy's and, turning his stare to Sheri's eyes, hacked up from deep in his throat a mix of slimy green mucus, spit, and gooey brown-stained phlegm, his cheeks swelled slightly as his little mouth worked the mixture around, squishing it between his brown-stained teeth. Lucy turned her eyes to Sheri and smirked with embarrassment as she moved her mouth back to Tony's, allowing him to slowly let the gross goo drool in a long rope of slime from his mouth to hers.
Sheri once again showed her natural craving for defilement by putting her own mouth to Lucy's as soon as Tony's deposit had been made and loudly sucked everything from her mouth into her own, backing away and swallowing lewdly. Lucy held her mouth open in front of Sheri's, obviously hoping she might puke it back into her mouth, but she was finished.
Turning back to little Tony, Lucy rolled over on her tummy and waved her bum back and forth until he pushed his nose and chin, settling into the crack of her nasty ass. Lucy relaxed back onto the bed as he slowly licked layer after layer of shit off Lucy's white skin. Every so often, he would spit it back out onto her ass, letting it dribble against her little bunghole, then slowly drool down the lips of her little cunt, making her sticky and smellier. Every so often, he would lock his little mouth lips to her rectum and suck while she pushed what little shit was left in her into his filthy mouth.
Sheri kneeled on the bed in front of Lucy, becoming the first link in a chain of lips glued to asshole. Lucy kept her mouth on Sheri's and inhaled deeply as she farted moist, tepid, shit-speckled gas into Lucy's mouth. Raising herself, she got into a position that allowed Lucy to glue her greedy lips to her puffy cunt crease and suck while she peed her last bit of hot, yellow piss into her mouth. Lucy was clearly in heaven, truly relishing this filth Sheri fed her.
"Now blow Tony!" Sheri commanded, "Suck all the shit off his little prick till he spits in your mouth!"
Lucy turned immediately, driving her face into the soft brown pile of shit that covered Tony's little boy prick. She was beyond any inhibition and sucked the filth from him like fudge sauce, puking it up right on top of the shit covering him and then licking the combined mess right back into her sewer-sucking lips. She held his little prick hard between her lips and, gripping his little prong tight with shit-smeared fingers, she jerked the filthy little pole until it finally spit up his little spermier offering. She turned back to Sheri, showing her thick, brown-covered face and mouth, with its little coating of white spunk floating on the brown paste in her mouth.
"Swallow everything," whispered Sheri soothingly. Lucy swallowed over and over, a filthy grin on her face, as she did her bidding.
"Phew," said Sandy, "That's the nastiest, filthiest, obscene, disgusting, warped, unnatural, sick, twisted, depraved, degenerate, lascivious and just plain dirty thing I've ever seen."I must have come a dozen times.
"Lascivious," smiled Sue, bending over to suck at the red tip of Jim's throbbing dick and lick the streaks of clear pre-cum that dribbled down the twitching shaft. Sandy giggled and joined her, the two tonguing and kissing until a couple of minutes later Jim groaned and squirted a load of white sticky sperm into the two waiting mouths.
6 Cooking Lessons
It was getting late and the three were exhausted and hungry, so naked as the day they were born, they all went to the kitchen to see what they could rustle up to eat.
Sandy started it. While she was opening a can of beer, she gave it a good shaking and pointed it at Jim. The stream of cold foam covered him, and he yelled out loud. "What the fuck!"
Sue turned, startled, and then laughed when she saw Jim trying to wipe the sticky beer foam off his hairy body. Jim turned to chase Sandy, but she was too fast for him and ran until she turned to pour the rest of the beer over him. He caught her and the two fell, laughing, to the floor where they rolled around fighting. Jim pinned Sandy to the floor and grabbed a bag of mayonnaise off the table, which he squirted over Sandy's delicious tits.
"Hey!" she cried, "That's not fair. You're bigger than she is."
She got hold of a bottle of tomato ketchup and shook it out over Jim's back and ass, rubbing the bright red sauce all over his body.
Jim stood, his prick slowly rising as an erection took hold, and felt his back. "Aw shit, Sue. Not you as well?"
Sue poked her tongue out at him and wiggled her tits. Jim looked at the table, not finding what he wanted, he went to a cabinet and took out a large jar of honey.
"Now you're going to get it too," he whispered as he crept across the floor towards Sue who backed up until she was cornered. Jim emptied the rich sticky honey all over her tits and belly, covering her in streaks of golden syrup that slid slowly down her body to mingle with her blond thatch and run in thin dribbles down the inside of her thighs.
"Oh shit," she cried as she cupped her breasts in her hands, trying to contain the honey.
Sandy was stood behind Jim. "Oh, Jim sweety," she cried in a little girl voice.
Jim turned to be met by a spray can of whipped cream that Sandy directed all over his lower belly and prick until he was covered completely with a thick layer of white cream.
"That's a lot of cum you're pumping out there, Jim. We really must be some sexy ladies to get you to cum like that," she quipped.
"I'll show you," he shouted as he grabbed her and pulled her against him, the soft white cream trapped by their bodies fountaining up between Sandy's tits. Sue grabbed him from behind, practically sticking to him with the thick layer of honey that covered her. The three fell to the floor in a jumbled heap, Sandy underneath them all. Jim pushed his prick up inside her dripping cunt and started to fuck her madly. Sue knelt over her face so that Sandy and Jim could lick the sweet honey from her breasts and cunt.
Sue got up and went to the vegetable stand as Sandy and Jim rolled over so that Sandy was on top, bouncing her multicolored body up and down on Jim's ever harder erection. Sue returned and raised Jim's legs so that she could force a large carrot up inside his asshole. The cream and honey on his body lubricated the channel and the carrot slid up the tight shit hole without problem. Jim groaned and pushed his body up in the air, filling Sandy completely with his huge prick. Sue shoved a banana up her own cunt and frigged at herself as she offered the honey-sweetened fruit to Sandy, who ate and sucked at the white flesh of the fruit that protruded obscenely from her friend's blond cunt. Jim pushed Sandy off him and grabbed at Sue, lifting her onto the kitchen table and thrusting his huge cock into her banana-filled cunt. Sue screamed as the fruit was pushed up inside her while Jim fucked mindlessly at her. Sandy got up on the table and sat on Sue's face, plastering her with her cream-covered cunt. They grabbed Sue's tits and twisted her nipples so that she screamed even more as her hand found her clit and masturbated it crazily.
Jim pulled his prick from her cunt and shot a stream of white sperm over Sandy, who mixed it with the cream that covered her body. She squirmed on Sue's face as she massaged her tits, pulling them up so she could lick at the nipples. She arched forward as she came, taking Jim's spurting prick in her mouth as the orgasm swept her.
She lifted off Sue's face a few inches and looked down at her cunt as she pissed a stream of white pee that covered Sue's tits. Jim bent down and put his face next to Sandy's cunt, licking and sucking at the piss stream while Sue licked at the drops that fell on her face. She came as well, screaming out in ecstasy as her banana and cum-filled cunt convulsed, squirting gobs of mashed banana out. Jim dropped between her legs and sucked at the fruit as it squirted out, savoring the taste of the pussy-drenched fruit. He rose and shared a mouthful with Sandy who licked at his mouth and her own piss streaks which covered his face.
Both girls knelt in front of Jim and licked at the point of his twitching prick from which streams of clear cum dribbled to the floor. He held his prick in his hand and closed his eyes as he rubbed the soft end of it over the two lovely faces at his crotch. He pissed, slow at first and then harder, and the two girls went wild, sucking and licking at the stream. They grabbed his prick and pointed the stream over themselves, washing at the mess that covered their shapely bodies. Suddenly Sue squeezed Jim's prick, cutting off the flow. She jumped up on the table and spread her legs, pulling Jim's prick towards her cunt. Sandy got the idea and joined in, helping to push the end of Jim's prick up into the ravaged cunt. Jim forced himself to pee, and directed the stream up inside Sue. She shouted and raved as the acid liquid invaded her body. Sandy rubbed at Sue's clit and licked at the prick and cunt, a mess of cream, mashed banana, cunt juice, sperm and piss. When Jim had finished, he pulled from Sue's cunt and she crouched on the table as the other two bent to watch the piss dribble from the red gash of her cunt. Sandy bent over to lick at the golden liquid falling from Sue's body and Jim joined her. When the two were completely under her crotch, Sue grabbed them both with arms and thighs as she too pissed out the beer they'd drunk earlier, covering their squirming faces with a flood of hot urine.
They collapsed on the floor. The kitchen was a complete mess and they were covered with all kinds of liquids and creams. Jim groaned, turning his back to them and bending over to show them his asshole, still filled with the carrot end.
"Give me a hand with this, girls," he implored.
They laughed and grabbed at the end of the carrot, but the slippery surface gave no purchase. They laughed at their own efforts, but gradually became more concerned as they could not budge the vegetable from Jim's tight asshole. Jim did not think it funny at all and was getting pissed off.
"Come on," he cried, "Get the fucking thing out of my ass."
"Looks like you're going to have to shit it out," said Sue.
"Or wait until it rots," added Sandy.
It was Sue who had the idea. She found a large, wooden-handled corkscrew and as Sandy held Jim steady, she wound it up in the carrot until it was firmly embedded. Then she pulled on the handle and the carrot slowly slid from Jim's tortured ass. He turned and Sue smiled at him as she held it up in the air, the shit streaks prominent on the red surface.
"A successful operation, I think," she said.
"Successful? Successful operation?" said Jim, his arms akimbo. "Have you seen the fucking mess in this place? Have you any idea how painful it was to have that thing shoved up my ass? Successful? Shit, it's a disaster. Look at us. We look like a group of madmen."
"I'm not a man," huffed Sandy as she grabbed a broom and started clearing everything up.
In ten minutes the kitchen was spick and span. They had a quick shower together, during which they were all grateful that nothing started again, although nobody admitted it. They finally rustled up some food and could all fall into Jim's huge bed. They kissed and cuddled, felt and fondled themselves and their partners, enjoying the warmth and feel of their bodies until finally sleep overtook them all.
7 Arrangements
They awoke to another glorious day in California. They stretched their bodies and then kissed, the three together, Jim underneath the two girls. Suddenly Sandy jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom.
"I'm bursting," she cried.
The other two followed, but Sandy was already sat on the toilet, the heavy sound of her piss filling their ears.
"Come on," shouted Sue, jumping from foot to foot, "I can't wait."
Jim grabbed his prick and stood to one side of Sandy.
"Open your legs a bit, honey," he said as he directed a solid stream at her bush. Sandy yelled and spread her thighs so that Jim could piss into the narrow gap of her crotch. They watched as the two piss streams mingled.
"Isn't that sweet," said Sue.
She spread her legs and sat on Sandy's thighs, pulling open the fat lips of her cunt.
"If you can do it, so can I," she said to Jim.
Unfortunately, her first squirt hit Sandy just below the tits, but she pushed out her belly and bent forward as far as she could so the stream hit Sandy right on the cunt. However, this meant that Jim's piss bounced off Sue's tits to cover the two girls. Sue laughed as she pushed Jim's pissing cock to one side and jumped up, piss still streaming from her cunt to splatter all over Sandy's legs and drip to the bathroom floor. Sandy joined her, the three standing in a circle around the toilet, pissing together.Jim was waving his cock around, and the girls were spreading their cunt lips and moving their hips so that the three streams mingled as they fell into the toilet.
They finished, laughing as they looked at each other.
"We're going to have to work this out," said Jim.
"Yeah. Work it out with a pencil," said Sandy.
"Don't be crude," said Sue. "Let's shower."
They got into the shower and soaped each other up. Of course, Jim got a big hard-on, and the girls only made it worse by rubbing their pert asses against him and pressing their tits together and lewdly kissing in front of Jim. Finally, Sue stood behind him with her cunt pressed up against his ass, jacking him off over Sandy's tits as she knelt in front of him, the two whispering obscenities in his ear.
"Come on, big boy, come all over my tits. Cover me with your lovely hot cum."
"That's it, Jim. Cum on her tits. Give the horny bitch what she wants. Cum in her face. Cover the slut with your juice. Can you feel my cunt on your ass? I'm getting off too, as I jack off your cock on the cunt's face."
"Give it to me. Cum in my face. I want to drink your cum, Jim baby. Can't you see me frigging my clit? I'm hot for your cum. Tell that hot bitch humping your ass to pump harder. I can't wait for your sperm on my body."
Jim came with a tremendous spurt of cum that splashed across Sandy's tits to finish on her face. Sue pumped at the cock, squirting the shots of white sperm into her friend's mouth as she mashed her cunt hard up against Jim's clenched ass.
"Don't drink it all," she cried to Sandy as she joined her, the two passing and savoring Jim's cum from mouth to mouth. Jim joined them, licking his own cum that dripped from Sandy's tits and finally sharing the sticky fluid that the girls laved from mouth to mouth.
They went to get dressed, the girls running naked to the terrace to find the clothes they'd thrown on the floor the night before. The only clothes they had were those they'd arrived in, the minis and tops, with no panties or bras.
"Hey, Jim," shouted Sue. "We've got to go to our places and pick up some things."
"Sure," replied Jim as he came over. "Look, I've got a few things I've got to do this morning. Why don't you take the Jaguar and pick up your stuff? Don't forget to give notice to the Super that you won't be coming back."
"Gee, I don't know about this," said Sue. "Are you sure you want us living here with you and all?"
"Listen," said Jim as he put an arm around each of them, pulling them close together in front of him and kissing them both. "I've never been more sure about anything. This past week has been one of the best of my life, and now I've found you two, I don't want to let you go."
"Oh, Jim, we don't want to go either, do we, Sue?" said Sandy, "It's just we want you to be sure before we give up our apartments and all. We're sure if you are, aren't we, honey?"
"Yes," said Sue. "I've never wanted anything more."
"Look," said Jim, pulling his wallet from his hip pocket and taking out a platinum-colored credit card. "This is for you, Sue. Sandy, I'll get yours on Monday. OK?"
"Shit, I guess so. What is it?"
"Well, it's a rotating credit platinum card. I've budgeted fifty thousand a month, but if you need more, just let me know. OK?"
"What's this?" said Sue, skewing her hips and looking at Jim in a mean sort of way. "You think we're hookers or something to buy off?"
"Hey, baby," said Jim, holding up his hands defensively. "Don't get pissed off. You're my girlfriends, my lovers. This is just to have fun. My money is your money. OK? I've got my lawyers looking into some kind of arrangement, which was supposed to be a surprise. My management company pays the card off every month. Use it or not is up to you, but if you're going to give up your jobs and all, I reckon you're going to need some cash. OK?"
Sue and Sandy looked at each other and then smiled.
"Sorry, honey," said Sue. "I shouldn't have doubted you. It's just that this is all too wonderful to believe. I'm not pissed off. Really. I'm touched and I love you."
"Great. You had me worried there for a moment. Thought it was all going to fall apart."
"Don't worry, Jim baby. We both love you, and we want to be with you forever. We'll be back soon, and we'll all have some fun. O.K.," said Sandy as she kissed him.
Sue joined in, and they exchanged one of their now traditional three-way smooches. Sandy started feeling up Sue's tits as she caressed Jim's ass while he felt Sandy's cunt.
"Come on," he said, breaking away and handing Sue the keys to the Jag. "Don't get sentimental on me. Hurry up or we won't get anything done this morning."
They kissed again, and the two girls got into the car, backing it out and driving away with a wave.
They drove down the canyon road to the highway in silence. Finally, Sandy turned to her friend.
"Is this real?" she asked.
"Shit, I don't know if it's real or not. But I do know that I'm having a whale of a time. I'm getting the best, kinkiest and dirtiest sex I've ever imagined with two people I really care about. I don't give a shit if it's real or not, I'm just going with the flow."
"Love you too," said Sandy, leaning over to kiss her friend. "Where do we go first, your place or mine?"
"Don't get corny. Mine's furthest. We'll go there and pick up my stuff, come back to yours, and then we'll see if this card really works. O.K."
They got to Sue's place, and she grabbed some clothes and undergarments.
"You're not going to have much use for this stuff," said Sandy, holding up the small pair of beige panties from Thursday's shopping.
"The best part of putting them on is taking them off again," said Sue as she shucked off her clothes and rummaged around looking for something to put on. Sandy admired the way her breasts swung around and the curve of her ass with the blond bush of her cunt visible between her thighs. She pulled up her skirt and got behind Sue, pushing her cunt against the blonde's ass and reaching around to hold her tits.
"I love your body, Sue. I want to make it with you all the time."
Sue turned and pulled up Sandy's top so that their tits could rub together.
"I love you too, Sandy. I could fuck you all day long," she said as she kissed her passionately on the lips. They stood there, feeling each other up and rubbing their tits and cunts together.
"Shit," said Sue breathlessly, breaking away from the embrace. "I think we'd better cool it a bit or we won't get anywhere."
She pulled on a fresh skirt and a blouse as Sandy stood there, masturbating her dripping cunt.
"Come and suck on my tit a second, I'm almost coming," she moaned. Sue bent and took the turgid nipple in her mouth as Sandy worked furiously at her dripping cunt, shuddering as she came.
"That was lovely," she murmured as she licked at the wetness in her hand, offering it to Sue, who took three fingers in her mouth and sucked, savoring the now familiar taste of Sandy's cunt.
"Let's get over to your place," said Sue, who grabbed her bag and started towards the door without a backwards glance.
Sue told the Super that she would be gone for a month and that she'd let him know if she was giving the place up or not.
They drove over to Sandy's place.
"Shit, they don't clean anything around here, this doorknob's all sticky," said Sandy as they pushed into her apartment.
"Don't forget your toolbox," said Sue, smiling sweetly.
"My toolbox? Oh! Shit, yeah, got to take my toys with us. Imagine what we're going to do to Jim with this stuff."
"Fuck, right on," said Sue as she rubbed at her cunt through the thin material of her skirt. "It's getting me hot just thinking about it."
Sandy came over and stood in front of her as she too rubbed at herself.
"Dirty blonde cunt," she said. "Can't leave your hot pussy alone, can you?"
"Just like you, you dirty bitch. Love it when I piss on you, don't you, slut? Is that what you're thinking about while you frig at your cunt? My piss."
They moved closer together, their faces inches from each other and their hands bumping as they furiously rubbed at their cunts.
"I've seen you licking at my ass as well, bitch. You like my shit just as much, cuntlapper. Covered in my shit and piss is heaven for you, dirty slut."
"Oh, fuck, I love to masturbate," moaned Sue as she bent forward to kiss Sandy. The doorbell rang, disturbing the moment.
"Shit," said Sandy, "Who the fuck could that be? We were just about there."
"Yeah, I was almost coming. Who the fuck has the bad grace to disturb two female masturbators when they're just about to cum?" said Sue as she followed Sandy to the door, standing behind her, feeling her tits and rubbing her cunt against Sandy's ass as she looked through the spy glass.
"Shit, it's Pauline. I'd forgotten today is Saturday," she said as she opened the door.
Pauline slid in the door and leaned back against the wall. She pulled up her short skirt and thrust her hand down the front of her pants, rubbing like crazy at her cunt.
"Oh, thank God you're here, Aunty Sandy," she moaned as she continued to masturbate furiously, spreading her slim legs as wide as she could. Sue and Sandy looked at her in amazement and then went one on each side of her.
"What's the matter, honey?" asked Sue as she stroked the girl's hair.
"I've been like this since Thursday night," she cried. "All that shitting and pissing and rubbing off. It drove me wild. I rubbed off all night and the next day in school, thinking of your lovely tits and pussies. I got so tired that everyone thought I was ill. I came home early and then rubbed off some more."
"Oh, let me suck on your tit, Aunty Sandy," she moaned as she pulled at Sandy's top with her free hand.
Sandy pulled up her top, and the young girl went crazy as she sucked and licked at the beautiful breasts.
"Will you look at this little bitch," she exclaimed, "She's sex crazy."Sue moved closer to the girl and pulled up her skirt so she could rub her cunt on the teenager's thigh.
"Ah! Yes!" cried Pauline as she pushed her pants down and returned the pressure, not stopping her furious rubbing at her young cunt.
"Rub your pussy on my leg, Aunty Sue. Get off on my leg as I rub my pussy."
She looked down as the blond muff slid up and down, leaving a wet trail on the smooth flesh.
"Oh shit, I've been crazy for this. When I got home from school, I stripped off and danced naked around the house rubbing at my pussy. I guess I came three or four times. Then I went into the bathroom and lay down in the shower so I could put my legs up on the wall and piss all over myself as I rubbed off."
Suddenly she pushed off the wall and ran towards the bedroom, skirt pulled up and legs spread wide, her hand still frigging at her cunt.
"Piss," she cried. "Piss. Can we piss, Aunty Sandy? Can we all piss and play with each other? Please. Will you fuck my ass again, Aunty Sue? Oh, fuck. I'm so hot. Say you will. Please."
"Will you look at that hot little bitch," said Sandy.
"Oh, am I going to fuck this little piece of cunt," said Sue as she flicked at her clit, erect and proud between her cunt lips, "You heard what she said. She wants to be pissed on and fucked up the ass."
The two women went wild. The young girl's crazy sexuality and the innocence of her aspect were a heady combination they could not resist. They pulled off their clothes and went to her. Sue knelt in front of the young girl and pushed the furiously frigging hand away so she could suck on the virgin pussy. Sandy held the young girl's face in two hands and brought it down to her tits. The girl sucked on Sandy's prominent nipples as she humped her cunt against Sue's exploring tongue. Sandy pulled Pauline's clothes off until she was naked, her slim young body twisting and turning as she clutched at her own small breasts and bucked the lightly haired mound that rose from the base of her flat stomach against Sue's face.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah," she cried as she came, her young body shaking with the throes of orgasm. As soon as the spasms died, she dropped to her knees to suck at Sandy's cunt.
"I love your pussy, Aunty Sandy," she cried. "I wanted it last night but there was no one here, so I rubbed off on the door knob as I waited."
Sue knelt behind her and frigged at the girl's cunt as she pushed a finger up the tight asshole. She reamed it in and out as Pauline sucked on Sandy's pussy, the lips spread wide to cover most of her face as she forced her tongue deep into the burning fuck hole. The girl wriggled and raised her hips so that Sue's finger could slide deeper up inside the tight ass.
Sue reamed the girl's asshole and frigged at the overworked cunt as Sandy swayed from side to side, rubbing her clit across the girl's nose. Finally, she pulled it slowly from the clenching anus and after smelling it and running her tongue up the length of it, she held it up for Sandy to do the same.
"Let's get this hot little item to where we can cool her down a bit," said Sue, bending to lick at the little puckered nub between the wide-spread cheeks of the girl's ass.
Sandy backed towards the bathroom, dragging along Pauline who clung to her hips as she sucked avidly at the brunette's gorgeous cunt, lapping and licking at the juices which flooded her face. Sandy sat back on the toilet, spreading her legs wide and rubbing and pulling at her own nipples.
"That's it, honey. Suck my cunt. Fuck me with that lovely tongue. Oh shit, you're hot."
Sue followed them in with one of Sandy's double-headed dildos shoved up her cunt, the long black penis swinging obscenely between her legs as she walked. She knelt behind Pauline's slim body and massaged her tits on the young flesh of the girl's back as she rubbed the thick black prick over her small but hot and juicy cunt. She grabbed the prick and masturbated it as a man would.
"Get ready, cunt. This might hurt," she whispered in the girl's ear as she pushed the blunt end against the tight asshole, finally forcing it through the band of tight muscle to fill the young girl's bowels.
Pauline moaned, her cries of pain muffled by Sandy's wetness as Sue started to fuck at the asshole, the long prick transmitting the girl's movements up into her own feverish cunt.
Sandy came with a scream as she grabbed Pauline's head and pulled it hard up against her seething cunt, wildly moving it from side to side. She pushed the girl away so that Sue fell backwards with Pauline lying on top of her, their legs spread wide allowing Sandy to see the thick black dick that emerged from her lover's blond cunt to disappear beneath Pauline's nubile pussy.
Sue held the girl firm as Sandy crouched over them and sat on the firm young breasts, forcing one of the turgid nipples up inside her own cunt. She looked down at the girl as she rocked back and forth, the pink nipple pushed up hard against her distended clit. Pauline's face was glazed with cunt juice and her eyes rolled from side to side as she reached down to rub at herself with one hand while she felt at Sandy's tits with the other.
"Piss in her face," cried Sue, "Clean off your pussy juice with your piss."
Sandy crouched with her hands on her knees over Pauline's face, her cunt spread wide. Sue and Pauline could see up inside the red gash at the wet hole and erect clitoris, framed with a halo of black curly hairs that glistened with drops of cunt juice.
They watched as the small piss hole expanded and a stream of yellow pee splashed out over Pauline's face. The teenager opened her mouth and lapped at the yellow liquid, smacking her lips as she sucked and licked at the stream.
"Piss in your face and a cock up your asshole. That what you want, isn't it, bitch?" whispered Sue as she joined Pauline feasting on the piss stream that splashed from between Sandy's widely spread legs. She filled her mouth with Sandy's piss and then raised her head, squirting the urine out over Sandy's tits.
"Shit," cried Pauline. "Shit on us Aunty Sandy."
Sandy crouched lower and the two writhing females rolled over so they could lick and suck at her cunt and asshole, the long dildo sliding from Sue's cunt to lay glistening like a new turd as it hung from Pauline's anus. Sandy pushed and farted, the brown nub of her ass opening slowly to allow a large brown turd to flop out. They moaned as they caught it in their hands and spread it over their bodies, covering their tits and stomachs with a layer of shit.
"Now you, bitch. Shit for us," cried Sue, masturbating herself with a shit-covered hand.
Pauline got up and crouched down. The dildo hung from her asshole, the end dragging across Sue's heaving tits. The girl took hold of it and pulled, crying out as the monstrosity slid from her aching asshole to flop across Sue's heaving stomach. Sandy got down next to Sue and kissed her face as she shoved a finger up Pauline's dripping cunt. The skin on the girl's narrow hips shone in the light, small blond hairs barely visible on the smooth expanse of her buttocks. The young girl's asshole was barely a darker shade than the smooth flesh which surrounded it, and Sue raised her head to lick at the nub as Pauline pushed, her tortured bowels straining. The hole expanded and the shit appeared as Pauline continued to push a large, long turd out that fell on Sue's tits. At the same time, the teenager started to pee, covering Sandy's thrusting finger with a stream of white piss. Sue arched her body upwards to catch the long sausage of shit between her tits and then turned to Sandy and held her tight so that Pauline's shit squashed between their breasts as they slid against each other.
Sandy pulled Pauline's pissing cunt up towards their faces and they both licked and sucked on the young pussy as Pauline forced more piss to squirt from between the lips of her lovely cunt. She turned and fell on top of them, her cunt still spraying its stream of liquid delight as the two women fought to get closer to her ass and cunt, the young girl pushing her face between their bodies to suck and lick at the juices that dripped from the women's cunts.
Sue came with a scream as her thrusting fingers and Pauline's avid sucking caused her dripping, shit-covered cunt to convulse in orgasm.
Pushing Pauline off her, Sue stood over the two, Sandy still writhing on the shit-smeared floor, thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt.
"Come here, you little cunt," she cried as she grabbed Pauline by the hair and pulled her between her legs, the young girl's piss- and shit-smeared face inches from her cunt.
"Tell me what you want, cunt," she murmured, holding the girl still with a fistful of hair.
Sandy howled at the spectacle and arched her body up, her hand a blur as it masturbated at her reeking cunt. She reached over and found the dildo which she pushed up inside herself.
"Make the little bitch suffer a bit, the hot little slut. Did you see the way she was fucking herself when she came in," she cried as she got behind the kneeling girl and rubbed her body on the long smooth back, her feverish cunt plastered to the firm swelling of the teenage ass.
"Can't stop rubbing off on your clit, can you bitch. Piss and shit, the smell and the taste turned you on, didn't they, cunt?" Sandy whispered in the girl's ear as she reached around to grab at the small, pink-tipped breasts.
"Tell me, bitch," said Sue, pulling at the girl's hair.
"I want to suck your cunt, Aunty Sue," whispered the girl.
"I want to suck your cunt," mimicked Sue. "Tell me what you want, bitch. Tell me exactly what you want, cuntface, or it'll be the worse for you. And don't use prissy words like pussy. What I've got between my legs is a cunt. Got it?"
"I want to suck your cunt, Aunty Sue."
"What else, shit tit?"
"I want you to piss in my face.""Say it again."
"I want to suck your cunt and I want your piss in my face."
"Say it louder."
"I want to suck your cunt as you piss in my face, Aunty Sue."
Sue pulled apart the lips of her cunt and rubbed it in the girl's face, the shit and cunt juice smearing her angelic features. Sue relaxed and let herself go.
"Suck on it, cunt. Suck my piss up, you cuntlapper," she cried as a stream of urine shot from her cunt and showered the girl in streams of golden rain. Pauline turned her face to the stream and opened her mouth, her hand between her legs as she worked at herself, wriggling slightly to feel Sandy's shit-covered breasts slide across her back.
She took a mouthful of piss and turned her head so that Sandy could join her. She shot the urine out between her teeth so that it splashed down her body as Sandy licked at the corners of her mouth, savoring the taste of Sue's piss. Sue moved from side to side, spraying the two crouching girls with her pee so that their bodies glistened with wetness. Sandy kissed Pauline, a deep and passionate kiss that filled them both with emotion. She held and licked at the girl's mouth, her tongue exploring and her hands feeling her body until Pauline shuddered once more with orgasm.
They all flopped on the floor, exhausted. Their bodies were covered with streaks of shit and piss, their legs flung wide to expose their cunts, red and angry from so much abuse, the pubic hairs plastered to their bodies with cunt juice and shit.
"Oh fuck, that was great," gasped Sue, "Come here, honey," she said to Pauline, who crawled over to nestle in Sue's open arms, her head resting on the blonde's shit-streaked breasts.
Sue cleared Pauline's hair from her face and kissed her forehead, stroking the gasping girl back to normality.
"Shit, she's beautiful," said Sandy as she admired the curves and slopes of the perfect, slim young body. "Come on, you two. We'd better get this place cleaned up."
They swabbed the floor, the three still naked, enjoying the sight and contact of their bodies as they cleaned the bathroom until they themselves could stand beneath the shower to wash away the shit, piss and cunt juice that streaked their bodies like the tribal markings of a lost African tribe.
They washed and soaped, fingering each other's bodies, feeling assholes and cunts. Their nipples rose and the hard points drew lines in the soap that clung to their bodies. They kissed, holding and feeling the soft female curves and resilient breasts. Pauline, trapped between the two, her head surrounded by breasts, two nipples in her mouth as four hands worked at her cunt and ass while two pussies slid up and down her rigid thighs, came once more. They went back into the bedroom and flopped on the bed, a jumbled pile of flesh, where they dozed.
"Hey," said Sue, "let's organize something special for Jim."
"Yeah, that would be great," cried Sandy, jumping off the bed and rummaging around for some clothes.
"Who is Jim?" queried Pauline.
"You'll find out," said Sue, "Hey, what are you doing tonight, can you come over with us to a friend's house? Maybe spend the night."
"Sure. I was supposed to come over and ask if I could stay. My Mom's got a heavy date and wanted me to call a friend, but I said I'd prefer to stay with Aunty Sandy, and she said that's OK."
"Great. Let's see what we can do. Let me think a minute," said Sue.
"What about a real little girl show for Jim? That's kinky, and I'd go for it too," said Sandy.
"Just the trick," said Sue. "Pauline, go next door and bring over your school uniform and some underwear, real sensible stuff, you know. We'll let you play with the sexy stuff later."
Pauline grabbed some clothes and went next door while Sandy and Sue tried to decide what they would wear. They decided to dress alike in tight minis and black stockings with sheer blouses on top. They set about fixing each other's hair and were just finishing when Pauline came back.
"Here's my uniform. I hate it. Ugh," she said.
"Just wait," said Sue, "Come over here and strip off."
Pauline pulled off the few clothes she had on and stood there, naked.
"Shit, you're beautiful," said Sue, picking up a starched white shirt. "Put this on first."
Pauline took the shirt and put it on, the crisp white material stretched over her breasts, allowing her nipples to be just perceived beneath the surface.
"Great," said Sue.
"Gee, you look sexy like that," said Sandy, admiring the way the long tanned legs disappeared under the virginal white shirt.
"Come on. Put this on now," said Sue, holding out the pleated skirt. Pauline wriggled her teenage ass into the skirt and did it up. It came down to her knees.
"I think we're going to have to do something here," said Sue. "Roll the waist band over a few times to shorten it a little."
Pauline rolled up the waist band until the hem was at mid-thigh.
"Oh yes. Now we're getting there," exclaimed Sue, admiring the way Pauline's ass pushed out the back of the skirt so that it hung free from her legs, the way to her cunt more open and available, while the innocent schoolgirl image she projected denied access.
"Spin around, Sugar Pop," she instructed, sitting her naked ass on the sofa. Pauline twirled and the skirt rose briefly, giving her a flash of a tight, high teenage ass, the cheeks well apart so she could glimpse the lightly haired cunt nestled between the slim thighs.
"Oh, yes," she said, "We're definitely getting there now."
"I'll say," said Sandy, massaging a nipple with one hand while the other slid over her prominent, black-haired, mound.
"Let's get your hair done, Pauline," said Sue, sitting her in a chair. They combed her hair out and set it in two pigtails that stuck out on either side of her head.
"Perfect. Now help us dress too."
Pauline knelt and picked up a pair of stockings, which she rolled up and held out for Sandy's foot. She unrolled the stocking up the long leg until it stopped, about three inches below Sandy's cunt. She moved her face close and inhaled, savoring the warm smell of a musky cunt. She repeated the process with the second stocking and then bent forward to kiss Sandy's cunt. She turned to Sue and did the same for her while Sandy wriggled into the tight stretch material mini that molded her belly and ass, highlighting her hips and the valley of her cunt. Her mound was just visible, pushing the material slightly out at the juncture of her legs. Pauline sat on the floor as Sue put her skirt on, straining forward to be able to see the blonde muff beneath the skirt, the white thigh tops flashes of brilliance against the black stockings. She fell back with her head on the floor and looked up between Sue's legs, enjoying the view of the long legs, ass and cunt. She wriggled a bit and put her hand between her legs. Sandy watched the young girl, admiring the sight of her long legs barely covered by her skirt that was pulled up almost to her pussy, allowing the start of her ass to be seen.
Pauline stood and bent to kiss one of Sue's nipples as Sandy finished pulling on the thin blouse which left nothing to the imagination. Pauline whirled and kissed Sandy on the lips, rubbing her young body against that of the older woman.
"I'm getting hot again," she moaned, "I've got to rub off again."
Sue looked at the image of this schoolgirl trying to rape Sandy and heated up herself.
"Come and rub off here, baby," she cried as she knelt on the floor and held up a breast, the nipple long and turgid. "Come and tit fuck me, honey."
Pauline pulled up her short skirt and spread her legs wide, hobbling towards Sue as she rubbed at her cunt. Sue moved so her tit was aligned with the youngster's cunt and pushed the nipple up into the fuck hole, the cunt lips spreading to engulf her pink aureole. Pauline humped her body, her legs trembling as she worked her way up the spiral to orgasm.
"Oh shit. This is hot," said Sandy as she knelt behind the jerking young body and pulled open her blouse so she could press her naked breasts against the tight ass.
"Oh, yes. Aunty Sandy, that feels great," gasped the girl.
"Come on, baby, you're almost there," cried Sue, pushing the tit in one hand as far up the little girl's cunt as she could while she frigged at her cunt with the other.
Pauline cried out as she came, juice from her cunt flooding out over Sue's tit as the two women joined her with weaker and less spectacular versions of the teenager's orgasm.
They managed finally to get over to Jim's place. On the way, Sandy and Pauline spent the whole time kissing and fondling, the car reeking with the smell of hot pussy. They went in to the house and looked for Jim. They found him in the pool where he was swimming fast lengths. He finally noticed they were there and pulled himself out of the water in one push, his long hairy body running with water. He was wearing a tight bikini Speedo that barely concealed his thick prick that bulged out from the base of his flat stomach.
"Hi girls," he cried, looking quizzically at the three of them. Sue and Sandy stood one each side of Pauline, their legs spread as far apart as the tight minis would allow, hands on hips and breasts pushed out, while Pauline stood primly, legs together and hands held behind her back, the tension in her shoulders throwing out her young breasts so that her nipples showed as darker patches in the white material of her shirt.
"Go and sit down, Pauline," instructed Sue as she neared Jim, kissing him on the lips and pressing her body against him, oblivious of the water that ran from his body. Sandy went behind him and pushed her cunt hard against his ass as her hands ran over his body and she nibbled at his ear. Pauline turned quickly as she went to sit down, her skirt lifting to give them all a flash of young naked thigh and a hint of ass above."Hey girls, great to see you too but slow it down a bit. Who's the chick?" he said, glancing at Pauline who sat with her back straight and knees together, her eyes downcast and hands folded in her lap.
"That's a friend of Sandy's, she'll be staying with us overnight," said Sue as she continued to kiss him, her now completely transparent blouse making her hard nipples clearly visible.
"Yeah, come on over and say hello to her, Jim," said Sandy, humping her cunt on his ass and raking her fingernails across his body. She pulled Jim over until he was stood in front of Pauline.
The two women could tell she was a turn-on just looking at her, and Jim seemed nervous as he stood there, his prick just inches from her virginal face, concealed only by a thin piece of black material. They stood on either side of him and caressed his body, Sue grabbing a handful of ass and giving it a squeeze.
"Say hello to Jim," instructed Sue.
"H-Hello, Uncle Jim," said Pauline in a tremulous voice, her glancing upward briefly and then returning to stare at the large cock bulge, just inches in front of her eyes. Jim started getting turned on, and his prick swelled slightly, gaining form beneath the tight bikini pants. Pauline gasped, and Jim tried to move away, but the women held him steady.
"Isn't she sexy, Jim?" whispered Sandy in his ear, "Don't you fancy fucking a schoolgirl, Jim? Haven't you thought about that, making it with a fifteen-year-old girl? Look at that face, look at those legs. Don't you want to get under that uniform skirt and suck on her virgin cunt?"
Jim was panting as he looked down, his prick swelling until the bikini pants could hardly hold him. The top edge was now pulled away from his body, his prick clearly visible, the large head prominent and his balls massive.
Pauline moved her knees apart slightly, no more than three inches, but Jim thought it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. His prick surged, and Sue put her hand on it, pulling down the pants so that it flopped out, hanging there, erect and firm, an inch or two from the young girl's face, the bulbous head dripping a clear string of pre-cum from the large pisshole.
"Hey, come on. I'm not doing this," cried Jim, turning and trying to push away.
"Uncle Jim," called Pauline.
"Uh. What?" he replied, turning to look at the schoolgirl who glanced up at him, her large blue eyes locking with his own. He felt a surge through himself, a primeval urge to fuck this tender girl who stared at him so angelically. Sue held his prick and rubbed it gently as Sandy held him firm, rocking her cunt hard against his thigh.
Pauline put her hands on her knees and slowly moved them up her thighs, lifting the skirt as she did so.
"Piss on my cunt, Uncle Jim. It's so hot I'm going to have to rub off again. Can't you cool it down with your piss? Aunty Sue and Aunty Sandy did. We all shit on each other and then pissed ourselves clean. I love piss and shit and masturbating and sucking. But haven't had a man yet."
She spread her legs, exposing her young cunt, the clit clearly visible under the light down that covered it.
"Oh shit," cried Jim at the sight. His prick jerked, a thin stream of clear pre-cum dribbling across the girl's thighs. She ran her finger through it and brought it up to her mouth, sucking the whole finger in as she gazed at him, his heart pounding with the emotion. Sue took hold of his prick and gave it a few hard strokes, pushing him over the top into an orgasm that made his legs tremble. He shot a stream of white cum into the air and across Pauline's face. She moaned and opened her mouth, licking and sucking at the juice that spurted from Jim's prick. Sue pointed the jerking member at the teenager's mouth so that she got the rest of the spurts, collecting the cum in her open mouth as she swirled her tongue around so that it ran out over her chin to drip onto her cunt.
"That's it, baby," crooned Sue, "Eat up his cum. Suck on the end of his prick and get it all out."
"Oh, fuck. I don't believe it. Look at that little girl's mouth full of my cum. Shit, this is incredible," he cried, watching as Pauline started to frig furiously at her cum-stained cunt.
"Like the little cunt, do you, Jim?" said Sandy, pulling up her skirt to rub her naked cunt on his hairy leg. "Like looking at her little face all covered in your sperm as she fingers herself? Well, watch this."
Sandy bent over and kissed Pauline on the lips, licking and sucking at Jim's cum that dripped from the teenager's chin. They kissed and moaned, Sandy fingering at her cunt as she did so. Then she dropped between the girl's thighs and sucked at her cunt and the fingers that sloshed in and out. She grabbed the prominent clitoris between her lips and sucked hard, shaking her head from side to side. Pauline came with a scream, her legs bouncing up and down as she shook her body from side to side, screaming and yelling as her body strained upwards. Sue bent over and sucked on Jim's prick, forcing the half-hard penis into erection as she savored the taste of his cum. Jim slid his hand down her back and fingered her cunt as he watched Sandy and Pauline going at each other. Sue stood up and pulled off her skirt and blouse to stand naked except for the long black stockings that came up almost to her pussy. She reached down and pulled Sandy off Pauline's cunt, pushing her back so she lay spread-legged on the floor, her hand working at her cunt framed by the tight mini and stockings. She grabbed Pauline and pulled her up too, kissing her savagely on the mouth as she felt up the youngster's body and pulled off her clothes so that the girl was naked as well, her curvaceous young body held tight against Sue. She writhed from side to side so her young breasts scraped against Sue's larger ones, and she spread her legs to capture Sue's thigh between her own, rubbing her steaming cunt against the smooth tanned skin.
Sue pulled Jim over to join them, grabbing at his prick and jerking it off, rubbing the end against Pauline's smooth flesh.
"Tell him what you are, Pauline."
"I'm a masturbator," she whispered. "I love to masturbate. I do it all day long. I can't stop. I masturbate in school and at home. I do it in the bathroom and in bed. I spend all my time masturbating. I love it."
"What else do you do?"
"I suck cunt. I like sucking Aunty Sue's and Aunty Sandy's cunts. I love the taste and I like to suck on their cunts when they're all juicy and wet."
"What else? What else do you like, cunt face?"
"Piss. Piss," she cried out, going crazy. She backed away from Sue and stood there rubbing at her cunt with one hand while she squeezed at her tender young breasts with the other. "Piss. I love piss. I can't get enough. I want to be pissed on and shit on and played with. I like to cover myself in piss and shit and masturbate. I love the taste of piss and the smell of shit. I can't get enough. Oh shit, I need some now."
Sandy had stripped also and came over to hold Pauline in her arms, her breasts squashed against the young girl's body. She pulled the still masturbating girl inside the house and indicated to Jim to lie down on the floor. She knelt Pauline over his head, her cunt and hand inches from his face as she rubbed Jim's turgid prick all over the girl's face.
"Lick this, honey, here give it a suck," she crooned as she pushed it into Pauline's mouth. Jim took hold of the slim, boyish hips and pulled her cunt down to his face, sucking and licking at the virgin pussy. He tongued her crack, laving at her anus and returning to suck at the dripping teenage cunt and the fingers that constantly frigged at the red and swollen clit. A shadow fell across him, and he looked up to see Sue kneeling behind the girl, her slim legs and feminine stockings framing her delicious cunt out of which hung a large and obscene latex penis. He gazed up at Sue's cunt and watched as she rubbed the imitation prick on the girl's cunt, covering it with wet. He licked at Sue's cunt and the prick that hung from it, moving under her to also give attention to the asshole behind. He felt surrounded by cunt and ass, and licked crazily at the two female crotches that covered his face. He tried to grab at his prick to jack off, but Sandy pushed his hand away, so he held on to Pauline's tits as she sucked at the end of his hard and long member.
"Pauline likes this, don't you, cunt face?" said Sue as she pushed the end of the lubricated prick against the tight little asshole. The end went in, and Pauline moaned, lifting her head from Jim's prick as he watched the entire length disappear into the young girl's bowels. Sue fucked her slowly, the black rubber penis joining cunt to asshole. He reached up and sucked at both the cunts, tasting the difference and enjoying the sight of all this muff just inches from his face. Sandy took hold of his prick and crouched over it, sliding it up inside her hot fuckhole. She was facing Pauline and she pulled the girl's head between her thighs so that the young girl could suck and lick at her cunt as it slid up and down on Jim's erect and quivering prick.
"Do you want to fuck her, Jim?" asked Sue in her sexy whisper, "Would you like some teenage cunt?"
She pulled out of Pauline's ass and pushed the rubber prick beneath the girl, rubbing it up against her cunt.
"Can you smell that virgin shit hole, Jim? Does that get you going?" she continued, reaching down to grab his hair and pull his head back. She crouched next to him, her thighs spread wide, her blond pussy glistening with the damp that exuded from her hot fuck hole.
"Fuck her, Jim. Show her what a man can do. She's been eating pussy and jerking off for three days and she's cunt crazy."
Jim pushed Pauline over on her back, and Sandy raised her hips, her cunt slowly sliding up his throbbing erection.He crouched over the girl who lay back, her legs wide and her hands grasping at her pussy as she squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms. He pushed the fervent hands away and rubbed his cock in the almost hairless cunt. She returned the pressure, reaching down to press it harder against her erect clit.
"Push it up inside her, Jim. Give her a good fucking. Bust her cherry for her," whispered Sue in his ear.
He moved his prick down to the tight, virginal fuck hole and slowly pushed it in. Pauline moaned and cried out as the monster prick forced its way up through the virgin tract until it lodged against her hymen. She writhed and moaned, and then reached down to grab his ass and pull him into her, screaming out a wild howl as the solid prick burst through into her womb.
Sandy knelt across her head and pulled the sweat-covered face below up against her dripping cunt. She moved back and forth, covering the crying teenager with cunt juice that dripped from her overheated and unsatisfied pussy. Jim started fucking, slowly pumping at the girl's cunt, her hips moving and aiding him as he swept into the age-old rhythm. Pauline freed her mouth from Sandy's cunt and cried out.
"Pull it out when you cum. I want to see it spurt. I want to see your sperm shoot out."
"Hot little bitch, isn't she?" whispered Sue, moving behind him. He felt the pressure on his ass and thought at first she was fingering him, but then the pain came as she forced the lubricated penis up his anus.
"Looks like two virgins are going today," she murmured in his ear as she lay against his back, her breasts burning into him like two points of fire as she joined his beat, fucking his ass as he slid his penis in and out of the young girl's cunt. Pauline cried out, her voice muffled by Sandy's cunt, and lifted her slim legs into the air. Sandy grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, opening the young pussy up until Jim's heavy balls beat a steady rhythm against Pauline's tight little ass. Sue reached around Jim and encircled his cock with finger and thumb, feeling the man meat pound at the little girl's cunt. She moved her hand so she could come in contact with Pauline's erect clit, rubbing it on every stroke. Pauline was in a state of almost continuous orgasm, her cunt spasming and contracting as wave after wave of ecstasy swept her small body. A virtual river of cunt juice dripped from her pussy to run down the crack of her wide-spread ass.
Sue pumped at Jim's asshole, the initial pain giving way to waves of pleasure that swept up his back to accompany the delight the tight cunt was generating in his cock, while Sue shuddered and moaned with the sensations the artificial prick produced in her wet and dripping cunt. The feel of Jim's body beneath hers, the sensation of fucking a man, his hairy back stimulating her breasts and his tight ass rubbing on her thighs drove her wild as she felt the throbbing prick that invaded Pauline's wet cunt.
Sandy was wild with the sights and sounds, the smells and the heat. She cried out as an orgasm swept her again, Pauline's unflinching mouth and tongue doing their magic as Jim bent forward to suck on her heaving breasts.
His orgasm almost took him by surprise. He arched his back as his balls exploded and pushed his sperm up the long length of his cock. Sue sensed it and pulled his twitching prick from Pauline's clutching cunt. It came out with a wet slurp and twitched in her hands. She gave it a couple of strokes and the first shot spewed out, up across Pauline's sweat-drenched stomach to splatter on her nubile young breasts.
Jim gasped as the orgasm took him, his legs trembling and his head thrown back. Sue kept up her masturbating of the large heavy cock which jerked and shot a second long spurt, just as Pauline pulled her head from beneath Sandy's cunt. She looked at the cock head spewing its precious load of sperm and cried out, opening her mouth and mewling as the white sticky fluid covered her face and eyes, dribbling from her hair and face as she tried to swallow as much as she could. She doubled over, pulling Jim and Sue towards her as she strove to get the spurting cockhead in her mouth. Jim looked down, the sight of this lovely young girl fighting to get his cum driving him upwards in his already strong orgasm. He shot again, a slightly weaker spurt, that covered Sue's hand with cum and dribbled onto the young girl's breasts. Pauline was near enough for Sue to masturbate his prick directly into her mouth as she licked and sucked at the pumping fingers. Sandy bent over and sucked at the young girl's breasts, feeding on the trails of white sperm that covered them while Jim shot his last and final spurt of cum into Pauline's mouth, the teenager sucking and licking at the juice as it spurted from the large piss hole.
Pauline and Sandy knelt up, joining Sue and Jim in a kiss as they exchanged sperm and juice from one mouth to another. Pauline kissed Jim heavily, thrusting her tongue down his throat as she passed him the sperm she had collected, her firm young sweaty body pressed against his as the two women felt them both up, stroking and playing with the exhausted flesh.
They stood up shakily and went into the house clinging together for support. Sandy scratched at her pussy and said she was thirsty, so they all went into the kitchen and broke out some beers and a Coke for Pauline.
"Got any more carrots?" joked Sue to Jim.
"Listen, after that thing you just shoved up my ass, I could take a carrot without noticing."
Pauline went over to the vegetable rack and selected a large fat carrot. She sat up on the table and spread her legs wide, pushing the carrot up inside her cunt.
"Like this, Aunty Sue?" she inquired innocently.
"God, this girl's uncontrollable," said Sandy, joining the girl and pushing her pussy against the protruding end of the carrot. They kissed and cuddled, fondling their breasts as their tongues explored open mouths, their nipples gently brushing to and fro as they played at imitation fucking, obscenely jerking their hips back and forth.
"Look at those two. You're both uncontrollable," said Sue laughing as she took a long pull at her beer. A dribble fell from her mouth onto her tits and Jim bent over to run his tongue up the trail. Sue bent her head and kissed him on the temple.
"Did you like our surprise, honey?" she asked, glancing over to Pauline and Sandy.
"I loved it. You know, I got so hot there I thought I'd have a heart attack. That little chick, all dressed up as a schoolgirl and you two acting sexy. What a minx she is. I've never seen anybody so hot for it as she is."
"You're forgetting what it's like to be fifteen. Imagine what you would have done at that age if you'd found a group of sexy ladies you could be completely uninhibited with."
"Shit, I probably wouldn't have survived it. That's the truth. I must have jerked off at least six times a day at that age."
"Same here, baby," said Sue, jumping down off the table and standing spread-legged in the middle of the floor. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, her back arching and her ass sticking out, her breasts pulled up, the nipples pointing skywards. She farted, a long wet-sounding fart that set the others giggling, but Pauline pushed Sandy away and jumped down onto the floor, crouching behind Sue. She spread the firm rounded buttocks and licked crazily at the tight nub of her anus.
"Shit!" she cried out, grabbing the carrot in her cunt and frigging at herself.
"Shit, lovely shit. Oh, Aunty Sue, give me some shit. Please."
Despite all the action he'd just gone through, Jim couldn't help getting turned on by the sight of this lovely nymphet kneeling behind the older woman and imploring for the product of her bowels. His prick jerked, slowly rising until it stood straight out from his body, his balls hanging below. Sandy came over to him and held his dick, jacking it off slowly.
"Let's get this little bitch up to the bathroom for some shitty fun and games. I want to see her pissing in your face as I fuck your shit-covered cock with my piss-wet cunt," she moaned, rubbing her body against his. Jim went into sexual high gear, disassociating from reality as the sights and visions of this sex play took hold of his brain.
"I want to see you suck the piss from my cunt as I shit on Sue's tits and the hot little cunt sucks at your prick," she continued, getting hotter and rubbing at her cunt as well as jacking at Jim's cock.
Jim went over to the two women and picked Pauline up in his arms, grabbing the firm flesh and rubbing his cock all over her tits and face, humping his body. Sandy grabbed the girl's legs and together they hauled the protesting girl up the stairs to the large bathroom. They dumped her in the Jacuzzi and stood over her. Sue joined them and the three looked down at the young girl's body, curvaceous and lush as only a teenager's can be. She gazed back, slightly anxious, but sexily, feeling the tension grow and beginning to savor the need for a build-up. She moved her hand down to her pussy and spread her long legs, showing them the core of her as she played with it.
"Dirty bitch. Look at her masturbate. Filthy slut," said Sandy.
"The brat can't keep her fingers out of her fuckhole. If she's not sucking cunt juice or getting fucked, she's got to jack off, the hot little bitch," said Jim, stroking his cock and waving it so that drops of pre-cum splashed on Pauline's thighs. Sue spread her legs wide and pushed forward her cunt, pulling open the lips with both hands.
"I'll cool the little cunt down," she said as she started to pee, a pale yellow stream arching out from her cunt to splatter on Pauline's tits. The girl moaned and writhed her body, enjoying the wet that splattered on her body.Jim knelt beside Sue and grabbed her, one hand between her legs and the other on top of her cunt. He brought his face close to her pissing pussy and watched the stream as it emerged from her piss hole. He squeezed her cunt from below and pushed a finger onto her piss hole, pressing down hard and cutting off the stream. Pauline cried out for more piss as she furiously frigged at herself, but Jim ignored her. Sue cried out at the pain.
"Oh fuck, that hurts. Stop it, Jim."
"More piss," cried Pauline, "I haven't had enough piss. I want to cum while you piss on me."
Jim jumped into the Jacuzzi with Pauline and crouched with his prick just in front of Sue's cunt.
"Suck on my ass, you little cunt. Ream out my ass hole," he shouted to Pauline. She knelt behind him and forced her small face between his buttocks, her tongue reaching out to stroke the tight brown nub. Jim released Sue's cunt and the piss shot out, a heavy stream that splashed all over his prick. He masturbated furiously as she pissed on his cock, the hair on his belly and crotch plastered to his body. Pauline left his ass and rolled on her back between his legs, catching the piss that dribbled from his hairy balls. He crouched lower, his penis huge between his straining thighs as his hand pumped in a blur.
"That's it, big boy, jack off for us. Fuck your hand, you masturbator. Shit, I like to watch you jack off," cried Sandy as she joined them in the tub, frigging hard at her cunt.
Jim pushed hard at his bowels, creating tension in his ass as he slowly forced a turd out from between his tight ass cheeks. Sandy smelt it and bent her head behind him, prying apart his ass to see the brown turd emerge.
"Shit on the little cunt," she cried out as she licked at his ass cheeks. Pauline pushed her head up between his legs and licked at his balls, watching as the shit fell onto her tits. Sandy pushed a finger up Jim's ass hole.
"Come on, baby, give us some more," she cried out, feeling around inside him. Sue's piss stream waned and she joined them in the tub, a dribble still falling from between her legs. She threw herself on top of Pauline, squashing the piss-stained shit between their bodies. Jim turned to watch while Sandy felt in his ass, her face close to his pumping hand and throbbing prick as she watched him masturbate.
"Piss on them both," said Jim, pushing Sandy towards the writhing mass of shit-stained legs and breasts. Sandy opened wide her legs, straddling the two bodies that rolled together, kissing and rubbing their shit-covered bodies together. She dropped her cunt to a few inches from their faces.
"Come and help me, Jim. Help me piss on these two," she called. He joined her, crouching behind Sue so that he could slide his prick up into her cunt and suck on Sandy's wide-spread cunt.
"Oh shit, yeah. Fuck me, Jim. Ram that big cock up my cunt," shouted Sue as she kissed Pauline's piss-stained face, sliding her breasts over Pauline's hard tits. Jim fucked at her cunt from behind, humping his hips violently back and forth as he sucked at Sandy's sopping cunt. Suddenly Sandy started to pee, filling Jim's mouth with a rush of salty piss. He choked and then bent over to join Pauline and Sue in a three-way kiss, squirting the urine out onto their faces. Sandy crouched lower and the three sucked and licked at the piss stream that poured from Sandy's large, black-haired cunt to cover their faces. Sandy stood up, urine still dribbling from her cunt, hers the only body not smeared with shit. She pushed the three bodies apart with her foot, Jim still locked to Sue's cunt, and grabbed Pauline, pulling her up on her knees and bending her over. Pauline immediately pushed her face between Sue's legs, sucking and licking at the pissy cunt and the long prick that slammed in and out of it, mouthing at Sue's clit and Jim's balls. Sandy pushed apart Pauline's firm ass and licked at the small shit hole, forcing her tongue up inside. She pushed two fingers into the young girl's cunt to join the girl's that constantly rubbed at the distended clit. With the other hand, she felt the ass hole and shoved a long finger up inside.
"Push," she cried out, "Push, you little cunt. Shove some shit out for me."
Pauline responded until Sandy could feel a soft mass up inside her ass.
"Yeah, I can feel your shit inside. Wait a second, bitch," she said, pulling her finger from the ass hole and smelling it. She grabbed Jim and pulled him to his feet, his prick sliding from Sue's cunt with a liquid sound.
"Fuck her in the ass," she cried, grabbing the tumescent prick and pushing the head up against the teenager's tight little nub. Jim pushed his prick into the tight hole that slowly expanded to accommodate his massive tool. Sue pushed her head between the girl's thighs so she could suck on the dripping cunt and watch as Jim's prick slid slowly up the tight anus.
Sandy fingered Jim's ass and balls, crouched down as she watched his prick disappear into the girl's ass. Pauline moaned at the invasion, her voice muffled by Sue's cunt.
"Piss in her ass," cried Sandy. "Fill the little cunt's ass with your piss. Flush the shit out with your pee, big boy."
Jim tried to relax, his prick softening slightly. Sandy held it with two fingers, ensuring that it wasn't forced out of Pauline's ass. Finally, he pissed, feeling the fluid run out of his prick.
"I'm pissing in her ass," he exclaimed.
Sue pushed her head further up to lick at the base of his prick and Pauline's ass hole. Sandy pulled the still-pissing prick from Pauline's ass and licked at the streaming member, piss running all over her body, while Sue sucked at the liquid that ran from the distended hole.
"Now, cunt, push," instructed Sandy, joining Sue to lick at the little girl's asshole.
Pauline made an effort and a stream of brownish piss shot from her ass all over Sandy and Sue. They screamed with the result, rubbing at themselves as Jim grabbed his prick and started masturbating again, watching as the liquid that ran from Pauline's ass was replaced with a long brown turd that hung there for a moment. Sandy caught it in her hands, squashing it between the ass cheeks and smearing it all over the girl's cunt. She took a handful and rubbed it on her breasts and then cupped her cunt, the brown shit oozing out between her fingers as she rubbed frenetically at her pussy. Sue joined her, kissing with Sandy, their heads resting against Pauline's ass as the girl fingered and masturbated her shit-covered cunt. Jim thrust his penis between their faces as he jacked off until he came with a great bellow, shooting streams of hot sperm all over their faces. Pauline heard the shout and whirled around to lick up the streaks of cum from her friend's cheeks, mewling as she came. Sandy and Sue were ripped through with an orgasm that made them weak, their shit-smeared legs trembling as their cunts convulsed, the juices squirting out over their shuddering hands. They fell in a jumbled heap on the floor of the Jacuzzi, Jim's prick still dribbling as Pauline held it and licked at the piss hole. The girls continued to shudder at the strength of the orgasm, humping their thighs and cunts and rubbing their tits against whatever piece of flesh laid available. Jim stroked Pauline's long back and felt her young breasts, savoring the firm flesh and pink tips as she licked the last of the cum from his waning dick.
Sandy stood and reached over to the shower, turning on the water and grabbing the flexible shower head. She unscrewed it so the water flowed out like a hose pipe and stood over the three bodies, her legs spread wide, their foreshortened view dominated by her cunt. She pointed the hose at her cunt from below, the jet spurting upwards to wash the shit that was encrusted in her pussy hairs and which streaked her body. The brown water flowed down her legs and dropped on those below. When she was reasonably clean, she turned the hose on the others, who rolled around in the spray and bent over, exposing their asses, balls, cunts, prick and breasts to the water jet that washed their torsos, exposing tanned flesh from beneath the mire that covered their bodies.
They all stood and crowded into the shower, their bodies pressed together as they poured liquid soap and shampoo over themselves, washing each other, feeling and playing with the bodies that surrounded them. Pauline wanted to piss and did it there, her legs forced together so that the urine splashed out in an unruly spray that spattered over their legs. They took turns touching her cunt to feel the jet squirt from her tiny piss hole. When they were clean, they took their aching bodies to the bedroom where they collapsed on the bed, pulling the sheets up over the four of them, huddling together and kissing until sleep took them, a warm and loving pile of humanity. | null | 1 Introducing Sue and picking up Jim | Collections/Misc_Collections/Scat_Stories/harddrives.txt |
1,514 | Wizard | Jenny's Bath | "You want me to what?" I exploded.
Linda shrugged and explained again. And again. And once more for good measure.
"You're sure about this?" I asked again. She nodded tiredly. "And Dave is cool?" She nodded again. I shrugged and agreed.
A little later, I took the girls to Dairy Queen for cones, then to my place for some TV. They settled down to watch `Totally Spies' and `Dexter's Laboratory'. I went into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. I had some bubble bath left over from an old girlfriend, and I added a handful.
When the tub was full of warm water and brimming with bubbles, I went back into the living room and plucked Diana from the sofa. Her sisters didn't even seem to notice. I carried her, tucked under one arm, to the bathroom and set her on the floor. She'd been so startled that she hadn't said a word.
"You..." I said, pointing at her, "...bath..." I said with a sweeping motion toward the tub, "...now." I added with a handclap. She giggled. "Wash well, and wear a towel when you're done. Your mom's bringing clean clothes in an hour or so." I finished normally. Diana giggled again and started to pull her t-shirt over her head before I could scoot out of the room.
I went back to the living room. Carrie had taken over the sofa, and Jennifer was sprawled on the floor, both with eyes glued to the TV. I shook my head and went to my desk to catch up on some paperwork. I was an independent real estate appraiser and never really caught up.
Dave and Linda had been good friends for years. Unfortunately, Dave had been unemployed for almost nine months about the same time that Linda's hours got cut way back, and they had some bill problems. The mortgage was the biggest one, and last month they lost the house, even though Dave had just got hired at the mill.
It could have been worse - a lot of families wound up living in their car or even a box. Dave and Linda had a travel trailer. A fourteen-foot travel trailer. Imagine for a moment, two adults, three girls, one almost a teenager, and a large collie all living in a fourteen-foot travel trailer, then talk to me about cruel and unusual punishment because of overcrowded prisons.
Then just to top things off, the showers at the trailer park had been broken for a week, which is how `Uncle' Paul wound up with the three girls and bath time.
Diana, at eight, was no trouble. About fifteen minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large beach towel, sarong style, with a smaller towel wrapped turban-style over her hair. Her bare arms and shoulders had the pink glow from being washed hard. I patted her turban as she walked toward my recliner, and I went to clean up the bathroom.
The bathroom looked like an eight-year-old had just had a bath. There was water everywhere. I take that back, there was one spot in front of the sink that was miraculously dry. I wiped down the floors and drained the tub. From the look of the water, you'd think the kid just had an oil change. Then I refilled the tub, added more bubble bath, and went to collect the next victim.
Carrie was still laying on the sofa, her feet on the armrest, so I grabbed the feet and lifted. "Hey!" she shouted. Her sisters looked at her suspended in the air, then went back to Dexter and his lab.
I carried her inverted to the bathroom. Once inside, I considered dunking her head first, but decided to be nice, and righted her and set her down. "Your mom says she can't stand your pigpen act one more night."
"Pigpen?" she asked.
"Pigpen," I repeated, "You know, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Pigpen." She looked blank. I guess Pokémon and others had done in the old classics. I pointed at the water, and she nodded. I gave her the instructions about her dirty clothes and left her alone. Ten-year-olds need their privacy.
When I went back into the living room, I stood behind Diana in the recliner and watched Dexter for a few minutes. I didn't get it. Beneath me, Diana had pulled off her turban and was drying her long blonde hair. The girls couldn't look less like sisters - Diana was a blonde, Jennifer was a brunette, and Carrie had flaming red hair. They were all cute, but in very different ways. Diana was small-boned and petite, and Carrie had an athletic build. Jennifer was somewhere in the middle. Diana had long hair that almost reached her waist, and Carrie's was so short it almost looked boyish, and again Jennifer was in the middle with medium-length hair that just touched her shoulders. As I watched Diana dry her hair, I noticed some red marks on her shoulder. "Lean forward," I instructed and pushed her forward a little. Three deep scratches started at the top of her shoulder blade and disappeared under her towel. "How did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" she asked as she sat back and looked up at me.
"That," I said and pressed down on one of the scratches.
"Oww," She complained and tried to look over her shoulder, but of course couldn't. I had a small angled mirror among my tools that I used to look at inconvenient places in houses, and I handed it to her. She held it up over her shoulder and looked down at her back. "Wow. I don't know," she shrugged.
The scratches looked fresh, so I figured she'd done it sometime today. I went to the bathroom and knocked.
"Yes," Carrie called out.
"Could I come in for a minute?" I asked, "I won't look."
"No problem," she called back, "I'm covered in bubbles anyway."
I walked in, and she was laying back against the edge of the tub with bubbles up to her neck. "I could stay like this forever," she moaned.
"Well, don't forget to wash," I reminded. "After all, that's why you're here," I said as I looked through my cabinet for the aloe vera.
She leaned forward, and the bubbles started moving around over what I thought were her legs. I found the aloe vera and started toward the door. She leaned back, and the bubbles didn't move with her, so that now her chest was bare. She didn't notice, but I couldn't help but notice that her flat chest had started to get a little puffy and that she actually had nipples. "Uncle Paul, can I do this again tomorrow?" she asked as she rubbed her belly with a washcloth.
"If it's okay with your mom, it's okay with me."
"How about the next day?"
"You're pushing it," I told her.
"Pleasssssse."
I've always been a sucker for a long drawn-out 'please'. "I don't mind if you keep coming back until your shower is fixed."
She grinned. Then frowned. "What about after they're fixed? I like baths better."
I stepped up to the tub. "Well, maybe not every day, but at least once a week if your parents say okay."
"You're the best pretend uncle ever," she said and started to stand up to hug me. She got about half and then remembered that she was naked and sat back down. "I owe you a hug," she said with a self-conscious smile.
"I'll hold you to that," I said as I left, smiling at the mental picture of a bubble-covered bald little pussy. `You've known her since she was five,' I reminded myself, but the picture stayed. I took the aloe vera over to Diana and had her lean forward as I rubbed it into her scratches. I pulled the towel away from her back, and she let it fall into her lap.
When I finished and she sat back, she didn't bother pulling it up again, and I could compare her chest to her sisters'. Hers looked flat as a board except for the outline of her ribs, and her nipples looked like they had been painted on. I smiled to myself, reminded myself again that I'd known her since she was three, and went back to my paperwork, on which I couldn't concentrate.
I realized that I had committed myself to bath time every day for a while. I was pretty sure that Linda would jump at the chance when Carrie asked. What was I getting myself into?
It was almost twenty minutes later when Carrie came out of the bathroom. She had another of my big beach towels wrapped sarong-fashion around her and a smaller towel draped on her head. Diana had moved over to lay on the sofa, so Carrie took her position in the recliner.
I went to the bathroom expecting the worst but was pleasantly surprised. The floor was dry, and the tub was already drained. It even looked like Carrie had taken the time to wipe down the tub.
I filled it for the third time, thankful that I had a big water heater, and added the last of the bubble bath. When it was ready, I took a deep breath and went to collect Jenny. She was laying on her stomach on the floor, and I leaned up and scooped her up in one motion, being careful to pick her up by her stomach and thighs."What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted.
"Picking you up," I answered, as I carried her toward the bathroom. "And watch your language."
"What for?" she demanded, but I didn't answer. Jennifer's grades might not show it, but Jenny was a very intelligent girl. I knew that she'd seen her sisters running around in towels and could put two and two together.
I walked into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind me before setting the squirming girl down on the floor. "Bath, now," I said, pointing at the tub while backing toward the door.
"No way," she responded, with a little stomp of her foot.
"Jenny..." I started.
"Jennifer," she interrupted.
"Jennifer, your mom wants you to take a bath," I said reasonably.
"Then my mom can get our house back."
"You know that she can't," I answered, wondering if stubborn and twelve-year-old girl were synonyms.
"Then I won't take a bath," she stated calmly.
"Jennifer, you won't believe just how much your mom wants you to take this bath," I said, hoping she'd take the hint.
"How much?" she asked sarcastically.
"She told me that you either take a bath, or I give you one. You're twelve years old, you really don't want me to give you a bath like a baby, do you?"
"You wouldn't dare?" she said with a set face.
"Jennifer, you've known me since you were seven years old. Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"
"I'll call the cops, the CSD, the FBI," she shouted.
"But you'll be clean when you call," I informed her. "Whose giving this bath, you or me?" I asked one last time, knowing the answer.
Jennifer turned her back to me and stomped her foot again. I sighed and stepped behind her and in one fluid motion grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and then down her arms.
She whirled around in fury. "You can't do that," she shouted.
"Promise to take your bath and I'll leave you alone right now," I told her, dropping her t-shirt to the ground and trying not to look at her breasts encased in a flimsy pink bra.
"No."
I stepped up to her and reached around her back with both hands to unfasten her bra. Fortunately, I'd had a little practice in this department. As the clasp came undone, Jenny hit me in the shoulder with her fist and tried to bring her knee up into my crotch. There are advantages to being tall, she didn't reach. I grabbed her arms and pinned them against her side, her bra was barely hanging on the front of her shoulders and wasn't doing a very good job of covering, I saw a flash of nipple.
"Jennifer Marie," I said looking her straight in the eyes. "I promised your mom that you would be clean when you left this afternoon. But I also told her that you might be black and blue, do you get my drift." I squeezed her arms hard against her sides and she winced, then nodded. I relaxed my hold. "I'd prefer that you did this yourself," I told her and she stared back defiantly. "Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know."
I released her arms and reached forward to slide her bra down her arms. She didn't resist. I tried not to look at her tits as I reached for the button on her jeans. They were beautiful and very large for her age. About the size of half softballs, with nice pointy erect nipples surrounded by large dark brown areolas. I thought to myself that if she were six years older I'd start washing those tits with my tongue.
Hell, if she was four years older, I wouldn't hesitate.
If she was two years older, I'd hesitate, but probably give in to temptation. I've never been good with temptation. It started me thinking.
I unfastened the top button then reached down, slid the zipper down, trying my best not to put any pressure on her crotch. Then I turned her around so I wouldn't be tempted by those beautiful tits of hers.
As I skinned her tight jeans down her legs, I was wondering. Society, or at least the legislature of my state, said that eighteen-year-olds were fair game. But I knew that I'd have no moral qualms about a willing sixteen-year-old. And from the thoughts I was having, a willing fourteen-year-old was just as much in season. But I was telling myself that a twelve-year-old was off limits. Was that the dividing line, they had to be a teen, or was it that I'd known Jenny for so long.
I tried to shake off my thoughts as I lifted first one leg then the other out of her jeans. Then I made the mistake of looking up and I started wondering why twelve was off limits. Right next to my face was her ass. This was not a twelve-year-old ass. Encased in lime green panties that didn't quite cover the top of her crack. And I could follow the shadow of her crack down until it disappeared between her legs.
I gulped and reached up, grabbed the waistband of those panties and yanked down. I let go and they fluttered down and settled around her feet. Her ass was everything I'd thought and that dividing line was getting less definite.
I stood up behind her. "Are you going to get into the bath?" I asked, almost in a whisper. I had trouble getting saliva to lubricate my throat.
"What do you think," she retorted without turning around.
I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her, making sure that my fingers stayed above her tits. I was trying to be good. I lifted her up and over and into the tub. As her legs disappeared into the bubbles, I had a quick look at the lush triangle of brown hair that outlined her pussy.
I set her down and stood up. She sat there for over a minute, then looked up at me. "Did you enjoy your look? You pervert," she accused.
I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I did. You have a beautiful body."
She looked startled that I hadn't denied it.
"Are you going to wash your beautiful body, or will I have to?" I asked, hoping that she'd back down because I wasn't sure how much more willpower I had.
She folded her arms across those beautiful tits and pouted.
I picked up a bar of soap and knelt next to the tub. I dipped the bar into the water between her legs, giving her one last chance to change her mind. When she didn't, I pushed her forward and started running the soap across her back and down, beneath the water to her butt. By now my hands were soapy enough that I set the bar on the edge of the tub and rubbed her shoulders with my hands. Again I went below the surface, soaping the back of her waist, then her butt cheeks. Finally, I pushed a soapy finger along her ass crack. Jenny jumped but didn't say anything.
I picked up a washcloth and started rubbing her, starting at her shoulders and working down again. Finishing by rubbing the rough cloth along the crack of her ass. The thought kept hammering at my brain that to be really thorough I should clean her asshole, but somehow I resisted. Long before I finished, I had a huge erection in my jeans.
"Are you having fun, pervert?" she asked, glancing down at my tented-out pants.
"Actually I am," I admitted. "You've got a great ass." Again her stone face cracked a little at my honesty. "Don't you think you should do the front?" I offered, no longer sure what I wanted her to answer.
As an answer, she set her face again and settled back in the tub, letting her arms drop to her sides and her breasts standing up perkily. I sighed and reached for the soap. I started rubbing it on her shoulder and then her underarms. I ran it down both arms, then I took a deep breath and started soaping up her tits. Her nipples were already erect and I heard her stifle a moan as I rubbed them with soap. By now I was so turned on that I felt like my cock was going to rip through the denim fabric of my jeans.
I've been very lucky in my life about sex. I've known hundreds of girls in my twenty-six years. There was a time when I was fourteen when I gave tongue baths to three varsity cheerleaders at the same time. But I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I was right now. I spent a lot of time getting her tits soapy, especially her nipples. I could tell it was an effort for Jenny to maintain her stone face.
Then I moved the soap down her stomach and outside her right leg. I soaped her foot good, then started back up the inside of the leg. As I got to her thigh, I could feel her tense up, but she didn't say anything. I ran the bar of soap all over her thigh, then down across the skin that separated her ass crack from her slit.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but from the look on her face, so was Jennifer. I rubbed the soap across her slit, being careful not to touch her myself, then up and around her pelvis. Then I reached across the tub and soaped the outside of her other leg down to her foot and back up, repeating her pussy and pelvis.
Still, she didn't say a word, so I soaped up my hands and started at the top again.
This time my hands rubbed themselves all over her tits and I worked my soapy fingers on her nipples. Then down her stomach. I skipped her outer legs, I didn't have that much willpower and started with a hand on each inner thigh. Then my fingers closed on her pussy and as I felt that soft downy fuzz I shot my load into my jeans. I stayed frozen, my hand on her pussy but not moving as my balls pumped out load after load into my shorts.
"Think I'm clean enough?" she asked just as I got my breath back. Her breathing wasn't much better.
"Almost," I grunted as I worked my finger about an inch between her pussy lips. She gasped as my finger grazed her clit, but I pulled it out as if nothing had happened and finished soaping her pelvis.
Then I started with the washcloth. As I worked her nipples between my fingers through the rough material, she stiffened and stopped breathing for several seconds and then relaxed. A small smile on the corner of her mouth. I wondered if she orgasmed.I tried to pretend I was all business, continuing down her stomach, washing the outside of her right leg then her left. But I knew that no matter how hard I tried, as I started back up those inner thighs, my smile was anything but professional. I wiped her thighs, then her pussy, thinking that apparently the dividing line had moved down below twelve. At least well-developed twelves like Jennifer.
I finished and stood up. I reached down and picked up the young girl and lifted her out of the tub. Then I started toweling her dry. I wrapped her sarong-style with another towel, draped another towel over her head, and swatted her on the butt. "You can go now," I told her as I reached down to let the water out of the tub.
As she opened the door, I could see her sisters were dressed and sitting by their mother on the sofa. Looking at me and not realizing she was there, Jenny said, "I told you I wouldn't take a bath."
"And I told you, little girl, that you'd leave her clean."
Chapter 2 "Rub-a-dub-dub, Just Relaxing in the Tub"
After she'd gotten Jennifer dressed and hustled all the kids out to the car, Linda looked at me and sighed. "Carrie says you volunteered for this again tomorrow."
"She looks so sad when she begs."
"Sad but true," Linda agreed. "All the girls?"
"Do you think Jennifer will take her bath?"
"Jenny can be a stubborn little bitch."
"Was that witch or bitch?" I asked with a smile.
"Both," Linda said with a smile. "Can I send her too?"
I hesitated. "It probably wouldn't be a great idea. Bitch or not, she's growing up into a young woman, and I don't think it's a great idea to have a dirty old man giving her baths." Saying no to the chance of bathing Jennifer was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.
"You're not old," Linda assured me. "And she may look like a young woman, but she hasn't learned to act like one yet. She needs to learn that she can't always have her way. Forcing her to take a bath is one part of the lesson."
"To be perfectly honest, Linda, the problem is that she looks like a young woman, no matter how she acts. I hope you won't take offense, but I had a major hard-on while scrubbing your daughter. That's why I don't think it's a good idea that it happen again." Damn, I hate being mature and responsible.
Linda laughed, and I felt myself turn red, which made her laugh harder. "I know what my daughter looks like, so the fact that she gave you a woody doesn't surprise me all that much." I was beginning to wonder if Linda was related to Peggy Bundy. She took a deep breath and got the last of her laughter out of her system. "I really appreciate what you did today, and I know Dave will too. And I know it will be hard on you..." sub-consciously she glanced at my crotch and then started giggling again. "...but if you'd do it again tomorrow, I'd owe you big time."
"The problem is, I don't know if I can control myself," I admitted, almost whining.
"I trust you. I know you'd never do anything to hurt Jenny or the other girls." That was true, I'd never hurt Jenny, except maybe breaking her hymen, but that only hurt for a minute. As the thought popped into my head, I turned red again, and damn if Linda didn't look like she guessed what I was thinking.
"Being twelve, living in the trailer is probably hardest on Jenny. This will be good for her."
"Just how long do you think this will go on?" I asked, wondering just how long I could hold out.
"The showers should be fixed next week. Then if it's too hard..." she glanced down at my crotch again and smiled, "...too hard on you, we'll deal with her there. But Carrie said that you promised, even after the showers got fixed, they could still take baths here."
"I told Carrie that if you said it was okay, they could come once or twice a week after the showers got fixed. She said she likes baths more."
"She loves baths," Linda corrected. "And I sure don't mind, but if the other girls come, I'd like to send Jenny too, if it's not too hard..." cough, "too much trouble."
I sighed. "As long as you realize that a twenty-six-year-old man was alone with your naked twelve-year-old daughter, rubbing every inch, and I do mean every inch of her body and thinking thoughts that don't belong in a Disney movie."
The next afternoon, Linda dropped the kids, including Jennifer, off around four. This time she left a supply of clean underwear and clothes too. Carrie immediately took up the sofa and settled in with the remote, switching between MTV and the cartoon network. Jennifer wanted to play games on my computer, and I told her okay. Diana looked up at me and said, "Me first?"
"You first," I agreed, and hand in hand, the two of us headed for the bathroom. I started filling the tub and realized that I'd used the last of the bubble bath yesterday. "Sorry, squirt, no bubbles today," I told her.
"No bubbles?" she repeated with a pout. Jennifer has these pale blue eyes, and when she pouts, it's hard to take. I left her to watch the filling tub and went out to the living room. "Jenny, I mean Jennifer, would you do me a big favor?" I asked from behind her. She seemed immersed in some gory shooting game. I knew I didn't have any such game and figured she'd gone online.
She paused the game and spun around in my chair. "You might as well call me Jenny. After all, we've been intimate."
"Intimate?" I asked.
"At least I'd say so."
"Okay, Jenny. Would you do me a big favor?" she cocked her head and listened. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money. I peeled a twenty and held it out to her. "You know where the store is?" she nodded. "Would you run over as fast as you can and get some bubble bath, I'm all out?" Jenny gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I had bubble bath in the first place, then snatched the twenty and headed for the door.
I live in a big two-story house set in an acre of woods. Just behind my stand of trees in the back is the parking lot for a big supermarket/variety store, so I knew it would only take a couple of minutes.
I went back to the bathroom, and Diana had turned off the water and was sitting on the toilet taking off her shoes and socks. I nodded, without telling her that I'd sent out for bubbles. "Anything you need?" I asked before I beat my retreat.
She started to answer, changed her mind, and went back to pouting. As I closed the door, she was standing up to finish getting undressed. I went back to the living and stood watching the TV from behind the sofa. "Now that's a cartoon," I said. Carrie looked up at me and nodded, then returned her eyes to the screen. On the screen, Jonny Quest was sneaking into a building. Of course, Jonny was always sneaking into something. I stepped around the sofa, lifted Carrie's feet, and sat down, setting her feet in my lap.
When Jenny got back five minutes later, Jonny was running, and the bad guys were shooting. I wondered why the villains didn't enroll their men in shooting classes. It seemed like they always put out a lot of bullets but never hit anything.
Jenny reached over the sofa and tapped my shoulder with a bottle. I scooted out from under Carrie's feet and took it from her, starting for the bathroom. Then she held out fourteen dollars in change. I was amazed. I really hadn't expected change. When I was a kid, my mom practically had to call the cops if she wanted change from a store run. I reached out and snatched the ten from her hand. "Thank you," I told the surprised girl.
At the bathroom door, I knocked, "Can I come in?"
"Okay," she singsonged. I stepped in, unscrewing the cap. "I've got something for you," I said.
I walked to the tub and poured some of the liquid in. I resealed the cap, reached down, and started churning the water. "Bubbles!" she said in an excited voice and started her own stirring. I grinned and left her to her bubbles, trying not to think about the bald little pussy I'd just seen beneath the water. At least the water wasn't as murky as it had been yesterday.
She came out about ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around her waist and a turban on her head. Carrie and I had just finished watching Jonny Quest and started Spongebob Squarepants, a show that I didn't get, though I had several adult friends who thought it was great.
Diana settled in the recliner and started drying her hair, and I got out from under Carrie's feet to go clean the bathroom.
"You better cover up your boobies," Carrie warned her little sister, "Or I'll tell mom."
"Mom won't care," her sister retorted. "It's just Uncle Paul." I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not. "Besides, I don't have any boobies."
"Leave her alone," Jennifer warned from my computer, and Carrie dropped it and went back to her show.
I drained and refilled the tub, making sure to add bubble bath, then cleaned the bathroom floor.
When I went back out, Carrie was laying on her stomach on the sofa. I swatted her butt and told her it was her turn. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the television, but then skipped to the bathroom. I settled on the couch, and a few minutes later, a still-wet bundle of eight-year-old settled on my lap. I took the towel out of her hands and started vigorously drying her hair, then her back. I was just starting to wonder if I should do her front next, after all, she may not have any boobies, but it was still a private area, when I heard Carrie calling me. I deposited Diana on the sofa and went to the bathroom.
I knocked, and she invited me in. She was leaning back against the end of the tub, her 'boobies' in plain sight. "Uncle Paul, will you give me a bath?" she asked, holding out the soap and a washcloth in her hands.
I grinned in spite of myself. "No, you're too big for a grown man to be giving you a bath.""But you gave Jennifer a bath yesterday. And she's older than me."
"That was different. That was special. Your mom told me to," I explained, knowing that it didn't make much sense.
"If mom says it's okay, will you give me a bath tomorrow?" she pleaded.
"Okay," I agreed, knowing that her mom would say no. There was no reason for me to be giving Carrie a bath. "If your mom says okay," I added as I backed out, closing the door and wondering just when I fell through the rabbit hole and where the hell was Alice.
I glanced at Diana and Jennifer, who were wrapped up in their cartoons and computer game respectively, and trotted upstairs. I went into my bedroom, shut and locked the door. I walked to the bed and fell down on it, then rolled over onto my back. I pushed my shorts and underwear down, lifting my ass enough to get them down to my thighs and inspected the flagpole that was pointing proudly at the ceiling.
Damn, I'm too old for this, I thought as I grasped my cock at the base and slowly ran my hand to the head. Or too young, I added to myself. Mentally, I pictured Jenny's pert young body as I stroked my meat. As I remembered the feel of her skin in the bathtub, my hand started moving faster up and down, again and again. Interspersed with visions of Jenny were snapshots of her sisters. Diana's bald little pussy, Carrie's barely grown `boobies', but always Jenny and the feel of her ass, her tits, her sweet young pussy.
Just as my cock exploded with cum, there was a knock at the door. I pumped vigorously and caught my breath, "Yes?"
Diana's voice, "Carrie's out of her bath," she said, and I heard the doorknob rattle as she tried it.
"Thank you," I said as the last of my sperm pumped out of my dick. "I'll be right down." I sat up and kicked off my shorts and underwear. I picked up my briefs and used them to wipe my hand and cock clean, then I slipped into the shorts. I took a deep breath, I was ready for Jenny.
When I walked into the living room, Carrie was sitting on the recliner, drying her hair, a towel knotted around her waist. "I thought your mom wouldn't like your boobies hanging out?" I asked with a sarcastic tone.
"I decided..." she started, glancing down at them, "...that I didn't have enough boobies to worry about." Her breasts were barely puffy spots on her chest, but damn if her nipples didn't seem to be erect. I shook my head to clear it and went to the bathroom to ready it for the next victim.
When the tub was full again of hot soapy water, I went out for Jennifer. She was still at the computer. I walked up next to Jenny. She was in a gunfight with four ogre-like things and they all had sub-machine guns. I watched as Jenny blasted one, then another. The third wounded her screen image in the arm, but she switched her gun to the other hand and finished him off and then the fourth.
"If you're at a good stopping point, save the game," I instructed.
Jenny sighed and followed my instructions, then logged off the game site. I reached down and picked her up, placing my right hand unashamedly under her ass and carried her to the bathroom. "I can walk," she said stiffly.
"But would you?" I asked as we passed into the bathroom.
"Not sure," she admitted as I set her down and closed the door behind us.
I considered stripping her without saying a word, after all, I had mom's blessing. But I decided that to be fair, I had to give her a chance. After all, maybe I was reading too much into yesterday's experience.
"Are you ready for your bath?" I asked. I admit I was hoping for a negative answer.
"No," she said, making my day.
"Jenny, I'm serious. You know, I'll do this. Will you take a bath?" I asked, giving her one last chance.
"No," she said and stuck her tongue out at me.
Today she was wearing cut-offs and a black t-shirt. I stepped up to her and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted. She didn't resist and lifted her arms over her head as I pulled the shirt up. No bra. I dropped the shirt on the floor and stared down at her pert young tits, her nipples definitely erect. I briefly imagined caressing them and sucking the nipples.
"You could at least wipe that grin off your face," she said snidely.
"No, I don't think I can," I admitted as I dropped to my knees and undid the top button on her cut-offs. I unzipped them and opened them into a V and started sliding them down her legs. Her panties today were baby blue, and I wanted to pull them off with my teeth, but figured that might be a bit much, even with mom's backing. As the cut-offs reached her knees, I released them and let them drop to the ground.
Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties on the side of her hips and started pulling, enjoying the uncovering of her pussy. It was even more beautiful than I remembered. As I pulled the panties to the ground, Jennifer lifted her right foot and I pulled panties and cut-offs off it, then she repeated with the left foot. For someone who was supposed to be fighting me, she was being very cooperative. Maybe I wasn't reading too much into the situation. My cock had already grown back to its full length.
I stepped to her side and slid my right hand under her pussy and my left hand on her back and lifted her up and over the rim of the tub. As I sat her down, my hand lingered against the lips of her pussy and the soft down of her pubic hair.
"I think I'm in the tub," Jennifer reminded me. Reluctantly, I moved my hand, my fingertips trailing against her slit.
I took a deep breath and picked up the soap and started washing her back. I used the same routine as yesterday except when I got to her ass crack. I soaped it good with my fingers, and Jenny shifted slightly, lifting up one of her cheeks from the floor of the tub, so I took the opportunity to push a soapy finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle.
Jenny looked shocked as I entered her, but I smiled and said, "Can never be too clean."
"Pervert," she accused, but didn't try to pull away as I wiggled the tip of my finger in her ass. We stayed like that for over a minute, Jennifer awkwardly sitting on one cheek, my finger intruding into her body, not invading further, but not retreating either.
Finally, I pulled it out. "All clean," I assured her. She gave me a funny look, but shifted to a more comfortable position.
I retrieved the soap and lathered my hands again, then started working on her chest. Working each nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently tracing around them her tanned brown areolas, soaping the breasts themselves. Jenny's breathing became shorter, more ragged as I continued.
"Think they're clean enough?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.
"No," she managed to moan, so I continued for another minute before reluctantly moving down to her flat hard stomach. I quickly washed her stomach and legs, then moved to `X marks the spot.' My soap-lathered hand caressing her pussy mound. My fingers tangled in her soft brown hair. Jenny opened her legs as wide as the tub allowed and lifted her knees out of the soapy water. I pushed a soapy middle finger deep into her pussy and out again. Jenny's eyes had closed and her breathing had slowed to where I could barely hear it, so I stabbed my finger in again, gently exploring her cunt.
Once again I found her clit, and I felt her shudder. She leaned forward and grabbed my arm, trapping my hand against her pussy and my finger deep inside her. I could feel her pushing her pelvis against my hand, and I held it still, letting the little girl fuck herself against my finger.
Finally, she opened her eyes and pushed my hand away. "Are you going to leave me in here all day," she asked rudely. "I'll get shriveled like a prune."
I picked up the washcloth and gave her pussy a final wipe, then lifted her out of the tub and set her on the floor. I picked up a towel and started drying her. When I finished, I started to wrap another towel around as a sarong, but she pushed my hands down to her waist. I knotted the towel around her and looked into her face questioningly. "Boobies seem to be in today," she said with a smirk.
I'd cum in my shorts when my finger was in her asshole, but I'd gotten hard again when my finger explored her pussy. Now she looked down at my bulging shorts. "What's that?" she asked. She pointed, her finger inches away from my erection, "You've gotten all pointy and there's a big wet spot."
She moved her finger closer. My cock twitched in my shorts. Closer still, stopping when she was almost touching the tip. My cock twitched again. Jenny laughed, "You really should do something about that," she said and pulled her hand away. She turned and let herself out the door.
I kicked the door closed and dropped my shorts. My hand encircled my staff. Three strokes and I orgasmed, cum shooting out of my cock and into the used bath water. I milked my cock slowly, imagining Jenny's tight hot pussy and even tighter asshole.
I pulled my shorts up and went back to the living room. Diana and Carrie were sitting together in the recliner, both still wearing towels. Jenny was on the sofa. I sat down next to her, picked her up and deposited her on my lap. I took the towel that was draped on her head and started drying her hair.
I was still drying it when Linda walked in the front door, smiling at all her daughter's boobies. "You going to take your bath tomorrow like a good girl?" I whispered into Jenny's ear.
"Maybe, maybe not," she replied with a grin.
Chapter 3 "Jump in the Shower and the Blood Starts Pumpin'"
The next day when I stopped by the trailer to pick up the girls, I had a chance to talk to Linda again.
"I really think we shouldn't do this again," I told her seriously, afraid of what I might do, I mean Jenny was only twelve."Why don't you come by the house and give Jenny her bath?"
"She'd never let that happen," Linda said seriously. "One of us would get hurt."
"But..."
"I trust you." I was readying my next argument when she added, "Good news though. They're supposed to have the showers fixed no later than Friday afternoon." Today was Monday, which meant today and three more days of trying not to rape a naked little girl.
I loaded the girls in the car and we drove off to do a couple of errands before we went home. While I went into the bank, the girls wanted to run across the street to the multiplex and see what was playing, and I agreed.
I took a long time in the bank. I have several accounts there, and the bank had messed up and taken money out of one account instead of another. When I came out into the daylight again, the girls were just crossing the street to come back.
Diana skipped over to me as soon as they were across. "Uncle Paul?" she said in a sugary voice.
"Yes?"
"Could you take us to see 'Cheaper by the Dozen'?"
"I don't think so..." I started when she added, "pleeeaasssse."
"I really..."
Carrie chimed in too, "pleeeaasssse." Now I had stereo.
"Girls, I..."
Jenny came in too, "pleeeaasssse."
Stereo plus one, what could I do. "We'll see what your mother says," I said, passing the buck. We piled into the car, the younger girls in back and Jenny in the passenger seat. As I started the car and backed out of the parking space, Jenny took my cell phone out of the holder on the dash and called her mother.
"Hi, mom. Uncle Paul said he'd take us to the movies this afternoon if it's okay with you," pause, "PG," another pause, longer this time. "Cheaper by the Dozen, Steve Martin," a final pause, "Okay, I'll tell him." She disconnected and put my phone away.
"Well?" I asked.
"She says you're a masochist and okay," Jenny reported with a triumphant grin. "What's a masochist?"
"Masochist," I told her. "That's someone who likes pain."
"Weird," she said, then suddenly looked at me accusingly, "Is she calling us pains?"
"Sort of," I admitted.
Jenny shrugged, then turned to her sisters, "We can go." The two younger girls cheered loudly.
We got to my house and started the ritual.
Diana took a fast bath, and when I went in afterwards, for once it didn't look like the Mississippi River Delta after the levee broke. I cleaned up and got the tub ready for Carrie. When I went back to the living room, I told Carrie it was her turn and sat down and started drying Diana's hair.
A couple of minutes later, I heard Carrie call, "Uncle Paul." I shifted Diana off my lap and went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, and she shouted, "Come in." As I walked in, Carrie was holding out the soap and a washcloth to me. "Give me a bath," she pleaded in the same sugary voice that Diana had used to ask for the movie.
"I told you, you'd have to ask your mom," I reminded her.
"I did, she said it was fine," Carrie said with satisfaction.
"Really?" I asked, amazed. Carrie nodded. "She didn't say anything to me."
"Call her," Carrie ordered, pointing to the cordless phone sitting by the edge of the sink. I hadn't noticed it before; Carrie must have known that I'd resist.
I picked up the phone and dialed. Linda answered, and I said hello. "How did I know it was going to be you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Carrie says you want me to give her a bath," I blurted, not knowing how else to begin.
"I told her it was fine," Linda said.
"But..."
"Paul, I trust you." I said goodbye and hung up. I was getting real tired of those three words.
As I set down the phone, Carrie again held out the soap and washcloth to me. I considered saying no, but the look on her face made that impossible. I knelt next to the tub, wet my hands in the water, and started lathering up. Carrie squirmed a little as I started rubbing my soapy hands around her back; she was terribly ticklish.
I grinned and enjoyed myself. Carrie had a nice body for a ten-year-old. I ran a soapy finger between her butt cheeks but didn't linger. When I got to her chest, I discovered that her nipples were erect and just as sensitive as Jenny's. Then, without waiting, I plunged my hand into the water between her legs and started soaping her tiny little pussy. She was only ten, so I didn't try to force my finger inside, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of my rubbing against the outside of her pussy.
I took a last feel of her pussy, letting my fingertip trail up her slit, then sat back on my heels. Carrie was smiling, a huge satisfied smile. I stood up and lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off. I was still kneeling, and her pussy was right at eye level. It looked so soft, so tight, so vulnerable without a single hair guarding its passageway. I imagined my rock-hard cock pushing into it, just how tight it would be. I wondered if I could get my cock in, or even a finger. I wanted to find out, but managed to control myself. I knotted a towel around her and swatted her butt to send her away.
Jenny came in while I was refilling the bathtub. Without another word, I kicked the door shut and started stripping the twelve-year-old's shirt off. "That's a hell of a battering ram you have there from giving a ten-year-old a bath," she accused, pointing her finger at my cock and moving it closer and closer until the tip of her finger grazed the fabric of my shorts over my cock head.
She was wearing the silky kind of gym shorts, and I pushed them and her panties down, not even bothering to check out what color they were today. I pushed my hand between her legs, palm against her pussy, and put my other hand on her back, ready to lift her into the tub. "Is that a problem?" I asked as I held her.
"Not for me," she giggled and wiggled her pussy against my palm. I came with a sharp intake of breath and a moan. "Not for you either," she added, as a large wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts. I enjoyed my orgasm and the feel of her pussy and wondered if I should always wear underwear around these girls, or never wear it.
I lifted her into the tub, and by the time I had knelt beside it, I was hard again. I washed Jennifer quickly, just taking time for a quick feel of her asshole and a quicker feel of her pussy. I wanted to get out of there because I wasn't sure what I would do. I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. "Not the most satisfying bath I've ever had," she commented, but I didn't care.
I didn't even bother draining the tub; I just opened the door and walked out into the living room. Carrie and Diana were sharing the sofa, towels knotted around their middles. "You girls better get dressed if we're going to a movie," I told them.
Jenny came up behind me. "Check out his tentpole," she said, pointing at my tented-out shorts. The two younger girls giggled while Jenny grinned. I mumbled something about a shower and retreated upstairs.
In my room, I eased my shorts over my engorged cock and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them toward a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. My cock looked even bigger than usual. I walked into my bathroom. My bathroom was twice the size of the one downstairs and contained an oversized shower and Jacuzzi tub. I started the shower and jumped in. The hot water felt good against my body. There were four shower heads in the stall so that hot water hit my body from every side.
I picked up a bar of soap, lathered my hands, and started stroking my much-abused cock. I could feel the stress of resisting my two little nymphets drain out of me. I stroked slowly, wanting the feeling to last, and the door opened.
Diana was standing there, still in her towel, just outside my shower, watching my hand as it continued to stroke my cock without conscious effort. "What are you doing?" she asked. Before I could stammer out some excuse, Diana dropped her towel and stepped in with me. She reached for my cock, and my hand slipped away. Her tiny hand wrapped around the top of my cock, and her thumb brushed against the tip, and I shot my load right across her chest.
As load after load of white, sticky cum shot out at the girl, her face was a mass of confusion. She didn't know whether to be excited, grossed out, or what. I understood completely, not sure what to feel myself as her hand remained on my shrinking cock.
After the last of my cum dribbled out of my shrunken cock, I took a washcloth and cleaned my mess from Diana's chest, thankful that none had gotten on her face or into her hair. I know there are girls that like cum facials, but I didn't think Diana would be one of them.
As I gently removed her hand from my cock, she said, "It got small." In that child's voice of wonder.
"They do that," I agreed and started drying her off, then myself. We walked into the bedroom where I got some clean shorts and a shirt. I didn't bother with underwear. We went downstairs where the other girls were dressed and waiting. Jenny raised an eyebrow at her naked sister but didn't say a word. I told Diana to hurry and get ready so we wouldn't miss the movie.
I didn't mention what had happened upstairs because I didn't have a clue what to say. An eight-year-old had just jerked me off. Well, she didn't really jerk me off, but she held my cock until I came, that's almost the same thing. For the first time since all of this started, I wondered what the food was like in prison. Did they have a good library, maybe I could catch up on my reading.
After Diana got dressed, in shorts and a t-shirt just like her sisters, we piled in the car and headed for the supermarket behind my house where we stocked up on pop and munchies.I don't know about you, but after shelling out eight bucks for a movie, I refuse to pay three more for a small coke.
When we got to the multiplex, I had an old field jacket that I kept in the trunk for just such an occasion. We filled the pockets with our contraband and headed in. At the box office, I noticed that the third Lord of the Rings was still playing and made a mental note to come see it again.
Twenty-six bucks later, we were inside the air-conditioned theater and settling in our seats. Diana and Carrie wanted the front row, but I talked them into seats about six rows back, right in the middle. The girls sat down, and I distributed pops and snacks and then took my own seat. Jennifer was on my left, and Diana was on my right with Carrie on the other side of her. I glanced around, and we had the whole theater to ourselves. Just as I was twisting the top off my coke, the trailers started. 'Peter Pan' looked like it might be interesting, and I could take the girls. And the new 'Harry Potter' looked good, but it wasn't until June. There was a black remake of 'Can't Buy Me Love' which, as far as I could tell from the trailer, had absolutely no redeeming social value, and the Supreme Court could ban it anytime. There were two more trailers for 'Dumb and Dumber' type movies. Jenny seemed interested, but she was on her own for those. I had no use for the 'stupidity' type movies that seemed so popular today.
Then there was a Pepsi commercial. The one with the little girl as a gunfighter in a saloon. Cute kid. I silently toasted her with my coke.
The movie started, and as it did, Diana crawled up on my leg, and Carrie moved into her seat next to me. I'd forgotten that Hillary Duff was in this movie; I'd always liked her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a huge Hillary Duff fan because I like little girls, despite what had happened in the last couple of days. I just liked her show, 'Lizzie McGuire'. At least I used to. It started out as a cute show about a typical adolescent growing up; the cartoon alter ego was a nice touch. But after she got to be in the background of a junior rock star's music video, had another rocker sing on her Christmas float, and went to Italy and met a third rock star, she stopped being typical, and I stopped watching.
Still, she was cute. And growing up nicely, I must say, as I admired her enormous chest on the screen in front of me. I reached over and pulled Jenny up onto my other leg. She settled without complaint. My hand found a comfortable place on her warm inner thigh.
As I watched the movie, I found myself watching Hillary and the other girls on screen, more than following the story. I looked down, and my left hand had moved up to the crotch of Jenny's shorts. I didn't remember telling it to move. Jenny didn't seem to mind; in fact, she had opened her legs a little more, but I was still disturbed. Hands aren't supposed to move without order from the brain, are they? Then I noticed my right hand had found a similar resting place on Diana's crotch. I knew I hadn't consciously moved that one. She was eight, for God's sake.
I stared at my hands. I didn't move them, but I stared.
Maybe I was a closet pedophile, and my subconscious was taking over. I decided to focus on the movie. But as I looked up, there was Hillary's chest again, taking up practically half the screen. I felt my left hand start to stroke Jenny's crotch. I decided that I couldn't be held responsible for anything my hand did on its own and enjoyed the movie and the feel of Jenny's warm pussy beneath the thin silky fabric of her gym shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties.
When the movie ended, the left hand was down the front of Jenny's shorts, gently stroking her slit, and my right hand was stroking the crotch of Diana's shorts. I decided that this was going to have to stop right now. As I watched the credits roll on the screen, I decided that it would have to stop after the credits were done. These people worked hard to make this movie, and we owed them to at least watch their names roll past.
After the last credit and even the copyright notice had flashed by, and the theater lights came up, Jenny stretched, then looked down at my right hand in her sister's crotch. I thought she was going to say something, but she just opened her legs a little wider. Then I noticed Carrie. She was leaning over, with her elbows on the armrest and her head propped on her hands, watching my one hand stroke Diana's crotch and the movement of my other hand under her big sister's shorts.
This was too much, I decided, and pulled my hand out of Jenny's shorts. "Time to go," I announced as I took my other hand off Diana. The two girls smiled and stood up. I stood and stretched, realizing that there wasn't a lot of circulation in my legs.
I made sure that the girls cleaned up their trash, and we left. Walking painfully out to the car with Carrie and Diana holding my hands, I thought about what I had to do.
I drove the girls home, then told them to go out and play while I talked to their mother. Inside the trailer, I got a big surprise - Dave was home too. I hadn't seen him in over a week. Seeing Dave made me reconsider my decision. Dave looks like the kind of guy NFL linemen cross the street to avoid. I'd never seen him anything but mellow and laid back, but I could imagine the kind of damage he could do.
We made small talk for several minutes, then Linda commented, "I'd just been telling Dave before you got here that I should go with the girls tomorrow and have you give me a bath too."
I could feel the flush on my face. I glanced at Dave, but he was smiling like usual.
I stood and gave Linda a courtly bow. "Madam, you are always welcome in my bathtub. In fact, I invite you to use my Jacuzzi upstairs, but if madam wishes to be bathed, she must get her husband to do it. My religion forbids me to bathe anyone over thirty."
Linda stuck her tongue out at me. "Ageist," she accused. She'd recently had her thirtieth birthday, and it had been a little traumatic.
"I'm only twenty-nine," Dave commented.
"Anytime you're ready," I offered, and Linda stuck her tongue out at both of us.
"You know, if you'd beat her more often, she wouldn't be so uppity," I offered.
Linda leaned back in her chair to say something, but lost her balance and fell backward onto the floor. Dave and I both started laughing and couldn't stop. Linda just crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.
Several minutes later, Dave and I were able to get ourselves under control. I was about to stand and offer Linda a hand up when Jenny walked in. Jenny looked at Dave and me sitting at the table and her mom laying on her chair on the floor. "Why's mom on the floor?" She asked, which set Dave and me off again. After a few seconds, Linda started laughing too. Jenny looked at the three of us with a 'everyone over twelve is crazy' look, picked up a basketball off the bed, and left.
By the time I stopped laughing, my ribs hurt. Dave and I both stood and offered hands to Linda. She took one of each, and we pulled her and her chair into an upright position.
"Seriously..." I started, then took a deep breath because the giggles almost came back, "If you and Dave would like to come over and use the Jacuzzi sometime, you're welcome." I thought that would take some of the sting out of the rest of what I decided to say. "But I really don't think the girls should come over anymore unless one of you comes with them."
"Paul, I thought we settled this," Linda said.
"Things are getting out of control," I said, looking at Dave out of the corner of my eye.
"What things?" Linda asked.
I looked at Dave, then back at Linda. I wasn't sure what, if anything, she had told him. And I wasn't sure I was going to live long enough to tell it all.
"Today, after giving Carrie and Jenny their baths. Your daughter got in the shower with me," I expected an explosion, but Dave just sat there, smiling like always.
"And?" Linda prodded.
"And grabbed my cock, and I came all over her."
"You probably needed it after Jenny's bath," Linda said understandingly.
"Not the point," I told her.
"Which daughter?" Dave asked.
I looked down at the table as I answered, "Diana."
Dave and Linda looked at each other. "Figures," they said in unison.
"Is that the only problem?" Linda asked.
"We can tell Diana to stay out of your shower," Dave offered.
I really didn't understand what was going on. I'd just told these two great parents that I'd cum all over their eight-year-old daughter, and they didn't care. "At the movies, two of your daughters sat on my lap."
"So?" Dave said.
"I rubbed their crotches during the entire movie," I admitted, not even blaming my hands, which had acquired lives of their own.
"Did they mind?" Dave asked.
"Which daughters?" Linda inquired.
"Diana and Jenny," I answered as I wondered what had happened to reality. Had someone slipped me some bad LSD, and I was really in a rubber room somewhere, and this was all a dream?
"Be careful that you don't give Carrie middle child syndrome," Linda admonished.
"We don't want another Jan Brady," Dave offered.
I shut my eyes and shook my head. Maybe I was in a coma somewhere, hooked up to one of those machines that goes beep...beep...beep. I'd just told them that I'd molested their eight and twelve-year-old daughters at the movies, and apparently, they wanted me to molest their ten-year-old so she wouldn't feel left out.
I stood up and nodded to my best friends and left the trailer. The girls were playing basketball with some other kids. I waved, but I don't think anyone noticed. I drove home, and even though it was just seven o'clock, I went to bed.I knew I would wake up in the morning from the most erotic dream I'd ever had, and I'd had some doozies. There was the time that I was driving a bus load of supermodels and we got stuck in a blizzard, and needed body heat to keep alive. Now that was a dream.
The next day I woke up refreshed and ready to meet the day. I had four houses to inspect and was glad to get an early start. Through the incredible luck of everybody being home when they were supposed to, I managed to get all four houses done in time for a late lunch at Sizzler. I had a big ribeye and baked potato and headed home, not even bummed about the four feet of paperwork I was going to work on. Life was good.
About three, there was a knock on the door, and a second later, Diana stuck her head in and announced, "We're here." The three girls walked in, followed by their mother. The girls took up positions around the TV and Linda came over to me at the computer.
"I thought we decided we weren't going to do this anymore?" I asked.
"You promised my girls baths until the shower was fixed, and I intend to hold you to it," Linda said sternly. "But if you're too scared to give Carrie and Jenny their baths, they'll just have to understand." I relaxed, "After you explain it to them.
"But..."
"No buts. We trust you."
"Would you please stop saying that?" I almost shouted.
Linda grinned. "And Jennifer has something she wants to ask you." I groaned, now what? "She's promised that she'll only ask once, and that she'll accept your decision, no matter what it is."
"Just like her mother?"
Linda grinned again. "She wants to ask you while you're giving her a bath, but if you don't give her one, or you think you'll think clearer with her clothes on, she can ask you before."
"You're not a nice person," I told her after glancing at the three beautiful girls sitting on my sofa, and knowing that I couldn't tell them no.
"I'm a wonderful person," Linda informed me and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. It was a nice kiss but it shocked me. She'd never kissed me before, or me her. "Do you want me to pick them up, or you drop them off?"
"I'll drop them," I said resignedly. Linda blew me another kiss and skipped to the door. Literally skipped. She was enjoying my discomfort way too much.
I saved my work on the computer and walked resignedly to the bathroom.
Actually, on the inside I was skipping myself. I realized that I'd hoped Linda would ignore my pleas. I filled the bathtub with water and bubbles and called in Diana. It must have been a skipping kind of day, because a few seconds later she came skipping into the bathroom, already pulling off her shirt. "Are you going to give me a bath, like you do my sisters?" she asked as she pushed down her jean skirt and white panties. "I sure am," I told her, giving up all pretense. I knew that if she hadn't asked me, I would have volunteered. Diana giggled and stepped into the tub before I could lift her. She sat down and started splashing and blowing handfuls of bubbles and I realized how my floor got so wet. I knelt beside the tub and before I could pick up soap and washcloth, I was soaked.
I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. I hesitated a second, then dropped my shorts as well. I kicked the wet clothes into the corner and stood there in my briefs. "Is your thingy long and pointy? Or did it get small again?" she asked.
"Let's see," I told her and slipped off my underwear. My cock was small but already starting to grow. Diana looked disappointed for a couple of seconds but then went back to splashing around in the tub.
I knelt again, found the soap and started lathering my hands, then rubbing the little girl all over her back. When I got to her ass, I started exploring a little. I found her asshole and as I rubbed it, realized that it was too small and tight for my finger even if I wanted to.
I switched to her front. Her chest was no different from a boy's, with nipples that looked like they had been painted on and no areolas to speak of. I washed it and her stomach, then I gently explored her pussy. No hair, of course, but fat puffy lips that were just a little ticklish. As I rubbed her, I tried to insert my finger, but it would only go in up to my fingernail. I finished by washing her legs.
I stood up and lifted her by her armpits out of the tub. As I set her on the floor, "It got big again," she said with awe.
"Yes, it did," I agreed.
"Can I touch it again?"
"Okay," I agreed, after all she already had, and her parents didn't care. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around the head.
"Is it going to shoot that stuff again?" she asked.
"Do you want it to?"
She thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, but not on me."
I stood so that I was pointed at the bathtub full of dying bubbles. Then I took her hand and moved it up and down my shaft. It only took four strokes. "It's happening," I whispered, and Diana giggled as a long slimy rope of sperm shot out of my cock and landed in the water. She kept stroking and four more loads of semen landed in the tub.
When nothing more came out, she looked up at me, her hand still on my cock, "That was fun," she said. "Yes, it was," I agreed.
"Can we do it again?"
"Not right now," I told her, "But maybe later," thinking about the two other baths on my schedule.
I dried her off and sent her to the living room wrapped in a towel, then cleaned the bathroom. When I finished, I found my shorts and wrung them out and put them on. The damp shorts were cold against my body, but I thought, maybe that would be a good thing. I refilled the tub and called Carrie.
Carrie was wearing a jean skirt too, and when I pulled it off, I discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "And where are your panties, young lady?" I asked in as stern a voice as I could manage.
Carrie giggled, "I didn't wear any today," she admitted.
"And why not?" I asked, not trying to be stern anymore but just curious.
Carrie giggled again. "I was playing with Bobby Taylor this morning and he gets all excited when he sees my cunny."
"How often does he see your cunny?" I said, looking at it myself.
"About a year ago, I forgot my panties and he saw it accidentally. After that, every couple of weeks, I'd `accidentally' forget my panties," I liked the way she put the accent on accidentally.
"And who is Bobby Taylor and just what does Bobby do when he gets excited?" I asked as I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She hadn't started wearing bras yet.
"Bobby's a friend from school. Actually he'll be a sixth grader next year." Carrie would be going into fifth, I knew. "And when he gets excited, his pants get all pointed just like yours and he tries to touch me down there."
"Do you let him?" I asked as I lifted her by her armpits into the tub.
"Once," she admitted as she settled into the warm water. "About two weeks ago. But his pointy thing went away and he ran home," she said, in a confused voice.
"And what did you do?" I asked as I started soaping her back.
"Started forgetting my panties more often," she said with another giggle. Then she got serious. "Why'd he run away?"
"Well, I'd guess that he came in his pants and got all embarrassed."
"Well of course he came in his pants, do you think he'd come over to my house naked?"
"Different kind of came," I explained. "When boys have sex, they get all excited, then they feel real good and shoot semen out of their..." I hesitated over what word to use. "...Cocks." I looked into her eyes as I soaped her butt and saw that she understood. "Semen is also called cum, that's C-U-M and shooting it is called cumming."
"So when I said he came in his pants, I meant that he shot a load of cum into his underwear. That's probably why he got all embarrassed and ran away."
"What's cum look like?" she asked as I removed my finger from her butt and started washing her future tits.
I considered standing up and showing her. My cock had already come back to attention. "Kind of like hand lotion," I said as I squeezed a nipple between thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly and sank a little deeper into the bubbles.
She was quiet for a while as I washed her stomach and legs. Then as I started on her pussy, "You said that boys cum when they're having sex." I nodded and separated her outer lips so that I could rub the inner ones. "Me and Bobby weren't having sex, he was just touching my cunny."
"Well, guys sometimes get so excited that they can cum without anyone touching them," I said. I could feel my own hard cock throbbing. "In fact, the first time I gave Jenny a bath and washed her pussy..." I pushed a finger past her inner lips and started `washing' the inside of her cunt. "I came in my shorts," I admitted.
She thought about that, then asked, "Did you cum when you washed my pussy yesterday?"
"No," I admitted, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, I added, "But I'm sure that when you're twelve, I would."
"That's okay," she assured me. "I know that I don't have much of a body yet compared to Jenny."
"You have a great body for a ten-year-old," I told her as I pushed my finger in deeper, about halfway.
"You really think so," she asked and shoved her pelvis against my hand, pushing my finger in all the way. I couldn't believe it. She seemed happy to have the intruding digit buried in her cunt. I pulled it out and then quickly pushed it back in and she moaned.
"Does Jenny like it when you do this?" she asked breathlessly.
"I haven't done this to Jenny," I told the ten-year-old. True as far as it went.I hadn't really fucked Jenny with my finger, just explored a bit. "Yet," I added.
"I'm first?"
"You are," I agreed and kept pistoning my finger in and out of her cunt. She leaned back more, pushing her pelvis against my hand. For a minute, I thought she'd slip beneath the water, but she didn't. Suddenly her whole body went rigid while my finger was deep inside, then she relaxed.
"God, that was awesome," I grinned and stood up. "Did you cum too?" I looked down and my cock had shrunk in my shorts, and cum was dripping out the leg hole.
"I guess I did," I admitted, surprised. I'd been so caught up in her orgasm, I hadn't noticed mine.
I lifted her out of the tub, dried her quickly, and sent her out to the living room. Diana came in while I was draining the tub. She looked at my crotch disappointed. "Did you let Carrie make you shoot your stuff?" she asked, a touch of jealousy in her voice.
"Nope," I told her as I started running hot water back into the tub. "It did it by itself."
Diana looked at me suspiciously, then nodded and skipped away.
My life was getting complicated. But in the words of Artie Johnson, "Very interesting."
I went to the living room, scooped up Jenny, and carried her back to the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that looked like they'd been painted on and a halter top. As I undressed her, I asked, "Were you playing with Bobby Taylor today?"
"No," she said as she stepped out of her panties. "He's just a sixth grader. Besides, he likes Carrie." She giggled as I lifted her into the tub. "But sometimes when I'm getting a tan, he likes to look at me."
I picked up the soap and started washing her back. "Do you like him looking? And just how small is your bikini?" I asked.
"My bikini covers everything it's supposed to cover," she assured in a shocked voice, then giggled and added, "Sort of. And I don't mind Bobby looking, he's kind of cute. But Carrie likes him, so I won't encourage him or anything."
"It's nice that you respect your sister's property," I agreed, and she giggled again at calling Bobby property.
"But he is cute, and I wouldn't mind sharing if Carrie offered."
"You're a good sister," I told her and ran my fingers lightly over her spine in the small of her back. She shuddered.
"Yes, I am," she agreed.
I moved down to her ass. As my fingers parted her cheeks, she shifted onto her left cheek to give me easier access. I ran my soapy finger up and down the length of her crack, then I found the entrance to her ass and pushed my finger inside.
"Your mom said you had something to ask me?" I inquired as I explored her asshole.
"Not yet," she said as she moaned softly.
I grinned and kept finger-fucking her tight young ass. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out my finger and re-soaped my hands, then started on those great little tits. I rubbed my fingers around her dark brown areolas and then rubbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Jenny groaned and sank deeper into the warm soapy water. I wondered what she'd do if I leaned over and started sucking on one of those nipples.
But I decided to be mature and responsible. Not that I wasn't going to suck on her tits, but I was going to at least be patient.
I gave her nipples a last tweak and then started washing her flat stomach. I washed all the way down her pelvis, but left her slit alone, then I started doing her long beautiful legs. I'd come twice already, but my cock was again hard and ready for action. I could feel it pressed against the side of the bathtub through my shorts.
I dropped the soap and washcloth into the water and sat back on my heels. "All done," I announced.
"You forgot something," Jenny told me with a slight pout.
"Oh yeah. You wanted to ask a question before your bath was over," I agreed.
"No, you didn't wash something."
"Let's see," I said and looked off into space as if thinking. "No, I think I did everything. Did an especially good job on your asshole."
Jenny blushed, but said, "No, you didn't wash me here," and pointed to her pussy with both hands.
I slapped my head, "You're right, I forgot. Remind me tomorrow."
Suddenly Jenny's hand shot out of the water and reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "Listen, mister," She said in a tough voice. "My mom told you to give me a bath, and you damn well better finish the job."
"Okay," I agreed as she squeezed. She released my erection, and I was amazed I hadn't come, but I'd been too surprised. Then she leaned back in the tub, lifted her knees up, and spread her legs as wide as they'd go.
I soaped my fingers again and gently washed around her pussy, stroking the outside of her slit but not penetrating. Just like a responsible adult.
"Listen, Mister. You can do better than that," She said as I made as if finished. She made a claw of her hand and slowly moved it toward my crotch.
"Okay, Okay," I laughed and started giving her the attention she wanted. Pushing my finger in and out of her soft warm cunt and rubbing along her clit. She relaxed and lay back against the tub, her eyes closing. "What was it you wanted to ask me."
Her eyes popped open again. "I almost forgot," she said and then groaned as I gave some special attention to her clit. "Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. Then she tensed up again, without realizing it, she reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I could feel her orgasm as my finger continued its work, and I shot my load at the same time. As we finished, she realized that her hand was wrapped around my rapidly softening cock, but she didn't pull away, just smiled sheepishly. "I needed that," she whispered.
"So did I," I said and pushed my finger deep inside her one last time. Then I pulled my finger out, brought it to my lips, and licked it like an ice cream cone. She tasted of girl and sex and soap. A little too much soap, I needed to cut back in the future.
As she watched me, she blushed and giggled. "Can I ask my favor now?"
"You can ask me anything," I told as I stood up and lifted her from the tub.
She giggled again. "I used to have sleepovers all the time with my friends, but now that we live in that tiny little trailer..."
I almost laughed at the way that she emphasized "tiny". "Yes?"
"I was wondering..."
"Yes?" I could already see where she was going, but I had no intention of helping her get there.
"Could I invite my friends over here?"
"For a sleepover?" She nodded. "I don't know." The idea of Jenny spending the night was making me hard again. But with a bunch of friends. I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Then I had a brainstorm. I'd pass the buck and let somebody else say no.
"I suppose," I told her, and her face instantly broke into a huge smile. "But the problem is, your friend's moms won't go for it. I mean I'm a single guy. They're not going to let their little girls spend the night with a single guy they don't know." There, that should take care of it.
Jenny's face had fallen when I said "but," but now she grinned again. "Not a problem. Mom already talked to them, and they're cool. She told them that she trusted you completely." I was really beginning to hate the T word.
I knew what a general felt like when he realized that he'd lead his men into a trap. "Just when did you want this sleepover?"
"Tonight," she admitted softly.
"Tonight!" I exploded.
Jenny looked down at her toes. "It's okay with everybody, if it's okay with you."
I stared at her silently, stone-faced. Jenny looked at her toes for almost a minute, then looked at me, then back at her toes. She was dripping on the bath mat, so I picked up a towel and started drying her off. As I worked my way down to her legs, Jenny looked up and grinned, "Would it help if I mentioned that they're all cute?"
"I'm not sure if that helps or hurts," I growled. I turned her around and started working back up her backside. I smiled at that cute little ass, but returned to a stoneface as I turned her back around.
The whole idea bothered me. As Jenny's "uncle," I would have said yes in a second, just to be nice. But considering some of the things that had happened with Jenny, her sisters, and me in the last few days, this whole thing could be a catastrophe waiting to happen. I had a suspicion that Jenny's friend's moms wouldn't be nearly as understanding as Linda was.
I dropped the used towel on the floor and picked up another one to wrap around her waist. I maintained my stoneface as my mind raced with images. I pictured Jenny and two or three junior high sexpots running around the living room naked. I pictured high grey stone walls and iron bars. I pictured Jenny laying on her back on my bed, legs spread wide waiting for my cock, saying "whose cherry is next?" to a group of giggling naked girls. I pictured an angry father with a shotgun banging on my front door as I cowered behind the sofa.
As I stood, Jenny sighed and smiled. "That's okay, Uncle Paul. I understand."
If she'd pouted or whined, or pouted and whined, it would have been so simple. "What time are your friends coming?" I asked, my stone face cracking a little.
"You mean it?" she almost screamed, her face literally exploding into a smile as she launched herself at me.
I caught her and held her in an off-the-floor hug. "How many?" I asked, looking down at her grinning face.
"Four," she said timidly, afraid that she'd overdone it.
I nodded. "There are rules," I said with authority and set her back on the ground.
She nodded.
"One. There will be no mention of your bath time." She nodded with a knowing smile. "I don't want you embarrassed when your friends find out you're not old enough to take a bath by yourself." Jenny nodded again, with a smile that told me she didn't believe my explanation.
"Two.My house will be cleaner when you leave than it was when you get here. I don't care whether you do it by yourself, or all your friends help. Fair enough? I asked, and she nodded again.
"Three. Bedtime is when I say it is. No arguments."
"You wouldn't say bedtime at eight or nine or anything?" she asked.
"If I do?"
"If you do, we go straight to bed," she agreed. "Do you want to give us all baths first?" she asked slyly.
"Any talk like that and the deal is off," she lost her grin and nodded soberly.
"Any more rules?" she asked.
"Do I need more?"
"No. We'll be good. You'll like them, I promise." She grinned again, opened the door, and skipped out of the room. I wondered just how she meant that.
I didn't bother cleaning the bathroom, after all, I had a junior high maid service coming in later. As I walked out, I looked at the clock, four-thirty. "Okay, troops, here's the plan," I announced. "I'm going to take a quick shower while everybody gets dressed. Then I'm taking Jenny home, and Carrie and Diana out for ice cream." Jenny frowned. "Then I'll drop off the two troublemakers, pick up Jenny again, and we'll hit the store on the way home for chips and drinks and things."
Carrie looked at her sister and whispered, "He said yes?" a little more loudly than she meant to.
"Yes, he said yes," I agreed. "Because he's a masochist and you're all pains," I added as I headed up the stairs. I stripped off my soggy, cum-soaked shorts and headed for the shower. I was hard again from thinking about Jenny and her nymphet friends.
The water had just started beating down on my shoulders when the door opened, and a naked Diana was standing there. I wasn't very surprised. "Can I come in?"
"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?" I asked with a grin I couldn't hide.
"Yes," she agreed and stepped into the shower without waiting for further invitation.
She stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Did Jenny make you shoot your stuff?" she asked as she reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft.
"Yes," I admitted as she rubbed my cock from the head to the base and back again. "But only through my shorts." Diana looked thoughtful, then nodded. I wondered if she thought this was her personal toy.
I leaned back against the shower wall and enjoyed her handjob. When I felt like I was about to cum, I pulled her hand away and dropped down to my knees. I leaned forward until her tiny pussy was eye level and reached up and touched it. Diana giggled. I rubbed my forefinger against her slit and then pushed it in. It penetrated to about the fingernail before it stopped, just like before during her bath.
Diana giggled again. I looked up into her face. "Do you want me to push in farther?" I asked. "It may hurt."
"Do you do that to my sisters?" I nodded, she hesitated, then nodded back.
"It's going to hurt a bit. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much." I put my other hand on the small of her back and then pushed again, twisting my finger as I did. Her pussy resisted, then all of a sudden I was in to the second knuckle. Diana gasped, and as I looked up, I saw her biting her lip, a single tear running down her cheek.
"It should be okay now," I told her and reached up with my spare hand to wipe away the tear and gently brush her hair.
I read someplace just recently that fewer and fewer girls have intact hymens anymore, because of bike riding and accidents, etc. But I had definitely broken Diana's. I wondered what Linda and Dave would say if I announced that I had busted Diana's cherry. Probably, "That's okay. We trust you." My cock was throbbing as I sat on my knees, my finger half buried in her tiny pussy. "I'm going to move my finger now," I told her. "It may still hurt a little, but it shouldn't be as bad."
"Jenny and Carrie like you doing this?" she asked as I pulled my finger almost out, and she grimaced.
"Yes, but remember that they're older and bigger, so it didn't hurt as much the first time." I pushed my finger back in, a little further this time, and she seemed relaxed.
I moved the tip of my finger around in her pussy, and she giggled. "That feels funny," she said.
"Do you like it?" I asked as I pulled my finger back out again.
"Do you want me to stop, or to keep going?"
"Keep going," she said after a short pause, so I pushed my finger back in. I explored her tiny cavern and located her clit. As I touched it, she gasped. "Do that again." I did, and Diana spasmed into orgasm. I wondered if it was her first. For that matter, I wondered if Carrie had her first one in the bath today.
"That was wonderful," She announced, threw her arms around my head, and pulled me forward into a hug. Since my face was at her crotch level, I wound up with it pressed against her pelvis. I reached my tongue out and tasted the top of her slit. "That tickles," she shouted and hugged me tighter, so I did it again.
I pulled my head free and stood up. My cock ached; it was so hard. Looking down at it, I could swear it was a couple of inches longer than usual. Can cocks grow when they get hyper excited?
I took her hand and put it on my cock just below the head. I guided her hand up over the sensitive head of my penis and exploded. At least she was to the side. Diana giggled some more as rope after rope of creamy goo shot out of the tip of my cock as her hand gently massaged it.
I leaned back against the wall of the shower and slowly sunk to the floor. Diana's hand came off my softening cock, and I pulled her down into my lap, my small soft cock pressed against her leg. I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue gently teasing her lips. "Thank you," I told her.
"Did that feel good?" she asked wide-eyed.
"It was wonderful," I agreed, and she grinned at me.
I stood her up and told her, "Get dry and get dressed," swatting her on her bare butt to emphasize my command. She stuck her tongue out at me but opened the door and disappeared.
I felt exhausted. I'd cum four times in two hours. I don't think I've been that horny since high school. I reluctantly pushed myself to my feet and started lathering my body. I still had a sleepover to get ready for.
Chapter 6 "I Went to a Garden Party"
I came downstairs a few minutes later. Jenny gave me a questioning look, "A quick shower?" she commented with a grin.
"Would you like a quick sleepover?" I threatened. Jenny looked startled, and I looked away quickly so I wouldn't ruin it by smiling. Carrie and Jenny were dressed and ready to go. Surprisingly, Diana was dressed and just tying her second shoe. "Grab your stuff and let's go," I announced as Diana pulled her lace tight.
The girls grabbed their piles of dirty clothes, and we headed out the door.
We dropped Jenny off at the trailer with all the dirty clothes, and I took her two younger sisters out for sundaes. I thought about having the girls sit on my lap while they ate, but one thing would lead to another, and I figured I didn't need the stimulation right now.
I dropped off the girls, picked up Jenny, and we headed for the supermarket. When we got inside, I picked up a computer magazine and stood at the checkout counter reading an article about servers. After a few seconds, I looked up at Jenny, who'd been watching me. "Don't you have some shopping to do?" I asked, then flipped to the next page.
"What can I get?" she asked.
"Whatever you need," I told her without looking up. "It's your party after all." Jenny turned and started toward the line of empty shopping carts. "Just remember, it's coming out of your allowance." Jenny grinned and skipped off, figuring she was safe since she didn't get an allowance from either me or her parents.
I grinned to myself and went back to my article about servers. Dell had a new one that looked hot, not that I needed anything with that much power.
I'm not sure how long she took, but I finished the article on servers, another on virus software, and I'd started one on the newest digital cameras when she came back. I looked in her cart, and she had a selection of pop, chips, a couple of frozen pizzas, and some popcorn. I shook my head, and we headed for the checkout.
We loaded the groceries in the car and headed home. When we got there, I left Jenny to take care of the groceries, and I settled into my recliner with a new Turtledove novel and relaxed. A few minutes later, Jenny wandered in, turned on the TV to MTV, and settled in my lap. I ignored her.
It must have been the right time of day or something, but for once, MTV wasn't too obnoxious. Jenny laid her head on my chest and listened, and I read my book. Despite my best intentions, my other hand found a nice resting place on her denim-covered ass.
A few minutes after six, there was a knock on the door, and Jenny leaped up and raced for it. I put the recliner back to a sitting position, found a bookmark, and followed more slowly. Jenny was talking animatedly with a girl who reminded me a lot of Carrie. Same super short haircut, but this one was a blonde, same athletic build, same bare beginnings of a chest. The new girl was wearing a green half-shirt and cut-off jeans.
Somewhere in the jumble of words they were spewing almost simultaneously, Jenny found time to tell me that "this is Angie."
I looked at the woman behind them. "Hi, I'm Mona," she introduced herself. "Angie's mom," she added unnecessarily.
"Hi, I'm Paul. Jenny's sort of uncle," I acknowledged.
"And a brave man."
"Or a stupid one," I agreed, "There's a fine line."
"What time should I pick her up?" she asked. "I'm getting Debbie too."
"I don't know any Debbie's. And I haven't got a clue.Mona laughed.
"What's usual in these situations?"
"How does ten sound?" I nodded just as two more little girls ran up and pushed past her.
The girls were twins and dressed identically except the one on the left had a purple t-shirt and white shorts, and the one on the right had a white t-shirt and purple shorts. They were a little taller than Jenny, and their tight shirts showed that their breasts were a lot bigger than Angie's but not as big as Jenny's. Both had black hair that hung down to their shoulder blades. They immediately joined in the fast-paced conversation.
"That's Erin and Whitney," Mona told me as another woman walked up and joined us. "And this is their always-tired mom, Katey."
"Hi Katey," I acknowledged. "Always tired?" "They're like the Energizer bunny. They never wear down," she said, nodding at the twins. "And they're not twins as you probably thought, just sisters. Erin's twelve and Whitney is eleven." I looked at them again, and I would have sworn they were twins.
I shook my head. "I don't think I'll believe you without birth certificates and a note from their doctor and a Ph.D. in Genetics."
"I know what you mean," Mona agreed. "And to top it off, Whitney skipped a grade, so they're both going into seventh this year." I grinned and shook my head again. "And I believe this is Debbie," she added as a girl walked up holding hands with a not-too-much-older woman.
Debbie had brown hair that looked like Jenny's and was even cut the same. In fact, they could have been sisters, except that Debbie's chest was much more developed. I felt my cock stir in my pants. "Hi, I'm Jenny," the new woman introduced herself. I couldn't believe she was much more than twenty-one or two. And she was definitely hot. I felt my cock stir again. She couldn't be Debbie's mom.
"That's a problem," I told her. "Girls named Jenny give me nothing but problems." My Jenny shot me a dirty look and went on talking to her friends.
The older Jenny noticed the look and laughed. "That works great, because I love being a problem child. I'm Debbie's sister," she added.
Mona noticed the way I was looking at Jenny and warned, "Watch out, she may look like a supermodel, but she's more like a rocket scientist."
"A rocket scientist?" I asked Jenny.
She blushed. "I'm working on my doctorate in math and physics at Stanford," she explained.
"Rocket scientist," I agreed.
"Their parent passed on a couple of months ago," Mona explained in a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry," I told them.
"Thank you. It was a car accident. We're..." I saw Jenny squeeze Debbie's hand, "getting used to it."
"Is Debbie going back to Stanford with you?" I asked without thinking. I was getting pretty personal for someone I just met a couple of minutes ago.
"We're not sure what we're going to do yet," Jenny said. "Debbie doesn't want to leave her school and her friends, but of course she can't stay here alone..." her voice trailed off.
"Maybe Paul will take her," Mona said to break the mood. "After all, he's learning about slumber parties and everything." Mona and Katey laughed, and Jenny smiled.
"First we'll see if I can survive tonight," I told them, "then we'll worry about the next step." The three women grinned and said their goodbyes. I ushered the girls past the door and shut it. My first slumber party was starting.
The girls congratulated on the sofa and chair in front of the TV, so I settled in at the computer. My plan was to be productive and catch up on some of my paperwork, but instead I pulled up a copy of Age of Empires and tried to conquer the world. I was doing pretty good, considering that my concentration was broken by giggles and the occasional shriek.
About seven, Jenny got out the pop and chips, even bringing me a Coke.
About seven-thirty, Linda called. "Hi Paul, surviving?"
"So far, so good. Actually, they've been pretty quiet so far."
"That's when you should worry the most," she told me.
"Any words of wisdom?"
"Try not to show fear. They can smell fear."
"You're a lot of help."
"I try," she answered with a small laugh.
"And I won't forget who set me up for this. I thought sure I could get out of this by saying that the other girls' moms wouldn't go for it. But somebody had already called them and cleared the way."
"Just trying to be helpful," she said, laughing again.
"Just remember, not only do I know where you live, but Dave likes me better than you."
"You hear that?" she asked. "That's the sound of me sticking my tongue out at you."
"Just because you know it's true," I kidded. "Just a second." Jenny had walked over, and I looked up at her. "Yes?"
"Can we have the pizzas now?" she asked.
"You know where the kitchen is," I told her and went back to her mom. "Just your daughter wanting to be fed."
"An all-too-regular occurrence," she sighed. "Gets expensive."
"You wanted to be a mom."
"I never planned on it. Dave and I were just having fun, and one day I had a belly ache and out popped Jennifer. A couple of years later, Carrie showed up, and we were just getting used to the two of them when Diana was sitting on the doorstep."
"Must be something in the water."
"That's why I stopped drinking it after Diana. Can you imagine three kids, two adults, a dog, and a baby in this trailer?"
"I'd rather not, I'm squeamish."
"So are there any virgins left at your house?" she asked. I could hear the grin in her voice. I hung up on her.
Jenny served the pizza. The girls all sat at the dining room table and ate, and Jenny brought me a couple of pieces at the computer. I saved the game - I'd been doing great and wanted to finish it sometime - and moved to my recliner. I balanced the pizza on my lap and picked up my book. The TV was tuned to MTV, some rap video, but I ignored it.
After dinner, Jenny got out a Monopoly game she'd brought from home, and the girls set it up on the table. "Do you want to play with us?" she called.
I wish she hadn't put it quite that way. I almost said yes. I love Monopoly, but I get a little too competitive, and I was afraid I might scare them. I get downright bloodthirsty. "No, thanks, you go ahead."
"You can change the channel if you want." Nice of her, I thought, letting me change the channel on my own television. The remote was over on the sofa, so I got up and went and got it. When I sat back down, I tuned in CNN. The girls might peg me as an old fuddy-duddy, but I was a news junkie and I needed my fix. So far, it was like any other night. I was camped in my chair with a book and CNN. Life was good.
From the sounds I heard over the next couple of hours, my bloodthirsty nature might have fit in just fine with the girls. About eleven-thirty, the girls all came over and sat on the sofa together. Jenny looked at the television and then back at me with an arched eyebrow.
"So who won?" I asked.
"Debbie," the other three answered together. "Debbie always wins," Erin added.
"But I came in second," Whitney chimed in.
"Debbie always wins?" I asked.
"I haven't lost a Monopoly game since I was in third grade," Debbie announced proudly. "And that was with Angie's big brother and his friends, and they were all in high school. Besides, I think they cheated," she added to justify her loss.
"Maybe I should have played," I mused, thinking that I could teach her some humility.
"My sister Jenny's taken some psych classes, and she says that the male ego is very fragile," Debbie said with confidence.
Jenny whispered something to the girls, and they giggled, got up, and ran to the bedroom. My house is huge. Upstairs is the master bedroom and bath. Then I have three more bedrooms and another full bath. Two of the bedrooms barely have room for the beds because they're full of bookcases and books. Downstairs, in addition to the living room, dining room, and kitchen, is another bedroom and another full bath. Five bedrooms, three baths, and a full acre of land, and I got it for a song at a tax auction. I'd told Jenny that she and her friends could use the downstairs bedroom tonight. It had twin beds.
They came out a few minutes later looking like a wet dream. They were all wearing long t-shirts for nighties. Angie's was purple and said "Gap" across the chest. It hung to about an inch above her knees. Jenny's was white with a picture of gymnast Barbie and barely covered her crotch. Whitney and Erin had identical powder blue shirts that hung about halfway between knee and crotch. Identical except that Whitney had a galloping horse going to her left, and Erin had one going right. Debbie's shirt, which was only an inch or two longer than Jenny's, was yellow with a picture of a blond boy on it. He looked familiar, and I thought he was a singer or on TV or something.
Jenny hadn't been wearing a bra all day, and it was obvious that Debbie had taken hers off. Too obvious. My cock, which had been peaceful and quiet for the last few hours, started to grow and twitch.
The girls sat in a circle between me and the television. They were sitting Indian-style, and I had a chance to see beneath their shirts as they settled into position. Angie was wearing purple panties that matched her shirt. Whitney had on orange ones, and her sister had chosen royal blue ones. Debbie's were pink, and Jenny wasn't wearing any. I made a mental note to beat her severely, the little tease.
I only had a chapter to go in a really great book, but I couldn't concentrate. Instead, I watched the girls over the top of the book. They were talking about boys. I could tell from the occasional word that drifted over and the giggles and blushes I saw. My cock was fully hard now and twitched in my shorts as girls shifted positions and I caught glimpses of cotton-covered crotches.After a few minutes, Jenny and Debbie got up and walked over. "Uncle Paul?" Jenny said as she sat down on one of my legs, straddling it facing me. I was very conscious of her bare pussy rubbing against my bare leg, and my cock twitched again.
"Yes?" I said as Debbie sat down on the other leg in the same position, except her pussy was separated from my leg by a thin layer of pink cotton. Her cheeks were pink.
"Do you think Debbie has nice tits?" Debbie's face went redder.
I looked at Debbie, then purposely down at her chest. I could make out nice pointy nipples and the darker area of her areolas. "Yes, very nice," I answered, and Debbie went two shades darker.
"Better than mine?" Jenny asked, pushing her chest out toward my face.
I made a show of inspecting first Jenny's, then Debbie's chest. In front of us, the other three girls giggled and whispered. "Definitely bigger, but better is hard to say."
"What do you mean?" Debbie asked, her face losing just a little of its color.
"It depends on who you ask. Some guys like huge tits, so they'd say that Debbie's are better. Some like them smaller, so they'd like Jenny's."
"What about mine?" Angie asked, getting up and coming to stand next to us. "I barely have any."
"That's true today," I agreed. "But all girls grow at different times. Who knows, by the time you guys are seniors in high school, you may have the biggest tits of all. So what is this all about?"
"We were getting a little bored," Erin said, as she and Whitney got up and came over on my other side.
"So Jenny decided that she'd try to embarrass Debbie and me."
Whitney and Angie nodded as Jenny sputtered out a denial.
I lifted Debbie off my leg and pulled Jenny until she was laying across my lap, face down with her ass centered in front of me. "Debbie, how many spankings do you think she deserves?" I asked as I lifted my hand menacingly above her bottom.
"Fifty."
"What do you think Angie?" "Ten."
"Erin?"
"Ten."
"Whitney?"
"Fifty," she said firmly. "On her bare butt," and she reached down and pulled up the hem of Jenny's shirt, revealing that beautiful ass.
"I don't think so," I answered, pulling her shirt down again. "What about you, Jenny. How many do you think you deserve?"
"Ten," she said meekly.
"Let's see. That's two votes for fifty and three for ten. We could add them together and that would be a hundred and thirty," I mused out loud, and Jenny cringed. "Or we could average them and it would be twenty-six. Or we could use the median and that would be ten."
"What are you, a math teacher or something?" Whitney asked.
"Or something," I agreed. "I think we'll go with my vote, three." And without waiting for further discussion, I brought my hand down on Jenny's cotton-covered ass three times, not too hard, and then set her on her feet.
Jenny looked at me, and then looked at Debbie. "Sorry Debbie."
"That's okay," Debbie responded.
"I wish I had a video camera," Erin said, "Cameron would have gotten so turned on."
"Whose Cameron?" I asked.
"A boy in our class," Angie answered.
"He thinks Jenny is super hot," Whitney added.
"And you think that a video of Jenny in a short nightshirt getting spanked would turn him on?" I asked.
"He's twelve and a boy. A video of Jenny in a snowsuit shaking hands would turn him on," Debbie suggested.
"Oh yeah," Jenny put in, "What about Tyler?"
I didn't know who Tyler was or which one of the girls he was being aimed at, but I decided to go in a different direction. "If you ladies are bored, I have a hot tub in the backyard and it's a beautiful night."
Jenny brightened immediately. "That's a great idea." The other girls grinned.
"We didn't bring any suits," Debbie pointed out. And every body's face fell.
"I could point out that I have no neighbors. You could skinny dip."
"Cool," Erin said.
"What about him?" Whitney asked, nodding her head in my direction.
"I'll stay here and won't peek," I assured them.
The girls looked at each other and seemed to be communicating telepathically, then Jenny nodded and said, "I know where it is," and led the others toward the back deck.
After they had gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. They were just too sexy. I mentally commanded my erection to subside, but it ignored and throbbed. They'd left the sliding glass door open, and on the deck I could hear the sound of bodies entering water.
I picked up my book and managed to finish the last chapter. There was another book on the end table, I picked it up and started it. Another sci-fi novel, this one by James Hogan. I was about three chapters into it when Jenny peeked around the corner. I think she was surprised to find me still sitting there and not spying on them. "Don't look," she commanded.
"At what?" I asked, not understanding.
"At me," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom and get towels."
"Okay," I agreed and held the book in front of my face. I could hear bare feet run across the living and then a few seconds later run back.
"You didn't look," she said in a voice that was halfway between a question and an accusation.
"Nope," I assured her, and dropped the book to its normal reading position. Jenny was peeking around the door again.
"Well, okay," she said and disappeared.
A few minutes later, she and the others all appeared back in their nightshirts. "That was great," Angie told me, and the others quickly agreed. "We voted and you're the best uncle ever," she added.
"Thank you," I said, "But I'm not a real uncle, just a pretend one."
"You're the best uncle ever, real or pretend," Erin said.
"We'll see if you still think so when I wake you at five for our seven-mile run," I said, an evil grin on my face.
The other girls looked uncertain, but Jenny assured them, "He's kidding," then added softly, "I think."
The girls gave me a last suspicious look, then plopped on their stomachs in a circle, their heads close together. As they settled, I noticed that Whitney and Angie had decided not to put their panties back on. My hard-on, which had been quiet for the last twenty minutes, came roaring back to life.
I thought about standing up and letting them all see it tenting out the front of my shorts. I smiled as I played a small fantasy where all of them gathered around me and wanted to touch it, but in the end, I was a coward and stayed where I was.
Whitney was directly in front of me, and subconsciously, at least I think it was subconsciously, shifted position, and I was staring up her shirt and the bottom of her ass and her nearly hairless pussy. My cock must have jumped an inch.
"Time for bed," I announced, my mind flashing with the image of five naked girls and me in bed together.
Jenny's friends started to protest, but Jenny stood and said quickly, "Come on, five o'clock comes early." The others grumbled but got to their feet and started to follow Jenny to the bedroom. Just before they got there, Jenny turned around and walked back to me. She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, "Thank you, uncle Paul. This has been so cool," she blushed as she stood up and walked quickly back to the gaggle of girls.
Angie grinned and walked over to me. "Thank you, uncle Paul," she said and leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. Then Angie, Erin, and Whitney followed, thanked me, and each gave me a quick kiss. When the girls had all gathered again, they waved, then disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door.
I looked down at my cock, "Sorry, pal," I told it. "Better luck next time." I climbed out of my chair and started getting the house ready. I shut off all the lights except in the bathroom, so the girls could find it if they needed, then I locked the doors. I don't usually remember, but I had five precious treasures to protect tonight. Then I wearily climbed the stairs to my bedroom.
Inside, I stripped off my clothes quickly and fell onto the bed. Grabbing my hard, throbbing cock, I remembered. I stared at the ceiling, gently stroking it while I pictured bare and panty-clad crotches. And Debbie and Jenny's barely restrained tits inches from my face. I came hard, jets of semen covering my legs and stomach. As the last of it pumped out, I thought about getting up and getting cleaned up, but closed my eyes and went to sleep.Angie and Erin were sleeping peacefully on one bed, and Jenny, Erin, and Debbie shared the other.
Of course, it had been warm enough that they slept on top of the sheets. And all but Debbie had taken off their nightshirts. Angie was naked on her bed, though Erin was still wearing her blue panties. Jenny and Whitney were naked, and Debbie's shirt had hiked up around her waist, with her panties laying on the floor at the foot of the bed.
I was tempted to get my camera. Shots like these might be enough to retire on. But in the end, I was almost a gentleman. After enjoying the vision for a couple of minutes, I closed the door and then knocked loudly. "Ladies," I yelled through the door. "Time to get up." I pounded again. "Are you decent?" I yelled as I rattled the doorknob.
Through the closed door, I could hear moans and groans, then a high-pitched, "Don't come in," and a few more squeaks.
I grinned at the door. "I expect you all showered and dressed in twenty minutes." I could hear bedsprings creaking as they moved around. "There's a shower down here in the bathtub, and two more upstairs," I added, to help. Then, just to be mean, "If I haven't seen five smiling faces in the next five minutes, I'm coming in and pulling you out of bed."
"Do they have to be smiling?" someone yelled.
"Yes," I answered and walked toward the kitchen to survey my food situation and figure out options for breakfast.
About two minutes later, I had my head in the refrigerator, and Debbie came out and smiled at me, weakly, but a smile. Then she trudged back toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, she had pulled her nightshirt down to a more respectable position.
The twins were next, about a minute later, smiling at me with droopy eyes that refused to stay open. I told them that the second bathroom was straight ahead at the top of the stairs, and they wandered off. In all the erotic stories, twins would have been 'discovering each other's bodies.' I wondered if these two did. I'd figured out how to tell them apart and noticed that they were wearing each other's nightshirt.
Angie came out about two minutes later, right on the five-minute deadline. It was a stretch to call the look on her face a smile, but I gave her credit. Jenny made it about a minute later. "You're late," I told her.
"Bite me," she responded. I figured she was still nude under her shirt, and the thought was very tempting.
"You're not smiling," I accused.
"And I'm not going to," she answered back. "It's five o'clock in the fucking morning."
"Actually, it's a quarter after eight," I informed her. "And watch your language." There was just a little edge in my voice. She started to answer me, thought better of it, and just glared. I leaned down until we were at eye level. "Smile."
"No."
"Angie, get the rest of the tribe. There's going to be a spanking." Before Angie could move, Jenny gave me the biggest, most fake smile I'd ever seen, leaning her head to the side, tilting it up, and showing an amazing amount of white teeth.
I grinned at her in triumph and said, "Jenny, do you know where my bathroom is?" She nodded. "You two can use my shower." Jenny gave me one more fake smile, and the two of them headed for the stairs.
I smiled, picturing the two of them in my shower, then went back to my inventory.
About twenty minutes later, they were all gathered on my sofa, dressed, unfortunately, and waiting.
"Ladies, for breakfast, we have a choice of pancakes, waffles, French toast, or eggs any style but benedict. All of those can be accompanied by bacon."
"What's benedict?" Whitney asked.
"Eggs with hollandaise sauce," I explained.
"What's hollandaise sauce?" Erin asked.
"If you don't know, don't worry about it," I clapped my hands together in front of my chest. "What's it going to be? Group decision."
They put their heads together, and I could hear them whispering back and forth with a few giggles. Finally, they sat back, and Jenny announced, "Waffles."
"Everybody want bacon?" They all nodded. I noticed that Whitney was pouting. "What's your problem?"
"I wanted French toast, but I got outvoted," she said. "Again," she added, almost under her breath.
I smiled and turned toward the kitchen. "About twenty-five minutes," I announced over my shoulder. "Watch TV or something."
"Everybody sit down at the table," I announced almost exactly twenty-five minutes later. The girls, who had been sprawled in various positions on the sofa and floor, scrambled to find places at the table. They wound up with Jenny and Debbie on one side and Angie and Erin on the other. Whitney sat at the foot of the table, and they left the head for me.
I brought out two huge platters and set them in front of Angie and Erin. The platters each held a huge waffle, 14 inches across, with four strips of bacon at North, South, East, and West. A generous splat of butter, I'd even whipped it, sat in the middle with a strawberry in the center. And, of course, maple syrup dripping everywhere.
I went back to the kitchen and returned with two more platters and set them in front of Jenny and Debbie.
"God, I'm going to have to diet for a month," Debbie moaned as she started smearing the butter all over the waffle.
I reached down and grabbed her waist and squeezed, "You don't have to diet at all," I told her. She giggled and ate a bite of waffle. As I walked back to the kitchen, I could see Whitney muttering silently, and I was sure that it was something like, 'I even get fed last.'
I returned with the last two platters and set one at my place and the other in front of Whitney. As her plate hit the table, Whitney jumped up and grabbed my neck in an almost painful hug. I straightened, and she came up with me. My hand went naturally to her butt to support her. "You're the best uncle in the history of the universe," she told me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, blushing as she did.
"Looks like Whitney's found a new boyfriend," her sister said cattily.
"That would make me pretty lucky," I told her.
"Does her butt feel good?" Jenny asked.
"Very good," I answered, and Whitney blushed again but didn't try to move. "Nice and firm, just the way I like them." Whitney blushed redder, and Jenny glared, while the rest of the girls giggled. I set Whitney down and walked to my place.
My plate and Whitney's held French toast. Two pieces stacked on each of the four corners of the compass. The French toast was sprinkled with powdered sugar and surrounded by maple syrup. In the center was a huge mound of whipped cream, topped with a cherry and surrounded by four strawberries. I make my toast out of cinnamon bread that I bake myself, so each piece was a beautiful golden with swirls of cinnamon brown. I'm not famous for my French toast, but I should be.
"I thought we all had to have the same thing," Jenny complained, eyeing Whitney's plate with obvious dissatisfaction.
"No. I said you all had to decide on the same thing. I didn't say that was what I was going to serve you," I responded. God, I love a little dissent in the morning.
"Sis, can I try a bite of that?" Erin asked. Whitney ignored her for several bites, then cut a piece of French toast, dipped it first in maple syrup, then in whipped cream, and held it out to her on the end of her fork. Erin leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the food, and pulled it off the fork. Erin leaned back and chewed, then she turned to me with a blissful look, "That's fantastic."
"I know," I agreed and took a bite from my own plate.
Pretty soon, all the girls but Jenny were sharing back and forth with Whitney. Jenny just glared stubbornly, first at me, then at Whitney, then at me again. I struggled not to laugh.
After a couple of minutes, I cut off a piece of toast, dipped in syrup and whipped cream, and held it out to her. She clamped her lips shut and glared at me harder. I considered telling her I'd force-feed it to her, but decided not to. I set my fork with its food in the middle of her waffle and picked up her fork and continued to eat.
Jenny glared at me, then the offending fork, then back at me. I have to give this to her, she knows how to glare. Finally, she picked up the fork, she made as if to push my food off it, then changed her mind and ate it.
"It's mean to give someone just a bite of something so good," she told me with just a hint of a smile. I grinned at her and picked up my half-eaten plate and swapped it for hers. She smiled and attacked my food. Pretty soon, she was swapping bites with all the other girls.
I shook my head and ate the waffle. I make great waffles too. Not as good as my French toast, but great.
Finally, I sat back with a clean plate. I looked around, and all the girls had stopped eating, their plates ranging from half to three-quarters empty.
"Damn, I'm stuffed," I announced, and all the girls agreed. "I don't think I could move," Murmured agreement. "But then I don't have to. You guys need to get busy cleaning."
Jenny's friends looked blank, and Jenny explained the deal she had made. Everyone groaned and started to stand up.
"Of course, the deal we made was that the place had to get cleaned. We didn't agree that you had to help. So you could all sit here and be stuffed and let Jenny do all the work."
Everybody looked tempted, and Jenny looked pained, but Debbie said, "Not the way it works. Jenny, you and Whitney go clean the upstairs bathrooms, I'll do downstairs. Erin, you get the deck outside, and Angie, do the bedroom. Then we'll meet in the living room to finish up." No one disagreed, and they split up to their appointed tasks.
I had to hand it to Debbie. I thought as I leaned back in my chair. She could be a leader when she wanted to be.I got comfortable in my chair and flipped on CNN, but the world was pretty quiet at the moment so I changed to the cartoon network, Roadrunner cartoons. Erin came in a few minutes later carrying soggy towels and two pairs of panties, she smiled as she passed through and went into the bedroom.
I watched the coyote, wondering if he had better luck chasing girl coyotes than he had chasing dinner. I heard Debbie come out of the bathroom and head into the bedroom, then a few minutes later Debbie, Erin, and Angie went upstairs. About five minutes and four coyote crashes later, the five of them came downstairs, lined up, and the girls curtsied while Jennifer saluted and reported, "Mission accomplished, sir." I smiled and returned the salute.
There was a knock on the door. "Looks like it was just in time," I said and nodded Jennifer toward the door. She walked over and opened it, letting Mona in. "Hi Mona," I called and waved her in without getting up. She walked in and came over to the living room.
"I see you survived," she commented.
"Barely," I agreed, thinking about my long-term erection.
Mona laid her hand on Angie's head and mussed her hair before the girl could pull away. "So how bad was she? How long do I have to ground her for?"
"It's hard to say," I mused. "Do you want me to use society's standards, my standards, or in relation to the other girls?" Angie and Erin both stuck their tongues out at me. "Compared to the other four hellions, she was an angel," I added. Angie came over, kissed me on the cheek, and sat in my lap. I wasn't sure how good an idea that was, after all, her mom didn't know me, and she was a sexy bundle. "She's welcome back anytime."
"Really," Mona said in obvious disbelief, "Well, I may take you up on that."
"Anytime," I agreed and meant it.
"How about that one?" she asked, hooking a thumb toward Debbie.
"Ah, the ringleader," I said, and Mona arched an eyebrow. "She was good too. Actually, Jenny was the only troublemaker." Jenny gave us a 'who, me?' look.
"How bad?"
"She got spanked last night and threatened with another one this morning."
"For Jenny, that's actually a good night," Mona said with a smile. Jenny put her nose in the air and walked over to my computer and sat down. I grinned at Mona. Angie got down, and she and the other girls followed Jenny. Mona lowered her voice and asked, "They were really all right?"
"They were really fine," I assured her. I was serious when I said I could be talked into this again. "They even cleaned up after themselves this morning."
Angie walked over as I finished and hugged her mom. "Mom, he makes the best French toast."
"Better than mine?" her mom asked.
"Totally," Angie assured her. I was embarrassed. "Mom's not much of a cook," she added.
Mona agreed quickly, "She's right about that. Angie does most of the cooking at home. Between her, Wendy's, and Pizza Hut, we survive." Mona gave her a hug. "Maybe you could teach Angie your French toast."
"I don't know. If the secret of my French toast got out, it could spell the end of the world."
"Oh, really," Angie said sarcastically.
"Really," I agreed. "Imagine three and a half billion people all gaining ten pounds. Could throw the Earth off its axis and it would spin into the sun."
Angie giggled, and her mom gave me half a smile. Try to be concerned for humanity.
The twins' mom had come in while we were talking, and we exchanged greetings and small talk, then she took her girls and left.
"What about Jenny? Are you taking her home or would you like us to drop her off?"
"I haven't got a clue," I admitted. "Jenny?" Jenny looked up; she and Debbie had moved to the sofa and were watching a Bugs Bunny cartoon. "Are you going home, are your sisters coming here or what?" Jenny shrugged, got up, and walked to the phone.
"The girls have been coming over here for baths while the shower at the trailer park is broken," I explained for Mona's benefit. "I'm never quite sure when they'll show up."
"That sounds like Linda," Mona agreed.
Jenny covered the phone with her palm and said, "Mom says she was planning on about two, 'cause Carrie has something to ask you. And I can stay or go, whatever you want me to do."
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Stay," she asked with just a tiny whine in her voice.
"Okay by me," I said. As Jenny got back on the phone, I looked back at Mona, "Looks like we're set, but thanks anyway."
"Anytime," she said with a sly smile, "Besides, I may need a favor someday. Anyone who can keep Angie in line without a whip and a chair is worth cultivating."
"Mooooommm," Angie moaned.
"In all honesty, I didn't do anything. Maybe I caught them on a good night or something, but the girls weren't any trouble at all."
"Sometimes the good nights are few and far between."
Angie looked about ready to clobber her mother, so I decided to change the subject and put some oil on the waters, "Angie, you are welcome back anytime."
Angie started to thank me, then got that idea look on her face and whispered into her mom's ear. Mona looked amused and said, "It's not my decision, ask him."
Angie blushed and looked at me shyly, "Would it be alright if I used the hot tub sometimes?"
Naked? Was my first thought. "It's all right with me, but be sure you check with me and your mom first."
"Cool," Angie and Debbie said together.
"You had kind of a pained look on your face when Jenny said that Carrie wanted to ask you something," Mona suggested.
"Not so much pain as inevitability," I told her. "I'd guess that since big sister got to have a sleepover, that Carrie thinks it's her turn."
"And is it?"
"Probably. She's hard to say no to, and it's only fair."
"And then Diana?"
"She's impossible to say no to, so probably."
Jenny got off the phone and came over to the group. "Mom made the standard threats about being good," she told me.
"For all they're worth," I agreed, and Jenny grinned at me.
"Well, we've got to get going. Paul, it was a pleasure meeting you. And it was very nice of you to let the girls get together here. They've been miserable all summer," I looked at her questioningly, and she explained. "Angie has three brothers and two sisters, so it's not easy to have all the girls at our place. Katey's place is really small, so it's not very good either. And of course, Debbie's house hasn't been good because nobody wanted to make it any harder for her sister. They always used to gather at Jenny's place because there was so much room, but since Linda and Dave moved into the trailer, it's just been impossible. So you really came to the rescue."
"You make me almost feel guilty for having all this space. I'm just glad I could help out," I smiled and then had a thought. "Three brothers and two sisters?"
"Angie's the oldest. The girls are ten and eight. The boys are two, four, and six."
"Same age as Diane and Carrie," I said and had a mental image of Carrie, Diane, and Jenny all naked in the hot tub with Angie and her, I hoped, cute little sisters, but Mona shot that idea down.
"Yep, but the younger ones don't seem to like each other. Linda and I have tried," she said.
With my fantasy dashed, we said our goodbyes, and they left.
Chapter 8 "This Girl is a Woman Now"
With the house to myself again, well, almost, I decided that the hot tub sounded like a great idea. I walked out onto the deck and stripped off my t-shirt and pulled the cover off and watched the steam rise off the water even on a warm summer morning like this. Before I climbed in, I went back in the living room and turned on the stereo and switched on my outside speakers. I was feeling pretty mellow this morning, so I put in a collection of seventies romantic stuff.
"I didn't know that you had music out here," Jenny said as I walked back onto the deck.
I just grinned at her and climbed into the hot tub.
I leaned back and relaxed, closing my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard Jenny climb into the water. I opened my eyes and saw that she was naked. I closed them again and tried to relax. She settled on the seat next to me, her leg rubbing against mine. "This was a great idea last night," she murmured. Even the contact of her leg had brought my cock to full attention.
I made a quick decision and pushed my shorts down my legs, then used my foot to push them the rest of way off. They floated to the surface of the bubbling water, and I tossed them onto the deck. I'd never been naked in front of Jenny, but I figured if her eight-year-old sister had seen me, then she should too.
Jenny noticed and giggled, then she leaned back and closed her eyes. I thought she pushed her chest out a little bit, but maybe I was imagining it. I leaned back next to her and closed my eyes too. I felt good with just the pressure of her leg on mine. My cock was aching, but I ignored it and just enjoyed being close to the pretty twelve-year-old.
The hot water relaxed me so well that despite my erection, I was almost asleep when I felt her small hand brush against my cock. I came instantly awake, but didn't open my eyes right away. I opened my right eye just barely and looked at Jenny. She was laying back, her eyes not just closed, but squeezed shut, pretending to be asleep. Her hand, which she was pretending was moving with the currents of the tub, brushed the head of my cock again, and I almost lost it right then.
I opened my eyes and decided to take the initiative, and I captured her hand and wrapped it around the head of my cock. She held on for several seconds, then gave me a squeeze and let her hand float away on the current. I looked at her face, and she still had her eyes squeezed shut, but there was a smile on her face that I doubt she was aware of.
I captured her hand again, and we repeated the performance.I grinned, enjoying the charade almost as much as the contact. I grabbed her hand again and this time wrapped her tiny fingers around the base of my shaft and held them there. I felt a tiny squeeze and then slid her hand up the shaft to the head and back down again. She didn't try to pull away, and every now and then I'd feel a quick squeeze.
A look at her face, and she was grinning uncontrollably, though still keeping her eyes closed and pretending to sleep. I released her hand, and it was almost a minute before she stopped rubbing it up and down my cock and let it float away.
I reached over and gently, so as not to wake her, eased my right hand behind her back and my left hand between her arm and ribs. Then I lifted her up and settled her on my lap, so that her pussy lips wrapped around my cock and her legs straddled mine. The touch of her cunt was too much, and my cock spasmed once and shot several loads of semen into the frothing water.
I didn't worry about an enterprising sperm wiggling its way into Jenny. I'd been selected to beta-test a male contraceptive from Thunder Bay Pharmaceuticals, and so far the tests were all positive. As a side note, I recommend a flyer in Thunder Bay; they should be announcing real soon, and the stock will go through the roof.
As my cock shrank between her legs, I reached down and worked a finger into her pussy. It felt just as good as in the bathtub. With my other hand, I played with her nipple, then I whispered in her ear, "How long are you going to pretend to sleep?"
Jenny giggled and opened her eyes. "You knew?" "Of course I did," I told her and started rubbing her clit. My cock was already starting to stir again.
"Did you peek at us last night?" she asked in a moan.
"No. I told you I wouldn't."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"So you didn't get to see anyone's puss..." the rest was lost in the moan of her first, I hoped, orgasm.
When her breathing returned to normal, I told her, "Well, Angie and Whitney weren't wearing any panties when they came in from the hot tub, and they flashed me a few looks. Then this morning, I looked in on you guys before I woke you, and Debbie slept without her panties, so I got a good look. In fact, I saw every pussy but Erin's."
"Whose was cutest?" she asked with an evil grin.
"Do I look stupid? I'm not going to answer a loaded question like that."
"Whose was cutest besides mine?" she prodded.
"I guess I do look stupid," I told her and nibbled on her ear.
"If Angie comes over to use the hot tub, are you going to peek?"
"Probably. She's cute."
"Cuter than me?"
"You're just dying to get me in trouble," I told her and concentrated on her pussy. A few seconds later, I pushed her over the edge again.
"Oh Uncle Paul, that's soooo goooood," she moaned. My cock had come fully back to life, and it felt great as her legs rubbed against it while she bucked against me in the throes of orgasm.
When she finished, I said in her ear, "Still want to get me in trouble?"
"Never," she moaned. I grinned and picked her up again; she was startled but didn't resist as I turned her around and set her back down facing me. Her legs still straddled me, and now the head of my cock was pressed against her pussy lips instead of the shaft. I stared into her eyes, and she didn't resist as I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue pushing past her lips into her mouth and wrestling with her tongue. After a minute, I broke the kiss and breathed deeply. "Somebody's taught you to kiss," I said matter-of-factly.
"Billy Preston," she said dreamily.
"I take it that Billy is cute," I said, just a little jealous of the little shit.
"And a freshman last year," she added.
She'd been a sixth grader last school year. "You shouldn't be kissing a freshman," I said, realizing as I said it just how absurd that sounded coming from a twenty-six-year-old man who'd just kissed her and had his battering ram at her castle's gates.
"I know," she said with satisfaction.
"And just what else did you do with this freshman?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said with frustration.
"Good," I said and put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. As my cock head pushed past her inner lips into her cunt, I hesitated, waiting for an objection that never came. Without a word, Jenny pushed herself all the way onto my cock.
"So what are you going to do with Billy this year?" I gasped as her cunt squeezed my cock.
"Probably nothing," she moaned. "He just likes to kiss. He kissed a lot of fifth and sixth graders last year."
"Horny little bastard," I got out.
"Not horny enough," Jenny said and tried to pull my cock deeper inside her.
"I guess he's not the horny little bastard," I told her.
"I'm not little," she defended herself and tried to push a tit in my face. I obliged her by leaning down and licking the nipple.
She seemed to enjoy the attention for a minute or two, then pulled back and looked me squarely in the eye. "Can we fuck now?" I was shocked to hear the suggestion coming from her mouth despite where my cock was lodged right then. Shocked and turned on. I nodded, and Jenny pulled away from me, my cock sliding out of her pussy almost to the head before she pressed her pelvis back at me. I leaned back against the edge of the hot tub and let the sexy little twelve-year-old fuck me. I wondered if her mom would use the 'T' word if she could see us now. Hell, I wondered if her sisters would want to join in if they saw us now.
It didn't take long before I announced, "I'm gonna cum." Jenny ignored me and kept fucking. I felt that tickle that said I was just about to blast off, and I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto me as hard as I could, my cock buried deep in her womb gushing with semen. I felt like every muscle in my body contracted at once, then they all relaxed. Jenny started pumping again, milking my cock until it shriveled and plopped from her pussy.
I leaned back against the edge, eyes closed, totally drained. That had been the best fuck of my life. Finally, I opened my eyes and looked into her face. "Did you cum too?"
"No," she said sulkily. Hadn't she ever heard of faking an orgasm for the good old male ego?
I put my hands on her hips and lifted her; she got her feet under her as I stood her up and pressed my face into that recently used pussy. As I pressed my tongue deep into her slit, my own cum leaked back at me. I teased her clitoris with my tongue, and it didn't take long to bring her to her third orgasm. Gratefully, she sank back down onto my lap.
"That was the best one ever," she cooed as she laid her head on my chest and looked up at me.
"So you like tongues better than fingers," I asked as I stroked her hair.
"And a lot better than soap bars," she agreed. "I like cocks better too, but I just didn't get off."
"I was kind of on a hair trigger after all the sexy girls running around here," I apologized.
"That's okay," she reassured me, giggled, and started licking my nipple.
A few minutes later, I climbed wearily out of the hot tub. I needed a nap, but I had too much to do. I walked over to the computer and started filling in some of the forms that went to the various banks and insurance companies that employed me.
"What are you doing?" Jenny asked a few minutes later. I noticed that she was still naked, which made me very aware that I still was too.
"Paperwork," I told her.
"But you're not using paper," she said.
"And actually, I won't, since I'll send by fax straight from the computer."
"That looks pretty simple; I could probably do it." I started to tell her how ridiculous that was, after all, I was a trained, licensed professional. Then I realized that she was right. At this point, I was just taking figures from my notes and putting them in the right boxes, and it was simple. And time-consuming.
I considered pulling a 'Tom Sawyer' on her, but decided to play it straight. "You think you could do it?"
"Sure."
"Want to earn some money?"
"Always."
"Then sit down here," I vacated the chair and waved my hand at it. "And start typing. When you get to the bottom of the form, don't, I emphasized, don't press the send button. I'll check it first."
"How much?" she asked, sitting down.
"What do you think two hours of typing is worth?" I asked, making a quick estimate.
"Five dollars?" she said tentatively. I love it, a secretary for two fifty an hour.
"Maybe even a little more," I told her, thinking that twenty would be about right if she did a decent job.
Jenny smiled and started typing. I went out to my car and got my laptop out of the trunk. Then I sat down with my portable and started my own work. Every few minutes, I came over to check on Jenny. She was a better typist than I was, and was actually making fewer mistakes than I usually did, except where she couldn't read my writing.
In a little under two hours, she did work that would have taken me over three. And at the same time, I got two hours of my other work done. I might have to offer her a permanent job.
As we finished up, I asked her, "What do you think? Did you earn five dollars worth?"
She hesitated, then said "Yes!" very definitely.
"I don't think so," I said, trying to sound disappointed. "Here." I handed her some wadded-up money. As she unwrapped it and saw that it was twenty-five dollars, I thought her eyes would bulge out of her head.
"For real."
"You earned it." We got dressed, reluctantly, and had lunch. We were sitting on the sofa chatting about boys and school when her sisters showed up around two. Since Jenny had already had a shower and a hot tub this morning, I sent her home with her mother. But not before telling Linda just how much help Jenny had been this morning. Jenny showed her the money she'd earned and wanted to stop at Wal-Mart on the way.As they left, I wondered what the rest of the day would hold.
Chapter 9 "And Though You Know That it's Wrong to Be Alone With Me"
I looked at the two little girls standing in my living room. Diana was wearing cut-offs and a halter top, though she didn't have anything to halter. And Carrie was wearing gym shorts and a half shirt. They looked so cute that I was amazed when my cock didn't stir.
"So who's first?" I asked.
"I'm always first," Diana announced before Carrie could say a word. Carrie nodded agreeably and turned to settle on the couch. Diana took a step and launched herself at me, jumping up and grabbing my neck in a hug. My hand went to her butt to support her, then I shifted it so that I was cupping her crotch. I saw Carrie watching from the sofa, a grin on her face. I noticeably gave Diana a squeeze and carried her to the bathroom.
When I walked in, I was amazed. The bathroom was spotless. Somebody did good work. I tried to remember and I think it was Debbie who did it. I made a mental note to compliment her on it. I set Diana down and dropped to my knees. Then I grabbed the bottom of her halter and with a quick jerk pulled it over her head, the girl lifting her arms to make it easy. Then I leaned forward and kissed each of her nipples, her future nipples anyway.
I unbuttoned the top of her cut-offs and pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom, then slid them down her legs and pulled them off over her tennis shoes. I lifted up her left foot and she grabbed the top of my head for balance. I pulled her tennis shoe off. I thought about kissing her toes, but she hadn't been wearing socks and her foot really was sweaty, so I decided to skip it, and I set that foot down and de-shoed the other foot.
The little eight-year-old was displayed in front of me wearing just a pair of yellow bikini panties with a white trim. Very sexy, though still my cock didn't stir. I must be getting old, Fuck one twelve-year-old in the morning and can't get it up again.
I leaned in and kissed her belly button. She was an innie, so I swirled the tip of my tongue inside of it.
"I thought you were giving her a bath?" came a voice from behind me. I pulled away and looked over my shoulder. Carrie was standing there, a smirk on her face.
"I'm getting there," I told her and kissed Diana's belly button again.
"You don't even have water in the bathtub," Carrie pointed out.
"A little privacy, please," Diana said indignantly as I licked all over her stomach. Carrie chuckled and I heard the door close behind me. I leaned a little lower and tried to grab the waistband of her panties with my teeth. It looks easier than it is, especially since I didn't want to bite the little girl, but I finally got hold of the fabric and started pulling them down. Diana giggled as she realized what I was doing. When I got them to her knees, I let go and watched them flutter down around her ankles.
My plan was to fill up the bathtub and give her a good washing, but as I sat up, her pussy was right there in front of my face and I couldn't help myself. I pressed my face into her pelvis, feeling her fat little pussy mold itself around me, then I started teasing at her pussy lips with my tongue. It must have felt good, because the little eight-year-old grabbed the back of my head and tried to pull me even closer.
I obliged by pushing my tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go, until I felt the base of my tongue was almost pulling out. I had a mental image of explaining to a doctor that my tongue had come off in a little girl's pussy and could he dig it out and reattach it. I laughed into her pussy and she seemed to like that too. Her pussy tasted saltier than I remembered and I wondered if it was sweat from playing all morning. Do pussies sweat on the inside?
As my tongue explored, Diana started moaning louder and louder. "Oh God, oh God, ohGod, ohGod, ohGodohGod, ohGodohGodohGooooood," the last one long and loud. Behind me, I heard the door open again and knew that Carrie was staring at the two of us. And that was when my cock came back to life and started growing.
All the air seemed to go out of Diana and she deflated on top of me. Since this kept her crotch pressed in my face, I kept licking, and tickling her clitoris with my tongue, and a minute or so later she started another orgasm. I sensed Carrie moving up beside me for a better look, so I reached up and started stroking the crotch of her shorts. My other hand I pushed into my own shorts and I squeezed my cock which was now back at full attention.
I vaguely remembered a few days ago thinking that a twelve-year-old was too young to mess with.
As Diana relaxed from her second orgasm, I slipped a finger into the leg hole of Carrie's shorts and then into the crotch of her panties and pulled down. Then I lifted off of Diana and pressed my face into Carrie's crotch. She stiffened and I wondered if I had gone too far, but she relaxed and I started exploring her outer lips with my tongue.
I'd never planned to seduce both girls together. Yes, I'd imagined it, but I never dreamed that it would happen. Carrie shuddered as I teased at her inner lips with my tongue and then pushed it inside. Just how far would I take this, I wondered.
Diana dropped to the floor next to me and watched as I ate her sister's pussy. After a few minutes, her hand wormed its way into my shorts and I let it take my own hand's place on my cock. Her hand rubbed along my shaft, her thumb brushed the head at the top of her stroke. She was really becoming accomplished at hand jobs.
As my tongue found Carrie's clit, she tensed into her first orgasm. I felt like Santa Claus, bringing goodies to the kiddies. I leaned backwards and admired the ten-year-old. She was so beautiful. They were all so beautiful.
Reluctantly, I pulled Diana's hand from my cock and stood up. It was bath time. I toyed with the idea of taking the two of them to the hot tub, but decided to save that for another day. For the moment, that was Jenny and my place. I stepped over Diana to the tub and started filling it with water. I added bubble bath, then picked up Diana and set her in. "Wash good," I told her, then picked up her sister and carried her to the living room.
I sat on the sofa with Carrie across my lap and kissed her. She was still wearing her half shirt, so I grabbed the bottom of it and in one quick movement pulled it over her head. Then I leaned down and started nibbling on her titties. My cock, which had been enjoying Diana's ministrations a few minutes ago, twitched in my shorts to remind me of its presence. The tented-out material was pressed against the side of Carrie's leg, and I decided that this was the perfect time to introduce Carrie to my buddy.
Still sucking on her nipple, I captured her hand and placed it on my tent. She was tentative at first, not afraid, just tentative. She rubbed the head of my cock through my shorts with her palm, then at last, she closed her hand around it. I switched my attention to her other nipple, and took her hand again, this time I pulled it inside my shorts. She quickly found her place and continued exploring my rigid pole.
This was the life, I decided, as I enjoyed the feeling of her fingers sliding up and down my cock. A naked ten-year-old on my lap, an eight-year-old ready to take her place in a few minutes. What could beat this? Then I answered my own question. A house full of naked ten-year-olds.
"Didn't you have a question to ask me," I prompted, as I dropped a hand into her lap and started prying her pussy open.
"Yeah," she agreed dreamily.
"Did you want to ask it now?" I prodded, and pushed a finger deep into her cunt.
"Okay," she agreed, then continued to sit. I found her clit and started rubbing it with the underside of my finger. It only took a few more seconds to push her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. As her breathing increased, she squeezed my cock head painfully, but not so painfully that I didn't erupt in my own orgasmic pleasure. My cock pumped load after load of semen onto her hand and into my shorts. At last, we both relaxed. I gave her nipple a last lick and leaned back against the sofa.
"I love you, Uncle Paul," Carrie whispered as she melted against my chest. Her hand still wrapped, more loosely thankfully, around my shrunken shaft. "Can I have a sleepover like Jenny did?" she asked, breaking the mood.
"I suppose your mom has already checked it out with your friend's parents?" I asked sarcastically.
Carrie nodded, then added, "There's only two of them, not four like Jenny." I was disappointed. I wouldn't have said no to an even dozen. But I guess I could live with just two of the little darlings.
"There will be a couple of rules," I told her.
"Did Jenny have rules?" she asked.
"The very same ones," I assured her. She thought for a few seconds, then nodded acceptance. "One. You don't say anything about your bath time or what happens here." She nodded quickly. "Two. You and your friends will be cleaning house in the morning. Jenny's friends left the place spotless, I expect your friends to do the same."
"Free maid service."
"I may even get you cute little French maid costumes to wear."
Carrie's eyes went big as something occurred to her and she laughed so hard that her side started to hurt. I could see her hold it and try to get her breath back. When she did, I waited for an explanation, but she didn't offer one. "What else?" she asked finally.
"Three. When I say it's bedtime, you and your friends all climb into bed without argument." Carrie giggled again, and again offered no explanation. "Are those rules acceptable?" I asked when she had a straight face again.
"They're all right with me. Can I have a slumber party tomorrow?"Diana's voice from behind the sofa startled me so much that I jerked my finger out of Carrie's pussy. As I did, I felt the edge of my fingernail catch on some of the soft tissue inside, and Carrie winced.
But her look of pain was quickly replaced with her usual smile. "They're okay with me too," she informed me.
I pushed her off my lap and gave her bare ass a swat. "Go take your bath and get nice and clean for your friends," I told her and reached over the back of the sofa for her sister. As I pulled Diana to me, the towel wrapped around her waist came off and fell to the ground, and I had a lap of naked squirming eight-year-old girl. I loved it.
"You perv," Carrie accused as she headed for the bathroom. "Funny," I said to her retreating ass. "That's what your big sister calls me too."
Diana squirmed around until she could push her hand down the front of my shorts. With the experience gained in the last few days, she quickly found my soft cock and the sticky mess around it. "Did Carrie do that?" she asked accusingly.
I picked her up, her hand coming away from my cock, turned her around, and set her on her feet on the sofa, her feet straddling my hips. "Yes," I said and kissed her left ass cheek, "...she," I kissed her right cheek, "...did." I finished and pushed my tongue between her cheeks and licked her crack from bottom to top.
"That's nasty," she said with a shiver and a giggle.
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
"No," she said quickly, and I pulled her cheeks apart with my hands and started giving her ass a good tonguing.
"That's a better way to clean than with soap," she said with another giggle.
"I think so too," I agreed. My tongue couldn't penetrate her anus, but she seemed to enjoy my trying.
"Do I get a slumber party too?" she asked with a sigh. I turned her around and attacked her pussy with my tongue. She moaned loudly. It still amazed me that I could get my tongue as deep into her as I did.
I let go of her legs and reached down and pushed my shorts over my hips, wiggling my ass to get them down and hoping that the load of cum wouldn't leak out and stain the sofa. After I got them halfway down my thighs, I managed to work them completely off with my feet, all without removing my tongue from that delicious little girl cunt.
As my shorts dangled off the end of my foot and then fell to the floor, I imagined I heard a squish from all the cream inside. I pulled my tongue out of Diana and leaned back to look at that beautiful tiny pussy. I reached up and grabbed her hips and then sat her on my lap. My still soft cock pressed against her pussy lips. "You're all sticky," she accused.
"True," I agreed. "Want to help me clean up?"
"A shower?" she asked with obvious excitement.
"I was thinking more of a tongue," I answered. "Remember, we decided that was better."
"You can't get your tongue way down there," she said with a tone that stated it was a cold hard fact.
"No, but you can," I suggested.
Diana giggled and wiggled off my cock, which started stirring, and moved down between my legs. She leaned forward until her nose was less than an inch from the tip of my half-hard cock. She reached out with the tip of her tongue, and I watched as it came slowly, agonizingly slowly forward and just barely touched the skin of my cock. That little touch made my cock twitch, which made Diana jump backward until she was sitting on her heels, contemplating my crotch.
"What do you think?" I asked, but she didn't answer. She leaned forward again. The tip of her tongue pushed way forward and touched it again, this time licking halfway around the head. My cock twitched again, but this time she didn't pull back.
She closed her mouth on the head of my cock, and her tongue teased my pisshole.
My cock was fully erect again, and I was thinking about a hole to bury it in. Wondering if it could squeeze into Diana's pussy.
Without prompting, Diana scooted forward, her knees straddling my hips and her crotch pressed against my cock. I swear her pussy lips tried to reach out and grab it. My cock was pressed down against my pelvis, and Diana rubbed the underside with her pussy lips as she shifted forward and back.
"Is this fucking?" she asked.
"It's awful close," I told her. I tried to save myself, but the feeling of those soft warm tiny lips against my cock was too much.
"You made another mess," she announced as cum squirted out of the end of my cock.
"You helped," I reminded her as I watched the stuff pool on my stomach.
"Here. You need this more than I do," Carrie said from behind the sofa and pulled a towel off of her hips. I grinned and took the towel and started dabbing at the mess. "Did she talk you into a slumber party tomorrow?"
"She didn't have to," I said and dabbed a spot of cum on the tip of Diana's nose. "She's my favorite."
Carrie looked down at her little sister's pussy pressed against my again soft cock. She leaned over the sofa and dabbed her finger against the head of my cock, then lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted. "Why doesn't that surprise me."
I grinned again. What was there to say?
It took a long time to get the two girls dressed and ready to go. Diana kept wanting to taste my cock, and it's very hard to say no to a cute eight-year-old at any time, when she wants to lick your favorite appendage, it's impossible. Then after Diana would lick it a few times, Carrie would want to try to. It stayed soft, but I sure enjoyed the attention.
Finally, I got them loaded into the car, and we all headed for the supermarket where Diana and I sang silly songs while Carrie went shopping. She got almost as much junk for her two friends as Jenny had for her four. I'd have to take out a mortgage to feed Diana and her tribe tomorrow. We loaded the car, and then Diana connived me into ice cream cones.
I finally got them home about four. Carrie's friends were scheduled for six, so Linda invited me in for coffee. Diana and Carrie disappeared outside, and Jenny was laying on a bed reading when we sat down at the table.
"You hung up on me last night," she accused.
"You were asking embarrassing questions," I reminded her.
"But appropriate."
"Or inappropriate, depending on your point of view," I saw Jenny give us a strange look, then go back to her book. It was one of the Harry Potter books, but I couldn't tell which one from here.
"You never answered me," she reminded.
"A gentleman never tells," I said as enigmatically as I could.
Linda gave me a long appraising look, then she gave her daughter the same stare, then looked back at me. "The girls really enjoyed the hot tub. They skinny dipped," I said just to add to her suspicions. Jenny gave me a dirty look, which I ignored.
Linda started a retort, changed her mind, then changed the subject. "I really do appreciate you giving Jenny the chance to hang out with her friends. And then Carrie tonight, that's going beyond the call of friendship."
"And Diana tomorrow night," I reminded her. Linda arched an eyebrow. "She asked me today when Carrie was asking."
"She was supposed to wait until tomorrow," her mother said disapprovingly.
"Why? I knew it was coming."
"Yes," she chuckled. "I suppose you did. The girls last night weren't too much trouble?" I saw Jenny looking over the top of her book awaiting my answer. "The girls were fine. Not a bit of trouble," I saw Jenny letting out the breath I hadn't realized she was holding. "I'm sure the two girls tonight won't be any more trouble."
Jenny giggled, and Linda choked on her coffee, and I wondered what I was missing. But neither offered any further information.
"I have you all figured out, you know?" I said after a minute.
"You do?" Linda said with some amazement.
"Yes, I do," I agreed. "Baths, movies, sleep-overs. You're trying to make me bond with your children." Linda looked startled, so I knew I was on the right track. "You're trying to make me envious of family life, then you've got some girl you're going to match me up with."
Linda laughed and agreed, "You've got me."
But I knew she'd agreed too quickly, so I hadn't figured out her devious plan.
We chatted about inconsequential things for another half an hour, but then Carrie came in and stood around impatiently, so I took pity on her and we loaded up and left. I was ready for my second slumber party.I started for the door, and Carrie stopped me, then changed her mind and sent me on while she plopped down on the sofa and tried to look nonchalant. I grinned to myself and went to the door. When I opened it, I saw a very pretty young girl with medium-length black hair and a slightly Latino look. She was probably just a little taller than Carrie and just a little more developed. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that showed off her tennis ball-sized breasts and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
The woman behind her looked completely Latino, so I greeted them, "Buenos Noches." The woman cocked her head, and I added, "And I'm afraid that's all the high school Spanish that I remember." I looked at the little girl, "You must be one of Carrie's friends?"
The girl nodded, and her mother said, "This is Miranda. She takes a while to warm up to strangers."
I squatted down and looked her in the eye. "Does it take longer with strange strangers?" she giggled and nodded. I smiled back at her, "Carrie's in the living room." She pushed past me and went inside. I stood up and addressed her mother again. "Hi, I'm Paul, Carrie's make-believe Uncle."
She put her hand out, and I shook it. "Hi, I'm Maria. Miranda's make-believe mother."
"Really," I said, startled.
"Really," she confirmed. "I'm a step." Then with just a hint of embarrassment, she added, "I'm also her aunt."
I figured it was best to let it go at that, so I changed the subject. "I'm new to the slumber party game, I had my first one yesterday for Carrie's sister Jenny."
"And Linda said you're doing another one tomorrow for Diana."
"What can I say, I'm just a big sucker."
"Well, if you survived Jenny and her friends, tonight should be a breeze."
"That's kind of what I thought."
"But tomorrow with Diana's gang could be a different story."
I wondered what she knew that I didn't, "Gang?"
"It's an interesting group. Miranda has a sister that age, though she's not in that group."
"Do I need a whip and a chair?"
"I was thinking more handcuffs and manacles, though electro shock collars might work."
And Diana seemed like such a nice girl. "I had the mothers picking up about ten this morning, does that work for you?"
"That's fine, and I'm taking all three of them. We're doing the zoo."
"That should be fun, I'll have the girls ready," I assured her.
Maria looked at me quizzically and started to say something, but changed her mind and walked to her car in the driveway. I really hate the feeling that everyone knows something that I don't.
I closed the door and went into the house. Carrie and Miranda were camped on the sofa talking in hushed tones, so I left them alone and went to the dining room table to clean up our game; she'd been winning anyway.
I was thinking about getting a Coke and reading some more of my book when there was another knock. I glanced at Carrie, and neither she nor Miranda were making any move to the door, so I went to answer it.
I opened the door, and a boy about twelve was standing there. I noticed a minivan in the driveway, engine running, with a woman behind the wheel. I wondered what he was selling.
"Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Bobby."
Okay, kid, I thought. If this is a sales pitch, you've got to tell me what you're selling. "Uh, huh."
"I'm Bobby," he said again, as if it should mean something to me.
Maybe he was my long-lost son. But if he was twelve, that means he was born when I was fourteen. Which was possible, I was sexually active long before that. But most of the girls I was active with went to school with me, and I think I would have noticed. "Yeah?"
"I'm Bobby," he said with mounting exasperation. I saw the woman getting out of the van. I heard twin giggles behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and Carrie and Miranda were about ten feet behind me, and both were grinning.
Have you ever had one of those moments when everything clicks? All the funny looks I'd been getting from Jenny, Linda, and Maria. The giggles. "You're Bobby Taylor, aren't you?" I asked, and he nodded with relief. "And you're here for a slumber party?" He nodded again. "And to watch Carrie get beaten severely?" Bobby looked confused again, but behind me, I heard a shriek and feet running toward the back of the house. "Carrie and Miranda are inside, go on in," I told him as the woman walked up.
"Let me guess," she said with an evil grin. "Nobody told you that Bobby was a boy, you thought it was a girl's name."
"Actually, Carrie hadn't told me who she invited. But I should have known something was up when Linda kept grinning when I would mention the girls."
"Linda likes surprises," the woman agreed, "Especially nasty ones. Is Bobby coming a problem for you?"
"Not a problem," I assured her, "Just a surprise." I grinned evilly myself, "Like the ice water, I'm thinking of waking Carrie with about five in the morning."
"That would be mean."
"Yes, it would," I agreed.
"He's spent the night with Miranda and Carrie before. There's never been any problems," she assured me.
"I don't have a problem with a boy at the slumber party. And if there are problems tonight, I doubt Miranda or Bobby are going to start them. And Carrie I'll sit on."
"Sounds like you've got things in hand," I nodded. "Maria, Miranda's mom, is picking him up in the morning."
"I know," I told her. "They're going to the zoo."
She started to turn away and walk back to her van. Halfway there, she turned, "I'm Kellie, by the way. Bobby's mom."
"I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Paul, Carrie's fake uncle and soon-to-be executioner."
"Just be sure to hide the body," she said with a laugh and went on to her van. I waved as she drove off.
I sat down at my desk and swiveled the chair toward the sofa. "Carrie, would you come here a moment?" I asked in a sweet voice.
Carrie came and stood in front of me, her head slightly down. "Yes?"
I could see her friends peeking over the top of the sofa. "Don't you think you should have mentioned that you invited a boy?"
"Why? He's my friend."
"I know he's your friend. But you should have told me."
"I was afraid you'd say no."
"If I was going to say no, young lady..." I said in my best 'principal' voice. "Having him just show up wouldn't have helped."
"I'm sorry. Mom knew, and she didn't tell you either."
"I'll deal with your mother later. Right now, somebody needs a spanking."
"Okay," she said, barely above a whisper. I indicated my lap, and she laid down across it. I lifted her slightly, centering her ass in the middle. I lifted my arm up as high as I could reach. Through the tops of my eyeballs, I could see her friends peeking over the top of the sofa, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.
I brought my hand down as fast and hard as I could. SLAP. As my hand hit the side of my leg.
"You missed," Carrie said in amazement.
"Damn," I swore. "I guess you can go." Carrie giggled and wiggled off my lap. She took a couple of steps toward the sofa, then came back and hugged me.
"Miranda, come here," I bellowed. Miranda stood up and, with a fearful look at her friends, walked over and stood in front of me. "If you don't say at least four words, you have to go home," I told her while wagging my finger in her face.
"What should I say?" she asked.
"Four words," I told her, and held out my hand to shake. "Welcome to the party, I'm Paul."
Miranda shook my hand and asked, "I can stay?"
"Of course," I told her, picked her up, and set her on my lap. "Anybody who can say at least four words is welcome."
She cocked her head and looked at me. "You're weird," she announced.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I may be weird, but at least I remembered my underwear." Miranda looked down at her lap, where her short jean skirt had ridden up to reveal the bottom of her pussy. She jumped down, turning red and pulling at her skirt. She ran back to the sofa.
"Bobby, can I see you for a minute?"
Bobby looked at Carrie, swallowed hard, and walked over. I reached up and grabbed his head in an armlock. "You know, Bobby..." I said in a low voice, "If you don't treat the girls nice, I'll rip off your head and shove it up your ass." I was smiling as I said it.
"It won't fit," Bobby said with a good bit of bluster.
"Want to bet?" I asked, and tightened my hold on his neck. Bobby managed to shake his head, and I released him.
The kids all retreated to the sofa, and I figured it would be a good time to catch up on my letters, so I swung around to the computer and opened up my address book to see who I hadn't written to recently.
I was halfway through a letter to Jerry, he'd been my best friend in high school, and we hadn't seen each other since, but we kept in touch with both snail mail and e-mail letters. I had an idea. I checked the internet, and the event I remembered was there.
"Carrie, fetch me a phone and be quick about it," I bellowed. "Miranda, three Oreos, and make sure they're double stuff. Bobby, get me a beer."
Behind me, I heard scurrying feet. A few seconds later, Carrie handed me the phone, and Miranda, at arm's length, a small plate with three Oreos. I took both, and the girls retreated.
Bobby came up and stood, almost trembling, "You don't have any beer, just root beer."
I leaned forward until my nose was an inch from his, "Then don't you think you should put some in a glass with ice before I do something drastic," I said in the coldest voice I could muster. Bobby ran to the kitchen, but I think he'd seen past my mean act.
I set down the plate and popped a cookie into my mouth as I looked for the piece of paper I wanted.Naturally, it was on the bottom of the pile of paperwork that Jenny had worked on that morning. By the time I'd found it, Bobby was back with my root beer.
Bobby stood in front of me and took a sip of my drink. "I believe it's cold enough for you. Will that be all, m'lord?" he asked with an exaggerated flourish and bow.
Twirling my finger, I indicated I wanted him to turn around. "Bend over," I commanded, and he did, sticking his rear end in my direction. I gave him a soft swat. "For impertinence," I told him. He'd definitely seen past the mean act. I turned back to the computer to hide my smile.
I sipped my drink and looked at the paper for the phone number, then I dialed. A girl answered.
"Hello, Jenny?" I asked. In the reflection of the computer monitor, I could see Carrie perk up, probably thinking I was talking to her sister during her time.
"Yes?"
"This is Paul, Jenny's ersatz uncle."
"Yes?" she said with some obvious confusion. Carrie had slumped back down on the sofa when she realized that it wasn't her sister.
"I just found out that the Chabot Center in Oakland has a special show on curved space-time and black holes, and I thought I'd enjoy it more if I had a physicist there to help explain it," I said.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes."
"To a black hole?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least it's original."
"I have a slumber party tonight and another tomorrow, but on Friday, I thought we could park Debbie with Linda, after all, she owes me."
"If you're doing three slumber parties in three nights, I'd say she owes you big. But Debbie has a date."
"She's too young to date," I said without thinking. Or remembering what I'd been doing with her best friend that morning.
"I agree. But I started dating when I was twelve, so I don't have much credibility."
"Well, if Debbie is taken care of, what about Oakland? I think you should know that if you say no, Jenny will be forced to find a new best friend."
"Well, I can't be responsible for that," she said with a laugh. "It's a date."
"I think you should know that I'm a virgin," I said and waited a beat for my statement to sink in. "I was going to take physics in high school, but it interfered with naptime."
"I'll be gentle," she assured me. We made arrangements to meet and said goodbye. I felt pretty good. I hadn't dated for several weeks, and I had a feeling that Jenny could be a lot of fun. I was certainly glad that I'd had the girls all write their phone numbers down last night. While I'd talked, I'd transferred the information on Jenny, Mona, and Katie to my address book. I made a mental note to get phone numbers from Bobby and Miranda and swung around to see what the kids were up to.
The three of them were standing in a semi-circle a foot behind me. As I swung out, they all sang, "Paul and Jenny, sitting in a tree, k-i-s..."
I growled and reached for them. Bobby and Carrie scampered away, but I caught Miranda and hauled her to my lap. "I'm not afraid of you," she announced with a grin, and I set her down.
"I'm not afraid of you either," I said and kissed her on her nose.
"You're weird," she said with another giggle.
"You said that before," I answered and then lowered my voice, "And you're the one not wearing underpants."
She blushed. "So?"
"Why aren't you wearing your panties? Does your mom know?" I whispered in her ear.
She darkened further and whispered back in my ear, "Bobby likes to peek, and please don't tell my mother."
"I won't," I told her and then whispered, "What else does Bobby like to do?"
She got even darker, which I would have thought was impossible, and whispered back, "Sometimes he tries to touch me down there." She widened her legs and pointed, and I had a real good view of her young pussy. She'd already grown a nice triangle of black hairs above her slit.
"Do you let him?" I asked quietly.
"Sometimes," she admitted and giggled again.
Bobby is a lucky boy, I thought as I looked down at her pussy.
Just then, I heard him say from behind me, "Quick, Lizzie, we have to rescue Miranda." He attacked and wrapped his arms around mine while Miranda jumped off my lap. Unfortunately for him, I was a little stronger, and I managed to get loose and grab him. A few seconds later, he had taken Miranda's place on my lap, and I had his arms pinned. Miranda and Carrie laughed from behind the sofa.
"Ah, grasshopper," I said in my best David Carradine impression as he struggled. And to be honest, my impression wasn't very good, so he probably wouldn't have recognized it even if he knew who David Carradine and Kwai Chang Caine were. "The best-laid plans..." I added and laughed a passable mad scientist laugh.
He struggled a few more minutes and then relaxed.
"So why did you call Carrie, Lizzie?"
Now it was Bobby's turn to blush. "Well, we kind of think of ourselves as a young Lizzie McGuire group. Two girls and a guy, and Miranda even looks like Miranda. I realized that he was right. Miranda looked a lot like the Miranda character on the show, that was why she seemed familiar.
"So that makes Carrie Lizzie?"
"Except I've got two dorky sisters instead of one dorky brother," Carrie yelled from behind the safety of the sofa.
"So that makes you Gordo?"
"Except he's not as smart," Carrie yelled.
"Is Miranda ticklish?" I whispered, and Bobby nodded. "When I let go, we get them. You go left, and I'll go right. Grab whichever one you can."
I let go, and Bobby jumped down quickly and went around the right of the sofa. I shrugged and went around the left. The girls screamed, but didn't move fast enough, and a few seconds later, I was sitting on Miranda's legs, tickling her ribs, and Bobby had Carrie in the same predicament. He was laughing as much as she was.
After a couple of minutes, we stopped and just sat on top of them, pinning their arms. "You went left," he accused me.
"That was because you went right," I defended myself.
"What do we do with them now?" he asked.
I had a few ideas about that as my cock twitched in my jeans, but I said, "We could tie them up, leave them here, and eat all the food."
Bobby thought about that. "Do we have to let them loose someday?"
"Someday," I agreed.
"Then it's not a good idea. Carrie's big on revenge," Carrie glared up at him.
I looked down at Miranda, "If I let you up, are you going to try anything?" Miranda shook her head. "Can I trust her?" I asked Bobby.
"Yep. Miranda never lies," he said.
I let go of her wrists and then swung my leg over her and let her up.
"What about her?" Bobby asked.
"Can you trust her?"
"No," Bobby, Miranda, and Carrie answered in unison.
"What should I do?" he asked.
"Not my problem," I said as I sat on the sofa and swung Miranda onto my lap.
"If I let you up, are you going to hurt me?"
Carrie smiled and said, "Yes," sweetly.
Bobby thought about it. "A lot?"
"Yes," she answered just as sweetly.
"Is it going to leave marks?"
"Oh, yes," she said enthusiastically.
Bobby looked doubtful.
I watched the scene for another minute, then decided to intervene. "Bobby, when I say 'now,' let her go and move away. Carrie, when Bobby lets go, you WILL come here. Now!"
Bobby let go of her wrists and rolled quickly off of her. Carrie glared at him but got to her feet and came over to Miranda and me. I pulled her head down and whispered a suggestion in her ear; she stood up and thought about it for a minute while she glared at Bobby, who stood behind the arm of the sofa. Then she nodded.
"Bobby, Carrie has decided to forgive you if you tell her you're sorry and kiss each of her toes." Bobby came cautiously around the end of the sofa and stood in front of the redheaded girl.
"I'm sorry," he said and dropped to his knees in front of her. Miranda was sitting across my lap, but Carrie sat on the end of my knee and lifted her foot for Bobby to take off her shoe and sock. Then he kissed each of her toes. Then he did the same with the other foot.
When he stood up, he held out his hand to her, "Friends again?" Carrie reached out and pulled him into a tight hug. As she did, one of his hands settled on her butt, then he saw me watching and moved it to the small of her back. When she let go, he looked at me, "But it was your idea." Carrie spun around and glared at me.
"What the hell," I said, "Give me your foot." Carrie sat down on the sofa and extended her foot to me. I took her foot and kissed each of her toes, then her heel. As I finished, "Friends?"
"Always," she said, and she and Miranda started giggling.
I moved over to my chair and started to read, but Miranda and Carrie started talking some girl talk which left Bobby out. So I took pity on him and called him over. He surprised me by plopping down on my lap. We started talking, and I discovered that he was into baseball, which was my favorite sport. He told me he was a third baseman and that he was pretty good, but his hitting sucked, and I told him that we could work on it sometime. He thought that was great; he lived with only his mom, and she didn't know anything about sports.
The more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. I'd always loved baseball and hadn't played since I got out of college almost four years ago. Getting involved with the local little league could be a lot of fun. It was too late in the summer now, but maybe next year I could take a team of young studs and shoot for Williamsport. I'd been pretty decent in my day and had a lot that I could teach these kids. All-district three years in a row in high school and all-state my senior year. And I started for Stanford, three years out of four. I must have been doing something right.Bobby told me that he had a big game on Saturday and immediately wanted to know when we would work on his hitting. I told him that was a problem since he was going to the zoo tomorrow and I had plans for Friday. That meant we couldn't do it until next week. Bobby pouted and then hopped off my lap.
I grinned, remembering the impatience of youth when a couple of days could be a lifetime. I got up and walked over to the girls who were sitting in a corner talking in low voices. They sat cross-legged, which may be politically incorrect to say, but I don't know how else to describe it. That's what we always called it growing up.
"Ladies, can I get you something to drink?" I asked when they noticed me. Miranda wanted Coke and Carrie chose root beer. As I walked to the kitchen to fill their orders, one of them called out for chips too.
I filled the glasses with ice and then the desired beverages, making sure I remembered which was which and delivered them along with a bag of Fritos. As I walked up, Carrie was saying something about a bulge in some boy's pants, but they both got quiet as they saw me.
As I walked back to my chair, I noticed Bobby standing there waiting for me with the phone in his hand. "Mom says I can skip the zoo if I want to, and work out with you. That's if it's okay with you."
When I was thinking about the impatience of youth, I forgot the resourcefulness. I thought about it. I really should do some work tomorrow, but I was my own boss, and I didn't have anything really pressing. Besides, it would be fun. "Sure, why not," I told him.
"He says okay, mom," Bobby said into the phone. "She wants to know how long you want me, and that I shouldn't take up your whole day." I told me after listening to the receiver for a minute.
"Here," I said and indicated the phone. "Hi Kellie, it's Paul."
"Paul, this is awfully nice of you. And for someone you just met."
"Well, so far, he's a good kid, and I really love baseball. I played in high school and college."
"You must have been pretty good," she said. Was she buttering me up?
"I thought so. Major League scouts didn't," I'd actually been scouted twice that I knew of, but nothing ever came of it.
"How long did you want him for?" Kellie asked as I sat back down in my chair. Bobby immediately settled himself on my lap.
"I was thinking till about four," Bobby grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I figured that gave me time for Jenny and Diana to come over for their baths and still get ready for Diana's slumber session tomorrow night.
"That's way too long. You've got better things to do," she argued.
"Not really," I told her, "And besides, I'll have more fun than he will."
"Well, if you're sure."
"I'm good if you're good." "That's wonderful. You're just too good to be true."
"Oh, I'll get mine in the end," I chuckled. "I'll make him mow my grass or something. And I've got a lot of grass."
"Great. A little work will be good for him. So I'll see you about four?"
"Unless I decide to keep him," I said with a grin.
"Most days, all you have to do is make an offer. Anything over a buck and he's yours." "If he's any good tomorrow," I said putting my hand on his hip, "I may offer five and take him."
"Let's see if you make it through the night first," she said and then said her goodbyes.
"So tomorrow..." I told him and slid my hand to his butt, "We'll hit the field about ten, right after the girls leave, and see if we can't teach you to hit."
"Cool!" He either didn't notice or didn't mind my hand on his butt. He had a very tight firm ass under his jeans. I'd been bisexual in junior high and high school, though I'd kind of fallen out of practice in college and after. The guys there just hadn't moved me. Bobby was moving me. My cock twitched under his leg. I'd been hard since seeing Miranda's pussy.
"Should I invite some of my friends to practice with us?" he asked as I moved my hand right along the crack of his ass. Yes, I thought, if they're as pretty as you.
"Why don't we hold off," I said after a few seconds thought. "We'll start out with just the two of us and see how it goes. Maybe call some of your friends in the afternoon."
"Can you come to the game on Saturday. It's at eight."
"I don't see why not," unless Carrie and her sisters try to sneak another slumber party in on me."I asked.
"No. Why?" he answered, startled.
"Because that's a pretty good teepee you've got there," I said and pointed at his crotch. Miranda giggled.
Bobby tried to sit up and cover himself, but I put my hand back on his chest and held him down.
"Does that show up often?" I asked.
"All the time," Miranda answered between fits of giggling as Bobby turned redder. I saw Carrie turn slightly so that she could see out of the corner of her eye.
"I'm not sure your jeans can take it, they may rip," I added, and Bobby deepened a shade. Miranda was laughing so hard that she fell off my leg, rolled off the sofa, and onto the floor. A quick glance showed that Carrie was smiling.
I let go of his chest and reached down and flicked the tip of his tentpole. "You could put somebody's eye out with that," I said, and Bobby darkened another notch. Carrie was completely turned toward us and grinning at Bobby's discomfort. Miranda was rolling on the floor, holding her sides.
I put the tip of my finger on the top of his tent and held it there. "Did you get so hard just tickling Carrie?" I asked, and now it was Carrie's turn to blush, but she still grinned. "Or was it when you felt her up?" I added.
"You little perv," Carrie accused as she stood and came and stood over us. "You felt me up when I was helpless?" Bobby tried to look innocent, but it didn't work. "Did my titties get you all turned on?" Bobby nodded reluctantly.
"Good," she said, surprising both of us, then she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and flipped it up, flashing her tits at both of us. "Steve Taggert told my big sister that if one of those gets hard enough, it can kill you."
Carrie grabbed Miranda's hand and pulled her to her feet and then pulled the other girl toward the bedroom, muttering something about boys.
Bobby looked at me and laughed. I smiled back. "Nice teepee you have there, Paul," he said and pointed toward my crotch. My finger was still on the tip of his cock, so he put his finger on the tip of mine. It felt nice.
"Yeah," I agreed, not pointing out that I'd had it for a while and that a good part of it was from him and his cute little ass. "Come on," I said and pushed him off my lap and stood up. I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. As soon as we were in, I closed the door and dropped onto the bed. I stood him in front of me and unfastened his jeans and unzipped the fly, then with a quick jerk, I pulled jeans and underwear down his legs. His erection, four and a half to five inches, stared me in the face.
I wanted to try and swallow it, but I didn't want to scare him, so I pushed him down on the bed beside me. Then I pushed my own shorts and underwear off and lay back and started jacking off. Bobby watched open-mouthed for a few seconds and then started taking care of his own problem. It took four strokes for a little geyser to erupt from the head of his cock. I know, I watched and counted. He jerked at his softening cock until the last spurt came out, then grinned at me while I still pulled on mine.
"Is it true that a hard-on can kill you?" he asked and leaned down to watch my cock, getting so close that I could feel his warm breath.
"No," I said as his breath brought me a little closer to the edge. "But if you have one for a long time, and can't do anything about it, you may want to die."
As my hand slid down my shaft to the base, he reached out and put the tip of his finger on the head, and that was all she wrote. The first jet of cum shot several inches in the air and landed on my stomach, some of it smearing his finger. He pulled away as a second spurt erupted and landed on my leg. I squeezed and slowly milked every drop from my shaft.
When I finished, I looked at Bobby. "I needed that," I told him.
"Me too," he agreed.
"Stay there," I ordered, got up, and went to the bathroom for towels. I cleaned myself up and then went back into the bedroom with a towel for Bobby. I wiped up the cum that had splattered his stomach and legs, then, with the towel, I wiped off his tiny shrunken cock. He shivered while I did.
We got dressed and went back downstairs. The girls weren't back from their conference yet, so I sat in my recliner and Bobby made himself comfortable on my lap, and we watched a Kim Possible cartoon on the Disney Channel.
The girls came out a few minutes later, and for a while, we sat around and talked. Mostly they talked about Miss Kelley, a substitute who had taught math and that nobody liked. Apparently, she was mean and stupid, but it was hard to get specifics.
"And she's a lesbian," Miranda said, as if it was the final argument.
"And that's bad?" I asked.
"Well, duh," Carrie said.
"Why?"
"Cause she's a lesbian, a dyke," Carrie said.
"Dyke is just another name for lesbian, it doesn't explain anything. And it's usually used as a bad thing, like calling a black person a nigger. Not a nice word to use. But you haven't explained why it's so bad that Miss Kelley is a lesbian, if she is."
"She likes girls," Bobby said.
"So do you," I told him.
"That's different. I'm a boy."
"She molests kids," Carrie charged. I almost reminded her about what we'd done earlier in the day.
"And you know this because she's hit on you?"
"Well, no," Carrie admitted.
"Then she's hit on you," I asked Miranda, and she shook her head. "Your friends. She's come on to some of your friends, and they told you?"
"No," Carrie admitted. "But everybody knows she does."
"Try not to believe what everybody knows too quickly. Rumors are easy to start."
"But..." Carrie and Miranda said together.
"But nothing. Who's another cute guy at school?"
Carrie and Miranda looked at each other, smiled, and said in unison, "Tommy Sanderson."
"Okay, first day of school, I could start a rumor and by lunch, everyone would know that Tommy and Bobby are lovers."
"But we don't..." Bobby stuttered.
"They do hang out a lot," Carrie said with a mean smile. "But, I never..."
"Bobby, truth is unimportant. Everyone would just know." Bobby was beet red, and the girls were both enjoying his discomfort. "Of course, at the same time, I could start a rumor about Miranda and Carrie. Would it take long before everyone knows you're both dykes?" I asked with a grin.
"You wouldn't dare," Carrie said in a threatening voice.
"Not the point. Everyone would know."
"So you're saying that Miss Kelley isn't a dyke, a lesbian," Miranda asked.
"Don't know. She might be. She might even like little girls. My point is that what everyone knows, especially around a schoolyard, isn't always true. When I was your age, everyone knew I was fucking Taylor Benedict," I was watching Miranda as I said it to see how she reacted to my using the f-word, she didn't even blink.
"And you weren't?"
"Couldn't stand the bitch. But there were a couple of others I was fucking, and that not EVERYBODY knew about."
The kids were quiet for a long time. I wondered if maybe I had actually taught them something.
"Jenny said that they got to go in the hot tub last night. Can we?" Carrie asked.
"Did you bring swimsuits?"
"No. But Jenny said they skinny dipped."
"They were also five girls, no boys," I answered, patting Bobby on the head.
"You were here," Carrie accused, with a sly smile.
"And I stayed in here and read a book," I informed her. From the look on her face, she didn't quite believe me. Carrie pouted.
"Go ahead," I told the girls, and they jumped up and ran for the deck.
"But..." Bobby started to complain.
"Shush," I told him. I slid my arms underneath him and stood up. Then I shifted him until he was laying over my shoulder like the proverbial sack of potatoes. I walked to the stereo and turned it on, adjusting the outdoor speakers, then I carried him to the bathroom and set him on the floor. "Strip," I commanded.
Bobby looked confused, but quickly pulled off his t-shirt, jeans, and underwear. While he was doing that, I stripped myself, taking off shorts, underwear, and shirt, then putting the shorts only back on. I rummaged through the closet and found what I was looking for and gave them to Bobby. "Put these on," I ordered.
"But they're..."
"They're Jenny's bikini panties, the closest thing I have to a Speedo for you."
"But..."
"Just do it," I told him in a tone that brooked no argument. He stepped into the pink panties and pulled them up. They were actually a pretty good fit.
"Almost perfect," I told him, and sat down on the toilet seat. I pulled him toward me and skinned the panties down to his thighs, then I sat him on my lap. "We need to get that thing hard, think about playing with Carrie's titties." Bobby smiled, and I think his cock twitched a little. I reached between his legs and picked it up, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. "Think about the time that Carrie let you touch her bare pussy." Bobby blushed, startled that I knew. "Think about the time you felt up Miranda's bare pussy." This time Bobby didn't blush, but I felt his cock start to grow under my fingers. As it grew, I started rubbing up and down the shaft, playing with the sensitive skin under the head and teasing his pisshole. A few seconds later, he had a pretty impressive erection.
"That's better," I said as I stood him up and pulled the panties up. I adjusted him so that his cock was vertical against his pelvis. The tight pink panties outlined the shape of his cock and balls perfectly.
"What about you?" he asked.
"That's taken care of," I said and stood up. I turned sideways so that he had a good view of my tented out shorts. "Shall we join the girls?" I asked, and Bobby grinned. We walked sedately to the deck. I know it was a struggle for me not to run; I don't know how Bobby did it.Just before we stepped on the deck, I yelled, "Here we come."
Miranda shrieked, and Carrie complained, "But we're naked," and both girls covered their breasts.
"No big deal," I said. "You've already shown Bobby your pussy a few times." Carrie turned beet red. "So has Miranda," I added for good measure. Carrie snapped toward Miranda, and the two girls glared at each other for a few seconds, then giggled and hugged. Watching those naked ten-year-old nipples rub against each other would have gotten the pope hard. Whoops, bad example considering the stories coming out of the Catholic church these days. Would have gotten a bronze statue hard.
As we climbed the steps to the hot tub, Miranda exclaimed, "He's wearing panties."
"Today they're speedo," I told her.
"They're Jenny's," Carrie added.
"Today they're speedo," I repeated. "This is a proper slumber party. We can't have a naked boy climbing into a hot tub with a couple of girls."
"Especially naked girls," Carrie added.
"Especially," I agreed.
As we climbed into the tub, I caught both girls staring at our crotches. I waited until Bobby had gotten in to the waist, then said, "Oh Bobby, would you go back to the bathroom and get several towels." Bobby looked disgusted, but I didn't mind. I had a plan. As he got out, the water had made the thin cotton panties cling to his cock even more, giving the girls an even better view.
I sat down on one of the benches. Bobby came back a minute later and deposited the towels on a picnic table in the center of the deck before climbing back in. I watched the girls staring again. Then I motioned Bobby over. The swirling water covered him from the waist down. I reached out to his hips and found the top of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. Bobby grinned and stepped out of them.
I lifted the sopping wet panties out of the water on the tip of my finger. I swirled them around several times and then let them fly over Carrie's head and land on the deck. I smiled at the girls, "He looked uncomfortable," I explained.
"What about you?" Miranda asked with a grin.
"I'm fine, thank you," I said.
"I don't think so," Carrie said and walked over and stood in front of me. She reached down into the water, grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them down. I protested while lifting my butt to make it easier for her. I lifted my legs straight out from the seat so she could get them off.
She held up the wet, dripping shorts in front of my face. "Ha!" she said and threw them over on top of Jenny's panties. I grinned and pulled her down on one leg, then I motioned for Miranda to join her. The young girl grinned and moved across the hot tub and sat on my other leg. Under the frothy water, my hand settled immediately on Carrie's pussy, and the other hand on Miranda's thigh a couple of inches from the promised land. Bobby sat down opposite of us. "I thought you only liked Bobby sitting on your lap," Carrie teased.
"That's true," I agreed. "We could switch." Neither girl made any motion to leave. "Comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, except for this hard thing rubbing against my leg," Carrie teased, and Miranda blushed. Beneath the water, I felt a hand close on the 'hard thing'.
"Apparently you both like to show Bobby your cute little pussies," I said, "And let him touch them." As I talked, I moved my hand up Miranda's leg, and when she didn't complain, I let it settle on her pussy mound.
"He's our friend. We like to make him happy," Carrie explained, and made me happy by rubbing her hand up and down my shaft.
"Do you think Lizzie and Miranda on the show, make Gordo happy?"
Carrie thought about it and nodded.
"What do you think they do besides letting him feel them up?" I asked.
"Probably give him a hand job at least once a day."
I motioned Bobby over; he came and stood in front of us. I took my hand off of Carrie's pussy and reached out to him. I grabbed his cock and lifted it up, only the tip showed above the top of the water, but it was obviously very hard. "What about your Gordo?" I asked.
Carrie reached out and rubbed the tip of her finger over the top of his cock. Bobby shuddered, and for a second, I thought he was going to sink into the water. Hell, maybe I'd have to give him mouth-to-mouth. Then Carrie wrapped her hand around his cock, I let go and put my hand back on and then a finger into her pussy. Nothing was visible above the water, but from the movement of her arm and shoulder, it was obvious that Carrie was giving Bobby a hand job. It was equally obvious that he was enjoying the hell out of it.
I felt another hand on my cock and realized that it was Miranda's. She seemed surprised to realize that there was a hand already there, and in a second realized that it was Carrie's. They looked at each other across me, and Carrie grinned and took her hand off my cock. Miranda smiled and wrapped her fist around the head. I realized that she didn't have a clue what to do next, but just enjoyed having her touch me. I took that as an invitation and gently pried her outer pussy lips apart and ran my finger along her inner lips. She shivered and leaned against me, squeezing my cock even tighter.
I leaned to the left and kissed her erect nipple. In front of me, I heard a strangled, "Oh god," and from the corner of my eye, I saw Bobby sink to his knees until only his head was out of the water. It was tilted to the sky, and his eyes were closed.
I pushed my finger into Miranda's pussy, and I felt her shudder into an orgasm. With my other hand, I started teasing at Carrie's clit. As I did, I felt her hand close on Miranda's and start to manipulate the other girl into rubbing me up and down. I felt my own orgasm building toward a climax and started really working at Carrie's clit; a second later, we both came together.
We sat there like that for a long time. Me hugging the two girls, occasionally kissing their four little nipples. Bobby kneeling in the center of the tub, grinning like an idiot."I said, though that wasn't completely true with my cock nestled between her legs, pressing against the underside of her cunt. Apparently Carrie didn't believe me, because a few seconds later, I felt fingers feeling around Miranda's legs and pussy and closing on the head of my cock.
Then Carrie scooted forward until her nipples were pressed into the backs of my hands and her pussy was pressed against the head of my cock. She pressed a little more and the head of my cock popped into her pussy. I couldn't believe how easy it was. The two girls lay pressed together, pussy against pussy.
"That feels good," Carrie sighed. Miranda just moaned. "What's going on?" Bobby wanted to know. He had scooted forward and was up on one elbow trying to see over my body.
"Let's see, Carrie has her pussy pressed against Miranda's while the head of my cock is buried in it. She can't get anymore of my cock because Miranda's legs are wrapped around it. I'm playing with Miranda's tits and Carrie's tits are rubbing against my hands," I summarized. "Oh, and one more thing, your cock is trying to bury itself in my ass," I added. His cock had pushed between my cheeks and was pressed against my asshole.
Behind me, I could feel Bobby drop off his elbow, but he didn't remove his cock. In fact, at that moment, his cock flooded my crack with about a pint of his baby juice. I was nice and didn't mention that to the girls.
"This is very relaxing," Carrie said.
"For some of us," I told her. I felt like I'd never been more excited in my life. I wanted to fuck Carrie so bad, but I didn't want to move. I'd never really liked things up my butt, a kind of 'better to give than to receive' sort of thing, but I would have loved for Bobby to shove his cock in all the way to the root. I wanted to reach back and help him, but I also didn't want to scare him. He was probably already embarrassed about cumming between my cheeks.
Mostly I didn't want to break the mood.
So I fell asleep. We all did.
I woke at six ten on the dot. My cock was still hard and still nestled between Miranda's legs and Carrie's pussy lips. I wondered if it had been hard all night. Can a cock stay hard for almost six hours? While someone's sleeping? Or did it go down and then grow back in the same place.
I could feel Bobby's hard cock still pressing against my asshole. I knew it had gone soft last night, so this was a new morning wood. My sphincter muscle seemed almost relaxed, so I pushed my ass backward at Bobby's pelvis and felt the head of his cock push into my rectum. As I did that, my own cock head had popped out of Carrie's pussy, so I pushed it back in.
I would have liked to stay like that until the kids woke on their own, but I knew from years and years of experience that my bladder would wake up in a few minutes, and when it woke, it wanted attention and wanted it now.
I grinned evilly and reached back and put my hand on Bobby's hip and shook him gently, looking over my shoulder at him. "Bobby, wake up," he groaned. "Wake up," I whispered again.
"What?" he mumbled. "Would you mind taking your cock out of my ass? I need to get up."
"My cock?" he repeated.
"Yeah, out of my asshole," I urged.
Bobby turned beet red and quickly pulled out and rolled as far away from me as he could without falling out of bed. "I didn't...I wouldn't..." he stuttered.
"Shush," I told him and looked back at the girls. Neither had stirred. Reluctantly, I withdrew my cock from Carrie's pussy and then from between Miranda's legs. I rolled over until Bobby and I were inches apart. "Don't worry about it," I told him, and then crawled over him, my cock brushing, accidentally I assure you, against his hip as I did.
I had just finished and was shaking my now half-flaccid cock when Bobby walked into the bathroom. It had been a battle of wills between my bladder and my erection, but finally my bladder won. I shook my cock one more time, I remember one of my gym teachers saying that shaking it more than three times was playing with yourself, and turned to Bobby.
"I just wanted... I mean... I wanted you to know that I'm not... not..."
"A fag, queer, gay, a homo?" I supplied.
"Yeah," he said barely above a whisper.
I sat on the toilet and motioned him over. He came and sat across my lap. His cock was still hard, and I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked a couple of times. "There are those who would say that I am," I told him. I stopped stroking and just held him. "Yours was not the first cock I've had up my ass." Actually, it was the fifth, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"But, you..." he couldn't seem to find words and waved his arm in the direction of the sleeping girls.
"I like girls. Hell, I love girls. But I like boys too. Just for something different, now and then. They call it bi or bi-sexual. Have you heard of it?"
He nodded, but didn't seem convinced. I squeezed him a couple of times and started stroking again, on the upstroke, I rub my thumb across his pisshole.
"So am I bi, or just gay?" The question got stuck as he had his first morning cum.
"Neither," I said as I milked his dwindling cock. "You're just eleven and horny. My ass was an accident."
"Should I be bi?" he asked with a sigh.
"Depends?" I told him. "I know you get turned on by girls, I saw your cock growing last night when we talked about the girls in your school, so I know you're not gay. Ever get turned on by another guy?"
"Uh, sort of."
"Well, that could be routine horniness or you could be a little bit bi. As you get older, you can experiment and figure out just what you are or what you want."
"Okay."
"For now, let's let the girls sleep. We'll jump in the shower..."
"Together?" he interrupted.
"Together. Then we'll go downstairs and talk. In a couple of hours, we'll make them breakfast in bed and maybe they'll be so grateful they'll let us lick their pussies."
"Really?"
"That's the plan," I told him, then let go of his soft little cock and set him on the ground. I closed the door and started the shower. We got in and started lathering ourselves up. I had a definite look, don't touch policy at this point, I wanted to give him time to get used to new ideas, but occasionally we'd brush against each other.
We got out and dried ourselves off. We didn't bother dressing. As we passed through the bedroom, I made sure that Bobby got a good look at the sleeping girls. They were still pressed pussy to pussy and breast to breast, but at some point, Miranda had thrown her arm over Carrie and their heads were pressed together at the forehead. I wondered how much the pictures would be worth at the grade school.
Bobby and I went downstairs and talked for almost two hours. I gave him a basic autobiography. I told him all about discovering girls when I was ten and then experimenting with boys a little after that and deciding that I liked both. I even told him that I stopped messing with boys after a while. "At least until last night," I added. And Bobby had the courtesy to blush.
Then we fixed breakfast. French toast again, after all, it was my specialty. We loaded the heaping plates on two trays and carried it up the stairs. The girls were still sleeping, but had rolled apart and were sleeping on their backs a few inches apart. We set the trays on the dresser, and I motioned Bobby to go to the girls. With pantomime, I told him to tickle their nipples. The kid grinned and started. Carrie was an easy reach, but he had to stretch for Miranda. Very gently, he brushed at their nipples with his fingertips. Carrie tried to brush him away without waking up. Next, I had him work on their stomachs with the same results, so I turned him loose on their cunts. His fingertips brushed lightly on both girls' pelvises, then down to their pussies. He stroked their pussy slits, and damn if both girls didn't open their legs wider for him. Both of us had gone erect again, and I kept looking at his tight rear end.
I motioned him down, and he reluctantly obeyed. I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his butt, "You're going to get up between Carrie's legs." For a second, I thought the kid was going to cry with happiness. "When I signal one, you can gently kiss her from her stomach to her pussy." He nodded enthusiastically.
"When I signal two, you can rub your cock against her pussy." You know the phrase, 'so happy you could burst', looking at Bobby, I wondered just how much it would cost to clean up the mess if he did. "But I warn you, little buddy, put your cock inside her while she's asleep, and I'll rip it off and stick it in your ear." Bobby went pale but nodded.
"When I signal three, I want you to lick her pussy and drive your tongue in as deep as it will go." Bobby nodded so hard I was afraid for his neck.
I motioned him to climb up, and while he did, I took position at Miranda. I motioned one finger at him, and together we lowered our heads toward our targets. First, I kissed Miranda's belly button, she was an outie, so I took a second to tease it with my tongue. Then I gently kissed my way down to her pussy. I kissed the top of her slit. Then the bottom, and for luck, ran my tongue back up to the top. Then I sat back on my heels. Bobby was kissing all around Carrie's slit. I tapped him on the hip, and he kept kissing, so I flicked him with my finger and finally got his attention. He grinned in apology and sat back on his heels. Both girls slept peacefully, and though it might have been my imagination, both seemed to be grinning.
I gave Bobby the two signal and leaned forward. Keeping most of my weight on my knees, I leaned forward and put my hands next to Miranda's rib cage, then I pushed my hips forward until the tip of my cock touched her lips."Next to me, Bobby was watching and mimicking me with Carrie. I kind of scrunched down until the length of my shaft was pressed against her pussy slit and then slowly raised myself, dragging my cock across the lips. I swear they seemed to reach out for it. I watched as Bobby did the same. I repeated this three more times until I wasn't sure I could take any more, and I was sure that Bobby would explode. I signaled him to stop, and we both sat back on our heels. Both of us were breathing heavily as we grinned at each other. The girls slept on.
I gave him the "three" sign and lowered my face once more into Miranda's crotch. I licked her outer lips and then pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, immediately encountering her clitoris. According to scientists, the clitoris contains about eight thousand nerve endings, and my tongue must have gotten every one of them. Miranda grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her while thrusting her hips outward and arching her back, emitting a loud guttural moan. Supposedly, we guys only have about four thousand nerve endings in our cocks, and right then I really envied her those extra four thousand because I could feel her orgasm with my face. A few seconds later, she released my head, and I sat up. Jenny and Bobby were staring at us. Miranda seemed to be having trouble forming sentences, "Who...what...how could...I...it...you...Oh God."
I tried to look as innocent as possible, "We were just trying to wake you for breakfast," I explained. Bobby got up, and I noticed that his cock had dwindled again, and there was a large wet spot between Carrie's knees. He carried over the first tray and handed it to me, then got the second and set it on Carrie's thighs. He climbed back between her knees, looked at her, grinned, blushed, looked down at his plate, and started using his fork to cut a piece of French toast.
I looked up at Miranda. "Good morning. Breakfast is ready."
"I can't believe you did that," she said.
"What? Woke you for breakfast?" I had to, you're going to the zoo in less than two hours."
"No, that!" she said, nodding toward her crotch.
"You want me to promise that I'll never do it again?"
"No!" she shouted. Then she blushed and looked down at her food, starting to eat. I grinned and started on my own plate.
We ate in silence. Every now and then, one of them would start to say something, but then the others would look up, and they'd stop. Me, I figured that everyone needed time to digest events as well as food and just let things be.
When we'd finished, I stacked the plates and trays and started to carry them down to the kitchen, telling the girls to jump in my shower. Bobby started to make a smart-ass crack about together, but a look silenced him, and he followed me down.
While I did the dishes, I gave him the facts of life, my version anyway.
"I want you to understand that it's not necessary to go bragging about any of this in the locker room or anywhere else. Most of the guys who talk the loudest are getting the least real sex. First, it's disrespectful to the girls, not just Miranda and Carrie but any girls in the future. What's between you and them should stay between you and them. Second, if you talk about it to the guys, they'll spread it to the other guys, then the next group of guys, and pretty soon, it gets back to the girls. You can lose out on a lot of good experiences if the girls think you have a big mouth."
"Plus," I added, "If it gets back to the girls, they'll tell me about it, and I won't be happy. I'm not going to make any ridiculous threats about ripping off your dick, but I won't be happy."
"And you can tell everyone about my dick in your butt," he said.
"You're not listening. What every went on between us is between us. It's nobody else's business, even if I'm mad. Okay?"
"Okay," he smiled.
The girls came down, and I sent the three kids to get dressed. Then, after I'd put them to work cleaning, I headed upstairs and got dressed myself.
Miranda's mom showed up a little before ten. She was surprised that Bobby had decided not to go to the zoo, until I explained we were going to play some baseball, then she nodded understandingly.
After they left, I dug my old glove out of a closet, and we headed for the field, stopping only at Bobby's house for a minute for him to pick up his glove and bat. My plan was to play for a couple of hours, then go back to my house and deflower his cute young ass, but we got so into it that we stayed on the field till after five. A few of my friends showed up and joined in.
I had a lot of fun, even if Bobby's ass would have to wait.
[Note: I wish I could report that Bobby hit the game-winning home run that Saturday, but alas, it didn't happen. He had to be happy with two singles, a double, and a walk, instead of his usual two or three strikeouts. Damn, I'm good.]
Chapter 13 "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"
"Where the hell have you been?" Jenny yelled accusingly after I'd driven up to my house and gotten out of the car.
"Excuse me?"
"We've been waiting over an hour," she said, waving her hand to include Diana.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but I don't think I work for you. In fact, the last time I checked, I was doing you a favor," I said, a bit put out by her attitude.
"But we let..." her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip. "That is, I..."
"What she means is, she's sorry she yelled," Diana supplied, and pushed past her sister to me, giving me a hug. "She's got a bit of a temper," she added, looking up at me.
"I hadn't noticed," I whispered down to her, and she giggled, burying her face in my stomach.
Jenny took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I yelled. Diana's right, I let my temper get control sometimes, but I'm working on it."
"No problem," I told her. "We all lose it sometimes."
"Mom dropped us off over an hour ago," she explained in an accusing tone.
"Your mom should have checked that I was home first, and you have my permission to ding her on it, but no yelling. Jenny nodded. "I'd planned to be home by four, but I wasn't watching the time. Why didn't you go in the backdoor? I'm pretty sure I didn't lock it."
Jenny looked embarrassed. "We didn't check it," she admitted. "Besides, we couldn't just walk in your house without permission."
"Consider permission given. You can go in anytime, at least as long as your intentions are honorable."
"What do you mean by honorable?"
"Well, if you're looking for a place to smoke, drink, or do drugs, forget it. Likewise, if you're looking for a place to have sex with your boyfriend."
"I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs," she protested.
"And hopefully won't start," I added, noticing that she hadn't denied the sex part. I tried to move, but found that Diana was still molded to me. My keys were still in my hand, so I tossed them to Jenny, who caught them in the air. "It's the shiny one with the round head," I told her.
While Jenny unlocked the door, I reached down and picked up Diana. She almost glided into my arms. I cupped my hand under her butt and carried her into the house.
In the living room, I deposited Diana on the sofa. Then I sat in my recliner and motioned for Jenny with my forefinger. She walked over, looking wary. As she approached, I reached out and grabbed her wrist, using it to pull her across my lap. She was wearing a pair of yellow cotton shorts, and I pulled them down quickly. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
"But I apologized," she whimpered as I raised my hand above her ass.
I brought it down with a good smack, but not a lot of force. "I know," I agreed. "I just wanted to play with your cute little ass," I added as I released her. She scrambled off my lap and stood just out of range, glaring at me, her shorts around her knees. Then she giggled. She let the shorts fall around her ankles and stepped one leg out of them, then used the other foot to kick them at me. "Perv!" she accused.
I caught the shorts in the air and threw them back, catching her across the face. "So what else is new?" I answered back.
I noticed that Diana was pouting on the sofa. I motioned her over with my forefinger, and she approached cautiously, wondering if I was going to grab and spank her too. But as she got close, I reached out and lifted her up, setting her on my lap. "What's with the quivering lower lip?" I asked.
She tilted her head and looked up at me through the top of her eyeballs, not understanding.
"What's wrong?" I said, simplifying the question.
"Don't I get to have a slumber party? Like Carrie and Jenny?"
I thought about it. We hadn't talked about details, but it was only fair. "Of course you do."
"Good, my friends will be here in less than an hour."
"Then we'd better hurry," I told her. "Jenny, you need to take your bath alone while I take Diana shopping." Now Jenny's lower lip quivered, but she nodded and started stripping off her shirt. "We'll have to get your mom to come get you."
She stepped toward the bathroom, then looked back, "I could stay and help?" she offered.
It was a tempting offer. I could probably use the help with a wild herd of 8-year-olds, and she could sleep in my bed after we got the little ones bedded down. On her own side, of course, all perfectly innocent. You buying that?
"No, I think you'd better go home," I said, "But I really appreciate the offer."
I took Diana, and we jumped in the car and drove to the supermarket just behind my house. It would have been faster to walk through the woods, but I didn't know how much stuff we'd be bringing back.
I gave Diana a shopping cart and let her stock up, just like I had her sisters. I was amazed by the amount of processed sugar going into the cart, but didn't say anything.If a bunch of eight-year-olds ate all that, I might get them asleep by next Tuesday.
We checked out, and I added up three days' worth of snacks in my head - a shade over a hundred bucks. If I was going to be friends with this family, I was going to have to work harder. Or at least faster.
We got back to the house, and Jenny was clean and dressed, sitting on the sofa drying her hair. "Is the leech coming?" she asked as we walked in, our arms full of grocery bags.
"Jenny," I said sharply. "It's not nice to call one of Diana's friends..."
"It's okay," Diana interrupted. "That's what Daddy calls her. She's coming," she added for her sister.
"Why?" I asked, looking down at her.
"You'll find out," Jenny said with a laugh - almost an evil laugh.
"Why'd you want to know if she's coming?" Diana asked.
"'Cause I can get a ride home, dummy."
I went into the kitchen and set down my groceries. Then I came back into the living room. I put my hands on Jenny's shoulders and bent down until we were eyeball to eyeball. "I'm pretty sure that 'dummy' is not a pet name your dad has for your sister."
Jenny dropped her eyes to her lap. "Sorry, sis," she mumbled.
I squeezed her shoulders, and she looked back up at me. "Maybe a little louder."
She nodded and looked at Diana. "Sorry, Diana," she said, and sounded sincere. "You'd better set those bags down quick," she added.
I glanced over, and the little girl was sinking fast. I rushed over and relieved her of her burdens. Then I went back to my recliner and sank down. I had a feeling that I wouldn't get much rest. "Diana, go take a quick bath or shower before your friends get here," I ordered.
"Are you going to help?" she asked, almost shyly.
"Nope. I'm going to stay right here and rest up," I informed her. She pouted for a couple of seconds, then scampered upstairs. I cringed at the thought of my bathroom. Jenny came over and plopped down on my lap. After a minute, she leaned back against me, her head on my chest.
"You're pretty tough on me sometimes," she observed.
"Somebody's got to be."
"You're harder on me than Dad. Or Mom either."
When she said "harder," my mind pictured my hard cock driving into her pussy, and my cock, which I hadn't heard from all afternoon, stirred. "That's because I'm still trying to civilize you. They've given up on civilization and are just trying to keep you out of jail."
She sat up and glared at me, stuck her tongue out, and then laid back down.
I grinned to myself and patted her bottom.
"Thank you," she said after a while.
"For what?" I asked.
"For trying to civilize me. I know that I can be a brat sometimes."
"Sometimes?" I asked.
"Well, most of the time," she admitted. "But I'm working on it."
"That's all I ask," I told her. "I'm not perfect either."
"True," she said quickly. "You take advantage of innocent little girls." She jumped off my lap before I could react.
"You're not so innocent. And not so little either," I told her as Diana came down the stairs naked. "Innocent doesn't exactly run in your family."
"You'd better get some clothes on; your friends could be here any time," I said, glancing at the clock, which said it was a couple of minutes after six.
"My clean clothes are in the bathroom," she explained.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Jenny announced and ran toward the door.
Diana squeaked and sprinted toward the bathroom. At the door, Jenny looked to make sure that her sister had made it, winked at me, and opened the door.
Four little girls were standing there, along with two women. I realized that I had no idea how many munchkins I had agreed to.
I started to get up, and one of the women yelled not to bother. She and the other one walked in and headed for me. "Save your strength," she said as they got to the sofa. I waved for them to sit, and they did. "You must be Paul," the first one said. "We've heard a lot about you."
"Really?" I said in surprise, picturing little Diana telling all about her bathtime.
"Linda can't say enough good things about you."
"Well, Linda's a pathological liar," I explained, and the second woman laughed.
"She said you were nice..."
"A lie," I explained.
"And reliable..."
"A total falsehood," I corrected.
"And liked kids," she finished.
"An out and out slander," I added. "I'm irresponsible, mean, and I hate kids. Especially twelve-year-olds," I added since Jenny had come over and was standing next to my chair.
She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, but I'd been expecting it. I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her face down across my lap until her ass was centered between my legs. I leaned my forearms across her thighs and waist, trapping her. "Kids are a royal pain."
"Tell me about it," the second woman agreed. Both women smiled as Jenny struggled to escape.
Diana had come out of the bathroom, dressed fortunately, and been whispering with the four girls. Now she brought them into the middle of the living room. "That's Paul. He's neat. He likes to beat up on Jenny."
"Only when I can't catch you," I told her. She grinned, and Jenny kept struggling.
"These are my friends - this is Becky and Carly."
"Becky's mine," the first woman added. "And I brought Carly too."
"And this is Montana and Dakota. They're twins," Diana finished.
"They're mine," the second woman offered.
"Montana and Dakota?" I asked.
"Road trip. They showed up a month early, almost exactly on the border," I shrugged.
"Any more?" I asked Diana.
She blushed and looked down, scuffed her feet a bit, then held up two fingers. That was six girls, seven with Diana. I had my hands full.
"Uh-oh," Jenny had left the door open, and a woman with two more little girls had stuck her head in.
"That's Carly and Marsha. They're sisters," Diana told me.
Oh great, I thought. Two Carlys. Jenny stopped struggling and lifted her head. "Carly's the one that Dad calls 'leech.'"
"Thanks," I told her and gave her butt a soft swat.
"Let's see if I've got this right. Becky," I pointed at Montana. "Carly," I pointed at Dakota. "Marsha," I pointed at Carly number one. "Carly," I pointed at Becky. "Wyoming," I pointed at Carly number two. "And Minnesota," I finished, pointing at Marsha.
"NO, NO," Diana said in exasperation and introduced all the girls again, standing behind each and putting her hands on their shoulders. The last two girls had moved into the group.
"Okay, I've got it. Carrie," I pointed at Carly number one. "Martina," I pointed at Marsha. "Idaho," I pointed at Montana. "Utah," I pointed at her sister, Dakota. "Bertha," I pointed at Becky. "And the lemur."
Diana stomped her foot in frustration.
Jenny lifted her head. "Diana, you..." she twisted around to look at me, "Can I call her a dummy this time?" I shook my head. She looked back at her sister. "...you little sister. He's doing it to bug you. He knows their names but won't get it right until you can't take it anymore."
Diana looked at me suspiciously. "Is she telling the truth?" I nodded with a grin. "C'mon, girls. We're taking our party somewhere else," Diana started toward the door.
"Not my house," woman number one said.
"Or mine," woman number two chimed in.
"We're having a dinner party. You can't come to my house," woman number three added.
"Fuck!" Diana snapped. The room got very quiet.
I let go of Jenny, and she quietly got off my lap.
"Diana," I said quietly. She looked at me with a little tear already forming in the corner of her eye. She knew she'd gone too far. I looked at her, then I looked at the floor in front of me, and she walked slowly over and stood in front of me.
"Are you going to spank me?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
"No. I don't believe in spanking girls in front of their friends," I told her. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny give me a funny look, but I knew she'd figure out that I meant for real. "Do you think it's fair that your friends get punished because of something you did?"
"No," she said so softly that I could barely hear her.
"You lost your temper and didn't think. Something I believe you accused your sister of earlier," I said. Diana looked up at her sister and grinned weakly.
"Tempers run in the family," Jenny told her. "You should have seen how Mom lost it the time I stole ten dollars out of her purse." Then she hastily added, "I was only seven," so that everyone would know it was an old crime.
I looked back at Diana. "You may go up to my bedroom and sit. Your friends can still have their party."
"Thank you," Diana said quietly and, I think, sincerely.
"You may not turn on the stereo or the TV, understand?"
Diana nodded. She smiled weakly and started to turn toward the stairs, then she looked back at me. "Will I get to come back?"
"If you were me, what would you say?"
She thought about it for several seconds, then said, "No." She turned toward the stairs again, her friends all looked away so they wouldn't have to meet her eyes. Then Diana turned back to me and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. "Thanks for letting my friends stay," she whispered in my ear, then turned quickly and ran up the stairs.
When she was gone, "How long you going to keep her up there?" Jenny asked.
"I'm shooting for half an hour," I said, "But it may be tougher on me than on her. I was tempted to pardon her right there and then."
"No, it'll be good for her," Jenny said sagely.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Maybe she won't be as big a brat as me when she's twelve," Jenny explained. I nodded.
I looked back at my adult visitors. "Well, ladies, if you want to take your babies and run, I'll understand."
"I think my girls are in good hands.""Lady number two said, then added as she stood up, "Paul is in charge. If you need punishing, he has my full permission."
"Yes, mama," the twin murmured.
"That goes for me too," Woman number one said, standing.
"And me," Woman number three added.
The women started moving toward the door.
"Mrs. Woods," Woman number three looked back at Jenny's voice. "Could I get a ride home?"
"I thought you were here to help with the girls," woman number one said.
"I'm not staying here with him. He's mean," Jenny said with a smile.
Woman number three, I guess Mrs. Woods, nodded that Jenny could get a ride, and the three women and one pre-teen headed toward the door. A minute later, they were gone.
I looked at my guests. They were huddled together in the middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to expect. They reminded me of the last scene of the last "Mary Tyler Moore Show" as the entire group was in one giant hug and couldn't seem to let go.
I considered yelling "Attention!" but was afraid I'd scare them to death, so I said quietly, "Girls, line up please." They looked at each other, then slowly shuffled out until they were standing in front of me in a ragged line. Dakota was on the right end of the line, her twin next to her. Becky was next, then Carly number two, "the leech." Carly number one was next to her, and Marsha was on the far end of the line.
Dakota was the tallest, and Montana and the leech tied for shortest. The leech and Becky were really skinny, the rest had nice eight-year-old bodies with just a few traces of baby fat. Montana was a blonde, and so was Becky. Dakota and both Carlys had brown hair. Marsha was a strawberry blonde. They were dressed almost alike, all but Marsha and Carly number one were wearing cut-offs, and they wore bike shorts. All but Dakota were wearing half-shirts that showed off flat or nearly flat stomachs. Dakota was wearing a bikini top.
"Girls, I'm not really mean, and Diana will be coming back pretty soon." Dakota took a chance and smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"Let's start with you," I told her, and she looked leery. "You're Dakota, right?" She nodded. "And that's your twin, right?" I nodded to the girl standing next to her, and she nodded. "Well, one of you is lying, 'cause you don't look anything alike."
She giggled, then told me, "We're not identical."
"Of course you're not identical," I agreed, "but how come you're lying about being twins?" This time, Dakota and Montana both giggled. "Twins don't have to look alike," Dakota explained.
"You," I said, pointing at Carly number one. "You look pretty smart. Come here." Carly walked up cautiously. I leaned forward conspiratorially, "She says that twins don't have to look alike. Do you buy that?" I whispered loudly enough for all the other girls to hear. Carly nodded, and I motioned her back in line.
I looked back at Dakota, "I knew that." All the girls giggled. "You're the big sister, right?"
"Nope. Montana is. She's fourteen minutes older." I was surprised because Dakota was about three inches taller. "Oh, and I'm an Aquarius." So was I.
"So you're the big sister?" I asked Montana, and she nodded. "Do you take good care of your little sister and try to teach her the things you've learned?" Montana giggled, and Dakota turned red. "Do you talk?" Montana giggled again and nodded. "Will you talk?"
She giggled again and asked, "Can you guess my sign?"
"Sure, easy."
"Bet me a buck?"
"How about a bag of Oreos?" She nodded. "You're an Aquarius."
She and Dakota both grinned, and I knew I'd been had. "Nope, a Capricorn." I kicked myself; I should have smelled a setup and from an eight-year-old yet. She explained, just in case I hadn't figured it out, "I was born at eleven fifty-six on January nineteenth, and Dakota popped out at twelve ten on January twentieth."
I stood up and bowed to the twins, then walked to the kitchen and returned with a package of double-stuff Oreos, handing them to Montana.
"Are you all eight?" I asked the group.
"I'm nine," the leech said.
"I'm seven," her sister chimed in.
"And we're gonna be nine in three weeks," the twins said in stereo.
"And two days," Dakota added for accuracy.
"Well, I have to go see if Diana is ready for parole," I told them. "Make yourselves comfortable. You can all watch Montana eat a whole bag of cookies." It had only been about fifteen minutes, but I didn't have the heart to wait any longer.
As I walked toward the stairs, they were all crowding around Montana, and I had a feeling that she'd be sharing whether she wanted to or not.
At the top of the stairs, I looked toward my bedroom. Diana was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. She was looking out the window. I have very thick carpeting, so I doubted she had heard me. I walked into the bedroom, around the bed, and sat down next to her.
She looked at me, then back out the window. "I'm being good," she said softly.
"I see that," I agreed. "Do you have any idea why I'm upset with you?"
"Yes," she said and waited. When I didn't say anything, "I said a bad word. You get mad at Jenny when she does too."
"Well, lots of people say bad words. I know your mom and dad do sometimes. And I do, more than I should. But it bugs me when little girls do. I just think you should be better than that."
"I don't understand."
"I'm not sure I do either," I admitted. "But I get tired of kids, some Jenny's age, who can't say anything without adding 'fuck' or 'fucking' to it. 'I'd like a fucking piece of toast' or 'I'm going to fucking town,' or whatever. I really like you and Carrie and Jenny and want you to talk better than that."
"Okay. I'll try."
"You better get downstairs before Montana eats all the Oreos." She jumped up and looked down at me, "You mean it?"
"You gonna say any more bad words tonight?" She drew an X across her heart. "I mean it." She grabbed me in a quick hug that almost dislocated my neck, then raced down the stairs.
I plopped back on the bed. I don't know how parents do it.
It was actually a pretty quiet night. No, that's not right. It wasn't quiet. There was so much yelling and whatnot that I kept expecting the cops to show up, and I don't have any close neighbors. But it was calmer. For one thing, despite all the cute little pixies, my cock was not in a constant state of arousal. They were a bunch of little girls, and they played like little girls, though I did hear a few whispered remarks about David, who everybody thought was cute.
They ate cookies and chips and pizzas, and drank way too much pop. And pretty much acted like kids. I enjoyed it.
I quickly found out how Carly number two got her nickname. She jumped up on my side and wrapped her arms around my neck and spent most of the night attached to me. At first, I was careful to keep my hands on her legs, but sometimes when I adjusted her, they slipped to her butt, and she didn't seem to mind. Around ten, they all changed into nightshirts - long t-shirts with Scooby Doo, Tweety, butterflies, puppies, and one frog. They all wore panties except Dakota, and I only glimpsed her naked butt a couple of times.
I didn't mention the hot tub, and Diana didn't ask.
Around two, I got them bedded down, and the talking stopped about three.
All in all, eight-year-olds are easier than ten-year-olds or twelve-year-olds.
I woke up the next day ready to attack the world. I realized that it was Friday and wasn't sure if I was relieved or sad that the trailer park shower was supposed to be fixed today. It had been an interesting week.
I looked at the clock on my nightstand, six-ten as usual. I thought about rolling over and going back to sleep for a couple more hours.
That was when I realized that I wasn't alone.
I'd been sleeping on my side, facing the edge of the bed, and there was somebody sleeping against my bare back. I decided that I was going to have to kill Diana. I rolled over gently so as not to wake her, the sheet covered her head. When I faced her, I flipped the sheet off her and was surprised that it wasn't Diana. It was the leech.
I thought about picking her up and carrying her down to the other girls and pretending that this never happened. Did she know that she'd come up and gotten in bed with me? Could she not know?
I couldn't help noticing that her shirt, she had the one with Scooby Doo, had ridden up to her stomach and that her panties had ridden down to where they showed most of her pelvic area. I reached down and brushed the back of my finger against her bare skin. She shivered slightly but didn't wake. I really couldn't help myself; I reached down further and brushed the back of my finger against her cotton panties, against her pussy.
Then I mentally punched myself in the nose and pulled my hand away.
I slipped out of bed and went into my bathroom to take a very cold shower, first making sure that I closed and locked the door. I finished and, wearing a towel, went back into my room for some fresh clothes. I noticed that Carly had rolled over onto her stomach. Her panties were rolled down enough that I could see almost all of her ass crack. It was cute, and my damn cock started stirring. I took my clothes and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom to get dressed.
Downstairs, all was quiet, so I let myself out the back, stretched, and started running. Instead of my usual three miles, today I pushed for ten. I think I was trying to punish myself. I'd convinced myself that games with Diana, Carrie, and Jenny were okay because they seemed to enjoy them too. But taking advantage of a sleeping nine-year-old was just wrong.
I staggered back to the house. Downstairs was still quiet. I tiptoed upstairs for another shower.In my room, Carly was still sleeping soundly, now curled in a fetal ball with her panties completely off her butt. I considered trying to pull them up, but wasn't sure my willpower was strong enough not to take advantage. I picked up some more clothes and retired into the bathroom.
This time I took a hot shower and allowed the heat to pull the soreness out of my muscles. I teased my cock to life and slowly massaged it to erection. Then I jerked off in the most relaxed fashion I'd ever tried. No urgency for release, just enjoying the sensation. I wished that Diana was here to help, but whatever. I enjoyed the feeling of the hot, almost scalding water on my body almost as much as the feeling of my hand wrapped around my cock.
It seemed to take forever. I know the water was getting colder, and I have a huge water heater tank. Maybe that was a signal for my body that it was time, but my cock jerked in my hand and pumped a surge of cum against the wall of the shower. As the second surge pumped out, I washed the first run down the wall with the water. A third, fourth, and fifth spurt shot out and settled on the wall. The water was getting noticeably cooler. The sixth spurt didn't make it to the wall and then the rest just dribbled from the tip of my dwindling lance.
The water had passed cool and was well into cold as I turned it off, but all in all, I think that was my best solo performance ever.
Downstairs I went to the kitchen and started organizing an assembly line. When I was ready, I went back upstairs to wake Carly. I shook her and she mumbled something about school. I shook her again. Her eyes popped open and she saw me leaning over her. At first, she pulled away, not remembering me, then her brain caught up and she smiled.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, then reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself the rest of the way up and kissed me on the cheek. "Good morning."
"Good morning to you too," I said, disentangling myself. "Time to get up. I'm going to get the rest of the flock up in a couple of minutes." I'd decided not to mention her being in my bed unless she did.
"I slept well," she announced as she wiggled to the edge of the bed and swung her legs over. Then she noticed that her panties had rolled up and covered nothing, but didn't seem embarrassed. Her shirt had dropped down onto her stomach. I couldn't help looking at that cute little bald slit, and remembering rubbing my finger against it through her panties. Then she stood and her shirt dropped, covering it all. She reached under and adjusted her panties. "I must sleep pretty restlessly, because they never stay in place," she explained.
"Come on," I said and motioned her to follow, then I led her downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I pointed at the bedroom, "Go wake the others. They all know about the bathroom down here, tell them there's two more upstairs and they can take turns and all get some quick showers. Breakfast is in half an hour." I swatted her on her butt to send her on her way and went back to the kitchen and started heating up my griddle.
By the time the girls started appearing twenty minutes later, fresh from their showers and dressed in clean clothes, I was ready to start dishing up plates full of French toast and bacon. And these girls could eat. They ran me completely out of bacon and I had only one piece of bread left to make French toast for me. But everybody got enough, except me. And I had a houseful of happy, healthy kids. Then I announced cleaning details. There was a lot of squawking, but Diana told them that was the deal she'd made and they all pitched in and helped.
I didn't lift a finger, but I could tell that I'd be cleaning up after my clean-up crew, but at least they were trying.
The first mom arrived a few minutes after ten. I'd realized that I hadn't made any arrangements to have the girls picked up. But either Linda had suggested ten to the ladies, or ten was the universal slumber party pickup time.
Montana and Dakota's mom was first. I complimented her on her well-behaved, by slumber party standards, kid but complained that Montana had set me up. She laughed and tried to console me with the fact that I wasn't the first, then hustled them away.
The sound of their car hadn't completely died away when Carly number one's mom showed up. At least Carly said it was her mom; I hadn't met her last night. She almost had Carly in the car when Becky's mom drove up. This necessitated the two girls collaborating, and in the end, Carly number one's mom drove off with both girls and Becky's mom left empty-handed.
I was thinking it was like watching a ballet and about to shut the door, when the last mom showed up. I looked into the house and the three girls were sprawled in front of the television watching Kim Possible on the Disney Channel - ever notice what perky tits she has? So I closed the door and stepped outside to meet Mrs. Woods.
"Hi," she greeted me sunnily as she walked up to the door. "Need some peace and quiet?"
"Eh," I said, holding my hand to my ear and feigning deafness.
"Don't worry," she pretended to yell. "Two, three weeks, you'll be as good as new." Then she added normally, "Everything go alright?"
"Pretty much. One little problem," I wasn't sure how to say this, but I figured that I should tell her and not let her find out when Carly let something slip.
She looked at me strangely, "I'm calling the sheriff right now, you damn pervert."
"But, I..." I sputtered. The last thing I needed was the sheriff or CSD nosing around, considering the sort of things that had been going on. Even if I was innocent of Carly. Maybe I could kill the woman and bury her out back in the forest.
She held her hands up and grinned. "Relax. Take a deep breath. You're freaked out because you woke up and Carly was in bed with you."
"How the bloody hell did you know that?" I exploded.
"You're not her first."
"I'm not?" I said, not sure whether I was offended or relieved.
"Nope. The first time she did it to Dave, he almost had a heart attack. He was sure that Linda and I were going to take turns flaying him alive."
"You could have warned me," I protested.
"Well, she doesn't always do it. Just to the dads she really likes."
"Oh."
"Her dad took off on us when Carly was four. And she's been searching for a father figure ever since, I guess."
"Well, I'm glad to help, I think. But it was a hell of a shock to wake up with a nine-year-old in my bed."
"A half-naked one?"
"Well, yeah."
"I swear that child can't keep any clothes on when she sleeps."
"Another thing you might have warned me about," I made a mental note to make sure that Diana always invited her.
"And miss all the fun. By the way, did Montana ask you to guess her sign?" I nodded. "So how much did you lose?"
"A package of Oreos. You?"
"I got off cheap, a dollar."
"Ready to face your kids?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. I have a date tonight so I can't keep 'em. Though I could keep Carly, I don't know if my date will sleep with me on our first date and Carly's a sure thing."
"I think I'd better get Carly out of this den of sin," she said in mock horror.
"Damn," I said and opened the door for her.
It took us about ten minutes to get the girls ready and out of there. But finally, Carly and Marsha drove off waving as I belted Diana into my car and drove her home. First, she'd wanted to go home with them, then to have the other girls come home with her. At one point, she suggested that we all stay at my place.
I drove up to Linda's place, and Diana was out of the car almost before I got completely stopped. By the time I got into the trailer, she was already sitting on her mama's lap talking a mile a minute about how much fun she'd had.
I sat down at the table and listened to the fast-forward replay of the evening. Linda smiled at me, then turned back to her daughter's discourse. When Diana finally ran down, she kissed her mom on the cheek, then came over and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek too. Then she disappeared outside.
"I WISH I had that kind of energy," Linda mumbled, and I nodded in agreement.
"Your shower still coming back online today?" I asked.
"Yes, so they tell me. Relieved?"
"Not sure, to be honest," I admitted. "Anyway, if something happens and they can't take a shower, you'll have to take them to the house yourself. Jenny knows where I hide the key."
"Where will you be?"
"I've got a date," I announced.
"With who, anyone I know?"
"Jenny."
"You've got a date with my daughter?"
"Different Jenny."
Linda thought for several seconds, "Not Debbie's sister?"
"The same," I admitted.
"She's got some real brains. Sure you're not out of your class?"
"Probably, but that's half the fun."
Linda chuckled. "Good for you," she encouraged.
We talked about absolutely nothing for a few minutes until I finally got the idea that Linda was holding something back. "You want to tell me about it?"
"What?"
"Whatever it is you're not telling me. Jenny is really an axe murderer or something."
"Our Jenny, maybe, not yours."
"Then what is it that you're not saying?"
"Not asking, really."
"So?"
"I want to ask you a big favor?"
"I've been bathing your girls all week and just spent the last three straight nights hosting slumber parties, and now you want a big favor."
"Maybe I'd better leave well enough alone," she stammered.
"No, we're friends and you can ask me anything. But I have the right to say no."
"Fair enough."
She took a deep breath, she started to speak when we heard stirring on one of the bunk beds and Jenny peeked over the edge of the top bunk. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked sleepily."Jenny, I thought you were outside," Linda said, obviously startled.
I picked up that whatever Linda wanted to say, she didn't want witnesses, and I decided to make it easier. "Jenny, if you're still here in a hundred and twenty seconds, I'm going to call Debbie, find out what boy you're crushing on at the moment, invite him over, and spank your butt in front of him."
"You wouldn't," she challenged.
"How well do you know me?" I asked, looking straight back at her.
She wasted several seconds deciding, then slid off the bunk and stripped off her nightshirt in one motion. She pulled on a pair of shorts, not bothering with panties, and was pulling a t-shirt over her head as she went out the door with at least thirty seconds to spare.
Linda looked at me in amazement. "It would have taken me at least twenty minutes to get her out of here if she didn't want to go."
I buffed my fingernails against my shirt, then blew on them. "I have skills."
"I guess."
"Now, you were saying?"
She only hesitated a second. "Dave got a new job."
"That's great," I said, happy for my friends and not seeing a problem.
"Great money and fantastic benefits," she added.
"You lucky dogs."
"But it's in Alaska," she said, dropping the other shoe.
"I'll miss you both, of course, and the girls. But I don't see what has you walking on eggshells."
"We haven't told any of the girls yet. But we know they won't be happy. Their friends are here, their schools."
"Moving is a fact of life. It happens to a lot of kids; they'll get over it."
"Dave and I thought we'd live out of the trailer for several months. That would give us a chance to get all the bills caught up and get us back on our feet."
I was starting to get a glimmering. "Just say it," I said, a little dryly.
"It's so crowded in here with the five of us. I know the girls aren't happy about it. Especially Jenny, and she's at an awkward stage right now."
"You haven't said it," I said, more coldly than I intended.
"We thought that you have so much room and you seem to like the girls so much..."
"Did you arrange Jenny's bath situation so that I'd get involved with your girls and you'd have a better chance to sell this?" The word "prostitute" was boldly printed on my brain.
"No. That was never the plan, it just kind of happened. Jenny's always liked you so much."
Do you remember the old Mission: Impossible Show? The original back in the sixties and seventies, not the lame remake or the movies. There was always that moment when the villain realized that he'd been set up. That's how I was feeling. I stood up.
"Feel free to bring the girls by the house for baths today; I won't be home until late. I'll think about what you said and maybe I'll come back tomorrow and discuss it. Maybe not." I walked to the door and opened it. Outside, Jenny and Carrie were playing basketball with a few other kids. Diana was sitting on the grass with another girl watching.
"Paul, I'd..."
I shut the door and left with a wave to the kids.
I went by Bobby's house and collected him, and he called some friends, and we went to the ballfield where I burned off my annoyance by running them all over the field. Then I went home, took another shower, and picked up Jenny for the drive to Oakland.
Our first date, and I spent most of it talking about the girls and Linda's crazy plan. I was over my mad and was trying to think about what was best for the girls. I told Jenny all about it, except for those details that violated state laws, and she didn't think it was all that crazy. Somehow it made us pretty close, talking about such a twisted personal situation. By the time we got home, I knew I was going to do it. Crazy or not. But there were a few conditions.
Dave had already left and had a motel up in the forty-ninth state, so we got him on the phone and had a family meeting. Linda explained the situation to the girls and told them they each got to decide for themselves, my condition, whether they wanted to go to Alaska and live in the trailer or stay here with me, at least for a couple of years. I also explained, in front of Linda and with Dave listening on the phone, that no matter what had happened or would happen during bath time or other games, that I would not hesitate to punish them in whatever I thought was appropriate.
Jenny, being the oldest, got to vote first. She walked over and stood in front of me. "If I ever try to blackmail you or hold anything over your head, you have my permission to beat me black and blue." Then she kissed me and sat on my leg. Carrie nodded, and came over and sat on the other one.
Diana had the most trouble deciding. She wanted to be with her sisters and her friends, but she also wanted her mom and dad. It made it easier for her when Linda said that they'd come down to visit several times a year, and I added that I'd take the whole group up to Alaska at least a couple of times. Diana came over and sat on Jenny's lap.
And that's how I got my family.
Linda and Dave, who'd never had a lot of time to themselves, discovered each other all over again. I considered sending them a case of Trojans, since I didn't want to build an addition on my house.
And we lived happily ever after.
Oh, there was one more detail.
A day after the big family meeting, the girls were all moved in; they didn't have all that much stuff. I moved all my books out of two of my bedrooms and moved Carrie and Diana into one and Jenny into the other. That still left me two guest bedrooms.
I'd just finished moving all my books, about two and a half tons' worth, out to the garage when I decided to take a break. The girls were all in the hot tub, naked. I watched them for a couple of minutes, then picked up the phone and called Jenny.
"Hi, Jenny, it's Paul."
"Paul. I haven't heard from you for over a week. I thought maybe I scared you off."
"Well, having an IQ twenty or thirty points higher than mine is intimidating, but nothing scares me away from a pretty girl."
"You say the sweetest things," she laughed.
"I just thought I'd let you know that I took the girls."
"I thought you would."
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I finished twisting my combination and opened my locker before looking at Ricky. "Christmas vacation just ended. I haven't been back in school three minutes yet. There can't be bad news."
"Winter break," Robbie corrected. Tami and I had driven her to school. Her little Honda, Rodrigo, was getting a tune-up.
Ricky just smiled.
"Okay, I'll play," I said reluctantly. "What's the good news?"
"Schedule's out for baseball," Ricky said, holding up a piece of paper.
"And the bad?" Robbie prompted.
"Schedule's out for baseball." He handed the paper to me.
I looked down at it, Tami and Robbie reading it over my arms. We had a tournament over spring break in Coeur d'Alene. Then a couple more pre-season games, one in Seattle, the other in Vancouver. Then...
"Lake." I looked up at Ricky, and he nodded.
"Dad says Rich is still officially the football coach at Lake. So are we going to have our shortstop and second base?"
I looked at Robbie. She shrugged. "We haven't even made the team yet. Try-outs aren't till February."
Ricky shook his head. "You two made it as freshmen and sophomores. You ain't getting beat out now. Hell, last year you were barely talking to each other and still turned more double plays than anybody else in the state."
Tinkers to Evers to Chance had nothing on Sims to Tate to Calloway. Chicago Cubs, eat your heart out.
"I'm surprised Lake hasn't dumped him yet," Tami said.
"Dad says that Mr. Reed told him that people keep bringing it up at the school board meetings, but the board keeps tabling it for later discussion. Mr. Reed thinks they're hoping the whole mess will go away."
"Can we worry about this next week? Some of us have a gymnastics team to whip into shape."
"He just likes checking out little girls in leotards," Robbie whispered loudly.
"That's 'cause the high school doesn't have a team so he can check out big girls in leotards," Tami added.
I cocked my head and gave her my best 'et tu?' look as I closed my locker and the bell rang.Bobbi opened her mouth, then looked away as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"You know, my fourth favorite of all the Bradley girls, there's nothing you can say that will make me like you less."
"Fourth favorite?"
"Well, Billie's got bigger tits, and the twins are cuter."
"I guess I can live with that." Traci and Kelly came out of the gym. I flicked my eyes toward Tami and Billie, and they walked over to them. "I, uh, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," Bobbi stammered.
Just when you think life can't throw you anymore surprises. I had no idea what to say to that. "I, um, okay."
"I've been going out with Josh Lee for a while. I think it's time."
If my sister has been telling the whole middle school that I'm their one-stop shop for rubbers, I was finally going to be an only child. "Has he been pressuring you?" I knew Josh. He was a friend of Peter's. Seemed like a good kid.
"No. Nothing like that. He's been cool. I just think it's time to take the next step."
"There's no rush. You're only a freshman."
"You and Tami were in seventh." Technically eighth, since it was in the summer. "And you and Robbie did it in eighth."
Has somebody written my biography and not told me?
"I think I'm ready," she declared.
"That's what's important," I agreed.
"I kinda wanted you to be the first," she mumbled.
"Excuse me!" From the corner of my eye I saw Tami and the girls look our way. "What did you say?" I asked a little softer.
"It's just that, well, Josh is a virgin. At least, I'm pretty sure he is. I thought the first time might be better with someone experienced. And Robbie said..."
"Never mind what Robbie said." I decided Robbie needed a spanking, even if she wasn't completely back to her old self. Come to think of it, spanking her now might be safer. "I don't think it would be a good idea."
Bobbi's face sagged. "You don't want to do it with me," she said with the quiet acceptance of someone facing years of therapy.
"Bobbi, of course I want to. You're beautiful. And your tits may not be as big as Billie's, but they're perkier, and to me that's more important. But I'm in love with Tami. I'm trying to be faithful to her."
"But you did all those girls on your trip," Bobbi blurted, then blushed. "I heard Robbie and Darlene talking about it."
Maybe Robbie wasn't the only one getting spanked. "That was different." Boy, was that different. "Besides, I haven't been with anyone else since we got back."
"You haven't? What about Robbie? The night we moved in."
"Well, according to one esteemed ex-president, oral sex doesn't count. Besides, that was a special circumstance. I was trying to take her mind off of killing me."
Bobbi grinned. "That was a mean trick."
I grinned back and nodded.
"You really don't want to do it with me?"
"You weren't listening. I really do want to do it with you, but I'm in love with Tami. I guess you've figured out that Tami and I have a weird kind of relationship, but right now I'm trying monogamy, 'cause even if she doesn't mind the other girls, I think it's what she deserves. Besides, your first time should be with someone special, someone you really care about."
"I know," she said softly. I was glad she was looking down at my feet and couldn't see me blush. "You know, all my sisters are in love with you. The only thing the twins argue about is which one's going to marry you."
"I..."
"Even my mom a little bit." Bobbi looked up at me, her head cocked to the side.
The lady in question chose that moment to pull her minivan into the parking lot and tap her horn. Bobbi leaned forward and quickly kissed me before skipping away. "Think about it," she yelled over her shoulder as she and her sister jumped in the back of the van. One of the twins was sitting in the front seat and waved.
"Believe it," I said under my breath.
As they drove off, I walked over to Tami and slipped my arm around her. I stood there for almost a minute, just feeling her nearness. "You know," I said finally. "Getting involved ain't such a bad thing."
Tami just grinned and pressed against me.
Chapter 2
"Shall we give him some space?"
Tami grinned. "We'd better. I've got delicate ears, and you're a teacher and might inhibit what he has to say." Tami kissed me on the cheek, then followed Miss Calloway and the bus driver off the bus.
I turned in my seat. Some of the new girls were standing in the aisle, but all of last year's crew were sitting quietly. "Settle!" I said sharply, standing and blocking the aisle. Nobody moved. "Now!" I said louder.
The girls took seats.
"Well, the first meet's over," I said after looking at them for several seconds. "And we lost again..."
I was going to add, 'but only by four-tenths of a point, and we were in it all the way,' but I saw Cheyenne Morris mumble something to Marissa Ling sitting next to her.
I stopped and stared at her. "I didn't catch that."
Cheyenne blushed but returned my stare. "I said," she said after several seconds, "we could have won if you'd let me go all-around."
I nodded. "You're probably right."
She looked surprised.
"You had a great meet. But I and your other coaches decided to compete you in only two events, and that's that."
"But I am so much better than Kelly and Abbie." Three and five seats behind her I saw the two girls go red.
"Could be. But I chose Kelly to go all-around 'cause I knew I could depend on her. She always turns in a good performance." Kelly beamed. "Except maybe when she has a cold," I said to remind her of a meet last year. "And I..." I emphasized the "I " as hard as I could, "wanted to see how Abbie would do."
"And we all know how good that was," Cheyenne said sarcastically. Abbie looked ready to cry. She had not had a great meet, scoring only a thirty point four compared to Kelly's thirty-five point three.
"Traci, would you and Abbie go in and remind Miss Calloway to try and get one big table?" Traci nodded, understanding I wanted the seventh grader off the bus. She took Abbie's hand and led her past me and out the door.
I strode down the aisle until I was standing next to Cheyenne, towering over her. "If you ever trash another girl's performance like that again, don't bother coming back."
Cheyenne stared defiantly up at me.
I turned and moved back to my original spot. "And that goes for the club team too."
"You can't..."
I spun and stared at her again. "Try me." I don't know if she believed me, but her face lost most of its color.
I looked around at all the young faces staring at me. "I want you to remember something. Last year, it was easy. We usually didn't even have enough girls on each event and had to enforce a draft. That's how Traci wound up doing bars and vault. She didn't volunteer; I pushed her."
"But this year, we have extra girls on every event so we have to choose. When Tami, Stephy, Miss Calloway, and I got together last night, we were trying to put together the best team. Not just to win, which we almost did, but to help all of you develop. Sometimes we may get it right, or sometimes we'll get it wrong. But we are the coaches and it's our decision. Does anyone besides Cheyenne have a problem with that?"
Cheyenne glared, but the other girls all shook their heads.
"Your job as gymnasts is to practice real hard and make our choices real difficult. And to support each other in practice," I again focused on Cheyenne, "and in the meets. If someone does good, pat her on the back. If she blows it, give her a hug and let her know it's all right."
"If you think you're not getting the meet time you deserve, you can come and talk to any of your coaches, or all of us." I was still looking straight at Cheyenne. "As long as your complaint is about your performance and not one of your teammates."
I looked around the group again. "If it's a team problem, have your captain, Kelly, come to us."
"Your pet," Cheyenne mumbled.
"I didn't catch that," I prompted.
"I said she's your favorite."
Kelly blushed, and I smiled at her. "She sure is. Because there's nobody on this team who works harder, and nobody who supports her teammates better."
"Is that why you took her to a dance last year? I heard all about it."
"No. I took her because she was beautiful. You should have seen her."
"And made her captain."
"Nope, that one you can't blame on me. The team voted her captain. In fact only two other girls got votes." Cheyenne had the grace to blush since she'd been the only one to vote for herself. Kelly had voted for Traci--I recognized the handwriting--but everyone else picked my favorite munchkin.
"But you..."
"Enough!" I interrupted. "Cheyenne, if you want to continue this, I'll be happy to talk to you tomorrow. Or you can talk to Miss Calloway if you think I'm not being fair. Everybody else, what I was meaning to say was that you may have lost, but everybody worked hard, and we were neck and neck right down to the wire." I stepped back between two seats. "Now you better get something to eat before they close this joint."
Kelly was the first one up, and as she got to me she gave me a quick hug. 'Great,' I thought, 'that'll help my reputation for favoritism.'
But then Susie Calloway gave me a hug too. Then Brianna Lane. One by one, all the girls gave me a hug as they passed.
All except Cheyenne who just glared as she walked past.
Alone on the bus, I sat back and shook my head. And I want to do this for a living. I must be nuts. I wondered if her parents would mind if Cheyenne didn't come home. I'd heard she had a little sister who was really nice. They'd be better off.
I got up and went in to see if there was any pizza left for me.
Chapter 3
"Are you ready to party?Several hundred voices answered Tami, though I didn't have a clue what they said.
"Just a couple things before we start. This concert is sponsored by the Junior Class Prom Committee. We're planning to raise more money for the prom this year than ever before."
Cheers. Mostly from the students, but some of the grown-ups joined in.
"You may know that last year, we had one of the best proms ever, and it didn't cost hardly anything. We figure if we can raise lots of money, and then pull off another cheap prom, then the organizing committee can have their final meeting in Jamaica."
A few boos. "And just who might be on the committee," Ricky Calloway yelled from the audience.
"Well, Tony Sims, and Robbie Tate." Tami turned to walk off the stage, then turned back to the audience. "And me."
"You better spend the money on the prom," someone yelled. "Jamaica would never survive."
"Sending Tony and Monster Girl is probably an act of war," someone else added.
It went downhill from there.
Traci was singing Stupid Cupid, a song that Mandy Moore did for a movie I couldn't remember off the top of my head, though I thought Connie Francis did it better back in the fifties. And Jordon McCoy on American Juniors beat them both. With Traci, all three of them had competition.
I was looking out the wings at the audience and mentally counting the cash. At three dollars a head for students and five for adults, the Back-to-School concert was racking it in for the Junior Class Prom Committee. I figured a thousand bucks easy, not counting concessions.
One of Robbie's better ideas.
Chad Davis started out. He'd turned the song's original eight-bar opening into a guitar solo that lasted about a minute-and-a-half. Not that he was the center of attention. On the partially darkened stage, I brought out a stool and set it in the center. Then Robbie walked out slowly and sat down. As Chad was finishing, a single light blue spot lit her face.
"Look at what's happening to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should have been somebody else."
Additional spots lit Chad along with Sally and Toby Reyes, while Robbie's spot widened to take in her whole body.
"Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me."
Robbie got off her stool, walked to the edge and sat down, her feet dangling. The spot followed her.
"It's like the light of a new day,
It hit me from out of the blue.
Breaking me out of the spell I was in,
Making all of my wishes come true."
I wondered if any of the kids out there knew this was the theme from a forgettable super-hero show from the seventies.
"Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.
This is too good to be true,
Look at me, falling for you."
Was it my imagination or did Robbie glance my way as she sang that?
Then Traci walked out by the stool and cut loose on her sax for almost a minute. Sometimes I couldn't believe just how good the brat could be.
"Believe it or not, I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me."
Robbie sat there as Chad and the Reyes brought the music to an end. The applause was deafening. Robbie grinned and waved at the audience, then the spots died and she disappeared into the darkness.
"For some reason, Tami thought this would be a good song for me. Personally, I don't get it," I said standing in the middle of the stage.
Chad started strumming his guitar, making it sound more twangy than usual. After all, this song was supposed to have a sort of shit-kicker feel to it.
"Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
When you're perfect in every way."
The audience laughed.
I turned to Chad and waved my arms for him to stop, then turned back to the audience. I tried to look stern. "That's not the funny part. You're not supposed to laugh yet. Now, let's try it again.
Chad started on his guitar again.
"Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
When you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror,
Cuz I get better looking every day."
The audience laughed again. I gave them my best scowl, but kept singing.
"To know me is to love me,
I must be a hell of a man.
Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble,
But I'm doing the best that I can.
I used to have a girlfriend,
But I guess she just couldn't compete,
With all of these love-starved women,
Who keep clamoring at my feet.
Well I'll probably find me another,
But I guess they're all in awe of me.
Who cares, I never get lonesome,
'Cause I treasure my own company."
More laughter, go figure.
"Oh Lord it's hard to be humble,
When you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror,
I get better looking each day.
To know me is to love me,
I must be a hell of a man.
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble,
But I'm doing the best that I can.
I guess you can say I'm a loner,
A cowboy outlaw tough and proud.
Well I could have lots of friends if I wanted
But then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd."
I couldn't help grinning as the audience laughed again.
"Some folks say that I'm egotistical.
Hell, I don't even know what that means.
I guess it has something to do with the
Way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans."
I turned and wiggled my butt at the audience before starting the chorus.
"Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror
Cuz I get better looking each day.
To know me is to love me.
I must be a hell of a man.
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
But I'm doing the best that we can."
Tami had written a last verse just for me to the Mac Davis standard.
"I also have a fast sports car,
You can't drive it, don't bother to ask,
And if you're into to academics,
Beat Robbie for head of the class.
I used to play some football,
In front of huge screaming crowds.
But it always gave me a headache,
'Cause the cheering, it got way too loud."
Somebody yelled, "Go Rebels!"
"Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way.
I can't wait to look in the mirror
Cuz I get better looking each day.
To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man.
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
But I'm doing the best that I can."
Most of the auditorium was singing along by the time I got to the last line.
"I still don't know why Tami thought that was a perfect song for me. Or why you kept laughing. But the prom committee hopes you had a good time. Good night and drive safe."
"You're kidding, right?"
I grinned and kept packing the back of Mom's mini-van.
Tami looked up and surveyed the dark grey sky. "It's not that I don't want to, it's just..."
I shoved in the last bundle and closed the rear door before it could fall back out. I grabbed Tami and pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing my mouth down against hers. "Tami, my love," I said a minute later, "do you want to stay home?"
"No. But..." she looked back up at the sky. "This is all a cover and you have us booked into a hot tub suite at a Holiday Inn," she whispered hopefully.
I kissed her on the nose, then turned her loose. "Oh ye of little faith."
"I have faith. It's just..." she looked up at the sky a third time, and a large drop of water splashed against her forehead.
I grinned, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to the open passenger door of the van. I placed her on the seat, then fastened a seat belt around her. I kissed her forehead where the raindrop had landed. "It's not even eight yet. Go to sleep, and everything will be better when you wake up."
Tami looked skeptical, but smiled. I closed her door and walked around to the other side. As I got in behind the wheel, I saw Tami's eyelids already starting to droop.
By the time I got onto I-90 heading east, Tami was gone. I took a CD off the dashboard and slid it into the player. A few seconds later the van filled with music. The first song was Precious and Few by a group named Climax. The song was from the mid-seventies, and I loved it as soon as I heard. Robbie had put together a CD of songs she thought I might want to steal. This was definitely one.
"Wake up."
Tami's eyelids fluttered as she struggled to open them. Finally one opened halfway. "Where are we?"
"Beautiful Spokane, Washington. Home of the 1974 World's Fair."
Both of Tami's eyes opened. "Why?"
"Why not. You have somewhere better to be?"
"I thought..."
"Dangerous habit. Gets you into trouble most of the time. You might also notice the sky."
Tami looked up through the windshield at the bright blue sky. "The rain...?"
"Is about eighty miles that-a-way," I said looking smug and flipping my thumb over my shoulder.
"I hate you."
"Sad but true. You have three choices. You can sit there and hate me, go back to sleep, or help me surprise Kelly."
"Kelly?"
I pointed at the building in front of us. A large colorful sign proclaimed TRIUMPH GYMNASTICS.
"So this is all about your favorite munchkin," Tami accused.
"Nope. Today is about you and me. This is just a side trip 'cause Kelly is bummed."
"Why's she bummed?"
"First meet of the year, for the club anyway, and her parents went to see Kenny.And her favorite coach is off doing something with his girlfriend who hates him.
Tami shook her head as she unfastened her seat belt and stretched. "Is there any trouble you can't talk yourself out of?"
I grinned and unfastened my own belt. "So far, no."
We got out, and I took Tami's hand as we walked across the parking lot. At the door, I paid the admission rather than try to explain that I was a coach showing up late.
I spotted our group on the beam, and Tami and I stepped over the rope separating the spectators from the competition, skirted the floor mat, and headed there. Kelly was just finishing her routine. She was holding a handstand like she was an alabaster statue. Then she snapped both feet down and stretched backward into a handspring, landing on the end of the beam and exploding upward into a full-twisting Tsukahara off the beam.
She landed, a big smile on her face telling me that the first part of the routine had been as good as the ending. Her arms shot skyward as her chest puffed out. She held her pose for a second, dropped her arms, turned to the two gray-haired women who were judging her, and repeated it.
"If you'd point your toes on that handstand, that might almost be a decent routine," I said from behind her.
Kelly spun, her face darkening but then breaking into a grin as she spotted me. "Tony! You came." She evaporated from the landing mat and reappeared in my arms. I wondered if she could teach me that trick. Might come in handy for tackling stray halfbacks.
"Would I miss my favorite munchkin's first meet?" Unfortunately, I didn't notice Cheyenne standing to the side until the words were out. I wondered if they'd come back to haunt me. Cheyenne tossed her head, then started putting chalk on the balls of her feet.
"I thought you were doing something with Tami."
I grinned and with all the flair I could muster indicated Tami. "Kelly, meet Tami. And we are doing something. We're watching your first meet."
Kelly muttered something I didn't catch but that rhymed with "mole," and I didn't think she was calling me a furry rodent that dug up lawns.
"Kelly, do I need to spank?"
"You wouldn't dare. I'm at a meet."
I grinned and cocked my head. "You've known me how long?"
Kelly's face turned red for a second. "Sorry." Then she brightened. "Did you see my routine? I hit everything!"
"Just the end of it. But I saw something else."
"But I did point my toes. I did!"
"Of course you did," Tami said consolingly. "He's just being mean."
I grinned. "I meant I saw that." I pointed to where the judges were sitting. They'd handed a piece of paper to a ponytailed girl about nine, who shared it with another ponytail who was putting numbers on a portable scoreboard.
Kelly whirled. "Nine four five! That's my best beam ever."
"You deserved it," Tami said, hugging the girl. "I saw more of your routine than he did. He was too busy checking out those two girls on floor in the purple leotards."
"I was scoping out the competition," I defended myself.
"You, my love, were wondering what it would be like with twins," Tami said without malice, then quickly kissed me to confirm her tone. Several of the girls "ah"ed. I shot them all dirty looks, which led to giggling.
"You know me so well, my little jackalope."
"Jackalope?"
"Still working on the pet name thing."
Tami grinned. "Keep working.""And Kelly's an eighth grader who was how old when..."
I sighed. "I know. But that's different."
Tami scooted backward in the sleeping bag, and my spent cock slipped from her. She watched my face, and I knew she was waiting for me to explain why it was different.
If I said I was more mature or older and wiser, this was going to go downhill fast. "I'm trying to be a one-girl guy," I said finally.
"We've had this discussion before. I've never asked you to settle just for me."
I scooted up next to her, not for sex but for nearness. "Tami, my love, there's no settling involved." I kissed her nose, and she cuddled against me. "Who makes the best hamburgers in town?"
Tami seemed startled at the change in direction. "Wendy's. But I wish we had one of those Fatburgers like they had in Denver."
"So, tomorrow when we go home, if I take you to Wendy's instead of Micky-D's or BK, you're settling?"
"That's different. Wendy's is my favo..." her voice faded. A minute later, she kissed my nose. "What's your favorite cereal?"
"Cocoa Krispies. You know that."
"So how come you have Sugar Smacks and Apple Jacks in your cupboard too?"
"Sometimes I like something diff,,," now my voice faded. "You know, this argument could go in circles for a long time."
"This isn't an argument. This is an intellectual discussion. Naked. In a sleeping bag."
"More debates should be run this way." I leaned down and sucked her right tit into my mouth.
"If they were, there'd be penalty points for trying to distract your opponent that way."
"I'm distracting you?" I asked innocently, then went back to her tit.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. The rest of the debate became nonverbal as I sank into the sleeping bag and worked my way south.
* * *
"So what are you going to do?"
"About what?" I asked, though I knew what she wanted. Tami glared at me while I continued to pack the van.
"About Bobbi."
I sat down on the ice chest and looked up at her. "How did you get involved in this, anyway?"
"She asked me," Tami said with a small giggle.
"She asked you?" I repeated.
Tami nodded. "I guess she started thinking about this and talked to Robbie."
"Her first mistake."
Tami stuck her tongue out before continuing. "They talked. Robbie wanted to make sure Bobbi was really ready. Then... well, I'm not sure which one suggested your bod, but they decided you'd be a good first time."
I sighed. It was a hell of a compliment, but still...
"That day that you and your family did the brunch thing at the Holiday Inn, I was over at Robbie's, and Robbie conveniently disappeared, and Bobbi asked me if it was okay."
I grinned. "Awkward?"
Tami grinned back. "I figured out what she wanted in a minute or two, but your mean streak must be rubbing off on me, 'cause I let her hem and haw almost twenty minutes to get it out. I mean, it's hard to just come out and say, 'Can I borrow your boyfriend to lose my virginity?'"
"Robbie could have done it."
Tami giggled. "If you and I hadn't had problems, she probably would have."
I nodded. "What mean streak?"
"I've seen the jokes you play on Traci."
"She's a sister. Doesn't count as mean."
Tami stuck her tongue out again.
"So you gave Bobbi your blessing?"
Tami nodded, then came over and sat across my legs. "You going to make a liar out of me?"
"I don't know," I said honestly. "I haven't been with anyone else since the road trip."
Tami giggled. "Resting up?"
"Monogamy," I said with a smile.
"I've never asked..."
"Tam, haven't you ever wanted, maybe in the back of your mind, us to be a more traditional couple?"
"Well..."
"So we try monogamy for a year or two."
"But all the girls..."
"...will, I'm sad to say, get along fine without me. None of them have been nuns."
"But they like..."
I smiled. "Tell you what. If I go back to fooling around with my harem, would you like a shot at Ricky?"
"Ricky?"
"How 'bout Cody? Robbie's making it hard for him to get any. Maybe Peter?"
Tami giggled. "Think Traci will share?"
"You could tell her you have experience with Temple threesomes."
Tami turned bright red.
"But, I've never wanted to do it with anybody else."
"Okay, but when I say I don't want to do it with anybody else, you try to set me up to bust Bobbi's cherry."
"That's different. I mean, well, you have a history."
"So, I don't get a choice?"
"No. Yes. I mean... I... will you at least think about Bobbi? You'd be good for her."
I grinned. "Tami, this may surprise you, but a few teenaged girls have managed to lose their virginity without me."
"But I want it to be good for her."
"I do, too. I'll think about it." I gave her a little push, stood up, and put the ice chest in the back of the van.
"There is one more little thing," Tami said with a sly smile that told me I wasn't going to like it.
"What?" I closed the back of the van and surveyed our camp site for forgotten items.
Tami stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. "Ashley."
"Ashley?"
"Ashley Burke. You kind of promised to be her first when she was ready."
I shook my head. "And you laugh when I say my life is complicated."
* * *
"What are you grinning about?" I asked as I put the van in drive after checking out of the ranger station.
"I was just wondering if any of the weathermen around here have cute daughters."
"Why?"
"I was talking to the woman in the RV when you were inside. She said it hit twenty-six last night."
I glared at Tami for a second, then maneuvered onto the road.
Maybe the secret of a good relationship was never talking. It just got you in trouble.
Chapter 5
"I could get used to this."
Robbie gave me a sideways glance. "You already are."
I grinned back at her as we took another bow.
* * *
It had been a hectic week.
Monday, we had a morning assembly where Mr. Reed and the school wished us luck. Afterward, Leslie Villers kissed me, then told me she was counting on us to bring a second Prentiss Award back to the school. No pressure or anything.
We loaded into Mom's minivan, while I hoped she wasn't getting too used to my Mustang, and drove to the middle school where Kelly, Traci, and Suzie Calloway were just getting out of their own pep rally. Traci and Kelly squeezed in. Suzie was riding with her mom, and we headed out of town.
Just as I got to the interstate, we passed Luke Reese and Ricky Calloway, who'd run our stage crew and now were driving the U-Haul with all our sets and props. Our musicians and all their equipment were coming tomorrow.
We got to Seattle and our hotel--The Prentiss Foundation had put us up in the Hilton, no less--and spent a mostly peaceful night. Mostly peaceful 'cause Mrs. Calloway, Suzie's mom, surprised at the lack of parental supervision, adopted the role of group mom. She was a nice lady and had some funny stories to tell, the funniest making Suzie turn bright red, but Tami and I wanted some privacy and alone time.
We also wanted to keep her ignorant of the sleeping arrangements which had Tami and me in one room while keeping me ignorant of the sleeping arrangements that had Peter and Traci in another.
Tuesday morning, we saw our theater. This year's contest picked six regional finalists. Last year, they'd had eight. The foundation had arranged for three theaters. Each group got three days for set-up and rehearsal. So there were performances on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, this week and next.
The order of the plays had been drawn randomly. We got number two, so we performed this Friday.
Anyway, early Tuesday morning, we saw our theater, and I wondered if we should just pack up and go home. Save ourselves the embarrassment. Seattle has dozens of theaters, and we drew the Globe. After all the shots I'd taken at Shakespeare.
We spent the morning getting sets in place while Luke and Ricky learned about the Globe's lighting and sound systems. We managed to get one full rehearsal in before heading back to the hotel and its spa.
Wednesday was mostly bits and pieces. Our musicians were here, and we spent the day with them playing or us singing or talking while Robbie listened from various parts of the theater and Luke tried to adjust the finicky sound system to suit her.
Wednesday night was the big dinner: the honchos from the foundation, the judges, and the three groups of nervous teenagers for this week.
The judges were an interesting group. Seattle's deputy mayor and the state parks and recreation director represented the politicians. The military got two votes, one the base commander from Fort Lewis and the other the wing commander from McChord. I would have been more impressed if he'd flown F-15's or A-10's instead of C-17's, but I guess we all got to do what we got to do. Seattle's a sports town, so we got a rookie from the Supersonics and a front office weenie from the Mariners.
The arts, if you can call them that, were actually represented by three judges. A guy who'd made a successful career out of writing historical romances, though considering he always wrote in the first person as an embittered and imperiled girl, you had to wonder just how in touch with reality he was. A television actor whose claim to fame was having been in four successive series that lasted nine episodes between them. And, finally, a director who'd managed to lose a hundred million dollars on his last three films, but already had a contract for another one.
There was probably a message in there about the foundation's expectation for the contest, but I didn't even want to think about what it was.
Yesterday, we'd managed three complete run-throughs before heading to the Roxy theater for Vlad.The group from Vancouver had put together a stylish and spooky retelling of the Dracula story. It was good, but I figured we had them beat.
This morning had been fun. The sound system shorted out during our first dress rehearsal. Luke, Ricky, and Fred the stage manager finally got it back on line, and a spotlight bulb gave out. I was wondering if there was a veterinary store close by where I could pick up a supply of Ketamine. I figured if it could keep horses calm, it might work for Robbie.
But Monster Girl fooled me. She started laughing. "If the gods want us to lose, they're going to have to try harder than that," she said before looking down at the notes on her clipboard.
Tami smiled at me and mouthed, "Ninety-eight percent."
"One more bow?" I asked as the curtain closed in front of us.
"Why the hell not," Robbie agreed with a grin, then signaled Ricky to open the curtain again.
As the curtain opened, we stepped forward in a line and bowed to our audience. It had been a good night. Probably our best performance so far. The applause was loud, and it felt good.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I yelled, hoping the sound system was still on. It was. "David's mother... Darlene Carter!" Darlene stepped forward and took a bow.
"Crystal, David's ex-girlfriend... Kelly Temple!" Kelly took her bow. She'd had a small part. In fact, I'd almost written the girlfriend out, except I didn't want to disappoint her.
"David's sister... Suzie Calloway." I realized as she took her bow that we'd never given her a name.
"Zoe's doctor... Tami Sharp!" I could see Tami's mom standing in the first row, clapping so hard that I was sure she'd bruise her hands.
"Zoe's dad... me!" Mom was standing next to Mrs. Sharp and, for once, hadn't forgotten the video camera.
"Zoe... played by Traci Sims, whose only other claim to fame is being my sister. But I've decided to keep her on the payroll for another month." Most of that was drowned out by the thunderous applause as soon as I'd said Traci's name.
"David... played by Peter Temple, whose only talent is thinking my sister's cute." Peter turned deep red while Traci practiced shooting laser beams from her eyeballs.
"And finally, Zoe's mom... played by Robbie Tate." Someone yelled "Monster Girl," and the applause grew even louder. "Robbie also directed this menagerie we call a cast."
Robbie took a step forward and bowed, then stood again. "It takes more than a bunch of so-called actors to make a play. We wouldn't have gotten very far without our stage crew, Luke Reese and Ricky Calloway." The guys came out, looking embarrassed, and Robbie gave them a hug.
I stepped over and pretended to whisper in Robbie's ear. She shrugged. Then Tami stepped up and whispered in her other ear.
"Do we have to?" Robbie whined.
My turn to shrug. "It's in their contract."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we agreed to introduce the band if they got at least every other note right, and I guess they did. The cutest keyboardist in the Pacific Northwest, Toby Reyes."
Toby did a refrain from Zoe's Song, then waved at the audience from the orchestra pit.
"The hottest drummer in the Western U.S.," I shouted. "Toby's slammin' sister Sally!"
Sally did a thirty-second drum riff before throwing both sticks in the air, catching them, and slamming them down on the cymbal.
"Andddd," Tami said with a twinkle in her eye, "according to our drummer, the best kisser on the North American continent, on guitar, Chad Davis."
Chad turned deep red but managed a refrain from Too Many Feelings, Traci's second song.
"Peoples, this is Unrehearsed," Robbie finished.
"We also got a big helping hand from two guys the theatrical union sent over to man the spotlights. They learned their cues in a couple of hours and were--excuse the pun--spot on. Guys, I didn't get your names, but we couldn't have done it without you."
The spotlights swirled around as the audience applauded. I wondered if we'd get in trouble with the union for that.
"And last, we owe special thanks to a man who's put up with a rowdy group of teenagers all week and has to do it all over again next week. The Globe's stage manager for sixteen years, Fred Thompson."
Fred came out of the wings looking startled. I had a feeling it was the first time he'd ever been on stage in front of an audience. Robbie gave him a big hug and held his hand as the two of them took a final bow.
For us, at least, it was all over.
"Are you all happy and content?"
The curtain had closed for the final time. I shot Robbie a suspicious look. "Why?"
She shrugged. "I think it's time for plan B."
I wondered how hard it would be to get back into the fourth grade. The homework was easy, and life just wasn't as complicated. I came back to the real world and nodded.
Robbie moved quickly, spoke to Fred, then headed for the dressing room and her phone. I moved to center stage, slipped my arms around Darlene and Tami, and watched Traci hug Peter a little more than was necessary. We'd planned two cast parties, one for us on stage and a second for the parents in the theater lobby with us joining in after half-an-hour or so.
From beyond the curtain, I could hear the audience shuffling. I figured at least ten minutes before the theater was clear.
"Why don't you and I run away together?" I whispered in Darlene's ear. "Just the two of us. We can move somewhere on the Oregon coast, and I can find out if I remember how to surf."
Darlene giggled. "What about Tami?"
"I didn't know you were into threesomes. Go ahead and invite her."
Tami's elbow jabbed my stomach while she didn't miss a word in whatever she was saying to Kelly and Suzie.
Traci was still clinging to Peter, and at some point, their lips had become fused. "Don't make me get a crowbar," I threatened. Traci glared, Peter turned red, but they separated.
"Are you Darlene Reed?"
Darlene looked startled and turned toward the interruption. "Darlene Carter."
We'd been celebrating almost half-an-hour and were about ready to join the various parental units in the lobby. We'd opened the curtains ten minutes earlier after the theater had cleared out to make it less stuffy.
The man stepped out of the right side wings. He was dressed in a cheap suit and reminded me of a fire hydrant. "You need to come with me."
"Sorry, Dude," I said, stepping between them. "We don't do groupies or stalkers. Get lost." I noticed a second man in the shadows by the stage door.
"Don't interfere," he growled, stepping closer.
I smiled. "Would you call throwing you off the front of the stage interfering?"
Ricky and Luke had moved up to one side of me, Chad Davis and Toby Reyes the other, making a wall between the idiot and Darlene.
"I'd call it assaulting a police officer," he said, pulling a wallet from his jacket and flipping it open and closed in an eye blink. "Now get out of the way, the girl is coming with me."
"Don't think so." The guys had taken a step back, but Robbie had moved up next to me.
"Interfering with a police officer is against the law."
"Tony's not very big on the law. He was suspended the first week of school and has threatened me several times." Mr. Reed, Darlene's stepfather, stepped out of the shadows.
I smiled. "To keep things straight, the school board overturned that suspension, and the administrator who sentenced me resigned rather than face a hearing over his actions. And my dad said I had more restraint than he did for not hitting you."
"That's irrelevant." I was impressed that the fire plug knew such a big word and used it correctly. "The girl needs to come with me."
"Actually, no, she doesn't."
"One more word and you'll be coming, too. Obstruction of justice should be good for a few months in juvie."
"Word." Maybe I could renew my friendship with Kenny. From the corner of my eye, I saw somebody else coming onto the stage from the other side. "You have some problems, slick. One, as far as I'm concerned, flipping a wallet as fast as you can does not qualify as identifying yourself as a cop."
He growled. He actually growled.
"Two, even if you are the fuzz, you can't just grab someone without cause. And three, you may be pure bacon through and through, but you should know the difference between interfering with a police officer and obstruction of justice. They're two completely different charges." I grinned. "And four, just for the hell of it, even if you could get a conviction for interfering with a police officer, I'm not getting more than probation, and you should know it." I held my wrist out. "Want to slip on the cuffs?"
Flatfoot. I forgot to call him a flatfoot.
"I'll teach you some manners," he growled, advancing on me and raising his arm to backhand me. I'd given Peter King three shots. This dude was only getting one.
"Excuse me," the newcomer said diffidently.
"Beat it, pops. This is police business. It doesn't concern you."
"Excuse me?" he said again, this time in shock.
"Get lost!"
The newcomer stepped forward. He was dressed in a much nicer suit than the fire plug, though a pajama leg stuck out of one leg of his pants. "Your supervisor, now!" he snapped.
"Listen..."
"No, you listen. I am Judge Morgan. And if your lieutenant isn't here in twenty minutes, your chief will be here in thirty. Better yet, make it your captain."
"My captain?" The fire plug turned white.
"Now!" He looked around. Robbie and I, backed by the guys, still formed a wall between Darlene and the cop.
"You!" he snapped, pointing at Darlene. "Come here," then he softened his tone. "Please." I saw Robbie nod at Darlene, and she started toward the judge. "The rest of you sit or something.Darlene and the judge sat on the bed in Zoe's set and talked while the rest of us relaxed a little. The detective pulled out his cell and turned his back on my favorite stepparent. Reed tried to argue. The cop slapped a hand over the mouthpiece and growled, "Piss off."
Robbie walked over and handed the judge a stack of paper, then snagged Kelly and sent her to the lobby. A few minutes later Kelly came back with Robbie's dad. The rest of the parents followed him halfway down the aisle, then took seats watching the stage.
The detective watched them, distaste on his face. Maybe he didn't like performing in front of an audience.
It was almost twenty-five minutes later when a tall man in a blue uniform walked down the aisle, a pair of twin silver bars shining on his shoulders. I could see him taking in the strange scene. An elderly man in a suit talking to a teenaged girl on a bed on one side of a stage. Two men standing together on the other side, and a group of teenagers milling around in the middle. A small group of grown-ups sitting halfway down to the stage, and another adult standing near the front of the stage.
He approached the front of the stage, ignoring Mr. Tate for the moment. "What's going on here?"
"Barry, is that you?" the judge asked. The footlights were still on, making the cop a dark blob as he stood just behind them.
"It is. John, what are you doing here?"
"I never could resist the theater."
I decided right then that I liked him.
"I never liked the theater," the captain replied, "so why am I here?"
"Your officer over there was about to arrest that young man." He waved his arm in my direction. "And I got the feeling that he wasn't going quietly. I figured your man needed backup."
"From me?"
The judge smiled. "In my defense, I told him his captain. I didn't know it was you. Come on up."
"Would it have made a difference?" the top cop mumbled as he headed for the stairs at the side of the stage.
The big cop came up and took center stage. "You were making an arrest?" he asked the detective.
"I, um..."
"Obstruction of justice is the charge he mentioned," the judge said helpfully.
"You!" the big cop pointed at me. "Who are you?"
I stepped forward, wishing momentarily that my loving parents sitting a dozen rows away believed in fighting my battles. "Tony Sims, sir." The "sir" wasn't buttering up, it just kind of slipped out. The cop was just the kind of guy you naturally said "sir" to.
"And you're obstructing justice and refusing to be arrested?"
I swallowed unconsciously. "There's a difference of opinion as to whether it's obstructing justice, interfering with a police officer or just protecting a friend."
"Detective Mills is an officer of the law and..."
"Maybe," I interrupted.
"Maybe?"
"Detective Mills, if that's who he is, came up here and started giving orders, including that Miss Carter..." I indicated Darlene still sitting next to the judge. "Go with him. As far as I was concerned, he was a pervert trying to grab a cute girl. It was several minutes later before he flipped his wallet at me, which may or may not have a badge inside. My eyes ain't that quick."
"You little piece of shit," the detective growled. "I identified myself as soon as I walked on stage."
"I have witnesses," I offered.
"Your little punk friends will probably lie for you."
"We could go to the playback," Robbie suggested.
"Playback?" said several voices at once, including mine.
Robbie pointed at a video camera on a tripod in the wings. "I was taping our performance. When I saw Mr. Reed in the audience without Darlene's mom, I left it running." Robbie smiled as sweetly as any angel. "It will show that the detective never once identified himself by name or rank, and like Tony said, he flashed his wallet at us, but gave us no opportunity to examine any identification it may contain.
"Oh," Robbie added as if in afterthought. "Tony and I are both straight A students. The others are A and B students. We're all involved in athletics and other after-school activities, and when we sue the city of Seattle for the defamation this so-called officer has used about us, I doubt any jury is going to see us as punks."
Now the captain lost some of his color.
"And Tami may only be a punk kid, but she's got her own column in our local paper and has been reprinted half-a-dozen times in the Times.
The top cop shot a look at the judge, but I couldn't see that worthy's reaction. He turned toward the detective. "Detective, I'm usually in my office before eight. I'll expect you to be there waiting for me."
"I..."
"Leave! Now!" The detective exited stage left. Literally.
"Just a minute!" Reed exploded. "What about me? We were here to take her home." He pointed at Darlene.
"Barry, I think that's my cue," the judge said, standing and replacing the captain at center stage. I noticed the errant pajama leg had disappeared, which made his image more professional. I wondered if he'd been asleep when Robbie called or just reading in bed.
"I am Judge John Morgan of the King County Superior Court. Young lady," he said, looking directly at Darlene. "Is this what you want?" He held out the stack of papers Robbie had given him.
Darlene looked startled and glanced at Robbie. Robbie nodded. "Yes, sir."
The judge had caught the nod. "This is very serious. Your friends can't be making this decision for you."
"Robbie and Tony are more than friends, they're my..." she hesitated, searching for the right word. "My representation."
"They look a little young to have passed the bar."
"They may not have law degrees, but they have something better. Trust."
The judge nodded, seeming to accept that. "And this is what you want?"
"Yes, sir."
"What is this nonsense?" Reed exploded.
"This is a hearing on your stepdaughter's request for emancipation."
"You can't do that!"
"I can. And yell again and I will cite you for contempt of court. Captain Jackson likes to go to bed early, and we're keeping him up past his bedtime. I'm sure he'd love an excuse to put someone in jail."
I wondered if he could make it stick. An ad hoc hearing in a theater in the middle of the night?
"I..."
"However, sir, you are entitled to representation in these proceedings. Your daughter..."
"Stepdaughter," Robbie, Tami, Darlene and I all said together.
"Your stepdaughter has hers. We can postpone for you to get counsel."
"That's what I want," Reed said quickly.
"May I ask where the girl's mother is?"
"She stayed home to take care of the little kids."
The judge looked astonished. "This girl's mother didn't want to see her daughter perform in the finals of a state-wide play competition?"
"She had to take care of the little kids," Reed repeated.
"Her sisters didn't want to see her?"
"They, um..."
"Since the mother is the actual legal guardian, wouldn't it have made more sense for you to stay with the kids while she collected her daughter?"
"She... that is, I... I'll wait for my lawyer to continue."
"Good. That'll give me time to order family services to do a complete review of your home and family. In the meantime, I'll order Miss Carter into the custody of Mr. Tate. Mr. Tate, are you here? Are you willing to accept custody?"
"Yes, your honor, I am," Robbie's dad said from the foot of the stage. "For as long as necessary."
"Mr. Reed, if you will notify this court as soon as you've obtained legal representation and are ready for a series of home inspections."
"Mr. Morgan, I mean Judge Morgan, your honor, is that really necessary? My home is as well-run and loving as any."
"Mr. Reed, there are some serious charges in here about how the division of responsibilities and rewards is determined in your household. And I have to admit I am disturbed by the fact that you chose to come here to attempt to exert your authority over your stepdaughter and did not attempt it in your home county. And that, apparently, you considered this attempt more important than a mother seeing her daughter's moment of triumph."
"This is all ridiculous."
"If it's ridiculous, then I'm sure family services will issue a report commending your parenting style. So, we will table this petition until you notify me that you're ready for your inspections."
"Yes, sir." Reed turned and not quite stomped from the stage.
The judge fixed his gaze on Robbie. "Young lady, I'm guessing that you wrote this." It wasn't quite a question.
Robbie stepped forward. "Yes, sir. Me and Tami. That is, Tamerone Sharp."
The judge rifled through the papers slowly. "This is very well done. Concise and well worded. I've had petitions from experienced lawyers not as well written. If either of you decide on a career in law, I'll be happy to write recommendations."
"Judge, honey," Tami said in a drawl that would have done Robbie proud at her Tennessee best, "if I decide to become a lawyer, he'll divorce me, and we-all cain't even get marred for another yar-and-a-half." She'd pointed at me during this.
I grinned and shrugged. I didn't think it was the best time to explain where lawyers ranked in my universe.
Darlene rode with Tami and me in the mini-van back to the hotel. Mom still had my 'Stang. The others went with various parents.
"You look bummed," Tami said as they shared the front passenger seat.
"I guess I should be happy. I mean we've put it off another week or two," Darlene said in a voice that definitely wasn't happy.
"You should be dancing on the ceiling 'cause you've won." I said as I turned into the Hilton's parking structure.
"Won?"
"Yes, won."Your case won't come to a hearing until your step-dad wants to invite family services into his house. How soon do you think that will be?"
"But..."
"Your petition that Tami and Robbie worked so hard on will sit in a filing cabinet until you're eighteen, then get thrown away."
"But..."
"It was Robbie's plan B," Tami explained. "She figured Reed might try to get smart and grab you out of county. Her dad has a friend in juvenile court here in Seattle who told her to call Judge Morgan if that happened."
"It was a set-up?"
"Nope, but they knew how Morgan would react. If your step-dad had been smart, he would have asked for the hearing then and there. If he lost, and with Morgan, he probably would have, he could have easily appealed since King County doesn't have jurisdiction anyway."
"You mean I'm free?" Darlene asked in amazement.
"Nope. Better." I shut off the van and looked at her. "I mean you're a Tate."
Chapter 7
"Mom's mad at me," I said, tossing my cell phone on the unoccupied bed and shutting the door.
"What'd you do now?" Traci asked, dealing six cards to Robbie. I don't know why everyone doesn't want a little sister.
"Not sure." I looked over Robbie's shoulder at the cribbage board. She and Traci were just a few points apart about halfway through the game. Tami, Darlene, Mikee, and Kelly sat around the edges of the bed watching.
I sat down next to my phone. Mikee and Kelly had shown up a few minutes after Darlene, Robbie, Tami and I got back from the play. Their parents, like mine, were staying at the Holiday Inn instead of the Hilton. Traci wandered in a few minutes after that and told me that Mom wanted me to call. I'd grabbed my phone, then took a walk around the hotel a few times while I talked to her. "Is there a reason everyone is hanging out in my room?"
Tami gave me a sharp look. "Actually, it's my room. And unless you want to go sit by yourself in YOUR room, you'll be nice to my friends."
I nodded, though she'd turned back to the game and couldn't see me. "Where's Peter?" I asked to change the subject.
"He went with Mom and Dad to get something to eat," Mikee said. "We weren't hungry." Figuring I was in enough trouble, I ignored the pretzels in her hand.
Robbie cut the deck and Traci turned over an eight.
"Damn!" Robbie muttered.
I smiled to myself. "Let me guess. You discarded two perfectly harmless cards, but that eight made them valuable."
"How'd you know?" Robbie almost snarled.
"Who do you think taught her to play cribbage when he got tired of losing at Monopoly?" It was a rhetorical question, and no one answered me. "Traci always gets a good top card when it's her crib."
"I should have let you bury her in the woods when we were on our road trip," Robbie said, leading a six.
"Hey!" Traci complained. "I'm right here."
"Not for long." Robbie said. "Mikee, see if your brother is back. Maybe she'll go make out, and somebody else can win."
Mikee giggled but didn't move.
"So, why's your mom mad?" Tami asked.
"I think it's the Darlene situation."
"Hey!" Darlene whined. "It wasn't my fault."
"No, it's the situation, not you. Though if she met your step-daddy in a dark alley he'd leave with some bruises. I think she wanted to do a family dinner after the play. But since we didn't get out of there until almost midnight..."
"Oh," someone said while Robbie counted the cards in her hand and looked disgusted.
"Anyway, Trace, tomorrow you and I are doing the brunch thing with the parents. Ten-thirty sharp, and bad things will happen if we're so much as a minute late." Traci nodded as she counted her hand and moved her peg far in front of Robbie's. "Tami and Robbie, you are specifically invited, with the same dire warnings applied about lateness."
"My mom..."
"Is in the loop. I'm not sure if she's coming, but Mom said your mom and Robbie's dad knew all about it."
Tami nodded as Traci turned over her crib, three eights and a seven to go with her eight top card.
Robbie looked at the cards and stood. "I'm going to bed," she announced.
"But the game isn't over yet," Mikee said.
Robbie shook her head. "After she pegs all that she needs one point, and next hand, she counts first," she explained.
I grinned. Traci's luck could be annoying. "The rest of you weren't specifically invited, but weren't disinvited either, so feel free to come. And now..." I stood and moved over to the other bed, laying my hands gently on Tami's shoulders. "...I hope you take this in the spirit of friendship, love, and respect in which it's meant. Get out," I said to the rest of them.
* * *
"Your mom called," Tami said as I opened the bathroom door to let out some of the steam.
"Here?" I asked as I toweled dry.
"Yes, here." Tami said and giggled. "We're supposed to meet them at the restaurant, not here or their motel. I've got directions." When Mom told me she knew about Tami and me having sex, she'd said to keep being discreet. I wondered if her calling Tami's hotel room to leave me a message counted against that. Hell, I wondered if she'd even bothered to call my room first.
"I see you brought a friend," Tami said with a grin as I walked out of the bathroom. "Put it away. I'm not getting grounded 'cause you were late to brunch."
The clock said ten straight up. "But we..."
"No," she said in a tone that indicated that not only was the discussion closed, but anything I said could be used against me.
I shrugged, turned to my suitcase, and started pulling out clean clothes. Tami was on the room phone as I dressed. She hung up as I pulled on my second sock. "Any idea who all is coming?"
"That was Robbie. She and Darlene will be ready in a couple more minutes. I called Traci, too. Did you want to hear about a sleepy male voice in the background of her room?
"No!" I said emphatically as I tied on a shoe. "Is he coming?"
"Nope. Peter and his sisters are going to Olympia with their folks. They'll be home tomorrow."
I nodded and stood up.
"Were you going to put on pants, or were you planning to give my dad a thrill.?"
Tami stuck her tongue out. "I figure your mom gives your dad enough thrills."
I shuddered. "Not going there."
Tami grinned, stood, and started pulling on a pair of jeans over her candy cane panties. "You are so weirded out by that."
"I was thinking. Your dad's such a big guy, and your mom..."
Tami made a face. "Point taken." She fastened her jeans and sat down again to put on shoes. "Think our kids will be weirded out by us?"
I shrugged. "It's traditional."
"Except in those stories you used to read."
I grinned. "Yeah, in a lot of those it's traditional for a father to initiate his daughters into sex and a mother to do her sons."
"Hands on sex ed. I can't imagine a girl having sex with her father. Think anybody we know...?"
"Nah. Happens a lot more in fiction than in real life."
* * *
"What was the name of this place again?"
"The Ugly Duckling," Tami answered Darlene as I held the front door open for the four girls.
"Think they serve duck?" Robbie asked, holding open the inside door.
"Not for breakfast, I hope," I said as I followed the troop inside.
"I don't know how you could eat a cute little duck," Darlene said, running her hand through her hair. Between the wind and a light rain it looked a little disheveled. It had been perfect when we left the hotel.
"You eat cute little chickens," Traci pointed out.
"That's different," Darlene insisted.
"Don't worry," I said, laying my arm on her shoulders. "It's breakfast. I'm sure they have eggs and pancakes and stuff." Darlene looked relieved. "How do you feel about scrambled duck eggs?"
Darlene looked shocked. "They don't?"
I shrugged. Personally, I'd never heard of the place until Tami pulled into the parking lot.
"Don't pick on Darlene," Robbie said, flicking my arm off Darlene's shoulders and giving her a hug. "She's my new chicken coop cleaner."
"Chicken coop cleaner?" Darlene seemed surprised.
"You have to pay for room and board somehow."
I grinned and stepped up to the glass counter filled with ceramic and chocolate ducks. "Hi. We're meeting my parents for breakfast. Sims."
The waitress, a cute twenty-something in a starched pink uniform with a duck head emblem over her left breast, consulted a chart on a clipboard. "Sims. That's meeting room two." She picked up five oversized menus. "Right this way."
We followed her through a pretty standard dining room, except for duck paintings everywhere, to the far wall with four doors numbered one to four. The waitress opened number two and ushered us in.
It was a long paneled room with more duck pictures on the walls. Mom and Dad sat at the far end of a long table big enough for twenty or so. A couple of people I didn't know were sitting to my parents' right, opposite a Hispanic woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but her head was turned mostly away from me, talking to Mom.
Dad smiled at us, but before either of us could say anything I was tackled from the side by one of those alien creatures that suck the soul right out of you. The creature attached itself to my body, and it's soul sucking tentacle wormed into my mouth. I probably would have fallen on my butt, but Robbie braced me. Knowing Robbie, she'd done it instinctively. If she'd had time to think, she would have let me land on my ass.
It took a second to realize that the alien was actually a girl. And the tentacle a tongue, one that was actively dueling mine. It was another second before I realized it was... "Hailey!" I gasped, disengaging her and setting her on the ground.
"Hi, Cuz."
"What are...?" I couldn't finish the question because another bundle was in my arms.Red-headed this time. Cinnamon kissed me, but without a tongue. Cinnamon let go of me to hug Robbie. I could see Hailey hugging Traci, though not as actively. "I..." A third bundle interrupted me. Blonde this time. "Doctor Blondie," I said after a perfunctory kiss. Of course, after Hailey, anything short of a blowjob was perfunctory.
My mind was spinning. Cinnamon and Wynter should be in Colorado. Hailey should be in Hawaii. No, Oregon. No, Colorado with the other two. But they were here. Definitely here. My cock twitched, and I wished Tami and I had had more time after my shower. And Mom and Dad sitting with the three strangers. Three... Rosita.
What was Rosita doing here?
And Mom? What was Mom going to think about Hailey's greeting? Where were my hands when Hailey tackled me. God, I hope I hadn't grabbed her ass. Had I fondled her ass in front of my mother? I was never going to hear the end of it.
The strange man looked slightly annoyed. The woman, his wife, I guessed, had her hand covering a grin. Mom, Dad, and Rosita looked amused.
What the hell was going on?
Hailey, Cinnamon and Wynter had finished hugging all the girls. "Cousin Tony, Cousin Traci, ladies, these are my parents, Gerry and Viv," Hailey introduced. She noticed the confused look on my face, because she added, "Hey! Do I, like, need to explain which is which?"
"Hailey!" the strange man, Gerry, said sharply.
Hailey frowned at him. "Oh, cram it, Daddy! Tony's, like, so the family!"
"How...? Why...?" I stammered.
"The play," Tami said, seeming to be as stunned as I was.
"They came up to watch," Mom confirmed.
"Close your mouth, Sport. And come sit down." Dad hadn't called me Sport in a long time.
We sat, Cinnamon and Hailey on either side of me and Wynter across the table with Robbie and Tami on either side of her. Traci sat between Hailey's mom and Tami.
"Somebody stop the world. I'm ready to get off now," I said as Robbie passed out the menus the waitress had left on the end of the table.
"Your cousins came to watch the play," Dad said.
"It would have been nice if you'd actually invited us," Rosita said sternly. She held the stern look for several seconds, then laughed.
"But...?"
"Here we were, just moved to Oregon, only a few hundred miles away, and you didn't even tell us there was a play," Hailey's dad said, giving his hand a dramatic overhead flourish.
"But...?"
"We find new family and he ignores us," his wife added, stabbing an accusatory finger at me.
"But...?"
"Tony!" Robbie said sharply. I looked across the table at her. She took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. I took the hint and followed suit.
"Party pooper," Hailey mumbled.
"They all came to see the play," I said. It may not have been the most intelligent comment I could make, but I was still trying to catch up.
"I invited them and got them tickets."
I looked over at Robbie again. "You did?"
She nodded. "You and Tami were busy with gymnastics and other things." Her last two words were barely audible, but with the nod she gave me, I knew she was talking about worrying about her.
"I knew you'd forgotten that Gerry and Viv had just moved to Oregon, so I got their phone number from Cinnamon, called, and invited them. Then I invited Cinnamon's family for good measure."
"I invited Wynter since she's a cousin too," Cinnamon added.
"So you were all there last night," I said brightly.
"Right in the eighth row between us and Robbie's sister," Dad said. "We..."
"Sam was there?"
I grinned at Robbie. "I guess you weren't the only one with a surprise."
She stuck her tongue out.
Cinnamon's eyes had moved non-stop, observing everyone while we interrupted her. When she saw that we were finished, she continued. "Daddy was going to come, but Mrs. Rikorson is due in a few days and was having complications."
"Hey, it was either leave him or, like, leave Wynter. We so couldn't take both of the best obstetricans at the same time. It, like, so wouldn't be fair!" Hailey added.
Wynter smiled at the compliment. "He's worried about Mrs. Rikorson and an abruptio placentae. It's not life threatening, but has to be watched closely.
"And he wouldn't want you traveling without the best OB in Colorado," Traci said.
"What?" Rosita said startled.
I looked at Traci, then Rosita, then back at Trace.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Traci asked, a little embarrassed now.
"How did...? I'm not showing. I know I'm not."
I got up, stepped around Cinnamon and kissed Rosita on the cheek. "Congratulations."
"But how did she...?"
"Traci always knows," Mom said.
"A few dozen women have heard from Traci long before the rabbit died," Dad added.
"They don't use rabbits anymore," Traci giggled.
"They don't?" Dad seemed surprised. I guess it was a good thing he never gave me much of a sex talk.
"They never actually used rabbits much anyway, it was usually mice," Wynter explained.
"The mouse died. Doesn't sound right," Dad commented.
"Actually, the mouse or rabbit always died, independent of the test results." I recognized that Wynter was going into lecture mode. I just hoped there wouldn't be a test afterwards. "Well, almost always. They were testing for the effect of the human chorionic gonadotropin or hCG hormone produced by the embryo and the placenta on the animal's ovaries." I saw the look of concentration on Wynter's face and knew she was trying to make sure she pronounced everything right. I think she did, but what did I know?
"First blood or urine are subcutaneously injected into an immature test subject."
"Ewwww," Traci said, voicing my opinion too.
"Then the test animal had to be surgically examined to determine pregnancy by looking to see if the hCG induced ovulation, and it usually wasn't worth the time or expense to keep it alive."
"That's terrible," Darlene said.
"That's why back in the fifties they replaced it with the frog test."
"The frog died," Dad said making a face.
Wynter smiled. "They didn't have to kill the frog. If there was hCG, the frog would produce an egg within twenty-four hours. Since frog eggs gestate outside the body, it wasn't necessary to kill the frog. But now the test is entirely chemical, though both chemical and animal testing can give a false negative reading if performed too soon after fertilization."
Wynter smiled. It was the exact same smile that Mrs. Ustinov always had whenever I gave wrong answer in the fifth grade. Especially when I sounded sure of myself.
I glanced at Cinnamon. Her head was tilted slightly to one side and her unblinking eyes were fixed on Dad in that computronic way she had. She wore a smile of pride that I realized was for Wynter, her adopted sister, as she studied his reaction.
"Daddy, you said you got an A in sex ed," Traci accused.
Dad turned red. "I did, but they didn't teach us that," he mumbled. He was saved further embarrassment by Tami and Robbie coming round to hug Rosita. Traci followed with a glare at Dad. He'd given her a hard time over a C in health the first nine weeks, saying he'd gotten an A in sex ed when he took it.
"Are we ready to order?" A different waitress asked as she popped in.
After all the talk about injecting urine and frog ovaries, I wasn't sure I was hungry anymore.
While the ordering was going on--a process complicated by Hailey and Traci who kept changing their minds--I took the opportunity to check out Hailey's parents. Even sitting down I could tell her father, Gerry, was short, but I could see the resemblance to Hailey and Cinnamon in his face, and I'm not usually good at seeing family resemblances. I'd guess Viv was a couple inches taller, though it was hard to tell with them sitting down. I couldn't see much resemblance to Hailey in her face except they both had the same grey-green eyes.
The waitress left--probably to find a new job--and the talk turned back to the new baby. Or new fetus to be correct. I wouldn't want to start a new lecture by using the wrong term. My girls all wanted to talk about names, with Trace suggesting that Traci was the perfect name. I bit my tongue, deciding not to remind her of how many times she'd complained about the ordinariness of her name.
I exchanged a look with Dad that included Gerry. Females get way too excited about the simple perpetuating of the species.
"So, Tony, I understand you're responsible for what we saw last night?" Gerry said when the girls wound down.
"Actually, our friend Mikee, Michelle Temple--her sister played Crystal--is responsible. It was her idea. I just put the words on paper."
"Tony's being modest," Tami said.
"As usual," Robbie added.
"Mikee suggested it, then Tony wrote the whole thing in a night."
"Not the music," I corrected.
"Then he and Mikee worked on it in secret for weeks, until we found out we were back in the school's play contest," Tami continued as if I hadn't interrupted.
"And the rest is history," Robbie concluded.
"And very good history," Rosita said. "I couldn't believe how good it was."
"We've seen shows on Broadway that weren't that good," Viv said.
"Fancier staging maybe," Gerry added. "Fancier prices too."
"Thank you. But Robbie was the director. She made everything work."
"It turned out pretty good considering I got stuck with the writer's girlfriend and sister."
"Hey!" in stereo.
"So, are you going to, like, win?" Hailey asked from beside me. I ignored the hand on my thigh under the table.
I shrugged. "We have five plays to beat, and we've only seen one, so it's hard to know who's the best. Plus, you never know what the judges will like."
"It's out of our hands," Robbie added with a shrug of her own."Hey, you should so win," Hailey said. "You guys were, like, so the awesome!"
"Thanks."
Her hand had climbed almost to my crotch. I adjusted it down to my knee, then gave her knee a squeeze for good measure. From Cinnamon's smile next to me, I was pretty sure she knew what was happening beneath the table.
Two waitresses and a waiter brought the food and spent a good five minutes getting it organized. "I didn't order this," Traci complained. "Did I?" she asked, looking at Mom.
Mom nodded. Traci shrugged and took a bite of her Mexican omelet.
"I have trouble keeping track," Rosita said after a few minutes of eating. "Are you in school this week, or kicked out?"
'I never really liked Rosita,' I thought as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. 'But her food's good.'
"They've been here for the play all week, but I think the school will take him back on Monday," Mom said with a grin.
"Unless there's something he hasn't told us," Dad added. "See if I ever make his Porsche payment again."
"I am a student in good standing. In fact..." I could see Robbie's stare just daring me to say I was number one. "I was one of the two top students last nine weeks." I grinned at Robbie.
"He usually only gets suspended once a year. Since he's already done that this year, we're hoping he's done," Mom said.
I never liked that woman.
"But he usually gets suspended in the spring, so he's still due," Traci added.
My whole family.
"Hey! Daddy says you're so the bad influence. Mom, like, thinks it's so the cool that you didn't just take everything Parker gave you," Hailey said.
The looks on their faces said they hadn't meant to make that public.
"I didn't say he was a bad influence. I said you don't need any more bad influences," Hailey's father clarified.
"And I said... Oh, the heck with it. I gave most of my teachers hell, but I never got one fired."
"Neither did Tony. He got Parker suspended. Then Parker quit rather than face a hearing," Tami explained.
"So what happened exactly?" Hailey's mother asked, leaning forward. "You told Cinnamon some of it on the phone, but she said you were tight with the details."
"I was trying not to be a bad influence."
"Too late." From the smiles, everyone at the table had chimed in.
So I rehashed football season with a lot of help--if you can call it that--from my girls.
"How did... um... Luke?" Wynter looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. "Luke turn out? Did he stay clean?"
"He did. At least all through the season when he was getting tested every week. And I think he's going to stay that way. I owe you big time."
Wynter grinned.
"No, Luke owes you big time," Robbie clarified. "We're pretty sure he's getting at least two offers. And that's just Pac Ten."
"What about the other one, Mike, her brother," Gerry asked, nodding toward Darlene.
"Stepbrother," five voices said at once.
"I know Mike's getting an offer from Coach Branson at OSU. A lot of schools were looking. I don't know if his broken arm scared them off or not."
"Probably not," Darlene said bitterly. "Mike'll play college ball, then go to the pros and never work a day in his life."
"Hey!" Robbie said quickly. "Football's work."
"You know what I mean."
Robbie and I nodded.
"So with the step-putz gone, who's going to be the quarterback?" Rosita asked.
"He is." "She is." Robbie and I said together.
I grinned at her. "It'll be up to whoever coaches next year. I think it works good when we split it. The different styles keep the other side guessing."
"And you'll win the big trophy next year?" Viv asked.
"Yes!" Robbie said definitely before I could answer.
"In the words of Mr. T or Mr. R or Mr. S or something, 'I pity the poor fool who gets in her way'."
"Mr. T," Dad offered with a shake of his head. "Personally I think he watches way too much television."
"You can always get Darlene and her friends to try what my Voxy Lady did," Gerry said.
"Germy!" She protested with a smile.
Voxy Lady? Germy? I like these people.
"What did she do?" Traci wanted to know.
Germy, Gerry grinned. Viv, the Voxy Lady grinned. "I was a cheerleader. During playoffs, me and the other cheerleaders flashed our tits at the other team's quarterback a few times."
"And whose idea was it," Gerry prompted.
"You are so sleeping on the couch when we get home," she said without spite and answered the question, in my mind at least.
"You were a cheerleader?" Darlene asked, amazed. "You, uh, don't seem the type."
Hailey grinned. Under the table, her hand slid up to my crotch again. "Mom tried out just to, like, tweak Maryanne Simmons."
I moved her hand down to safer territory.
Viv nodded. "Maryanne was a super prep who always got on my last nerve. There were three openings on the squad my junior year, and Maryanne was so sure that she and her two clones were going to get them. I tried out just to spite her and made it. Then I surprised myself by liking it."
"Did Maryanne make the squad?" I asked.
"No." Viv looked very satisfied. "Neither did her wannabes."
"And you really flashed the other team?" Darlene asked. I knew how she felt. Sometimes it was hard to believe that parents had lives.
"And got suspended for it," Gerry said.
I looked at Mom. "So I guess suspensions run in the family."
"Not any more."
"But we won the playoff game," Viv added.
"So it was worth it?" Robbie asked.
Viv hesitated, looking at her daughter, then Cinnamon. "Yes," she said definitely.
"Did you go to school with her?" Tami asked, looking at Gerry.
"Only the last four months. I missed football season, but they were still talking about it when I transferred."
"Grandma Millie, like, didn't believe in public schools," Hailey said. Then added pompously, "She was like so only the best for her baby boy".
Gerry tried to look stern, something he didn't do well. "Be careful young lady or there's a Swiss boarding school with your name on it."
Hailey grinned. "Hey! So the cool! I know how to ski now. Think I'll, like, last longer than you did?"
Viv giggled. "Gerry got tossed out of five schools before he came to Bayside."
"On purpose," he qualified. "I didn't like being an elitist."
"Un huh," Hailey and Viv agreed, nodding their heads, but the looks on their faces spreading some doubt.
"How come you got tossed out of school?" Traci asked. "You must be pretty smart. You've already got a masters in marine biology. And now you're working on your doctorate."
Hailey and her mom shared a look, then both started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Traci demanded.
"Daddy, like, almost didn't get his masters," Hailey said, still laughing.
"He almost got thrown out of the program at OIMB several times," her mom added. "He'd party all night and sleep through class time. And a few practical jokes backfired. Germy only got his degree because Professor Hoover liked him, saying he'd never seen a student with such a grasp of marine ecology." She smiled at Wynter. "Somewhat like the natural grasp some people have of medicine. Germy's the first one Hoover called when he got the funding for that Antarctic expedition, and Hoover is the reason he's now pursuing his doctorate. Hoover's his advisor, too."
"So, I've got my son, who's already got a habit of getting kicked out of school once a year, hanging out with a woman who was suspended for flashing a football game and a man who's been thrown out of five schools and almost out of his masters program." Dad looked at Mom. "Honey, this family reunion may not have been one of our best ideas."
Mom smiled. "I think OIMB's graduate school has more to worry about Tony rubbing off on Gerry. Tony stopped being impressionable years ago."
I looked across at Robbie. "I'm not sure whether I should be insulted or proud."
"They're parents. Both."
I looked out the window behind my parents. The rain had stopped, and the wind had died down. "I think I'll take a walk to settle my breakfast. Who's up for it?"
Tami and the cousins volunteered. Wynter was listening to the adults dissect the war, and Traci, Darlene and Robbie just looked too comfortable.
"Hey, I so wish I could see your school," Hailey said as we walked around the block. My arm was around Tami and my hand and hers in their accustomed places in back pockets. Hailey walked next to me, and Cinnamon on the other side of Tami.
"I do too. Maybe you can visit next summer." Right after I arrange to send every male in the county between twelve and eighteen to camp. Wait. We're talking Hailey. Everybody in the county between ten and twenty.
Cinnamon looked thoughtful.
"We're hoping to do another road trip this summer," Tami said. "And we'll definitely want to come see you."
"We could come along," Hailey volunteered.
"Sorry, I'm not licensed to drive a school bus."
"School bus?" Hailey looked at me strangely.
"School bus. Me and Tami, Robbie and Darlene, Mikee and Kelly, and Traci. That makes seven. Traci's gonna wanna bring Peter. And last year Tami wanted to add Ashley but she had other plans. That's nine. Then you two, and if you come, we'll have Wynter too. Wynter'll bring Jimmy. Then you'll probably want to add what's his name, the kid with the weird name, for Cinnamon, and that's fourteen. You'll want to bring along at least one for yourself, so we're up to fifteen, minimum. Plus sleeping bags, tents and everything else. We're definitely talking school bus."
"I could get you one," Cinnamon volunteered.
"That I don't doubt."
Cinnamon smiled. "I was thinking..."
Why do alarm bells go off in my head when my red-headed cousin says those three little words? I glanced at Cinnamon out of the corner of my eye.She was smiling as if she knew exactly about the alarms in my head.
"Yes...?" I prompted reluctantly.
"We could go home with you, check out your trailer park and school, then fly out of Wenatchee at six ten Monday afternoon." Why wasn't I surprised that Cinnamon knew Wenatchee was the closest commercial airport? Or that she knew the flight schedules? "I don't have anything important on Monday, and neither does Cuz."
The alarm bells turned into air raid warning sirens.
"You know Hailey's school schedule?" Tami asked surprised.
"Somebody has to."
"Hey!" Hailey protested.
"I'm not... not sure that would be a good idea," I said. "You've already missed a day of school. Even if nothing important is happening, you shouldn't miss another."
Cinnamon stopped walking. I turned and looked at her. She put her fists on her hips. "Listen here, Mister One-of-the-Two-Top-Students. You're not the only one who does good at school."
"I..."
"And I'd bet my boat that you were number one and Robbie number two and you were trying not to hurt her feelings."
"And Cuz, like, really likes her boat," Hailey added.
I hesitated. "I wasn't trying to save Robbie's feelings. It's just that Monster Girl could teach the Mafia a thing or two about vendetta, and I try not to get on her bad side. Not too far on her bad side anyway."
"If you don't want us to come, just say so." Cinnamon glared at me, daring me to say so.
"I..." None of the sitcom families I'd watched ever had to deal with pissed off red-headed nymphomaniac cousins. Why did I? "It's just..."
Tami's hand squeezed my butt through my jeans "Tony's just trying to protect you," she said with a smile. "He knows I've become a jealous bitch lately, and if one of you tried to sleep with him you'd need an emergency hair transplant."
'She knows!' I thought. I'd thought she might but hadn't been sure, then I remembered that she'd said seven when talking about my conquests.
"Huh? But, like, last summer you so let..." Hailey sputtered.
"That was then." Tami disengaged herself from me and faced Hailey. "This is now!"
"One more thing," I said, turning to face Hailey myself. "Traci has a boyfriend, an innocent kid named Peter. You do more than kiss him on the cheek and I'll spank."
Hailey's eyes sparkled. "Kink..."
"It WON'T be an erotic experience, but it will be a painful one."
"Hey! Why's everyone, like, looking at me?" Hailey protested innocently.
"Because you're the oldest. We figure you can keep Cinnamon in line."
Behind me it sounded like Cinnamon was choking."I invited the girls to come visit us," I announced. "They can fly home Monday afternoon out of Wenatchee." I'd checked the schedule at the airport on my phone while Cinnamon was busy wrapping her daddy around her fingers. I wasn't too surprised to find Cinnamon was right. "Wynter can come, and so can Cinny..." I mentally crossed my fingers that Rosita wouldn't rat me out about the all-or-nothing condition. "But if Hailey can't, that's okay. She's kind of annoying."
From the corner of my eye, I enjoyed the look on Hailey's face, but since my hand was planted on my knee, and NOT hers, she kept her mouth shut.
"Tony!" Traci and Dad said together. Robbie looked amused.
"She's your cousin too. And she's perfectly welcome," Dad added.
Gerry and Viv looked startled, both from the invitation and my attitude.
"But, Dad..."
"Tony, I'm surprised at you."
"It's just..." I paused and let my eyes wander the room before settling back on Dad. "She's failing history, and Tami volunteered me to tutor her."
Tami looked surprised. "She's your cousin," she said quickly.
"You tutored that Allie girl for a week," Dad reminded me. "You didn't seem to mind that."
"But Allie was a girl. Hailey's family."
Tami's right eyebrow raised as she suppressed a smile.
Dad set both hands on the table. "It's settled. When Hailey comes, you're going to tutor her all she needs."
I dropped my eyes, suppressing my own smile. "Yes, sir."
I looked back up at Hailey's bemused parents. "I'm sorry if I didn't seem like I wanted to help Hailey. It's just between football and the play and everything, I don't get to spend as much time with Tami as I want. I was being selfish."
"It's okay, Tony. We understand. It's just..." Viv started, then she and her husband exchanged looks.
"She's studying Israel. You think you could help her?" Gerry said.
"Tony really admires the Israelis," Robbie said. "When we were studying the Yom Kipper War, the teacher asked for a five-page paper and Tony gave him almost fifty."
"How many did you give him?" Cinnamon asked.
"Thirty, but I'm more concise."
I stuck my tongue out at her.
She grinned. "He thinks the solution to the Middle East is to stop holding them back."
"He may be right," Gerry agreed. Then he and Viv exchanged another look. They seemed to pass a lot of information back and forth without words.
I watched Hailey from the corner of my eye. I could tell she was waiting for my hand on her knee so she could speak.
Gerry and Viv looked back at us. "Okay, you can go," Gerry said.
I put my hand on her knee and squeezed my fingers, then took it away. Hailey took the hint. "Thank you," she said simply.
"But fail history and you'll be able to vote before you go anywhere again," her mom added.
Without my hand, Hailey just nodded.
That's when it really got complicated. Mom came back in, handed Wynter her phone, and started worrying about where everyone would sleep. Her first plan was Cinnamon in Traci's bed, Hailey in mine, and Wynter parked with Tami while Traci slept on the couch and I got the living room floor.
Robbie offered her big house, but I knew Mom would want family closer.
It was finally decided that Cinnamon and Hailey could share my bed and Wynter and Traci could share hers. At least I got off the floor.
I watched Dad dropping a pair of twenties on the table and grinned. He and I figured that any waitress who put up with Traci's ordering style deserved an extra five percent. Since Hailey had been just as bad, he must have doubled it.
I picked up my jacket and headed for the door. Most of the others were in the lobby while Mom paid the bill. Viv fell in step with me.
"Did we just get played?" she asked quietly.
"Played?" I said innocently.
Viv nodded as if she'd just satisfied herself about something. "Remind me to tell Mitch not to let you spend too much time with Cinnamon. I'm not sure the rest of the world can handle it."
I grinned and opened the door for her.
"Cousin Viv, you may be right."
Chapter 9
We got to the theater just before one. Luke Reese and Ricky Calloway were already busy tearing down our sets. Ricky looked at our group in amazement. "It's bad enough you travel with your own little harem, but I see you've added a new blonde, brunette, and a redhead."
I grinned. "They say variety is the spice of life."
Tami cuffed the back of my head as Robbie punched me in the arm. "Guys, these are Tony and Traci's cousins from Colorado and Hawaii," Tami said, then continued with individual introductions.
After she finished, we all pitched in. I was a little surprised at how helpful Hailey was. I'd kind of expected her to stand around and just hit on Luke or Ricky. Or both.
Or maybe Robbie. I didn't think they'd connected during the road trip, but I wasn't sure. Robbie wasn't seeing anybody right now. I think she and Luke fooled around a little just for fun since his last girlfriend had dumped him just in time for Christmas. Maybe she and Hailey would be good for each other.
An image of Robbie and Traci flashed through my head, and I wondered if they still... I told myself firmly that it wasn't any of my business, but business or not, I decided that Traci and Hailey would always have a chaperone.
Breaking down the sets and getting them loaded in the rental truck went quickly. Wynter, to nobody's surprise, turned out to be a wiz at n-space geometry--the art that only females practiced of getting a larger volume of stuff into a space smaller than ordinary physics allowed.
About three there was an explosive, "WHITNEY GWYNETH, YOU'RE OUT OF LINE!" from backstage. I looked around and noticed that both Luke and Ricky were among the missing, though they could be out at the truck. I decided that unless there was blood or police involved, I didn't want to know.
Half-an-hour later, everything was packed. The same truck that barely had space for everything coming over now had room to spare. We stood in the center of the stage, looking out at the rows of empty seats, reluctant to leave. The cousins stood in the wings, giving us our space.
"I wasn't too big a bitch, was I?"
I hugged Robbie. "Madame director, you were just right. Any less and Trace would have forgotten half her lines."
"I'm right here."
"She can't even remember a few simple things like Hamlet's soliloquy, the Gettysburg Address and the Declaration of Independence."
Traci glared. "And you can?"
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal..."
"Okay, okay. Why couldn't I have a dumb brother like Jenny?" Jenny's brother Doug was in my class. He wasn't dumb exactly. He just didn't care about anything but getting high.
"Ask him if he knows King's I Have a Dream or Kennedy's Inaugural," Robbie stage whispered to Traci. Meaning she knew them word-for-word. Traci looked disgusted and stomped over to the cousins.
"It was fun," Darlene said, hugging Robbie.
"And we put on one hell of a show," Tami said in agreement.
"And since we can never top this, we can take next year off," I suggested. The look I got back from Robbie said that not only was I writing another play, but it was to be typed, proofed, copied, and collated by August.
"Guys," I said, looking at Ricky and Luke, "we couldn't have done it without you." I held out my hand.
"That's a fact," Luke agreed, shaking it.
"We just did it for the money," Ricky added, slapping me on the back.
"You maybe," I said, giving him a soft punch in the gut. "But Luke has more class." I slapped Luke on the back. "He did it for the girls." Luke turned red. I had a feeling that he and Darlene were almost an item.
I noticed that Ricky kept glancing at my favorite wahini, then at me. While I'd never passed my mind reading test, I'd be willing to bet he was thinking about offering to ease the burden on the minivan by taking a passenger in the truck. I'd even be willing to bet which one. I wondered if I'd need to remind him that he'd lasted four months with Cassie Wheeler, at least so far, a record for both of them.
Figuring it was time to go, I waved Traci and the cousins over.
As they walked over, Hailey's face lit up and she was suddenly back in my face again. "Hey! Like, I almost forgot. Suzie sent you a gift."
"Suzie? A gift?"
"Yeah. Hey, she was so the grateful for the tape." She attached herself to me again.
As her mouth closed on mine, I had to admire the suction power she developed. Maybe I should alert the Eureka people. Or would the Hoover Company pay more? Her tongue wormed into my mouth, and I had trouble remembering why this wasn't a good idea. Cinnamon had to help pull her loose.
"Hailey!" I sputtered. "That wasn't my idea, it was Robbie's!"
Hailey turned around and grinned at Robbie. "Yeah?"
"That's okay," said Robbie, her eyes dancing with humor. "I'll collect mine from Tony later."
I think I was the only one who heard the soft, "Shit! I never get to have any fun."
The ride home was crowded. With one sister, three cousins, a girlfriend, a cheerleader and a quarterback in the van with me, we had to take turns inhaling. Hailey behaved, though probably only because the steering wheel would have been in her way.
We got back to town just before six and dropped Darlene and Robbie, then took a tour of the town. It was supposed to be a quick tour, but I think I put more miles on the van in town than between Seattle and here. Tami and Traci kept calling out landmarks to show the cousins, but the landmarks they selected always seemed to be across town from wherever we were.
"It's about time," Mom said when we walked in the door after seven. From the look Dad passed me, Mom had been worrying.I gave her a hug. "I don't think I forgot how to drive safely just because I had cousins in the car."
"No. It's just..."
I hugged her again. "You know I'm a safe driver."
"I know, but..."
"Want to compare traffic tickets?" I asked with a grin. "We could go lifetime, the last year, the last three months, or just the weekend."
Mom blushed. She'd gotten a ticket on the way to Seattle. She averaged three or four a year. "That's not the point," she protested.
"And the point would be?"
Mom looked exasperated.
Dad laughed. "Give it up. You haven't won an argument with him since we moved from California."
"You're a lot of help," she accused.
Dad smiled. "I'm not getting in this. I haven't won an argument since he hit double digits."
Mom looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head, then smiled and looked at me. "Go ahead and show them around the trailer. I've picked up Traci's room, so they should be safe if they've had their shots."
"It wasn't that bad," Traci whined.
Mom stared at her. "Do you really want to discuss it now? You, I win arguments with."
I led the cousins toward the back while behind us, Traci muttered something about life, brothers, and fairness.
* * *
When we got back to the front of the house, Mom was in the process of grilling some ham and cheese sandwiches. I gave her a quick hug since she'd picked up my room too and made my bed. I'm not as big a slob as Traci, but I'm not one of those "a-place-for-everything-and-everything-in-its-place" kind of guys, either.
We settled down to eat, Traci and the cousins at the table, Tami sitting across my lap on the sofa, and Mom sitting across Dad's lap in his chair. I wondered for the millionth time if they'd ever learn to act their age, then decided to give them a break 'cause I knew Tami and I would be just as bad and just as embarrassing to our kids someday.
"Tony, didn't you study tax law in one of your classes this year?" Dad asked with a suspicious smile.
"Well, I haven't passed the bar or anything, but yeah."
"I was just wondering...." Everyone was watching him now. "Since Tami takes at least half her meals here, can we claim her on our taxes?"
Tami turned a delicious shade of red.
"I think she has to sleep here too. But in the spirit of saving you money on your taxes, I'm willing to share my room." I ignored Tami's elbow in my stomach as I grinned back at him.
"See what you started," Mom said, pretending to be angry. If I wasn't sleeping on the couch tonight, he might be, and the couch is lumpy.
Traci was whispering back and forth with the cousins. I had a feeling they were hearing all about the day that Traci tried to be a good sister and talked Mom into buying me a laser printer.
* * *
Traci and Tami did the dishes while Mom and Dad decided to take a drive. I stepped behind Hailey, slipped my arms around her stomach, and nibbled on her neck. "Let's you and me find someplace more private," I whispered.
Hailey's face lit up. She glanced at Tami's back, then nodded. I took Hailey's hand, winked at Cinnamon and Wynter, and led my cousin toward my bedroom.
I shut the door and smiled at her. Hailey grinned and shed her t-shirt in a quick and well-practiced move. She wasn't wearing a bra, but then, she really didn't need it.
"I've been waiting for this," I whispered, giving her body a quick inspection.
Hailey was still grinning. "Hey! I, like, so didn't think we'd get to..."
I pointed at my desk chair. "Sit."
Hailey's head cocked slightly. "Not on the bed?"
I stepped to her, leaned down, and kissed the top of her left breast. "Sit," I repeated.
Hailey sat.
"This is going to be so good," I whispered seductively.
Hailey nodded, looking expectant.
"Hailey..."
"Yes..."
"How was the state of Israel created?" I whispered, still trying to sound seductive.
"What?" she exploded. From the living room, I heard laughter.
"How did Israel come to be?" I asked in my normal voice.
"But, I thought, like, we..."
"We are. We're going to study."
"But... But it's Saturday night."
"Your point?" I asked.
"Hey! Like, nobody studies on a Saturday night. Nobody cool."
Considering the number of Saturdays I studied or wrote papers, I should be offended by that. "Tell you what. I was planning on spending two hours tonight..."
"Two hours," she groaned.
I nodded. "But I'll make you a deal. We'll call Robbie. You're not going to tell me she's not cool. If she's studying right now, then we'll work for three hours. If she's not, I know where some good parties are."
Hailey perked up at the word "party," then looked at me suspiciously. "No way! You, like, already called her," she accused.
"Nope. Haven't talked to her since we dropped her off. And she didn't say what she was going to do either."
"We could, like, do this tomorrow," Hailey suggested.
I smiled sadistically. "We will."
Hailey pouted.
"So what's it going to be? Two hours, or do you want to see what's behind door number one?"
"Two hours," Hailey moaned finally.
"If it makes you comfortable, you can leave your shirt off," I offered.
Hailey's mouth opened, then closed. She stood and skinned out of her jeans and panties just as quickly as she'd shed her t-shirt. "I so hope you, like, have a hard on the whole time, pickledick."
"I will. Now about the creation of Israel...?"
Hailey sighed. "Israel was, like, created by the United Nations just after World War II. Is Robbie, like, really studying on a Saturday night?"
I wondered which would bug her more, not knowing or finding out she could have gone to a party. "My phone's right there." I pointed to my night stand. "Call her. She's speed dial two," I added as Hailey picked up the phone. I sat back and listened to Hailey's side of the conversation.
"She's studying," Hailey said after she hung up. "On a Saturday night."
I shrugged. "Now, did the head wizard of the United Nations just wave a magic wand and create a country that wasn't there before?"
"No. But there was, like, something about the British, and the Arabs and the bible and... Hey! I thought they, like, weren't supposed to teach the bible in school?"
Ah, life in the politically correct twenty-first century. "It's confusing, but you need to understand that the bible is two things: a religious document and a historical one. Your teachers can't say 'This is the bible, the one true word of God. You have to believe.' But they also can't say, 'This is a pack of lies, you can't believe.'
"But the bible is also a historical document that has influenced events throughout history. Both the Jewish old testament and the Christian new. In this case, the Jews believe that God told Moses to lead their people to the Promised Land, The Holy Land. They believe that this land is rightfully theirs. One of my history teachers pointed out that Moses spent forty years leading his people to the only spot in the Middle East that doesn't have any oil."
"So, like, where do the British come in?" Hailey asked.
"The Jews lived all over the world. In the late eighteen hundreds, many started emigrating to the land of Israel to escape persecution. In World War I, the British took over the territory and encouraged Jewish settlement, but the Arabs who were already there didn't like it. The British got caught in the middle."
"Like, when two of your friends are arguing and whatever you say, one of them, like, so thinks you're taking the other's side."
"Exactly," I said with a smile. "Except the in this case, the friends are also trying to kill each other."
"So, like, the British gave up?"
"I'm sure the British would have a more diplomatic way of putting it, but yes. The United Nations had been formed in 1945, right after the war. The British pretty much put the whole thing in their lap."
"So, like, what went wrong?"
"In nineteen forty-seven, the U.N. decided to split the area into two countries. One Arab and one Jewish, with Jerusalem, which was holy to both of them, a neutral city."
"Like parents do with arguing kids. Send each to their room, but the bathroom is, like, neutral."
I grinned. "You're smarter than you look."
Hailey smiled, then glared as she realized the full meaning of what I said. "HEY!"
"I mean you look too sexy to be smart."
She smiled again.
"But in this case, the Arabs wanted both rooms."
"That was, like, nineteen forty-seven?"
I nodded.
"Like, almost sixty years ago?"
I shrugged. "Nobody ever said the human race was logical. Or wasn't stubborn. I think the big problem is Israel keeps winning. The Arabs attack with overwhelming odds and the Israelis beat them. Then their pride is hurt. So they try again, and again, and again. But back to nineteen forty-seven. In your words, how did Israel begin?"
Hailey crinkled her brow in concentration. "The Jews were, like, getting so pushed around and they..."
* * *
It was two-and-a-half hours later when we came out, Hailey dressed again. I looked at Cinnamon and Wynter, who were playing partners cribbage with Traci and Tami. "There's no way she's getting a B minus," I said with a sigh.
"But..." Wynter started.
I grinned. "She is so, like, gonna ace this thing."
Chapter 10
"Stop drooling!"
I came back to reality. "I wasn't drooling."
Tami and her mother looked knowingly at each other.
"I wasn't... I was just imagining... I mean..."
"Tony, my future son-in-law, have you ever heard the expression 'quit while you're behind'?"
I decided I had a very wise future mother-in-law and nodded. Tami looked satisfied.
"She was real excited, though naturally her father had trouble deciding between pride and paternalism."
Tami shook her head in awe."It's hard to believe. A quarter-of-a-million."
Tami's mom had ridden to Seattle with Robbie's dad, then come back today with her dad and sister. Samantha had flown into Seattle from Brazil, where she'd just finished a photo shoot. On the way back, Samantha had told them that she'd been googled just over two hundred and fifty thousand times last year. I could understand her dad's confusion, whether to be proud of his little girl or mad at all the perverts who'd wanted to look at her in swimsuits and lingerie.
"How many of those were yours?" Tami accused.
"I, um..."
Her mom laughed. "Quit picking on him. He's had a long day." I decided that I needed to get her something real nice for Mother's Day. Do they have a Mothers-in-Law Day?"
"Tami, Samantha may be beautiful and sexy, but you have something she'll never have."
"Don't forget rich," Tami added. "What?"
"Me."
"I wonder if I can trade him in on beautiful, sexy and rich," Tami asked her mother.
"Tami, my little muttonchop, you're already beautiful and sexy. And by the time you get your third or fourth Pulitzer, you'll be rich enough to support me in the style to which I want to become accustomed."
"My little muttonchop?" her mom asked with a laugh.
"He's been working on pet names. It's that, or my little jackalope."
"He needs to work harder. But now, it's time to kick you out 'cause you're not the only one who's had a long day." I'd walked Tami over from my house. It was after midnight.
I bowed, gave Tami a quick kiss, and opened the door.
"Oh, before I forget," Tami's mom said as I stepped outside. "Samantha also said she's going to be doing a USO show in March. Turkey, Iraq, and Afghanistan. Her dad's not real happy about it."
"I can understand that," Tami said. "But is he more worried about insurgents with guns or fifty thousand leering soldiers?"
"Both," I said. "I wonder if she has a talent. I mean, besides..."
"Good night, Tony," they said together.
* * *
I was dreaming.
I knew it was a dream. I usually know, but who cares.
It was spring. Baseball season. Fans were in the stands, the team was tossing the ball around, but I was lying on the grass between shortstop and the pitcher's mound, my hands behind my head looking up at three clouds as they played tag in an almost painfully blue sky. I was naked, my flag pole at attention and receiving a slurpy salute from Tami's tongue. Darlene, Allie, Mikee and Paula were in their cheerleader uniforms working the fans into a frenzy of applause for Tami's technique.
Now this was my kind of dream.
Tami's mouth had engulfed my rod and was working up and down, her tongue doing something different that felt incredible. It was a whole different technique.
The fans and cheerleaders went quiet as a Lake baseball player stepped into the batter's box. The pitcher wound up. I admired his form even as Tami's tongue tried to squeeze into my pisshole.
The cheerleaders started a chant, "Hey, battah, battah, battah..."
The pitcher brought his arm back, then over the top and fired. I saw the snap of his wrist, a curve ball. The ball rocketed toward the Lake batter, then trailed down and out...
"Battah, battah, SWING!"
The Lake batter swung. I heard the crack of contact between the aluminum bat and the ball. The ball shot forward, straight at...
I woke with a sharp exhale. Leave it to Lake to spoil everything. I lay on the sofa, not bothering to open my eyes, remembering the dream. I could still feel Tami's mouth surrounding my cock. I COULD STILL FEEL TAMI'S MOUTH SURROUNDING MY COCK!
My eyes snapped open.
"Hailey!" I said in a whispered shout, or a shouted whisper.
Hailey knelt next to the sofa, her mouth moving up and down my twelve inch shaft. Actually it was probably closer to six. I hadn't measured it in a long time. I'd decided that it was going to be what it was going to be. Besides, it made Tami happy, and it made me happy, so what more did you need?
"Hiacss." Which I think translated into "Hi Cuz." I was amazed that she could talk with her mouth full and her tongue in hyper-drive. I guess she'd had a lot of practice.
I really wanted to tell her to stop, but apparently when the little head sucks all the blood out of the big head, it takes the connection to the vocal cords with it. Hailey's tongue felt good. Really really good. I couldn't define it, but something she was doing was better than it's ever been before. I felt myself building to an explosion, it just felt so fucking good.
There must have been three or four drops of blood left in the rest of my body, 'cause that's when my big head took over again.
I put my hand on her forehead and pushed gently backward. Hailey looked confused as she sat back on her heels.
"Ahem," Cinnamon cleared her throat from the doorway. I looked from her, to Hailey, to my rigid shaft.
For once life wasn't complicated. "Control her," I said softly, then rolled onto my side away from Hailey and pulled the blanket up over me, not bothering for the moment to pull up my shorts and underwear.
"Hey! It was just a blowjob," Hailey said softly. Cinnamon said something that I didn't catch.
"I was just, like, trying to say thank you," There was a little whine in her voice now. If Cinnamon answered, I didn't hear it. As Hailey got up and walked away, I slipped into sleep.
This time without dreams.
* * *
I woke about eight, and from the silence in the house, I was the first. I threw back the blanket, surprised for a second that my shorts were around my ankles and my underwear around my knees. Then I remembered last night. I adjusted them, got up, and walked toward the back.
My door was ajar, and inside I heard the rhythmic breathing of the two girls. I slipped in and got clean clothes. The two girls were nestled together, with Hailey's head in the space between Cinnamon's head and shoulder, almost like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle.
I slipped out and took a quick shower, even remembering to lock the door. After I dressed, I put my bedding away, grabbed a coat and stepped outside.
It was... pristine.
It had started snowing sometime in the night, and a blanket of white covered everything. The trailer park must be taking the day off, 'cause there wasn't a footprint or tireprint anywhere.
It was still snowing lightly. The air was brisk but not too cold, maybe mid-twenties. I grinned and stepped off the porch to make my mark on the world.
On my third orbit of the park, Tami joined me. Without a word she fell into step, her arm went around me, and her hand slipped into my back pocket. We walked without talking, just enjoying the nearness of each other, the snow, the quiet of the world.
After four circuits, Tami kissed me lightly on the cheek and peeled off back into her house for breakfast with her mom. Not a single word had passed between us.
* * *
I came in and stomped the snow off my feet before hanging up my jacket.
"How's Tami this morning?" Mom called from the kitchen.
"Quiet." Cinnamon and Hailey were sitting at the dining room table watching Dad fuss with the coffee maker and Mom inventory the pantry. Wynter and Traci sat on the sofa talking. I walked around and gave all the girls, even Traci, a hug.
I took a seat across the table from the girls just as Dad's stomach gurgled.
Cinnamon looked at me and whispered, "It's scary when they start making the same noises as their coffee makers."
I grinned and nodded.
"Can I talk to you?" She indicated the back with a nod of her head. I nodded again, stood, and led her to my bedroom.
"I..."
"No," I said, cutting her off.
"No?"
"It's not your discussion."
"I was just going to say..."
"No." I repeated. "Hailey's a big girl, and in case you haven't noticed, she's older than you. She can deal with her own mistakes. If she even realizes she made one."
"She does. She..."
I cocked my head and stared and Cinnamon stopped. "If Hailey wants to talk to me, I'll talk," I said after a few seconds. "If she wants to pretend it never happened, I'm good with that too."
Cinnamon gave me that dissecting stare of hers as she studied me. I worked on my breathing. In, two three. Out, two, three. I know it's an automatic process, but it never hurts to have a backup plan. After almost a minute, Cinnamon nodded.
"And Hailey doesn't need prompting from the audience," I said as I opened the door for her.
Cinnamon nodded. "You may give Robbie a run for her money yet."
* * *
Tami showed up as we were finishing breakfast. She knocked, then let herself in. I was sitting on the couch watching Mom feed Dad a last piece of toast. Tami sat across my legs giving me a quick kiss. "Gonna tell me about it?" she whispered.
I nodded. "Someday." I knew she could reach into my head and pull everything out, but sometimes she liked to leave me the illusion of privacy. I gave her butt a quick pat and she stood.
"Hailey, you and I have an appointment in the Sinai." Hailey looked resigned but nodded. "Trace, why don't you teach the others how we play Monopoly in the Pacific Northwest?" Traci nodded and now Tami looked resigned. I returned her kiss with a smile.
"Get comfortable," I said as I closed the door to my bedroom. Hailey grinned and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She lifted it up past her belly button, then changed her mind and let it drop again. She sat on my desk chair and looked up at me.
"I was thinking," Hailey said, interrupting my train of thought about whether to go back over what we'd talked about yesterday or start where we'd left off.
"Yes," I said after biting off a sarcastic comment about encouraging new habits.
"About all those terrorists blowing things up all the time."I'd mentioned that since the last war, the Arabs had turned to terrorism. "It must be terrible, going to a movie or a restaurant and not knowing if you'll live through the night."
"That wouldn't be fun," I agreed. "But it's not quite that bad. It's not every day and not everywhere you go." Hailey nodded. "Karma," I added in a mumble.
"Huh?"
"Well, Israel was founded on terrorism."
"I thought you said the Stern Gang, the Lehi..."
"Lehi," I corrected.
"...the Lehi were freedom fighters?"
"Old saying, 'One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.' It's all about point of view. Usually it comes down to who writes the history books."
"So, like, were the Stern Gang freedom fighters or terrorists?" Hailey asked, looking confused, not that I could blame her.
"Both." I knew that wouldn't help. "The British considered them terrorists. Most Israelis consider them freedom fighters. Like I said, it all depends who writes the history books."
"But history's history."
"Is it?" I asked with a grin and knew that I had her totally confused. "Try this. Two brilliant historians decide to write books about the same battle, Custer's Last Stand. Both are honest and believe in telling the truth about history. The first is the great-great-grandson of General George himself. The second is the great-great-grandson of Short Bull, one of the Lakota chiefs. Think they'll come up with the same book?"
"I guess not."
"Not even close. Won't even have the same title. Custer's grandson's will be The Battle of the Little Big Horn. Short Bull's grandson will call his the Battle of the Greasy Grass."
"Greasy Grass?" Hailey said with a giggle.
I shrugged, "That's what native Americans called the battle. Let's try another one. A group of men, disguise themselves and storm onto three unarmed cargo ships anchored in the harbor. They grab the cargo and start throwing it off the ships. Millions of dollars worth. What do you call them?"
"Easy. Terrorists."
"I just described the Boston Tea Party. You think Samuel Adams and the other founding fathers were terrorists?"
"But... but... they were fighting for independence."
I grinned and tapped her on the nose. "So were the Israelis. The difference between terrorist and freedom fighter is pretty much whether they believe in what you believe in."
Hailey sighed. "Hey. Can we like, study something easy, like nuclear physics?"
"Nope. Physics is too easy. Physics has rules. History is more fun. It's unpredictable. No rules. Human beings don't like rules."
* * *
"Who started the Six-Day War?" I asked after we'd spent half-an-hour reviewing the Birth of Israel.
"The Arabs," Hailey said positively.
"Is that your final answer?" I asked with a smile.
"The Israelis," Hailey said, not so positively.
"Final answer?"
"The Martians? It sure as shit wasn't the Menehune."
I grinned. It was going to be so much fun being a teacher. It was like a license to torture teenagers. "Who are the Menehune?"
"One of the ancient Hawaiian peoples. They were dwarves who lived in the forests. I thought you were supposed to be smart. Hey, what do they teach in your schools anyway?"
I smiled as she asked one of the questions I ask myself all the time.
"Back to the war. This is one of those hard questions, kind of like who's a terrorist and who's a freedom fighter. The Israelis actually attacked first, so you could say they started the war. But they attacked because the Arabs were moving troops to the borders and had blocked Israel's access to the Red Sea, so you could just as easily say the Arabs did. Now the Yom Kippur War six years later was..."
* * *
"Think Robbie's studying again today?" Hailey asked as we finished.
I looked at the clock next to my bed. Just about eleven thirty. "Naw, she's probably watching football."
"Football? I thought football was over except for the superbowl thingy."
"It is. But Robbie's got tapes of college and pro games she didn't see during the season. Plus, a friend of hers in Tennessee sends her game tapes of the high school she would have gone to. Robbie'll be watching football till halfway through the baseball season."
"Uh..."
"Yes," I prompted.
"Uh, like, are you mad at me?"
"How could I ever be mad at my hula princess?"
Hailey grinned. "I did a hula bit. It was one of Cinnamon's performances."
"Did you wear anything under your grass skirt?"
Hailey gave me a wouldn't-you-like-to-know grin. I remembered Tami trying to figure out how much Cinnamon DNA our kids would have when we were finishing the road trip. I think we should be more worried about Hailey DNA.
"I, like, kinda meant about last night?" Hailey asked returning to the subject.
"Not mad," I said after a long pause. "Annoyed."
"But it was, like, so just a BJ! Hey, most guys love it when I..."
"Do you just walk up to them, yank their pants down and go to it? Or slip into their houses at night while they're sleeping?"
"No, but..."
"What if they slipped into your bedroom while you were sleeping? What if they just started eating your pussy while you were asleep?"
Hailey grinned. "Hey! Bitchin'! I'd, like, so remember to say thank you!" I had no doubt in my mind that Wynter would cure many diseases. She'd probably walk off with a Nobel if life is fair. At that moment I wondered if she could cure libido.
"What if you're not in the mood?" I tried.
Hailey grinned again. "As if! I'm, like, always in the mood. As long as they're, like, cute and not brand-x Philbins."
I figured this was important so I decided to play dirty. "Matthew Wylie," I said quietly.
Hailey's face changed. It was like watching a beautiful day become a tropical storm. "I'd fucking kill him," she said firmly. And I had a feeling that it wasn't a figure of speech because the beach bimbo voice had vanished.
"What's wrong? He was cute." After we'd come back from the road trip, curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I did some research. Newspapers don't always tell the whole story, especially about teenagers and pre-teens, but you can learn a lot by what they don't say. I think I had a pretty good idea of who Wylie was and what happened to send him away. And there was a picture.
"He was a..."
I shrugged. "What'd he do that was so bad? It was just sex."
"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Hailey exploded, standing. "HE..."
I put my hands on Hailey's shoulders and pushed her back into the chair. I hoped Mom wasn't going ballistic in the living room, 'cause there was no question she'd heard that. "Hailey use your brain, not just your twat." Not a word I usually use, but I figured it would get through to her.
It did. The storm on her face just got upgraded to force five. "Hey! Like, what do you mean by that? Do you, like, KNOW what that assmunch DID?"
"I have a pretty good idea."
"He forced them! He forced Possum and..."
"Names aren't important." Possum? "And it was just sex."
"JUST SEX? How can you say that, you pickledick?"
"Hell, at the trial, I'll bet he said it was no big deal. It was just a blowjob."
"He..." Hailey's mouth clamped shut. I stared at her as the storm broke and her face slackened. "I... like... you can't mean..." Her eyes started leaking tears. "He and I... like... you can't..."
"Hailey, stop!" I commanded. I wondered if I'd gone too far.
Her eyes were turning red, and I wondered if I was going to survive Mom's inquisition. And between the shouting and Hailey's face, Mom was going to put Torquemada to shame.
"Do you think Wylie would have hesitated to have some fun with a sleeping girl?"
Hailey shook her head and choked back a sob.
I cradled her chin in my palm and stroked her hair with my other hand. "And that's where any similarities end."
"What do you mean?"
"Wylie was all about his own pleasure. That and the power he had over others."
"I don't..."
"You, my little wahine, were trying to do your cousin a favor. Not for your pleasure but for mine."
"I, like, so wanted to say thank you," she agreed.
I cupped her face in both my hands and used my thumbs to wipe tears from her eyes. "The words would have been enough."
"But, like, I thought... last summer..."
"To quote my second favorite Monkees' song 'That Was Then, This Is Now'."
"Monkeys?"
"Apparently they have no music education in Hawaii or Colorado." Hailey looked more confused. "The road trip last summer was fantastic. I traveled all over the country with five girls and a sister and never slept alone. I met two sexy cousins who gave me a night I'll never forget. Most guys my age don't even have fantasies that good. I wouldn't trade a minute of the trip, or a minute with my cousins, but since I came back..."
"Just you and Tami?"
I nodded.
Hailey smiled. "Hey! You're so as bad as Jimmy."
"No luck?" I asked grinning.
Hailey shook her head.
"Have you given up trying?"
"Mostly." Hailey's enigmatic smile put the Mona Lisa out to pasture.
I pulled her to her feet and gave her a hug. "Can I give you one piece of advice?"
"What?" she asked suspiciously.
"Don't bother playing the lottery. With your luck, you'd just be throwing your money away."
"My luck?"
"There are maybe three teenaged guys in the whole country who'd say no to a blowjob from the Pineapple Princess, and you have the bad luck to have one as a cousin and another as a friend. You'll probably meet the third any day now."
She muttered something that sounded like Lopez. "Only three?" she asked coyly, becoming more the old Hailey every second.
"In the country," I agreed. "Six, maybe seven tops in the world."
"Hey! I can so live with that."
Chapter 11
"Why are we here again?"Well, they're here," I said, pointing at Traci and Kelly, "because I got stuck doing the grocery shopping and needed someone to fetch and carry. Tami's here because I get lonely without her. You're here because you got nothing better to do."
Robbie glared but didn't deny it.
I shrugged. "Football's over. The play's done except for the judging. Baseball doesn't start till next month. I suppose you could stay home and study, hoping to beat certain people in class standings, but why waste your time?"
"You're getting pretty smug. Care for a side bet?"
"What'd you have in mind?" I asked warily.
Robbie grinned. "How about your car against mine?"
Tami giggled. "He'd bet me first."
Not true. I'd never bet Tami. But then, I'd never bet my 'Stang either.
"What could I possibly win to replace you, my little Mustang?"
"My little Little Mustang? Still trying to find a pet name?"
I shrugged.
Tami giggled. "My Little Mustang. I kinda like it." Tami glided into my arms and locked her lips against mine.
"Do you really think Wally's Grocery World is the best place for that?" Robbie asked sarcastically several seconds later.
Tami pulled back, embarrassed, but I smiled. "The store will thank us. They'll sell more oysters and asparagus."
Robbie shook his head, but Traci and Kelly looked confused. "Why?" Kelly asked.
"They're considered aphrodisiacs," Robbie said, still shaking his head.
Tami saw that Kelly and Traci were still confused. "What's an aphrodisiac?" she asked, knowing the younger girls wouldn't want to.
Robbie looked startled at the question, then realized why Tami had asked it.
"Some foods are supposed to make people feel sexy. Or sexier," I said. "Oysters and asparagus are two of the most famous."
"Figs, truffles, caviar and bananas are some others," Robbie added, not to be outdone.
"Why?" Kelly asked.
"Do they?" said Traci at the same time.
Learning may be a good thing, but I wasn't sure I wanted my sister knowing about aphrodisiacs.
"Oysters were thought to be aphrodisiacs because they can change sex from male to female and back again," Robbie explained.
"Eeeeew!" both girls chorused.
"I'm not sure about the others," Robbie admitted. "Professor?"
"I know asparagus goes back to the nineteenth century. They used to feed it to bridegrooms, but I don't know how it started. Figs go back to the ancient Greeks. Bananas, I think because of their shape."
The younger girls looked confused again, but Robbie made some kind of motion I couldn't see and they giggled and nodded.
"Do they work?" Traci asked again. Damn one-track mind.
"Most of them, no. Except in people's minds, which I guess is enough," I said, hoping to close the subject.
"According to Wikipedia, bananas are full of bromelain," Robbie added. "It's an enzyme that enhances male performance."
"I'm for that," Traci said with a grin. I decided one banana in our cart and I was locking her in her room.
* * *
"Anybody know where they hide the maraschino cherries?"
"I do," Kelly announced and scampered away as I studied my list again. Ground beef, check. Ribeyes, check. Pork roast, check. Chicken thighs... I looked up and saw the old guy again. I'd seen him half-a-dozen times in the twenty minutes we'd been shopping, and he always seemed to be staring at us. I figured he was a pervert checking out the girls. I mean, Tami, Robbie, Kelly, and even Traci were worth staring at. But he really wasn't staring that way, it was more like he was trying to figure something out.
I put it out of my head and went back to the list. Bread, we'd gotten white, whole wheat, and raisin. Hamburger buns and dinner rolls. "Peanut butter."
"I'll get it," Traci volunteered.
I looked around and the geezer was staring at the girls again. Kelly came back with a jar of cherries, and the guy's stare didn't shift. He wasn't looking at the girls, he was looking at one girl. Robbie. Maybe I could get her to flash her tits at him and make his day.
But his stare was still wrong. It was more like the look Traci would get when I'd help her with her math. When she almost, but not quite had the answer. Suddenly his face brightened and his smile got big. Without any hesitation, he came toward us.
"Excuse me, Miss," he said, and all three girls turned toward him, "but ain't you Robbie Tate?" he asked as Traci came back and balanced the peanut butter precariously on the top of the overstuffed cart.
Robbie smiled. "Yes, I am."
"It took me a minute, but I thought I recognized you. You was responsible for the most amazing thing I ever done seen in my entire life."
I decided I could take lessons in hayseed from this guy for the next road trip.
"Honey, 'til the day I die I ain't never gonna forget the way you tackled Billy Trey Henderson on the four yard line in that Falcons game."
I braced myself for the explosion. Robbie hated to be called 'honey' like I hated to be called 'young man'.
Robbie surprised me. "You were there? And you remember little ol' me from that?" Not only Princess Charming but Miss Alabama too. Or in her case, Miss Tennessee.
"I sure do. Billy Trey grabbed that interception at his goal line and took off like a scared rabbit, so fast that I didn't think nobody could catch him this side of the county line."
I remembered. I was on the sidelines watching. I'd hurt my wrist a couple plays before, and didn't think anybody was going to stop him.
"You came outa that pile-up runnin' like the devil was bitin' your tail. When he crossed the twenty, I figured he'd be past the posts before you crossed the goal line. Then you kicked in the turbos. Honey, I wish I had a video tape of that just so I could watch it every day and say, 'By golly, it really did happen'."
Robbie smiled. "You're too kind, Mister...?"
"Henderson. Bill Henderson, Senior."
Robbie looked surprised. "Billy Trey's grandpa?"
"That's me," he said proudly. "I live in Portland but I'm up here visiting an old army buddy. Bit of a chauvinist in my day. Back then I would have said no girl could ever tackle a Henderson. Now I know better. There ain't nothing a good woman can't do if she sets her mind."
I signaled the others, and we moved away as they chatted.
Tami leaned up next to me as I pushed the cart, her hand sliding into my back pocket and her head leaning on my shoulder. "One hundred percent and we can stop counting now," she murmured.
Thanks to Myron Austen, we had tapes of all the games. I made a mental note to make a copy for Mr. Henderson.
Chapter 12
My car was crowded as I drove to school, Tami in the seat beside me and two cousins and an adopted cousin in the back seat. I was glad to have my Mustang back from Mom, but sometimes her minivan made more sense.
I smiled, listening to the conversation in the back seat. Wynter seemed thrilled to be going to high school, if only for the day. Hailey, the experienced freshman, wasn't nearly as impressed, and Cinnamon just took it in stride.
I just concentrated on my driving and how I was going to sell this to Mr. Reed.
* * *
Mrs. Hatcher, the school's secretary, wasn't at her desk when we walked in, Mrs. Mires was. It was a few minutes before first bell, so at least we didn't have to wade through a sea of students getting tardy slips.
"Hi, Mrs. Mires," I said, stepping up to the counter. "Where's Mrs. Hatcher?"
Mrs. Mires looked at me like she'd just taken a big bite out of a particularly sour lemon. I think it was her version of a smile. "I wasn't aware that she needed your permission to miss work."
I smiled while counting to myself. 'One, two, three...' I counted in English. Then Spanish, French, German, Russian, Swahili, Chinese, Hebrew. Finally Portuguese, Croatian and Afrikaans. I was hoping to learn my numbers in Apache and Aztec next.
Mrs. Mires had sat watching me during my minute of silence.
I smiled. "Of course she doesn't need my permission, but since she's almost always here, I was hoping she wasn't sick or something. Tami and I have been gone a week."
Mrs. Mires nodded, looking like she'd just smelled a really pungent fart. "Her niece just had a baby," she admitted. "She'll be back on Wednesday."
I considered just taking the cousins to class and asking permission on Wednesday.
"Is Mr. Reed in his office?" I asked after Tami's hand in my back pocket gave my butt a squeeze. "Could he spare a minute?"
"Mr. Reed is a busy man. I'm sure he has no time for you." Her tone inserted three more words in front of her last one, 'for the likes of'. I remembered Mrs. Mires from the other times she'd filled in. She thought students should be seen and not heard.
"Could you check? I'd appreciate it."
"If you've been gone a week, wouldn't you be better off visiting your teachers and getting assignments instead of bothering a busy man like Mr. Reed?"
I decided that I was getting on the internet today and working on that Apache and Aztec. Maybe Incan and Eskimo too. "It was scheduled. We have all our homework. Could you...?"
"Why's he, like, bothering with that bitch?" Hailey whispered a little too loudly.
There was a moment of complete silence.
"WHITNEY GWYNETH, YOU'RE..."
"QUIET!" I snapped, turning around to Cinnamon. "Bend over," I commanded Hailey.
"Why?"
"Now!" Hailey bent and I slapped her butt, hard. The sound echoed through the office. I turned back to Mrs. Mires. "I apologize, Ma'am. Her parents don't beat her nearly enough."
Mrs. Mires' face cracked in what I think may have been a smile. It scared me. "I'll see if Mr. Reed has a minute," she said, standing, then walking back to his office.
I turned back to the cousins. All three looked surprised."Remind me to kiss you later," I whispered to Hailey. "It usually takes at least five minutes longer to get past the palace guard."
"That hurt," Hailey whispered back, rubbing her butt with an exaggerated motion.
I gave her a big smile. "Call anyone else a bitch today and it'll hurt worse."
I turned back to the counter as Mrs. Mires came back with Mr. Reed.
"The prodigal returns," he announced loudly.
"Prodigal?" I heard behind me. "Hey, is that football, like quarterback?"
Mr. Reed smiled even bigger. "Prodigal is a funny word. According to the dictionary, it means wasteful or a spendthrift. But when we talk about the prodigal or the prodigal son, we usually mean long lost, someone who's been gone a long time." He looked at me. "You've been recruiting. You've brought me fresh meat."
"For the day. These are my cousins. They're from the mountains in Colorado. I've been explaining to them that here in Washington, we have a lot of newfangled ideas about education, like spelling 'writing' with a W and 'arithmetic' with an A and pens with the ink inside instead of in an inkwell."
"Oh, Tony," Tami moaned softly, shaking her head.
Mr. Reed's smile changed. "The mountains in Colorado. High country folk?"
I started to add something about taking goats and sheep to class, but Tami was firmly shaking her head.
"I'm guessing you don't know where I started teaching?"
Started teaching? What does that have to do with anything?
"Little town in the mountains west of Denver."
Oh oh!
"In fact..."
Life couldn't be that unfair.
"...Griffin Middle School was brand new my first year."
I need a bigger world.
"You taught at Griffin?" Wynter asked. "Do you know Mr. Shelby?"
"Or Mr. Peters?" Cinnamon added.
Mr. Reed looked surprised. "Must be after my time. It was twenty years ago. I taught there my first two years, then moved to the on-base school at Ramstein Air Force Base in Germany."
"How about Mr. Tilman, the custodian?" Hailey asked. "He's been there forever."
"Bill Tilman?"
I looked back just as all three girls nodded.
"He's still there?"
They nodded again.
"Billy's still there," he mused. "He was always coming up with get-rich-quick schemes. Wanted to move to New York and live in a penthouse."
"He still wants to move to New York and live in a penthouse," Cinnamon said.
I looked back at Mr. Reed. "So Billy Tilman is still at Griffin," he mumbled. "So, Tony, what can I do for you this morning?"
"I wanted to ask a favor."
"A favor? I'd better sit down." He waved his arm toward the back of the office. "Come on back."
I pulled open the gate and let the four girls through just as the bell for first period rang.
"So what's this favor?" Mr. Reed asked when he was sitting behind his desk and we were standing in front of it.
"As I said, these are my cousins and I was hoping..."
"Mr. Reed..." Tami interrupted. "I don't know what it was like in the mountains when you were there, but now they actually let girls have individual names."
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks.
"This is Wynter King and Cinnamon Brees. They actually live in Colorado."
Mr. Reed looked startled. "Wynter King? The mine rescue?"
"Yes, sir," Wynter replied.
He made an odd smile, as if remembering something funny. Humorously-funny, not oddly-funny. "I'm pleased to meet you and am happy that everything worked out well for you and... Jimmy, wasn't it?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
Tami waited to see if he was finished, then continued. "And this is Hailey Kennedy who just snuck in to steal the eighth grade election last year."
"Snuck in?"
"Like, my parents went to the South Pole, so I, like, stayed with Cousin Cinnamon."
"The South Pole?"
"McMurdo Sound and the Ross Sea, actually," Wynter clarified. "Her dad's a marine biologist."
"Interesting." Mr. Reed leaned forward and whispered loudly, "Does Tony know they have names?"
Tami shook her head. "He just calls them 'Cuz' and points," she whispered back.
I was thinking about going home and pulling a blanket over my head.
"So Tony, what's this favor for you and your cousins?"
"I was hoping they could spend the day with Tami and me."
"Hmmm. I'm not sure. They go to Griffin, so they're middle school..."
"I go to Dunne," Hailey stuck in.
"They won't be any trouble," I said, mentally crossing my fingers.
"They really should be in their own schools, learning and matriculating," he said with a smile. "You." He pointed at Hailey. "What do you have first period?"
"History."
"What are you studying?"
"Israel," Hailey said almost timidly.
"Who started the Six-Day War?"
I noticed Wynter biting her lip.
Hailey grinned. "Hey! So not the big! Like, it depends on who you ask, or, like, whose history book you use. Like, Israel started shooting first, but they so had the reason! The Arabs were, like, moving like tons and tons of troops onto the border and had, like, cut them off from the Red Sea."
Mr. Reed looked stunned, and he wasn't the only one.
"Uh, you." He pointed at Wynter. "What do you have first period?"
"Science."
"What are you studying?"
"The human body. This week we're doing blood and fluids."
"So what's blood made of?"
"Mr. Reed," I said before Wynter could start. "Do you mind if we sit down and get comfortable?"
"Huh?"
"Blood," Wynter started, her forehead furrowing slightly as the rest of us took seats. "...is composed of blood cells suspended in plasma. The blood cells are red blood cells called erythrocytes, white blood cells including both leukocytes and lymphocytes and platelets called thrombocytes. The plasma is predominantly water containing dissolved proteins, salts and other substances. Plasma is approximately fifty-five percent of blood by volume.
"Now the red blood cells, the erythrocytes are..."
I was as proud of Wynter as if she'd been a real cousin. So far she hadn't stumbled over a single word.
"They teach that in eighth grade science?" Mr. Reed gasped eight minutes later as Wynter finished.
I grinned. "Wynter's a future doctor. The hospital there has already let her sit in on deliveries and surgeries. I think Stockholm already has her penciled in for the twenty thirty Nobel in medicine."
"Thank god. I thought we were falling way behind." Mr. Reed looked at Cinnamon, who smiled sweetly back, but decided against it. "Go to class," he growled. "I've got work to do."
* * *
The day went smoothly. Except when Wynter corrected my chemistry teacher over a chemical formula. And was right.
At lunch, I drove the cousins to Traci's school for the rest of the day. I'm not sure if it was because Mr. Hallowell and I got along so well after coaching a baseball team together or because Mr. Reed warned him, but he had no problem with the cousins hanging with Traci for the rest of the day.
After school, they watched gymnastics practice and got to talk to Kelly a little. Traci loved showing off for them.
About four, we jumped in my car. Traci stayed for practice, and I broke several speed laws racing to Wenatchee.
"We're never going to make it," Wynter said.
"There's always tomorrow," I said flippantly. "Unless the blizzard hits. Last time it closed the airport for a week." Wynter was sitting behind me, so I couldn't see her face.
"Stop teasing," Tami said with a light slap on the arm.
"Oh, fuck!" Hailey said just as I turned off the highway toward the airport.
"What?" I asked, making a hundred to one bet with myself as to the answer.
"Our luggage. Like, we so forgot to stop and get our stuff."
"I guess we'll have to go back and try again tomorrow," I said while congratulating myself on winning my bet.
"But, the blizzard...?" Wynter said.
"The forecast for tomorrow is a light early morning rain then clouds mixed with sun," Cinnamon said calmly.
"And your luggage has been here since noon," Tami added.
Spoilsports.
"We haven't even got tickets yet," Wynter pointed out. "And you're supposed to get to the airport two hours before your flight. Ours leaves in... twenty minutes."
A sideways look from Tami made me decide to be nice as I pulled around the side of the terminal and parked next to a golf cart where a big guy appeared to be taking a nap.
"In the words of my favorite Pineapple Princess, 'So not the problem'."
"She gets Pineapple Princess and I get Armadillo and Jackalope," Tami accused.
"Hers, I stole from an Annette Funicello song. And I thought we decided on Mustang."
The big guy walked over as I turned off the car. "Are you the VIP's?"
I nodded. "In the back." We got out, and he handed each of the cousins a ticket, courtesy of Dad's credit card. Then we piled on the cart, and he zipped us inside and right up to the departure gate, skipping the crowded security station. Robbie's dad was a poker buddy of the airport manager.
Tami and I gave all the girls hugs as the big dude took their tickets again and walked to the head of the check-in line. As Cinnamon pulled back from me, she looked at me with her curious expression.
"You can never have too many friends."
She nodded, and the three girls disappeared into the airplane.
Chapter 13
"Ladies!"
The gymnasts who had been milling around quickly took seats on the bench, Cheyenne sitting last.
"I am very disappointed. In fact, I'm down right disgusted." The girls looked at each other in surprise. In the bleachers, I saw parents who were mostly used to my after-meet tirades looking surprised, too. I waited a beat. "I hate ties. Next time, win or lose, but no more ties."
Kelly stood. "On behalf of the team..." and blew me a loud raspberry before sitting back down."I will be taking applications for the new team captain right after we're done here." Predictably, Kelly stuck her tongue out. "We tied, and have I mentioned that I hate ties?
Several more tongues shot out.
"But the team we tied took third in the district last year and last week beat the team that took second, so we'll settle for a tie. This once.
"Not settling for a tie, Cheyenne and Kelly took one and two in the all-around. Looking good, girls." Kelly grinned, but Cheyenne glared. Even taking first place, she was sure she'd been underscored on beam and bars and was annoyed that her coaches hadn't protested her scores.
"And Traci, making her big brother proud, set a new scoring record."
Traci turned red, several girls giggled, but Suzie and Kelly put their arms around her in a hug. Traci had scored a zero on vault. In vaulting, the girls do two vaults, declaring to the judges the vault they're going to do before starting. Traci did her full twist when she declared her handspring and vice versa. In her defense, you declare the vault by flashing a four-digit number, and she'd mixed up the cards they were printed on, not that I was going to let her live it down anytime soon.
"But while Traci goofed, her team didn't, being there to support her when she finished."
First home meet and a tie, but that was better than last year when we didn't win a single meet, home or away.
"Good meet, and I'm proud to be one of your coaches. In fact, when the season is over, I may take credit for you instead of putting all the blame on Mrs. Calloway and Stephy."
Cheyenne muttered something I didn't catch, but I decided to let it go.
"Two laps and go home."
* * *
"You seem to be entirely too satisfied with yourself."
Robbie's voice pulled me back from wherever I'd been. "I have a lot to be satisfied about. The girls had their best meet yet last night, even if Trace screwed up her vault." Ten feet behind me, I heard an indignant sound. Tami, Robbie, and I were walking the park, even though a light snow was falling. Traci and Peter, our faithful shadows, trailed behind.
"Our play is done, except for the judging. The fourth play went off last night, and the fifth one should be finishing about now. Next week we win, they give us our check, and all we have left to do is cheat the eighth graders and Peter out of their shares."
"We heard that!"
I grinned. "And the best part, today was the last day of the grading period, so next week we should have new class standings."
"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Tami said before Robbie could make her own, probably acidic, comment.
"I am," I said confidently. "Either I win and I can rub her nose in it for another nine weeks, or she wins and we can all relax."
"You are so full of it," Robbie muttered.
"True. All too true."
* * *
"TONY SIMS, ROBBIE TATE, PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE."
I took a moment to remind myself that Parker was long gone before breathing. I glanced at Robbie. She was already gathering her books. I copied her. Mrs. Wayne waved us away when I looked at her for homework assignments.
"Well?" I said, when we were in the hall.
Robbie smiled. "It's not the play. They would have called Tami too."
I nodded. It was Wednesday, and they were supposed to be announcing the results sometime tonight. The winner and two runner-ups had a banquet in Seattle this weekend.
"Could be class standings, I suppose. Mr. Reed wants to tell us in person the world has gone back to normal," Robbie said with a grin.
"Nope. Those come out second period tomorrow. Some of the teachers won't get their records in till four today. That's the deadline."
"Slackers," she muttered.
I grinned, trying not to let her see it. I knew how much she wanted back on top.
"Can't be about a suspension, 'cause I never get suspended."
That's the great thing about having a best friend: the support you get. "Could be football, I suppose. We were captains. But that ended a month ago."
Robbie nodded. "And if it was baseball, they would have called Ricky."
We shrugged and kept walking. We'd just have to wait.
* * *
"Hi, you sent for us?"
Mrs. Hatcher, the school secretary, was talking to Mr. Reed when we walked up to the counter.
"You have a meeting in the conference room," Mrs. Hatcher said.
"But I'd like a word in my office first," Mr. Reed added.
I nodded and held the gate open for Robbie as we followed him in. He hadn't moved from the vice principal's office to the somewhat larger principal's office until after Parker had left. I guessed it was his way of not rubbing salt in the wound.
He didn't sit or close the door. "You have a meeting next door that I won't be part of. Some of you may be tempted toward an in-your-face attitude." He wasn't subtle; he was looking straight at me. "But remember you represent this school." He looked like he wanted to add more but decided against it. We nodded.
Mr. Reed led us out of his office to the conference room next door. He didn't knock but opened the door and ushered us in. "Gentlemen," he said to the three men sitting there, "Miss Tate and Mr. Sims."
"Thank you. You can go," said the one in the middle who looked vaguely familiar.
"Why?" said Robbie quickly.
"Excuse me?" middle man said.
"She asked why you were dismissing Mr. Reed," I explained for the mentally impaired. "It's his school, and unless Mr. Butz has retired and you're his replacement, Mr. Reed doesn't work for you."
Middle man stood up. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, and suddenly I did.
"Sure, you're Mr. Spaulding, the big shot from WSAA who doesn't think teenagers can think without an adult telling them what to do."
Robbie cocked her head in understanding, not having met him before.
"This is Mr. Reed's school. Since we're students and it's during school time, and you gentlemen represent school activities, this is obviously about school. We'd like him to stay, if he isn't busy. Unless you had something to hide?"
Spaulding looked at the men on either side, then nodded. "He can stay," he said, sitting back down.
"That's very generous of you," Robbie said and took a seat opposite Spaulding. I sat to her left, and Mr. Reed took the chair at the head of the table.
"What can we do for you?" I asked after several seconds of silence.
"It's about the trouble you've caused," said the man to Spaulding's right.
"If you're accusing us of starting trouble, we don't need Mr. Reed, we need our parents and our lawyers," Robbie said, standing up. I followed suit, trying hard to keep a straight face.
"No, no, no," Spaulding said, standing himself. "You're not in trouble and nobody's accusing you of anything."
"It still might be a good idea to have our lawyers," Robbie mused. "But I suppose we can listen. What do you think Tony?"
Like I had a vote. "We can listen." Robbie and I sat. Mr. Reed had his elbows on the table, his hands covering his mouth and probably a big smile.
Spaulding looked like a man trying to figure out where he'd lost control. "It's about this Lake situation," he said after a while.
I smiled and stood. "Lake, no problem. Follow the road out front to the highway heading north. Then you follow..."
"I know where Lake is!" he bellowed.
I think I was supposed to be intimidated.
"Then why aren't you there?" Robbie asked sweetly. "That's where the Lake situation is."
"If you two would sit down and shut up for..."
Mr. Reed stood up so fast his chair rolled back into the wall. "We're done. Robbie, Tony, you can go back to class, I believe seventh period has just begun."
I knew I always liked him.
"You can't." "We're here..." "This is..." all three men were trying to talk at once.
Robbie and I ignored them, stood, and started gathering our books.
"Wait!" The man on Spaulding's left managed to calm his companions. "Mr. Reed, I, we apologize. It's no excuse, but we've been on the road all day dealing with one thing after another." He paused, waiting to see if his words were having any effect.
Mr. Reed looked at us. "Robbie? Tony?" I looked at Robbie, she nodded, and we returned to our seats.
Spaulding and the man on his right sat down, glaring at Mr. Reed and us.
"What Mr. Spaulding was trying to say, I'm Mr. Kennedy, by the way." My favorite president. "That's Mr. Rosen. What Frank was trying to say is that the Lake situation is causing lots of problems, and we wanted to see if we could work something out."
"Lake has had to cancel eighteen activities in five different sports," Mr. Rosen added. "Plus several more where the opposite team just didn't show up."
"It's easy," I said, wishing I wore suspenders so that I could hook my thumbs in them and give them a snap. "Fire Rich."
"We can't do that," Spaulding said sulkily.
"Then fire the district. Suspend Lake until their coaching staff represents the twenty-first century instead of the twelfth," Robbie suggested.
"We can't do that either," Spaulding snapped.
"Actually, yes you can," I said. "You mean, you won't."
"No, we won't," Spaulding said, standing again and motioning Kennedy back in his seat. "And we don't need any more of your suggestions."
"Then what do you need?" Robbie asked.
"We need you to end this silly boycott."
For a second, I thought Robbie was going to reach across the table and take his head off. "Personally, I'd never get involved in a silly boycott. But I didn't start it. Ask Tony."
"I'm guessing you never protested Vietnam or anything else."
"A fucking liberal." The word "fucking" was almost under his breath.
"Actually, I plan to register Republican in another thirteen months." Somehow that didn't make him happier."And I'm not a liberal, not in most things, anyway. What I meant was, I doubt you ever cared enough about anything to protest it or even write a letter to the editor." I could see in his eyes I was right.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"We care. We don't think Rich belongs in high school athletics, and since you won't do anything, we've done what we could." I paused for a breath. "In fact, we've already had discussions with the guy who will probably be captain of our baseball team about whether we're going." Okay, maybe it wasn't an in-depth conversation, and maybe we were talking about Robbie and me, but I can't be responsible for the conclusions they draw. Robbie cocked an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, but nodded enthusiastically.
"Now...!"
"Frank!" Kennedy said, rising and putting his hand on the other man's shoulder.
Spaulding looked disgusted but sat down.
"We applaud your convictions but think this has gone on too long." He looked directly at Robbie. "Coach Rich is willing to write you a letter of apology. If..."
"No!" I said. "She'll rip it up and throw it in his face. If Rich really wanted to apologize, he would have done it, not made it part of some plea bargain."
Robbie nodded.
"I plan to play two more years of baseball and one more of football, and I DON'T plan to play at Lake as long as Rich is a coach there."
"Maybe you won't play then," Spaulding muttered.
I grinned. "Oh, please, try to suspend me. I'll take your house, your car, the clothes on your back."
Spaulding jumped to his feet and opened his mouth.
"I guess we're done here," Kennedy said quickly.
"This is all off the record, of course," Rosen added. I wondered if Trout had warned them my girlfriend was a reporter slash columnist.
"I don't think so," Robbie said. "You want something off the record, you tell us about it before the meeting, not after."
Mr. Reed caught our eyes and nodded toward the door. We gathered our stuff and left.
It had been a little in-your-face, but I didn't think Mr. Reed would complain.
Chapter 14
"How's my favorite math genius?"
Kelly Dubrey turned, a big smile on her face. Then, for some reason, her smile faded.
Kelly had changed a lot in the last couple years. For one thing, she'd hit her growth spurt and wasn't the shortest kid in our class anymore, despite being two years younger. And she'd grown breasts. Not big watermelons, but nice handfuls that seemed to be exclusive to Ryan Gates, a boy a year older, a grade behind, and almost as smart as her.
"What do you need hacked now?" That would explain it. Someone was feeling used. Not that I could blame her.
"Let me see about getting you out of gym and we'll talk."
Kelly nodded, not about to blow a chance to get out of her least favorite class. I left Kelly by the door and went into the gym. Miss Wiley was standing by the opposite wall. She was a substitute, but at least I knew her. I explained briefly, and she nodded just as three dozen girls thundered into the gym from the locker room. I took a second to admire legs and bouncy breasts, then went back to Kelly.
"Now we can hang," I said as I got back. Since the day was clear and in the fifties, despite a forecast of eight inches of snow, I figured one of the benches on the lawn by the side of the school would be perfect.
"What do you want?" Kelly said a little sharply as we sat down.
I ignored her tone. "First of all, I wanted to offer congratulations."
"For what?" Still a little sharp.
"The NASA thing."
"You congratulated me in December when I became a finalist. I went to Houston just before Christmas. I haven't heard anything yet."
I grinned. "I have."
"You have?" Excitement had replaced the sharpness.
I stood and bowed. "Miss Dubrey, may I be the first to congratulate you on placing fifth in the NASA Challenge."
Her face fell. "Fifth?"
I sat, took both her hands, and kissed her on the forehead. "Before you get terminally depressed and we have to buy you a white coat with extra long arms that fasten in the back, then ship you to the state loony bin, may I point out that the four people who beat you were all seniors. College seniors."
"They were? How the heck do you know all this?"
"Mr. Reed told me since I'm interviewing you for the paper. Let's see, 'Tears filled her eyes as she experienced the agony of defeat'. How does that sound?"
"You wouldn't write that?"
I grinned again. "Of course not. If you promise to be excited instead of bummed about fifth."
"But fifth?"
"Out of twenty-three very smart college students. The other high school student, the kid from Boston, didn't even make top ten."
"Cool."
"Very cool. And there's more if you promise to smile."
Kelly grinned. I think she forgot she was mad at me. "I promise."
"Well, the scholarship you won for fifth place is only three grand..."
"So...?"
"Well, I hope you like California, 'cause CalTech and Stanford just offered you full rides."
Kelly looked stunned. "You're kidding?"
"I'd never kid about Stanford. CalTech maybe, but not Stanford."
"But how?"
"Mr. Reed has a whole package for you and your parents. Both those schools want you to come visit. Probably others too."
"Tony, that's fantastic," she said hugging me.
"I didn't do anything. And before we try an interview, don't forget you're mad at me."
"I am? I am."
"And I was wondering why?"
"Well... it's just that... I mean..."
"Deep breath," I suggested.
Kelly took a deep breath which gave me a chance to admire the breasts she'd grown. "It's just that Ryan said you only come to see me when you need something," she said quickly.
Yep, feeling used. Too bad Ryan doesn't play football. I could accidentally step on his face.
"I guess Ryan's right."
"He is?" Kelly sounded surprised.
"In a way. What I mean is, you and I don't have the same circle of friends, so we don't hang much. We talk when we see each other in the hall and stuff, but usually if I come looking for you, it's for a favor.
"Yeah," she said and nodded.
"I think of you as a friend, and friends do favors for each other. I hope you realize that it goes both ways."
Kelly thought about it, then nodded again. "I remember what you did for Allie when Mr. Singara thought she cheated."
My turn to nod. "All my friends are important to me, even the ones who are smarter than I am, like you and Robbie."
Kelly grinned. "You think Robbie's smarter?"
I held up my hand with my thumb and forefinger a fraction of an inch apart. "That much. But don't tell her."
"I won't." Kelly giggled and nodded. "I'm sorry I was mad at you."
"Don't be. I'd rather have you mad than resenting me silently. This way we cleared the air. And I'm not mad at Ryan. He was right. I usually want something when I come looking for you." Not mad, but I still wouldn't mind stepping on his face. Accidentally.
"But when you wanted me to hack those computers, it wasn't for you. It was for Tami and Luke," she said as if just realizing it.
I shrugged. "Ready for that interview?"
"Did CalTech and Stanford really offer me scholarships?"
"Nope."
She looked like I'd just hit her between the eyes with a two-by-four. "No?"
"Stanford and CalTech offered you scholarships. In polite conversation, Stanford is always named first."
* * *
"How is she?"
Tami slipped her arm around me and her hand into my back pocket. I'd just joined her in the lunch line. Robbie was about a dozen people in front of us talking to Darlene.
"A little on edge, but probably not dangerous as long as nobody makes any fast moves," Tami said with a sigh.
It was about what I expected. "Is your news going to make it better or worse?"
Tami looked suspicious. "Are you asking because you're concerned or because you want to know before she does?"
I sighed. "Both, I guess."
"That's my Tony. Too honest for his own good."
* * *
"You're smiling," Robbie accused as Tami and I sat down with our lunches. "You beat me again."
"Not a clue," I said in my defense. "Tami wouldn't let me see the class lists, I went on another story. And I'm smiling because I like to smile. And because a friend got good news."
"Who?" Robbie asked.
"What?" Darlene added.
So I told them about Kelly Dubrey.
"If she takes a full scholarship from CalTech or whatever, what does she do with the scholarship money NASA gives her?" Peter asked.
I shrugged. "Depends on what strings are on it. If it's just for tuition in an undergrad or graduate program, I guess she gives it to the school and doesn't get anything out of it. If it's a loose educational purposes type thing, she can take a trip to Rome and look at the Coliseum or something."
Robbie laughed. "Knowing Kelly, she'd probably go to Kazakhstan to check on the Russian space program."
I nodded.
I looked over at Robbie, then Tami. Tami was eating her hamburger gravy on rice as if it was actually food. Robbie looked at Tami then me, then back at Tami. Finally Mikee couldn't take it anymore. "Are you going to tell them or what?"
"Tell them what?" Tami asked innocently.
"Think we can get away with putting her on the table and tickling her till the bell for next period rings?" I asked Robbie.
She glanced over her shoulder. "Mr. Singara has the lunch duty. He doesn't like you. He'd probably decide you were having too much fun."
"Damn!"
"The stage is empty," Darlene volunteered with a bright smile at Tami.
"We could charge admission. Make some more money for the prom committee," Robbie suggested.Tami started choking on the mouthful of rice she'd just eaten, so I pounded her a couple of times between the shoulder blades while grinning at Robbie for her suggestion.
Tami wiped her mouth with a napkin, then looked at us. "If it's that important to you..." I looked at Robbie, then back at Tami and nodded. Robbie was nodding too.
Tami grinned. "I was seventh." Tami paused as if that was all.
"Do you think Singara will give you a hard time when we carry her out of here?" Robbie asked.
"Okay, okay. More good news for Kelly. She beat Toby Mather for third."
I looked at Monster Girl, "So how much do you think we should charge?"
Tami stood, putting her nose in the air as if offended. She picked up her tray and carried it to the kitchen window, then came back and stood behind Mikee and Peter. "I SHOULD make you both wait for the paper on Friday."
Robbie and I both held our hands in front of us, flexing our fingers.
"Just remember, I'm just the messenger. I was rooting for both of you."
"I wasn't," Darlene said. "I was rooting for Toby. Poor guy's got no life. Grades are all he's got."
I stuck my tongue out at her, then fixed my stare on Tami.
Tami looked at Robbie and shrugged. "My guy. By three thousandths of a point."
Robbie sighed. "I should demand a recount."
I hugged her. "It's okay, everyone knows who the smart one of us is. Sometimes I just get lucky."
Robbie hugged back hard.
"I could have sworn there were rules about this sort of thing," Singara said, walking up.
I let go of Robbie and grinned at him. "Yes, sir. The student handbook. Page seventeen, the fourth paragraph. Did you need me to quote it for you?"
Singara looked confused.
"Just the group I was looking for," Mr. Reed said as he came up on the other side, "though I understand I might need a whip and a chair."
Robbie looked defensive. "I haven't been that bad."
Mr. Reed smiled. "There's a picture of you in the teachers' lounge. The caption says 'Dangerous--approach with caution.'"
Robbie's mouth opened to say something, but I gave her another hug and quick kiss.
"Robbie's been a little on edge today," Tami explained, "waiting to hear about the play. And other things."
"And her friends haven't been as supportive as they could be," I added.
Mr. Reed smiled again. "Any more supportive and I may have to notice officially."
I nodded, but gave Robbie one more hug.
"And as far as the play, it may make her feel better to know that you all have a dinner date in Seattle on Saturday."
"Cool," I said. Robbie's the competitive one, but I wanted it too. We all did.
"It's been a good week for the school," Mr. Reed said. "Between your play and Kelly Dubrey."
"Tony told us. It's fantastic," Tami said.
"And you think that's good, just wait until baseball season," Robbie added. I thought about switching to track. In baseball, losing was no longer an option.
"Page seventeen, paragraph four," Robbie accused as we headed for class.
"It's in there somewhere. It might as well be page seventeen."
Chapter 15
If there had been bonus points for style, Zoe's Song got 'em.
Peter and I were turned out in black tuxedos, and the girls wore long elegant dresses. The official invitation to the banquet had said semi-formal, and of the other two casts, only half-a-dozen guys had even bothered with ties. We stood out.
It had been Robbie's idea. She complained that she'd never seen me in a tux and Tami had. She'd been right. As much as I hate even wearing a tie, we looked good. We looked the part of winners even if we didn't win.
The banquet was pretty ordinary. It could have been the end of season sports banquet in the Holiday Inn back home. Chicken that was--by luck of the draw--either cooked dry or raw, and mashed potatoes better suited for making sculptures of Devil's Tower. Too bad I hadn't run into any UFOs lately.
The room was divided into three sections. In a sports banquet, it would be the coaches in front, the athletes at the middle tables, and the parents in the back. For this, the judges and foundation honchos had the front, but the rest was the same. The three casts were seated at three long tables. Vlad had the left side, we were in the center, and Mirror, Mirror was on the right. We'd seen Vlad the night before we performed, but all we knew about Mirror, Mirror was that it was an adaptation of one of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple stories.
A distinguished black man stood at the dais as a waitress replaced my half-eaten chicken--I'd gotten one of the half-raw pieces--with a dish of tapioca that had seen better days. "LADIES! GENTLEMEN!" the background noise of dozens of conversations started to fade. "I am your host this evening, Mark Eddington. It is my honor to chair the endowment committee of the Prentiss Foundation." There was a smattering of applause, mostly from the parent section.
"This year we had thirty-seven entries from schools all over the state. Three of the schools had mini-competitions among their students to select their school's entry." Only three. I was surprised. I figured our school was part of the norm. I guessed that meant in most schools, the drama teacher or someone selected the play for the students. "So in total there were forty-five plays, and in any other state, any one of them would have won.
"A quick note before we see some of the entries. After much discussion, it has been decided that next year the competition will be held in February. It has been difficult for some of the school groups to get organized so soon after school starts. Especially in the schools with multiple entries." Tami had mentioned that it was a possibility. I think she got it off the foundation's website. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea.
"Now a quick look at the three semi-finalists who aren't with us tonight." As he spoke, a large white screen descended in front of the wall behind him, the lights dimmed and the screen lit with a group of teenagers in period costume. It took only a few seconds to recognize Hamlet. Two minutes later, the screen faded to loud applause which was more than it deserved. Not that it was bad, it was just ordinary. I figured it was the judges' nod to the classics.
The screen lit again. This time it took me longer to recognize The Glass Menagerie. As I watched, I searched under the table and found Tami's hand. I needed it. I'd always thought the play was depressing, and somehow this group had managed to make it even more so. The applause when the screen went dark was more subdued than for Hamlet. I decided that whatever region this play represented had no talent if this was the winner.
The screen lit a third time, and it took almost a minute for me to realize I was watching a musical version of Faust. The devil was played by a redheaded girl who could have been Robbie's cousin, and she hit a perfect tone for the character. If the rest of the cast had been half as strong, I think we would have been looking at the winner. The clip was longer than the first two, because they included most of her song, "Have I Got a Deal for You." They'd written the words to the music of another song that I couldn't quite place. A quick glance at Robbie across the table from me told me that she was having the same problem.
The clip ended to enthusiastic applause. I didn't need an applause meter to know which one of these three plays won.
The lights came back on and Eddington stepped to the dais again. "That last clip was from The Devil's Deal, and that production caused us a lot of trouble because the judges had a lot of trouble deciding on just three finalists. In fact, Colonel Gates left one of the meetings with a black eye, though Mrs. Turner swears it was an accident." The Air Force officer turned to pretend to glare at the dumpy deputy mayor, who slapped her fist into an open palm while the audience laughed.
"After much debate, many hurt feelings, and only a little blood, the judges managed to come up with our final three. "Can I have a big hand for the cast of Vlad." Everyone started applauding as the group on the right stood and waved. "Vlad was directed by Carl Thompson and written by Valery Tucker based on the novel by Bram Stoker." Two of the boys lifted one of the girls onto a chair. She turned red but managed to keep waving.
"Can we have another big hand for the cast of Mirror, Mirror," Eddington said after the Vlad crew finally sat. The applause started again as the group on our other side stood. "Mirror, Mirror was directed by Marie Chase and written by Manuel Sicata and Marie Chase from a story by Agatha Christie." One boy held her hand as a girl stood on a chair and took a bow. I wondered if the boy was Manuel. He looked more like a Lief or a Lars. "Unfortunately, Manuel Sicata couldn't be with us this evening."
I found out later that the Immigration Service had suggested that his parents go back to Costa Rica, and Manuel and the rest of his family went with him.
The group from Mirror, Mirror milked the applause for almost five minutes. Robbie rapped the table, and we all looked at her. "Thirty seconds," she whispered. We all nodded.
"Finally, our third finalist. Can we get another big hand for the cast of Zoe's Song." We stood and waved. "Zoe's Song was directed by Robbie Tate and written by Tony Sims from a story idea by Michelle Temple." Since our table was just for the cast, Mikee was sitting with her parents. I was watching her as Eddington made his announcement, and she turned pink. I nodded to her dad, and he stood, picked her up, and put her on her chair. The laughter turned her pink darker to red, but she deserved the applause. After about thirty seconds, we sat down, taking the audience by surprise.It took Eddington by surprise, too. He'd been talking to the army officer with his back turned when the applause died out. "Our three finalists," he said, opening his arms to take us all in as he stepped back to the dais.
The light dimmed again, and the screen lit up with a scene from Vlad. This clip was longer than the others. It ran about five minutes and featured several scenes, including my favorite, a scene where Dracula was talking to and caressing several of the female vampires. The kid who played Dracula was good. Dracula has been played in the movies by Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee and everyone in between, including George Hamilton and Leslie Nielsen. The kid was closer to Lugosi than Lee, Lee being my favorite.
The end brought more applause, and the Vlad cast again stood, waved, and took bows.
The screen came to life a fifth time with a middle-aged woman looking curiously around an English drawing room before a butler entered. The makeup was great because I had no idea which of the teenagers at the other table could have been this middle-aged woman. From the scenes we saw, I was sorry that we hadn't been able to come back last weekend to see the play.
Tami must have sensed what I was thinking because she whispered, "They're sending us tapes of the other five plays when they send ours."
I nodded, thinking that I'd really enjoy Mirror, Mirror and The Devil's Deal. I'd seen Vlad, might watch Hamlet if I was really bored, and The Glass Menagerie would make a good paperweight.
The Mirror, Mirror cast were still taking bows when the screen came to life again with Traci singing Too Many Feelings. After a minute, it transitioned into the final scene after Zoe had died. "She'd still be alive if you hadn't interfered," Robbie accused. "My baby would be alive, she'd be here. We'd be here." The camera had gone tight on Robbie's face, and you could almost see the anguish of a mother who'd just lost her child.
The camera panned out, taking in the whole set as Peter dropped his head for a long pause, then the camera moved in again, framing just Peter and Susie as her hand moved forward and found his. The camera tightened still until just their hands filled the screen, and she gave him a squeeze. Then the camera moved out again as Peter said, "But she wasn't alive. She was existing..."
The screen faded, and the applause started. "Sit!" Robbie said as she lifted her arm and waved. We kept sitting and waved for several seconds.
Eddington took his place again. "Now you've seen a small part of them and may understand our problem. And if you thought it was hard whittling the six down to four, then to three, now it really got fun. Picking a winner. We had the riot squad on standby as the judges went into the room, only to come out deadlocked several hours later. It took five tries to finally settle third place, and several of the judges still aren't talking to the others.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the second runner-up, winning one thousand dollars for themselves and their school..." he paused, took a breath, "Vlad!"
We stood applauding, so did the group from Mirror, Mirror as the Vlad cast walked up to the podium. Eddington handed them a plaque and two checks, which they waved around. Then one of the boys stepped to the microphone. "Thanks. We really appreciate this. Sometimes we thought we'd never get this whole thing on a stage, let alone take third in the state." He hesitated, started to add something, then changed his mind. He waved again, then led his troop back to their table.
"When we got down to two, things got really serious," Eddington continued. "I saw judges going into the room with brass knuckles, saps, and knives. But finally, Colonel Gates brought me the final results. Ladies and Gentlemen, the runner-up, winning two thousand dollars... Zoe's Song!"
I sighed. I was getting real tired of second place. I looked at Robbie, wondering where I could get a tranquilizer gun on short notice, and was amazed that she was smiling. I mean, really smiling. She stood, took a small bow to the parents, and started toward the podium. The rest of us followed. Eddington handed Robbie a plaque, then Traci a pair of checks.
Robbie stepped up to the podium. "Last year, we came in second in our school's contest. This year we took second here. Next year we get it right." The crowd laughed as she held the plaque above her head. Then she nodded to me.
I stepped forward to the microphone. "Zoe's Song was our tribute to a classmate who died last year. I hope we made her proud."
I don't remember the rest of the night. But I remember feeling warm and good and knowing that Zoe was watching from wherever she was.
"Is honesty important?"
"Um, I guess," I mumbled as I watched Jack Bauer crash an SUV into some kind of culvert. I never watched 24 when it was broadcast. I knew with my schedule, there was no way I'd see 24 episodes in a row. But a couple weeks ago, Mom had bought the first three seasons on DVD, and now I was on the 24th hour of the second season. And damn, I was hooked.
Trace shifted her weight from foot to foot as I focused on the screen. Jack and Mrs. Palmer hijacked a good Samaritan's car and took off. Imagine calling the cops and reporting being carjacked by the president's ex-wife. Traci sighed and walked back to her room.
The scene shifted to the CTU and...and Traci's tone penetrated. I paused the DVD and sat back in Dad's chair to think about it. Traci hadn't been asking an idle question. And it wasn't for school. 'Is honesty important?' Traci had something she was trying to decide if she wanted to tell. And I ignored her for a television show.
I got up and drained my Coke can. I walked through the kitchen to toss it on the way to Traci's room. Her door was open about six inches, so I gave it a push. Traci was standing in the middle of her floor pulling a t-shirt on. The blouse she'd been wearing was lying on the bed. She'd been dressed up for church with Peter and his family. They went about once a month.
I admired her breasts for a second. They'd grown a lot in the last year. They were probably bigger than Tami's, and she was only an eighth grader, though she had a ways to go to catch Darlene. Or Cousin Cinnamon.
"Yeah?" she asked, noticing my presence without a trace of embarrassment.
I smiled. "Yes, no, and maybe." I gave her a half bow, shut her door, and returned to the living room by way of the kitchen, snagging a replacement Coke. I settled in Dad's chair, but didn't start the DVD again.
Traci stomped out. "What the hell kind of answer is 'yes, no, and maybe'?"
"Language," I said as I opened the Coke and took a sip.
Traci turned pink but repeated her question without the adjective.
"It's the only answer I've got to a question like that. Yes, honesty is important if you're in court and sworn to tell it. No, honesty isn't important if your best friend has been crying and her makeup is running and she asks if she looks okay. And maybe, the rest of the time."
Traci didn't look satisfied.
"I happen to think honesty is pretty important and try to tell the truth all the time, but if Tami is wearing that purple shirt of hers and asks if it looks good, the truth goes bye bye, 'cause I think it's ugly but it's one of her favorites."
"It is pretty bad," Traci said with a grin.
I nodded. "Tami's easy. Instead of lying, I can usually tell her that something isn't my story to tell or that it's temporally inconvenient, and she drops it."
Traci grinned even bigger. "The word, my English professor brother, is temporarily," she said with deep satisfaction.
A nice brother would have let her have the point. "The word, my cute but naive little sister, is temporally. From 'temporal,' which is Latin for time. Temporally inconvenient, something I can't talk about right now."
"Do you ever get tired of being right?"
I shrugged. "It's a burden sometimes."
Traci stomped her right foot, spun, and started stomping away.
"Can I ask what your question was about?"
Traci stopped and stood still for several seconds. "I was trying to decide about telling Peter something," she said without turning. "Several somethings."
"You're definitely in maybe territory there."
She turned and nodded.
I had a feeling I knew where this was going. "Has he asked?"
She shook her head.
"Silence can be very honest."
She considered that, but I could tell it didn't satisfy her.
"Can I tell you a story?"
Traci nodded, moving to stand next to my chair.
I reached up and pulled her down across my lap. "Once upon a time, there was a brave, handsome, and very clever prince, who just happened to be at the top of his class."
"By three thousandths of a point."
I nodded. "Which, by the way, is two thousandths more than I needed."
Traci stuck her tongue out at me.
"Before he was the wise and wonderful person he is, he was once the lowest form of life known to man, an eighth grader."
"Listen here, you..."
I put my finger across her lips to silence her.
"It is a condition that almost everybody goes through and outgrows. Well, maybe not your friend Bridgett."
Traci giggled. Bridgett was the twenty-first century poster child for dumb blonde. How she made it to the eighth grade was a congressional investigation waiting to happen.
"The prince as an eighth grader had a beautiful princess named Tamarone. Princess Tamarone had sexy long brown hair that the prince loved to stroke. He and the princess were madly in love."
"Sickeningly in love," Traci modified.
"One day, on a long bus trip without her, he gave in to temptation and kissed another princess.This one had long red hair, and the prince had always had a thing for redheads.
Traci grinned. "Is that why you watch Kim Possible almost every night?"
I grinned back. "The prince also had a secret cheerleader fetish."
"Not so secret."
"Anyway, almost as soon as the prince returned to his princess, he confessed his indiscretion, even though he knew that the truth might hurt Princess Tamarone, or possibly drive a wedge between them. Even though he knew that silence would be enough, that the princess wouldn't ask."
"Why?"
"That's a hell of a good question."
"Language," she admonished with a giggle.
"That's a good question," I corrected. "It just seemed like the right thing to do."
"Was she mad?" Traci asked, cocking her head.
"Not really, but Tami's and my relationship has always been a little different."
"You can say that again."
"Tami's and my relationship has always been a little different."
"Pickledick."
"That's it. No more cousins for you."
Traci grinned.
"Did that help at all? Did it answer your question?"
"I guess," she said, crawling off my lap. She took two or three steps then stopped. "Should I tell him?"
"Does it seem like the right thing to do?"
She hesitated. "Yeah... I think it does."
"Any more questions?"
She shook her head without looking at me and retreated to the back.
I smiled to myself, wondering if her confessions about the other boys in her life would include Robbie.
So much for a nice quiet Sunday to finish the weekend.
Chapter 16
Monday night I got home about six. It was kind of nice. With football and the play done for the year, all I had to worry about was school and gymnastics. It was almost like having free time. I parked in front of the trailer and then walked Tami to her house, with Kelly beside us heading for her own.
"Good practice," I said, swatting my favorite munchkin on the butt as Tami and I stopped in front of her house.
"I don't think Cheyenne thought so," Kelly giggled.
"Go!" I said, pointing at Kelly's house. Kelly giggled again and skipped to her back door, waved, and disappeared.
"I think she's right," Tami said.
"I know she's right, but right now I want to think about kissing the future Mrs. Sims, not a spoiled brat."
Cheyenne had told me at the beginning of practice that she wanted to work on her double back flip. I knew she'd been working it at the club and almost had it to the point where Gary was thinking of letting her compete it. But I told her no and explained that I wasn't good enough to spot it yet and that our floor wasn't as good as the club's.
Half-an-hour later I saw her do one by herself. She over-rotated the landing and fell back on her butt, finishing with a backward roll. I screamed her name from clear across the gym, then sat her on a stack of mats and kept her there the whole practice. She'd scared the hell out of me.
"What are you going to do about her?" Tami asked.
"You weren't listening. Right now I want to think about kissing the future Mrs. Sims, not a spoiled brat." I sealed my point by kissing Tami long and hard.
* * *
"Tony, you had a call," Mom said from the kitchen as I walked in.
"Actually, you had seven calls," Dad corrected from behind a newspaper.
"Seven?" Why hadn't they called me on my cell? Then I realized that I'd left it on my dresser this morning.
Just then the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Traci yelled from her room. By almost knocking me down, she got it before the second ring had completely died. "Sims residence. Oh, he's here." She handed the phone to me. "It's for you," she said in a disappointed voice.
"Toneijrdglhguvndgeruhg iunbtruinbrtnbiotrnstrio."
I looked at the phone. I wondered if I needed one of the scrambler gadgets that spies fixed on their phones. I was pretty sure the first syllable-and-a-half was my name, but after that...
"Once more in English," I suggested.
"Tony, it's me, Ijsdgekrglrgvnrelavubsrlanbvbvn."
Progress. It's me. "Hailey?"
"Hey! I, like, said it was me!"
"Now try the rest, separating everything into individual words."
"Pickledick."
"Now that I heard."
"Where have you been? I've so been, like, calling and calling."
"School and gymnastics practice."
"Hey! I got an A. Like, almost an A. An A-minus. Ninety-four percent."
"I'm very disappointed young lady. I expected at least one hundred."
Hailey giggled. "But I'm, like, so gonna pass history!"
"This time."
"Hey!"
"Whitney Gwyneth, I don't expect you to become Super Student. Hell, I don't even want you to. But maybe we could learn a little about priorities."
"Maybe."
"So what did you miss?"
"I kinda got it right, but Mrs. Cleaver didn't like your answer about the Gobi."
The Gobi? When had I mentioned the giant Chinese desert. "You mean the Golan? The Golan Heights?"
"Yeah."
"If you called it the Gobi, I can understand why."
"Hey! I didn't. Like, I don't think I did."
"Check your paper. If you didn't, get her e-mail and I'll argue the point with her. I figure you need every point you can get."
"Hey! Was that, like, a diss?"
"Yep. Want to talk to Trace?"
"Okay."
"Just for a minute. Dinner's almost ready." I cupped my hand over the phone. "Traci!" I yelled. "Telephone." I lifted the phone up again. "Don't teach her any more words," I added to Hailey as an afterthought.
"If I got an intercom, would you use it?" Mom asked, setting a pot on the dining room table.
"Nope, yelling is more fun. Efficient too," I said, handing the phone to my sister.
Mom shook her head and retreated to the kitchen.
"I take it your cousin did well on her history final?" Dad asked from behind his paper.
"Yep," I said with a smile he couldn't see. "Ninety-four. We figured she needed at least a high sixty to a low seventy."
"Good, I'm glad. That was a good thing you did."
"Thanks."
Dad closed and folded his paper. "By the way, just for the record, I really don't like being used."
"Uh, used?"
"But, Dad, Tami volunteered me to tutor her," dad mimicked.
"Oh, yeah, I..."
"Remember the Steve Martin movie, Sergeant Bilko?"
I nodded.
"The original with Phil Silvers was better, but just remember, you ain't that good."
"Yes, sir," I said nodding.
"But still, it was a good thing you did. We should raise your allowance," he said just as Traci walked back in to hang up the phone. "We'll double it."
"Don't be stingy dear," Mom said, placing a plate of rolls on the table. "Triple it."
"Now wait a minute," Traci protested before she remembered that I hadn't gotten an allowance since I'd started working. "I say we quadruple it."
* * *
The next day, Cheyenne didn't come out of the locker room with the other girls. I have to admit that I was kind of relieved. Maybe she was taking the day off. I watched as Kelly started stretching the other girls. It was a pretty good group, but I kinda missed last year's smaller, more intimate one.
"Is he the one?" I heard behind me as I instructed Kelly to really work their backs. I turned. Cheyenne in her leotard was standing next to a man about my dad's age, probably her dad. 'I don't need this,' I thought. "Cheyenne, you're late. Get stretching. Make sure you work your wrists and ankles." I turned back to the girls.
"Tony Sims?" the man said a few seconds later.
"I'm Tony," I acknowledged without turning around.
"Could I see you?" he asked as I moved over to Cassie Williams to adjust her leg on her splits.
"I'm a little busy," I said, standing and moving back again.
"Young man! I'm not used to being kept waiting."
I counted to ten in English, Spanish and German, considering whether to answer him 'Old man, I couldn't care less what you're used to.' I decided to be good. I counted to ten in French, Russian and Afrikaans for good measure. "Tami!" I yelled. She was standing by the beam, talking with Miss Calloway. I nodded my head, and she walked over. "Could you watch them?"
She glanced at Cheyenne and her dad, then nodded.
"Can I help you?" I asked pleasantly as I walked over, ignoring the fact that Cheyenne hadn't started stretching like she'd been told.
"I'm John Morris, Cheyenne's dad."
"Nice to meet you," I said, offering my hand which he ignored.
"Cheyenne tells me that you haven't been treating her very well."
'I treat her as well as any brat' is what I wanted to say. But I knew if I wanted to coach, I had to get used to dealing with parents. Might as well start now. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"She said that yesterday you made her sit in the corner for the whole practice."
"Not a corner. That stack of mats there." I pointed to some accordion mats stacked in the center of a wall. "And it was about ninety minutes, not all practice."
"You think this is a joke?" he asked.
"Not really," I said, looking back at the girls as they finished stretching and started toward their events.
"I'm talking to you," he reminded me.
"And I'm a little busy. Can you come back after practice?"
"Listen here, boy..."
"No, you listen, old man." Okay, I'll practice dealing with parents next week. "I gave Cheyenne an instruction. She didn't follow it. She got sat down. Now I've got a team to coach. If Cheyenne wants to participate, she'll get her ass on the mat and start stretching. If she doesn't, you're both in the way."
I turned my back on him and started walking toward the bars.
* * *
"Problem?" Miss Calloway asked a few minutes later. Cheyenne and her father had left.
"It's what I do," I said with a grin.
* * *
It was twenty minutes later when Cheyenne and her dad came back with Mr. Hallowell.
"Tony, can I see you a minute?"He yelled."
I sighed and held up one finger to him, then looked back at Kelly on the beam. "Go."
She took a deep breath and did three back handsprings in a row, finishing with a big wobble. "You're dropping your left shoulder as you step out of the third one."
She nodded.
I walked over to Mr. Hollowell, offering him my hand as I got there. He shook it. I didn't bother offering it to Mr. Morris. Miss Calloway came over too, nodding to her principal.
"Mr. Morris says you were extremely rude to him," Mr. Hollowell started.
"I probably was," I admitted. "Mr. Morris didn't understand, and obviously still doesn't, that these girls only have two hours, and he isn't more important than they are."
"I didn't say that. This kid..."
"I asked him if we could talk after practice, but apparently he doesn't care about any girl but Cheyenne."
Morris turned red. "That's not..."
"Here at five-thirty," Hollowell interrupted.
"Works for me," I said and went back to the beam. From the corner of my eye, I could see Morris fuming. Cheyenne walked onto the floor mat and did a back handspring. "Cheyenne! Stretch first," I yelled.
Morris's mouth opened, but Hollowell must have said something because it closed, and the two men walked away.
* * *
It was a good practice, though Cheyenne was ignoring me so hard that I almost laughed a couple times. Mr. Hollowell and Morris came back about five-fifteen and watched. At five-twenty, I started the girls on conditioning, took a deep breath, and walked over.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I thought you were all tied up until after practice," Morris said sarcastically.
"They're doing conditioning. I told Kelly what I wanted. She'll take care of it."
"Your pet, I understand," Morris said.
"I like Kelly a lot," I said, smiling. "She lives in my trailer park. I've known her forever. But she's running conditioning because the other girls elected her captain."
"Is that a problem?" Miss Calloway asked as she walked up.
"No, but..." Morris hesitated. "It seems like this kid runs practice more than you do," he said finally.
"It probably does. It seemed like he ran his eighth grade baseball team, too," Miss Calloway said with a grin at Mr. Hollowell. He winked at her. "At this point, he knows more about it than I do. He's been working with Gary at the club over a year. And he's a natural coach."
I nodded my appreciation for the remark.
"Is that what this is about? That he takes charge?" she asked.
"No, it's about him making Cheyenne sit out yesterday."
"Why?" Miss Calloway asked me.
"You didn't even know about it?" Morris said in astonishment.
Miss Calloway looked at him coldly. "Mr. Morris, these are middle school girls. Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen. Sometimes they need to be punished. Tony, Tami, even Stephy and I hand out laps, sit-ups, or time-outs all the time. We usually don't bother discussing it."
"But he made her sit out the entire practice."
"Why?" she asked, and I explained about the double back. Miss Calloway looked back at Morris. "She's lucky. I would have sent her home."
Cheyenne, standing next to her dad, lost her color.
"For the week," Miss Calloway added.
"I just want to understand," Mr. Hollowell said. "Tony, if she's almost got the trick, why not let her do it?"
"Because she's ALMOST got it. She's been working them at the club with Gary or Justin spotting her. I'm not that good. I've spotted a few double backs working with Megan Cressey. She's a level nine and can do them whether I spot right or not. Plus, the floor at the club is a lot better than this one. More spring on the takeoff and more give on the landing. She's got a lot of talent, but I didn't think it was safe." I noticed that the girls had finished their stretching, but nobody left. They all sat on the mat, pretending not to listen.
"I understand," Mr. Hollowell said.
"I just don't think high school kids as coaches is a good idea," Morris said.
"I don't think this team would have done nearly as well as they did last year without Tony. And it's getting big enough that I know I can't handle it by myself this year," Miss Calloway said.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Morris said as if that settled it.
"If you fire my brother, I'll quit," Traci said. "That'll make the team smaller." She stood and came over and hugged me.
"I'll quit too," Kelly said.
"Me, too," Susie added, then every single one of the others chimed in, too.
"No one's getting fired," Mr. Hollowell said, "And no one's quitting." He pointed to the locker room, and the girls scampered away. "Mr. Morris, as Miss Calloway reminded me, Tony coached the eighth grade baseball team when he was only an eighth grader himself, mostly while I stood around and watched. He IS an outstanding natural coach. As principal, I am very happy that he has volunteered all this time to work with our girls.
"If you feel that high school students coaching other grades is a problem, you can take it up with the school board, most of whom already know Tony. As for Cheyenne's punishment yesterday, it seems to me that Tony let her off too easy, but her punishment is his problem, and if he's satisfied, I am. But safety is the most important thing here, and if she tries something like that again, I'll drop her from the team myself. I will not allow any of these girls to disobey orders and turn herself into a quadriplegic."
Morris looked stunned.
"Anything more?" Mr. Hollowell asked.
Morris shook his head.
"Then we're done here."
"Cheyenne," I said before she and her dad could leave. She looked up. "We need you. On time tomorrow?"
She looked surprised but nodded.
"Keep working your double with Gary," I said with a smile. "You've almost got it. The one you did yesterday was awesome."
Chapter 17
"TONY SIMS. PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE."
I looked at Tami, and she shrugged. Robbie, on my other side, was no better help. Then I looked at Mrs. Conners. She was looking at me.
"I have a topic," I said with a big smile. "Resolved: Teenagers and debate teachers are prone to auditory hallucinations, but should learn to ignore them."
Mrs. Conners smiled but inclined her head to the door.
I sighed, picked up my books, and left, wondering which of my past indiscretions was coming back to haunt me now. I was just passing my locker when the final bell rang, and that meant speed round was starting. And this semester Mrs. Conners was getting tough. Well, tougher. She was docking points for every "uh," "ah," or other unnecessary pause.
I stepped into the office. Melissa Bates, a senior I knew to say hi to, was standing behind the counter, buffing her nails and reading a magazine. Mr. Reed was sitting on the extra desk, chatting with Mrs. Hatcher. I walked up to the counter. "Hi, folks."
"Tony, you have a phone call," Mrs. Hatcher said. I raised an eyebrow. "It's Mr. Hollowell at the middle school." She pointed at the phone on her desk.
"Thank you," I said as I came around the counter. Damn. I guessed the Morris business hadn't gone away. The pickledick had probably gone to Butz. I realized that I'd thought of Morris as pickledick and decided no more cousins for me, either. They were contagious.
"Hi, this is Tony."
"Tony, this is Mr. Hollowell. We have a problem."
"Mr. Morris," I sighed.
"No, I haven't heard anything more from him and don't expect to."
"Then..."
"Traci got in a fight."
"SHE DID WHAT?" I realized that six eyeballs were locked on me, but I ignored them.
"She got in a fight. I've tried your house and your mom's and dad's offices, but I can't reach them."
"Mom's in Portland and Dad's in Olympia. I've kind of got the duty right now. I'll be there in five."
I hung up the phone and looked at Mr. Reed. "Traci's in trouble, and I need to go over there. She..."
He smiled. "Go."
"I'll take care of signing you out," Mrs. Hatcher said.
I started around the counter.
"Tony." I looked back at Mr. Reed. "Ever hear of the mother's curse?"
Mother's curse? Oh. "May you have a kid just like you?"
"That's the one," he said, smiling.
I waited. There had to be more.
"Your mother's curse must be especially strong. It's starting early."
His damn smile had become a grin, so I stuck my tongue out at him and stuck my thumbs in my ears and wiggled my fingers for good measure.
* * *
'It's been an interesting week,' I thought as I drove to the middle school. Monday, Cheyenne tries to give me heart attack doing a double by herself. Yesterday, Morris tries to get me fired from coaching. And today, little Traci gets in a fight. Tomorrow was an away meet, and I didn't even want to think what was going to happen there.
* * *
Mr. Hollowell was in the office when I walked in. He was talking to a secretary I didn't know. She was new this year, and if Traci had mentioned her name, I'd forgotten it. I nodded. "Can I talk to Traci for a minute?"
"She's in Mr. Banks' room. It's empty this period," Mr. Hollowell said with a nod.
Mr. Banks had the classroom next to the office. I went in. Traci was sitting in a straight chair under the front whiteboard, looking miserable. I walked to the front of the classroom, took a seat in Mr. Banks' chair, and looked at her. She looked back for a few seconds, then felt the need to inspect her shoelaces.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"No."
I watched her for a minute as she checked out her shoes, then the door, then the window where a light rain was beating. "Okay," I said, stood, and pushed Mr. Banks' chair back under his desk.
"Tony?" she said quietly when I was halfway to the door.
I turned and looked at her.
"Are you mad?""Should I be?"
She stood up, then changed her mind and sat back down. She was looking towards me, but not at me. "It's just... Well, Mom left you in charge, then I go and..."
"Trace, one fight in thirteen years doesn't exactly make you a gangbanger."
"It's... uh... kinda not the first."
"It isn't?"
"I kinda got in a brawl with Torrie Wachman in the sixth grade and got suspended for three days."
"You did?" Where was I?
"And Beth Middleston in fourth. I asked Mom not to tell you, and we kept it a secret."
"A good secret." My sister the gangbanger.
"Are you mad?"
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Later."
"Okay. Before I try to talk Mr. Hollowell out of suspending you for a week, is there anything else I should know? Smoking? Cheating scandals? Gun running?"
Traci shook her head.
I smiled. "I'm not mad. But I wish Dad hadn't told me last week that I'm not as good as Sergeant Bilko."
"Huh?"
* * *
"Have you got one of those big paddle boards with the round holes in it? Mom and Dad put me in charge of her. I can authorize a public spanking. We'll call an assembly before school gets over."
Mr. Hollowell smiled. "Tony, stop trying to play me. And for the record, I took psych in college and know all about reverse psychology."
I grinned. "Force of habit."
"When does your mother come back? I'll need to talk to her. And Traci will be suspended for a week."
"Dad comes back Friday evening. Mom thinks she'll be here Saturday afternoon. But you don't need to talk to her, she left me in charge. I'll handle it."
"She may have left you in charge, but I doubt she expected anything like this."
"Trace has been in three fights in eight years of school. Mom handled the first two. Maybe I can do a better job."
Mr. Hollowell looked surprised. "I really have to..."
"You have to speak to a student's parent or guardian. Mom put me in charge. That makes me the loco parent."
"It's called in loco parentis. It..." Mr. Hollowell saw my grin and stopped. "Tony, this is serious."
"And Traci WILL know that. I promise."
"Are you just trying to keep her out of trouble with your parents?"
"That and a little blackmail. You never know when you'll need some leverage with a little sister." Mr. Hollowell opened his mouth, but I held my hand up. "Sir, I don't like fighting. That's why I always tried to avoid them and almost always succeeded. I guess Trace's had two other fights. I don't know the details, but Mom dealt with them, and it didn't stick. I can come at her from two angles. I'm in charge, and she knows and accepts that. But I'm also a peer. I'm just a few years older."
Mr. Hollowell nodded.
"And trust me, she won't enjoy her one-day suspension."
"I said a week."
"Did you? I must have misheard. I figured one day was enough to get the message across, and since she's been a good student the last couple years..."
Mr. Hollowell sighed.
"Did Traci start it?"
"Uh... I got different stories from the witnesses. Jaime says Traci started it, and Traci declined to comment." I didn't remember Traci mentioning a girl named Jaime she was having trouble with.
"If you need to know, I can get Traci to tell me, but otherwise we can call it mutual combat and let it go with a pair of one-day suspensions."
Mr. Hollowell sighed again. "Planning on law school?"
"Hell no. I hate to argue."
"I'm not sure that Jaime's parents will be happy about Traci only getting a one day suspension. He lost..."
"He? Jaime's a guy?"
Mr. Hollowell nodded. "You didn't know?"
"Nobody said."
"Anyway, Jaime lost at least one tooth. His mom has him at the dentist now. They may think Traci deserves more than one day."
"That would mean Jaime gets more than one day too, since we don't know who started the fight. You could remind them of that. AND remind them that no matter who started it, it takes two to make a fight."
Mr. Hollowell smiled. "I don't think that's what you said when you had yours."
"I think I said that Peter threw the first punch. The first three punches. I don't think I ever said that I didn't start it."
Both Mr. Hollowell's eyebrows shot up. "You might also point out that since Traci will be suspended tomorrow she'll be missing a meet, and that will punish her a lot."
Mr. Hollowell nodded. "Okay, for the moment we'll call her suspension one day. I'll be talking to Jaime's parents after school. If that changes anything, I'll let you know."
"Fair enough," I agreed. "I'm guessing that her suspension has already started?" He nodded. "Is it okay with you if she goes to practice tonight..." Mr. Hollowell started to protest but I held my hand up. "Goes to practice tonight, but does not participate, and that includes talking to the team. It would be easier on me and harder on her than sitting at home."
Mr. Hollowell thought for a moment, then nodded. "We're agreed?"
I nodded. "You're the boss."
Mr. Hollowell gently shook his head. "Sometimes, I think we both wonder about that."
* * *
The end-of-day bell was ringing as I collected Traci. We hustled to the gym. Miss Calloway was already there, sitting on the same stack of mats I'd put Cheyenne on and working on her grade book.
"Tony, you're early," she said as we walked up.
"I had something to do. Now, I've got to run back and pick up Tami and Stephy."
"Okay."
"Traci will not be participating today, but she will be watching silently. Can you keep an eye on her while I run to the high school.
Miss Calloway looked surprised. I guessed she hadn't heard about the fight yet, but she nodded.
I pointed, and Traci sat down next to her. I put my hands on Traci's shoulders and looked straight at her. "I am not mad. But you are being punished. Today you will sit here and not say a word. If you need to go to the bathroom or anything, you'll raise your hand just like in class. When Tami or I or Miss Calloway see you, you may come over and ask. Do we understand each other?"
Traci looked like an embarrassed five-year-old, but she nodded, then I sprinted for my car.
* * *
We got back just as the girls finished stretching. Kelly and Suzie headed for Traci.
"Ladies!" I yelled. They all hurried over. "Some of you may know why, the rest will hear, but Traci is an untouchable today."
"You, like, mean chasing bad guys with tommy guns?" Suzie asked.
"No, I, like, mean the lowest class of person in India. Untouchables are ignored. They are not seen, they are not talked to. Bad things happen to girls who don't ignore untouchables."
"Traci's my friend," Kelly protested.
"Traci's still your friend. That's an untouchable. Traci will be back on Friday. Now! Vaulters line up, everybody else stations," I ordered. I think it was the first time I realized that Morris had been right. I did run the practices, and Miss Calloway let me.
* * *
About halfway through practice I saw Kelly sneak over to Traci. I watched for a minute. I could see Kelly's mouth moving, but Traci's stayed shut. "Kelly, two laps!" I yelled. "Then beam."
* * *
"Tony, can I talk to you?" Cheyenne asked as practice finished.
"Sure. Tami, would you escort the untouchable to the car?" Tami nodded. "Remember, that no talking thing goes for coaches too." Tami started to stick her tongue out, changed her mind, stuck her nose in the air, and walked out with my sister. I grinned at their backs.
"What can I do for you Miss Wyoming?" I said turning back to Cheyenne. The others had all left.
"Miss Wyoming?"
"Aren't you the capital?"
Cheyenne looked disgusted.
"Sorry, you probably get things like that too much."
"Yeah."
"Your tumbling looked real clean today." She hadn't thrown her double, but she'd tried just about everything else in the book. "What would you like?"
"Uh... yesterday I had team at the club after practice here."
I nodded.
"Daddy talked to Gary about everything that happened. The double and everything."
"Yeah?"
"Gary exploded. He kicked me out of the gym and said he wasn't sure he'd wanted me back."
I nodded again. "Gary runs a good program. He's big on safety. I don't think he's ever had a big injury in the club. He doesn't want you to be the first."
Now Cheyenne nodded. "He went ballistic on my dad, saying the only thing you did wrong was not get tough enough on me. He said a lot of the same things about safety and injuries."
I grinned. "Gary's got a thing about safety, but he's also got a thing about parents second guessing coaches. You know, when you did your double Monday, it was awesome. You had good height and good rotation, and just barely over-rotated your landing which made you sit out, and a lot of level nines and tens who've been doing them for a while do that too. But when I looked over and saw you in the air, you scared the hell out of me. 'Cause if you seriously over- or under-rotated you could have snapped your pretty little neck."
"Gary said that too. I'm sorry."
"I'll call Gary tonight. He'll take you back."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you call him for me."
I hesitated, deciding just how blunt I wanted to be. "Cheyenne, I really don't like you." Her face clouded. "You are a major brat who's a lot more concerned about yourself than anyone around you." I saw a tear form in the corner of her eye then streak down her cheek.
"But I think, I hope, you'll outgrow that. I also think you're very talented, and I want to see you push yourself as far as you can go."
She nodded slightly.
"As long as you push yourself the right way. Deal?"
She nodded again.
"Go home and get some sleep. You're all-arounding tomorrow, and I want you rested.She nodded, turned, and fled to the locker room as I wondered if I was going to hear from her dad about that little speech.
* * *
I drove home, sent Traci in the house to start homework, and walked Tami and Kelly home. The rain had stopped. "Kelly, Traci's untouchable until seven Friday morning," I said when we'd stopped in front of Tami's house. "I hope you won't disappoint me again."
"But..."
"Kelly," I said warningly.
"You used to be a lot more fun," she muttered as she nodded and walked to her house.
"It's okay, I still think you're fun," Tami whispered then kissed me.
"Tonight, I think you're in the minority."
* * *
Traci was at the dining room table doing homework when I walked in. I ignored her and went to the kitchen to figure out dinner. I thought about having a steak while giving Traci bread and water, but decided that might be pushing the point. Finally, I decided on some shrimp scampi over pasta. I got everything working, then went out and sat across the table from Traci.
She looked up. "You're really not mad?"
I shrugged. "Things happen. Want to tell me what happened?"
Traci looked hesitant.
"Before you answer that, I've already decided on punishment. If you don't want to answer, it won't make a difference."
"It just happened."
"Okay. First of all, Mr. Hollowell is suspending you for one day."
"Only one?" Traci said in surprise. "It's supposed to be at least three days for fighting. Usually a week."
"Well," I said, buffing my fingernails on my chest. "I have some Polaroids of Mr. Hollowell and Mrs. Kreiger at the teachers' Christmas party last year..."
"Tony!"
"No, he and I bargained. We decided that a one-day vacation is all you get."
Traci looked relieved.
"It's not going to be a fun day."
Traci nodded. "I know. You're going to tell Mom?" she asked in a little girl voice.
"Do you think I should?"
She sighed. "I guess you have to."
"I don't have to do anything. Do you think I should?"
Traci hesitated then nodded resignedly. "I promised I wouldn't get in any more fights after Torrie Wachman in the sixth grade."
"I guess your promise wasn't worth much."
"But Jaime... I guess it wasn't. She'll be so disappointed in me."
"I'm not going to say anything to Mom or Dad. And unless you have more trouble at school, I don't think Mr. Hollowell will."
"He won't?"
I nodded. "Ready to hear about tomorrow?
"No... I... Jaime is such a..."
"Go ahead, say it," I encouraged.
"A pickledick."
I smiled.
"He just... nobody likes him, he's just annoying."
I nodded again. "I've known a few guys like that."
"He's always asking girls out. Almost no one ever goes with him. He's asked me a few times." Traci made a face, and I wished I had a camera with me to capture it. "I was hanging with Kelly before sixth period and he came over. She just broke up with Mike Hayward...?"
She waited and I nodded, though I hadn't known Kelly was going with the eighth-grade quarterback, let alone had broken up with him.
"He asked her to the dance at the Elks on Saturday, and I made some kind of joke, I don't even remember what it was. He got mad and started saying some things. Mostly about the team and how we'd never won a single meet."
"In his defense, we haven't."
"I know, but I didn't need that son-of-a-bitch rubbing it in my face. Anyway, Kelly and I kind of ignored him. Then he started on Peter. So, I said I'd heard that he and Billy Lorenski, his best friend, had been getting pretty friendly in the showers after P.E. He slapped me, and I decked him."
"You know, there's really no excuse for fighting. Unless he was talking about me of course."
Traci smiled weakly.
"But that comes close. Of course, if you hadn't decked him, knocking out a tooth, I heard, he'd probably be suspended for a week right now, instead of a day like you."
"He's only suspended for a day? That's not fair."
"Life's not fair. Besides, you didn't bother to tell me or Mr. Hollowell the story, and I guess the witnesses couldn't decide who started it."
"Oh."
"I understand why it happened, and I don't blame you much, but fighting in school isn't good."
"I know."
"Tonight, you'll be working on homework all night. If you run out of assignments, work ahead." Traci nodded. "Tomorrow, you'll spend ALL day working around the house and doing homework. Even when I go to the meet."
"The meet! I forgot about the meet."
"You might as well keep forgetting about it."
"Can I go and watch?"
"No." I felt bad about that, but Mr. Hollowell had been real flexible, and I didn't want to take advantage. Not more advantage.
"Okay."
"Friday, you start with a clean slate."
"Okay."
"It could be a lot worse. And if it happens again, it will be," I threatened.
"You're not a bad brother."
"And if I had a brother, I'd want him to have a right hook just like yours."
Traci grinned, then went back to her homework.
* * *
The clock said three minutes after nine. I looked over her shoulder as Traci finished a page of problems from her math book. "Okay, put it away," I said. I glanced at the sink full of dishes and felt a little guilty, but the dishes were only one of Traci's chores for tomorrow.
"I'm going to take a walk with Tami, then it's bedtime." Traci nodded without enthusiasm. "Tami and I will probably take thirty minutes." Traci looked up at me and nodded again. "You and Peter can have ten."
"We can?"
I nodded, trying to suppress a smile. I remembered when I had been grounded and Mom let me have a few minutes with Tami each night. I'd decided when I saw Traci ignore Kelly in the gym. "If you want to follow Tam and me like usual, okay. If you want to go your own way, that's fine too."
Traci grinned. "Tomorrow?"
"We'll see tomorrow."
We grabbed jackets, and Traci skipped out of the house. She didn't look like someone getting punished.
* * *
The next day wasn't a lot of fun. For either of us. I took the day from school and supervised as Traci cleaned the house. In her and our parent's bedrooms, I had her take everything out and move furniture, then shampoo the carpets with a cleaner I rented at Safeway. In the bathrooms, she was on her hands and knees scrubbing grout with a toothbrush. Yesterday, I wasn't a bad brother. I didn't think I'd ask her today.
Her breaks were homework. Since she'd finished all her assignments yesterday, mostly I drilled her on her books.
Just before two, Robbie showed up.
"What's she doing here?" Traci asked from the chair she was standing on, dusting the top of the glass-fronted curio cabinet Mom had in the living room.
"She's your babysitter."
"I don't need a..." Traci stopped when I gave her a look.
"Here's a list of chores." I handed Robbie the list I'd typed up earlier. "After an hour-and-a-half of cleaning, she gets a half-an-hour break for homework. She finished everything that was assigned, so she can read ahead, or you can drill on what she's already done. Zero fun."
Robbie nodded. "Aye, aye Captain Bligh."
"That's Admiral Bligh. I was promoted," I said with a grin, then escaped to my car before Robbie could come up with a comeback. I had to get to the high school and pick up Tami and Stephy, then meet the team to get on the bus.
* * *
"LADIES!" I yelled after Tami, Stephy, Miss Calloway, and the driver had gotten off. The bus got quiet. All the girls were sitting straight in their seats, waiting.
"Ya won one. What more is there to say?"
Cheyenne raised her hand, and I nodded to her. "We could say we wish Traci were here."
I don't think the surprise showed on my face. Maybe she was going to try. "And we do. Go stuff yourselves."
Kelly jumped up, hugged me, and raced for the door. Then Suzie hugged me and followed her. One by one, all the girls gave me a hug until only Cheyenne was left. "I do wish she were here," Cheyenne said as she stood up.
"Then maybe I was wrong."
"Maybe you weren't. Gary called me last night. I can come back to practice tomorrow."
"Good."
Cheyenne looked at me as if trying to figure me out. Then she grabbed me in a quick hug and vanished out the bus door.
Win one little meet and they get all emotional on you.
* * *
"How'd it go?"
Robbie was reading in Dad's chair when I got home just before eleven.
Robbie closed her book. "Fine. She's asleep. She finished your list. How'd the team do?"
"We finally won one. So how many games of cribbage did you play?"
Robbie turned red. "Just a couple. For her arithmetic skills."
"Un huh."
"See if I babysit for you again," she said indignantly.
"How many did she win?"
Robbie looked away. "Three out of five."
"As long as she didn't have fun beating you."
"God, I hate you sometimes."
"Tami says that a lot. Maybe you two should compare notes. Did Traci get her walk with Peter?"
"She did. You're not Captain Bligh, you're the captain of the Good Ship Lollipop."
"Nah. I would have slapped that Shirley Temple brat clean off the boat."
Robbie shook her head, kissed me, and left.
Traci had told me she only had one class with Jaime. Second period. I'd told her that at the beginning of class she'd ask the teacher, then stand in front of the class and apologize to Jaime for knocking him on his butt and knocking a tooth out. In those words. Traci would be embarrassed, and that was part of her punishment, but I'd bet my college fund that Jaime would be more embarrassed.
'All in all, a not unsuccessful suspension,' I decided as I headed for bed.
Chapter 18
Mom got home Saturday afternoon and immediately collapsed in Dad's chair.
"Long day?" Dad asked.
"Long four days."Sometimes I'm sorry I took that promotion."
"Tell you what... Dad, if you'll make a store run for me, I'll cook a dinner to revive any tired mother."
"Deal," Mom said before Dad could have an opinion.
I wrote out a quick shopping list. "Why don't you take the brat. She needs to get out."
Dad hesitated.
"Maybe you could buy her an ice cream, do some of that father-daughter bonding stuff."
The look Dad gave me was not entirely trusting.
"Mom, I've got something I think you'll appreciate," I said after Dad and Trace had left. I went to my room and got Bill O'Reilly's new book. I brought it out and handed it to her.
"It's bookmarked," I said as I retreated to the kitchen to start preparations. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Tami. "I'm doing the gourmet thing for Mom. She just got home and she's tired. Want to join us? Your mom too."
Tami laughed. "Your idea of gourmet is a steak cooked medium rare."
"And your point?"
Tami laughed again. "I'll ask and call you back."
I went back into the living room. Mom was staring at the pink paper I'd used as a bookmark.
"Oops. You're not supposed to see that," I said, snatching it out of her hand and stuffing it in my pocket.
"Tony!"
"No comment."
"Tony!" she said again. I stood mute. "Your sister got in a fight and got suspended?"
"No comment."
Mom stared at me, and it wasn't pleasant. "But she only got suspended for one day?"
"No comment."
"You talked to Mr. Hollowell?"
"No comment."
"Somehow you talked Mr. Hollowell into one day instead of three or four. The living room's spotless. Traci did this?"
"No comment."
Mom kept putting the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. "One day, so the other girl is okay."
I figured that needed some clarification. "Oh, boy! I can't wait for dinner."
"A boy! Traci got in a fight with a boy?"
"No comment."
"He's okay?"
"I heard the only injuries at Trace's school Wednesday were a loose tooth and some manly pride."
Mom nodded. "And you promised you wouldn't tell?"
"No comment."
"And just happened to leave her suspension form in your book?"
"It was handy."
"You are a sneaky so-and-so," Mom said after she'd stared at me for two minutes.
I grinned. "No comment."
"You obviously think Traci's been punished and I should ignore this."
I started to say 'No comment,' but Mom raised her index finger in my direction and I took the hint.
"Is she going to tell me about this?"
"She's a good kid." Which I hope Mom translated as fifty-fifty.
Mom picked up the book in her lap and started reading. "This dinner better be damned good," she said threateningly.
"No comment," I said as I retreated to the kitchen.
My life is complicated, but sometimes it works.
* * *
I was sitting in Dad's chair, exhausted. Mentally exhausted. There was a Scooby-Doo cartoon on the screen in front of me, and that was too much to concentrate on. Robbie, Tami and I had been debating welfare.
It started at Robbie's house. We'd been playing three-handed pinochle with Fox News on the television in the background. A nice easy Sunday after dealing with Traci's suspension and everything else.
There was a story on about a single welfare mother with five kids who won twelve million dollars in the lottery.
"It's nice that she won that money," Tami said.
"It's a waste," Robbie commented. "She'll probably blow it in a couple years and be back on welfare."
"Twelve million dollars?" Tami asked in surprise."
"Twelve million dollars," Robbie agreed. "She should at least have to pay back all the welfare she's gotten."
My first mistake was having an opinion. My second was talking. "What's really wrong is a welfare mother with five kids. If she's on welfare and has a baby, the state should offer to have her tubes tied. If she has a second, they should throw her off welfare and let her starve."
"Tony!" both girls said together.
"Who are you, Adolf Hitler?" Robbie said. "Forced sterilization."
"First of all, I wouldn't force anybody. But if someone can't even take care of herself, she has no business bringing a baby into the world. But accidents happen. After the first 'accident' I would give them the option of having their tubes tied and I'd make sure they understood the consequences if they didn't. Second accident, and they're on their own."
"I can't believe you'd be so heartless," Tami said. "A little baby..."
"I said the mother would be in the street. The kids would be taken care of. Orphanages may not be wonderful, but I think in some cases the kids would be better off."
"Tony!"
"I notice you put it all on the woman," Robbie said dryly.
"Not at all. But the woman is easier to identify. If you can track the father, the same deal should apply. First baby, vasectomy. Second baby, off the welfare roles. And as long as I'm being heartless, I'd grab the dough too. If a welfare recipient wins the lottery, the welfare department should grab it all, because they had no business playing it in the first place.
It went downhill from there. Debating Robbie is never easy. Say the right thing the wrong way and she'd pounce. And Tami was no slouch either. I think I held my own, but if we'd had a judge, I'm not sure which side got the win.
Now I tried to concentrate on a cartoon mutt. Tami had gone to dinner with her mother and the family of one of her mother's friends. Robbie was at her house probably planning to take over the world and Mom and Dad were having dinner at the Holiday Inn with some of Mom's coworkers. Traci was in the back with Peter.
Maybe I could just zone out for a couple hours, then go to bed and this week would be over.
"You did WHAT with Robbie!" Peter's voice brought me back. There was a different cartoon on the screen, one I didn't recognize. I looked at my watch. I'd been sitting here an hour. I listened, and the back of the trailer had gone quiet again.
I guessed that Traci had decided that tonight was the night for honesty, and that included her experiments with Robbie.
I decided that the cartoon on the screen was stupid but didn't have the motivation to reach for the remote six inches from my hand.
"KELLY! My sister?" Peter's voice startled me again.
Traci and Kelly? I'd never suspected. I managed to stand and walked through the kitchen to the utility room that connected to the main hallway. I listened but couldn't hear any more from the back bedroom. Peter was a smart kid. He'd realize that Traci had just been experimenting and that she and he were meant...
"Your BROTHER!"
Oh, fuck. I couldn't believe she'd told him about that. Hell, I hadn't even thought of it when she was talking about honesty.
"Your own brother!" Peter wailed. "You, you..." Then Traci's door slammed open and Peter raced down the hallway.
"Peter, are you okay?" I asked, stepping out of the utility room.
"YOUR OWN SISTER!" he screamed, and his fist slammed into my stomach. I stumbled backwards and caught myself against the washing machine.
The front door slammed.
I straightened up and took a deep breath. Peter was no fighter, certainly no Monster Girl. I walked down the hallway to Traci's room. She was sitting on her bed, tears freely streaming down her cheeks. "Are you okay?"
She looked up at me. "No." She wiped some tears away, to little effect. "So much for honesty."
I walked over and sat down beside her. "It sounded like you told him everything."
"Oh, Tony!" She buried her face against my shoulder.
"It's okay. He'll come back. It may take a while, but..."
"I don't think so," she said, her voice partially muffled. "I told him about Gary. He was the first one, the one on the road trip. Peter wasn't mad, he said it was okay. I told him about the others, and he was cool."
I wondered just how many others, then decided that I didn't want or need to know.
Traci looked up at me. The tears had stopped flowing but her face was red and puffy. "I told him about Robbie, and he freaked a little, but then calmed down."
I smiled and nodded. She knew I knew about Robbie. I think she also knew that I tried hard not to think about it.
"I told him about Kelly, and that bothered him. Mostly 'cause Kelly's his little sister."
"I hadn't known about Kelly."
Traci blushed. It was hard to tell with her already red face, but I could.
"We just... just fooled around a little."
I nodded. "Then you told him about us?"
"There was no us. It was me. You didn't want to. But Peter freaked. You heard him."
"I did." I decided that I didn't need to mention he sucker punched me on the way out.
"What am I going to do?"
I put my arm around her and hugged her tight. "You're going to take a hot bath and go to bed. In the morning, everything will be better or it won't. You're just going to have to take it one day at a time."
"Maybe I shouldn't have told him," Traci said, reaching up and wiping the remaining tears away.
"Maybe you shouldn't," I agreed.
"Life is complicated," she sighed.
I've only hit my sister once. But when she said those three words I'd used so often I wanted to slap her silly.
Chapter 19
"Okay, Trace, you're up."
Traci frowned but stood up. "I don't know why you signed me up for this. I've been vaulting like shit."
That was the truth. Since her fight with Peter almost a month ago, she hadn't been worth much of anything, in gymnastics or school. I'd told Mom about the fight with Peter, though not what it was about, and convinced her to give Traci some space to work it out.
Now I was ignoring my own advice.
I ignored her comment, smiled at her, then walked up to the vaulting table and announced her vault to the judges.Traci's run reminded me of a bull moose after a twelve-pack of beer. Not that I've ever seen a bull moose after a twelve-pack of beer. She hit the board, flew in the air, and somehow managed to get upside down. Then instead of hitting the vaulting table and popping up to finish her vault, she kind of landed on it and fell off, though she did finish on her feet.
"I told you," she said after she'd saluted the judges.
"No, I'm going to tell you. This is our last meet. The district championship, and a lot of our girls want to finish better than fifth like we did last year. I signed you up for this event because you're a damn good vaulter. But if you'd rather mope about Peter than help your team, you might as well go sit down.
"I know what you felt for Peter. And I know what's going on now is hurting, but ditching the rest of your life is not an option. You can go talk to him and see if you can make it better, or you can forget about him, but this feeling sorry for yourself is done. Now get out of my face, and go sit down. I'll tell the judges you're scratching." Traci glared at me, but I turned my back on her.
When I turned back, Traci was at the end of the runway looking determined. I didn't smile no matter how much I wanted to. I signaled Traci to throw her new vault, then told the judges.
This time Traci's run still reminded me of a bull moose, but a bull moose that wasn't going to get stopped by anything short of a bigger bull moose. Traci did a roundoff onto the springboard and exploded into the air. She landed on her hands on the table, exploded again and twisted a complete rotation before her perfect landing. Now I smiled.
"Bastard," she said between clenched teeth after saluting the judges. "I never want to talk to you again."
I nodded, though she'd already turned her back to walk away. She disappeared into a small mob of girls full of congratulations, hugs and kisses. I could live with not talking to Traci as long as she rejoined the rest of the world.
"How come you're not in the middle of that?" I asked Kelly as she stood off the side and stretched her wrists and neck.
"I need to focus on my vault."
"Okaaaayyyyy."
Kelly gave me a dirty look, then glanced at the judges table where they were just putting up a nine point six five for Traci's vault. Her best ever.
She glanced at my sister, who hadn't noticed yet. A smile snuck onto her face, then quickly disappeared.
'Now what?' I wondered as Suzie got ready to vault.
It had been a rough month. Not even my birthday last week could cheer it up. Of course, seventeen is kind of a blah year. I mean, turn fifteen and you get your learner's permit. Sixteen and you get your license. Eighteen and you can vote. But seventeen is just kind of there.
Mostly, Traci sat in her room and listened to music. Kelly was around the first week, but after that it was Ann, and she hadn't changed much.
I tried to talk to Traci a couple of times, but no luck.
I was kind of surprised that it kept going on. I could understand Peter getting upset. I mean, it was a lot to handle all at once. Especially the part about Traci and me. Hell, I still don't handle that part very well. But he and Trace seemed so natural together that I thought he would get over it.
Of course, Tami and I were pretty natural together, and our fights always lasted way too long.
"Traci, awesome vault. I saw your score," I said as I rejoined the team after vault was over. I have never been so thoroughly ignored in my life.
"You were a little rough on her," Cheyenne said quietly.
I bit my tongue to stifle the first response that came to mind. "Cheyenne, I really appreciate that you're trying to be more about the team, but trust me, this is one you don't want to get in the middle of."
Cheyenne looked like she had to reject her first thought too. "Okay."
"Cheyenne!"
She looked startled. We were just getting ready for our one-touch on floor. In long meets, like districts, they give the next four or five gymnasts in a rotation a one-touch warm-up just before they competed. On vault, bars, and beam, that meant exactly like it sounded. The gymnast got to touch the apparatus one time. That's one vault or one sequence of three or four moves on beam and bars. On floor, three or four tumbling passes.
"Coach?" she said tentatively as she walked over.
"You feeling your double?"
Her face lit up. "You mean it?"
"Gary said if you were having a good day, you could throw it. You want to do it today or save it for the club meet next week?"
"Are you kidding?"
I took that as a yes. "Okay, we're going to throw it on your first tumbling pass when you've got lots of energy."
The judge signaled we could start one-touch.
"Right now, I want your second pass first, then your third pass, then we'll try two doubles and decide from there."
Cheyenne nodded and ran to the corner to wait her turn.
Cheyenne's second tumbling pass was a front handspring into a front flip, walking out into a roundoff Shusanova. A Shusanova is where she rebounds out of the roundoff, does a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree straddle jump, but lands with her whole body flat on the ground. "Too much knees," I said when she finished.
Her third tumbling pass was her easiest. For her anyway. A double-twisting back flip.
"Good height, but you over-rotated a little."
Cheyenne nodded, probably having already figured that out.
"You ready for this?"
She nodded again.
As Kelly finished her third pass, I walked out onto the floor, then nodded to Cheyenne. She nodded back, looked down at the floor for a second, then exploded in her run. Roundoff, back handspring, then punch into the air. I was there when she punched, but saw she didn't need any extra power. Cheyenne pulled her knees up sharply and started her rotation, one, she was looking good, two, I was set up under her, saw her open up and knew she had it. I backed off.
"I nailed it," Cheyenne said with a huge grin as she ran to the corner to wait her last practice pass.
"You did," I agreed. "Do it like that in the meet and the judges may have to figure out what comes after ten."
Impossibly, Cheyenne's grin got bigger.
"You want me out there?"
I could see the word no on her lips, but she hesitated. "Am I safe without you?"
I smiled. "Cheyenne, no trick questions. If you're confident, I'm confident."
Cheyenne looked out at the floor. "I'm good."
I nodded and moved over next to Tami. Cheyenne's second double was even better than her first.
I hugged Kelly as she ran off the floor. It was probably her best floor routine this year. In fact, everyone seemed to have peaked tonight. Cheyenne got the signal to start from the judge and walked out to the middle of the floor and took her starting pose.
Tami, over on side, saw she was ready and started her music. Cheyenne started her routine on the third measure, dancing her way to the far corner. The music changed, Cheyenne glanced at me, then burst into her first tumbling pass. After her back handspring she exploded upward into what looked to me to be a textbook double. She landed, grinned, then danced away.
When she finished her routine just over a minute later she saluted the judges, then tackled me in a hug. "How are your grades?" I asked when I got my breath back.
"My grades?"
"IF you flunk, we can do this again next year."
We gathered our stuff and moved off to the side of the gym. There was still one school to go on floor and several competitors on beam and bars. Vault looked like it was done.
"Looks like you've got a new favorite," Kelly said with more than a touch of spite as she shouldered her gym bag.
"Not hardly. You're still my favorite munchkin. When you talk to me at least. You haven't been by the house in a couple weeks."
"I... I've been busy with other friends and stuff."
"Un huh. At least Cheyenne doesn't lie to me." I walked past her to the rest of the team.
"Ladies!" I yelled. The girls all sat up straighter in their seats. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Tami, Stephy, and Miss Calloway hadn't gone into the pizza place like usual but were hanging just outside the bus. "You are making my job almost impossible."
They were quiet, waiting.
"We have one little tradition. After a meet, I yell at ya." I noticed a couple of parents had joined the coaches outside the door. "But I have nothing to yell about."
"We came in third," Suzie suggested.
"Nah, I can't yell about that 'cause it's two places better than last year. And we have girls in all four event finals tomorrow. Besides--I think, I'll check the stats to be sure--but I think that every girl on this bus had at least one season best score, and for most of you, it was a personal best too.
"Seriously, I couldn't be prouder if I'd invented you. Just remember when anyone asks, I was your coach. Miss Calloway, Tami, and Stephy just sat around, ate bon bons and buffed their nails."
"I heard that!" Stephy's voice came from outside.
"What about next year?" Suzie asked.
"Next year? Unless your grades are worse than I've heard, there is no next year."
"What about high school gymnastics?"
"That's not up to me. If you want a team in high school next year, you need to get your parents off the sofa and to the school board meetings. They need to petition the board."
"Will you coach us if we get a team?" Cheyenne asked.
"I'd hate to desert the middle school, but we'll worry about it when you talk the board into it. Besides, whoever coaches the team may not even want me."
"They'd better," Suzie chimed in.
I grinned and shrugged. "Go eat too much pizza!" I yelled.Suzie was the first one into the aisle, and she hugged me. Cheyenne was second with my hug. Traci was the third one into the aisle, but she just pushed past me. One by one, all the girls gave me a hug until only Kelly was left, still sitting in her seat.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Anytime and anywhere," I said, swinging into the seat in front of her.
Kelly hesitated. "Do you know what she did?" she blurted finally.
"I assume we're talking about Traci. No idea. Is this about her and Peter?"
"No. Well, not really."
I waited. I'd learned my lesson last year. With Kelly, I had to wait until she was ready to talk.
"I guess it started there."
"Okay."
"When they had their fight, or broke up, or whatever they did, I decided that I wasn't going to let myself get sucked into it. Traci was my friend, and Peter's my brother." I noticed the past tense she'd used on Trace. "It kinda worked, but Peter kept giving me funny looks.
"I mentioned it to Traci, and she said... well... she... uh...."
"She said she'd told Peter that you and her had sex."
Kelly went crimson.
"You... how... when... I... uh... Did Traci tell you too?
"No. Actually, Peter did."
"Peter?"
"When Traci told him, he repeated it at full volume."
"How could she tell him something like that without talking to me first?"
"Come here," I said to stall for time. Kelly got up and came around the seat. I pulled her across my lap. "Traci had some secrets that she thought she should tell Peter to make their relationship more honest. She forgot the other people in those secrets. She's not real happy with how that turned out."
"Me and Traci, is that what has him weirded out? It was just a couple of times."
I hesitated. "No, I guess he was surprised but took that okay." I took a deep breath and looked straight at Kelly. "It was me and Traci that bothered him."
"YOU!"
I nodded. "It was just once. On the road trip. But Peter..."
Kelly sighed. "My brother's kind of conventional."
I nodded.
"But how could she tell him. What if he...?"
"Peter's not going to say anything about you."
"How can you be sure?" Kelly asked. "I mean, guys like to talk, and that's kind of juicy."
"Because Peter's known about you and me and Mikee and me for a long time."
"But how?"
"I never asked. But he and I were talking once and he told me he knew about me and his sisters. Peter you can trust. Now if Kenny had known... well, you might as well have put it on CNN."
Kelly nodded. "But Traci? How can I trust her?"
"I remember a couple years ago when someone who shall remain nameless told your parents about a present Alana was going to give them for their anniversary." Kelly turned crimson again. "Did Alana stop trusting you?"
"Maybe for a little while."
"But she got over it."
Kelly nodded. "You think I need to get over it?"
"I think right now, Traci needs all the friends she can get."
Chapter 20
"We need to talk."
So much for my dream of a quiet Sunday afternoon after a long weekend of gymnastics.
Traci stood over me looking pissed. She'd looked that way a lot this weekend. Kelly had just left. The two of them had been closeted together for almost three hours. "What makes you think I need your help with my friends?"
Okay, that's it. I stop trying to help. Sisters, at least.
"I..."
"Kelly told me you talked to her Friday after the meet."
"I did."
"Why?"
I got up out of Dad's chair. "Certain brats may have forgotten, since they've been so wrapped up in their own problems, but Kelly is my friend too. And MY FRIEND wanted to talk."
Traci's jaw dropped. I walked to my room and closed the door.
* * *
"Maybe I shouldn't go."
"Maybe you should quit the job you love and stay home. You can home school the brat. That way you can keep her in a bubble and protect her from the world."
"Tony!"
I think I managed to shock my mother. I smiled and let her think about it.
"You think I'm smothering her?"
I shrugged. "Not usually. Usually you have a sometimes irritating habit of letting us dig our own holes, then try to climb out. But right now your only daughter is hurting and you want to help. You want to make everything better."
"You don't?"
"I know I can't. Only Traci can make it better. Either she and Peter work something out, or she has to get over it."
"Damn. It's hell when your kids get smarter than you."
I smiled. "Not smarter, just more objective. I can take a step back and see that it's Traci who has to make the next move. You can't. You're Mom."
Mom climbed out of Dad's chair, came over, and ruffled my hair. "So we wait?"
"Patiently."
I sat on the sofa and watched as Mom paced the living room. Traci was over at Kelly's, which at least got her out of the house.
"If I strangle the kid, will you bury the body for me?"
"Peter?"
"It's all his fault she's hurting."
"It's..." Damn! "It's nobody's fault. It's just... one of those things."
"You know. You know, don't you? What this is all about."
Damn, Damn, Damn! When I'd told Mom about the fight I'd managed to give the impression that I didn't know what it was about. "Yes," I said finally."
"Then..."
I sighed. "You already know my answer to that. Is there any sense in us getting in a fight, too?"
"It's not your secret to tell," she said resignedly.
I nodded.
"But maybe I could help."
"If Trace wants you to know..."
Mom's turn to nod. "So I wait?"
"No, you go to Philadelphia. You sit through three days of meetings and pretend you couldn't have learned just as much in a one-page memo. You visit your old friend Mary and relive your glory years of protests and getting hauled off to jail. Then you call Dad and meet him in San Francisco for a weekend and wonder why you ever had kids." Dad had a planners' conference all week and had left today.
"What about baseball?"
"Doesn't start until next week. I actually have a week with nothing extra to do. No football, baseball, gymnastics. No play. Nothing."
"But she's not even talking to you."
"Which just means it's a quiet week, too."
* * *
"Can I talk to you?"
Traci stood in the door of my room, several large white specks in her hair giving me a hint that either the weather had changed or Traci needed a stronger shampoo.
"If you can wait three-and-a-half sentences..." I was just finishing a paper comparing international aid programs to the welfare state. I typed the last period and saved the paper, then turned to my sister. The white specks had disappeared, so I assumed they were snow and not dandruff.
"Yes?" Considering our conversation that afternoon, I tried to sound as neutral as I could.
"I... I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For jumping on you today. I thought you were interfering."
I smiled. "I'm a big brother. Interfering is in my job description."
Traci ignored my joke. "Kelly said she talked to you, not the other way around."
Traci stood, scuffing her feet.
"Did you get why she was mad?" I asked after a minute.
"Yeah, I guess I never thought... I... I wish I'd never talked to Peter."
You and me both. "Trace, I don't want to pry." Pry, hell. I don't want to know. "I don't know if you and Robbie... or you and Kelly... still... I mean, if Peter had found out the hard way, walking in on you... it would have been worse." That had to be the most disjointed sentence I'd ever uttered.
"Sometimes." She didn't specify if she still played with Robbie or Kelly or both. I figured I'd leave it there.
There was another long silence.
"Trace, if it's any consolation, you're not the first teenager to wish life had a do-over."
* * *
"TONY SIMS. PLEASE COME TO THE OFFICE."
I snapped my book closed. "Didn't we do this last month?" I said in disgust.
"And always debate," Robbie pointed out.
"Maybe if you had an unlisted address," Tami suggested.
"Have I ever mentioned just what a comfort you two are?"
They shrugged in perfect unison. I gathered my books, nodded to Mrs. Conners, and left.
The scene in the office almost duplicated last month's. Melissa Bates was still buffing her nails while reading a magazine that was open on the counter in front of her. Mr. Reed was chatting with Mrs. Hatcher, but this time instead of sitting on the edge of the spare desk he was sitting in the chair behind it.
"People."
"Tony, you have another phone call. Mr. Hollowell."
Without waiting for an invitation, I came around the counter, picked up the phone, and pressed the flashing button. "Tony Sims."
"Tony, This is Miss Stanton at the middle school. Mr. Hollowell had to step away. There's been another fight. Traci..."
"I'll be right there," I interrupted.
Well, Mom can stop worrying about the brat, 'cause I'm gonna kill her.
* * *
"Where is she?"
Mr. Hollowell was back in the office when I got there. He looked startled at my tone.
"In the nurse's station. She said your parents were out of town again. She..."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Yes, but you should know..."
"I'll be back in a minute." As I walked to the nurse's station, I counted to ten in Aztec. I was just learning and wasn't sure of my pronunciations. I was probably as mad as I'd ever been. We'd just done this last month, and I thought she understood. Mom was going to freak.
I opened the door, walked in, and stopped short. Traci was sitting on the examination table. One cheek was swollen, and turning a dark purple. There was a small cut under her eye, but that couldn't account for the volume of blood on her t-shirt.
Traci saw the anger on my face and looked scared.
But the anger faded quickly as I looked at her."What...?"
"I didn't fight. I didn't."
"I... Are you okay?"
"Tony?" said a voice behind me. I looked back and saw Mr. Hollowell had followed. I looked back at Traci.
"I didn't fight," Traci repeated.
"Jaime?" I asked, and Traci nodded. I stepped forward and took a closer look at her face. "The blood?"
"Is Jaime's."
I decided to be nicer to my sister. She was tougher than I thought. "Where does it hurt?"
"My jaw and my ribs. He kicked me."
The kid was dead. "What happened?"
Traci hesitated.
"Did you start it?" Traci shook her head. "Then tell it," I ordered. I figured even after getting hurt, she didn't want to squeal on the walking corpse.
"If it helps, I've already talked to Kelly Temple, Suzie Calloway, and several others," Mr. Hollowell said from behind me.
"I kinda cut my sixth period class. I mean, I just wasn't in the mood for algebra. Kelly, Suzie, and I went up on the stage. There was about a dozen kids hanging out."
"Were you smoking?" Mr. Hollowell asked.
"No. A couple of kids were, but I don't. Tony would kill me, if Mom didn't get to me first."
You got that right.
"Who?" Mr. Hollowell asked and Traci clamped her mouth shut.
I suppressed a smile. "What happened next?"
"Jaime and a couple of his friends came up a few minutes later. He saw us and came over. He said something about how good I looked, then said he'd heard I'd broken up with Peter and would I like to catch a movie.
"I knew he liked Superman comics, so I said I wouldn't date him even in an upside-down Bizarro universe. He got mad and said that Peter was telling everyone that sex with me was like one potato chip, over quick and not very satisfying. I knew Peter would never say that."
"No, he wouldn't," I agreed.
"So I laughed and told him his sex life was always going to be his right hand, and the hand was already complaining it was bored."
I smiled in spite of myself.
"Then he slapped me. I asked him if his mother taught him how to hit. That's when he hit me with his fist. It hurt, but I didn't hit him back." Traci looked straight into my eyes. "I didn't fight." I nodded and smiled to let her know I was proud of her.
"I said something about if that's as hard as he can hit, it's no wonder he got beat up by a girl. That's when he hit me again. In the same fucking spot."
I didn't bother correcting her language, and behind me, neither did Mr. Hollowell.
"When he hit me the second time, I lost my balance and fell backward. I looked up at him and told him he was pathetic. That's when he kicked me."
Hailey had told me about Suzie's sister Caroline and her surgery on a boyfriend. Maybe if I bought Caroline a ticket, she'd come up for a vacation and practice her knife skills.
I lifted her t-shirt up and looked. There was a large bruise on her right side. I gently felt along her ribs. She winced, but I didn't think there was anything serious. Since Cousin Wynter didn't have her own x-ray yet, I figured I'd take her to the hospital and use theirs.
"That's when... uh... some guys grabbed him," Traci continued.
"What Traci's trying not to say is Mike Hayward, Doug Reiner and Charley Rositer pulled Jaime off her and worked him over a little. That's where the blood came from," Mr. Hollowell clarified.
"Are they in trouble?" Traci asked. "They were just helping me."
"They went too far. They'll get three day suspensions."
"Tony," Traci said pleadingly.
I turned and looked at Mr. Hollowell. "Five days."
"Tony!" "Five days?" Traci and Mr. Hollowell said together.
"Five days to send a message that fighting is not tolerated."
"Tony!" Traci repeated.
"Then you can suspend the sentence to acknowledge the extenuating circumstances."
Mr. Hollowell smiled. "If I ever get in trouble, will you represent me?"
I smiled back. "Even if I have to go to law school to do it."
"What about Jaime?" I asked.
"I'm recommending expulsion. What about Jaime?" he threw my question back at me.
"Five days, suspended?" I asked. He nodded.
"You're taking care of Traci's heroes so I owe you. Tell Jaime if he ever says a word to Traci again, I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in pain."
Mr. Hollowell nodded. I think he accepted that I hadn't made an idle threat. Hopefully, Jaime would realize just how lucky he was.
"Can I take Traci now? I think her ribs are okay, but I want to get an x-ray." I helped Trace of the table. "Can she come back tomorrow?"
"She's not in trouble for the fight. And I think we can overlook the cutting class if she promises not to do it again this year."
Traci nodded.
I put my arm around her, and she leaned against me as we walked out.
"Think you could do me one favor?" I asked.
"What?"
"The next time you don't fight, do it when Mom is here. I've got to make a phone call I'm not looking forward to."
Traci grinned, though it obviously hurt to. "That's why they pay you the big bucks.""And a pervert," Marsha added.
"But we're stuck with him," Billy finished. "The school board won't do anything."
"We're trying to make a point," I said.
"You've made it. But the fact is, Rich could care less if a few basketball games get canceled. Or baseball, softball, whatever. And he figures it will all blow over, over the summer. The ones who care are the players. We want to play ball."
When Billy finished, Marsha stood up and leaned across the table. "Look, we've got a pretty decent school. Most of the teachers are cool, and we've got good coaches in all our other sports. How come we're getting punished for one fucking jerk?"
I looked at Robbie and had a feeling that she was thinking the same thing I was.
"It's your call," she said finally. "I just wanted to tackle the S.O.B. and take out both his knees."
I looked back at Billy and offered him my hand. "We'd be happy to come to Lake and teach you how to play baseball."
"In your dreams," he said, shaking it.
"No, it's going to be your nightmare."
"If it's any consolation, my dad's brought up Coach Rich at three different school board meetings. It gets tabled every time," Billy said.
"Other people have brought it up too. Every meeting since you guys walked out on us." Kyle added.
"My dad's going to try again at the meeting in two weeks."
"Um." I looked at Robbie. She had a look on her face that said somebody should be afraid. Very afraid. "Does your dad really want the board to fire Rich?"
"Maybe not fire him, but a letter of reprimand or something."
Robbie grinned. "I think that can be arranged."
'Now what?' I wondered as I shook hands with the delegation. And was it going to get me suspended again?
* * *
Tuesday was Traci's fight. Yesterday the Lake delegation ambushed us. I wondered what was left for today and tomorrow as I looked around the crowded cafeteria. Mikee and Tami were sitting on either side of me. Both were sipping the soup. I figured if they were still upright a minute from now, I'd have a taste. Chicken noodle was one of my favorites.
Robbie and Darlene walked up with their trays, giggling about 'him'. I didn't know who 'him' was and wasn't sure I wanted to. "Ladies," I greeted as they sat down. Peter hadn't eaten with us since his fight with Traci, though I'd told Mikee to let him know he was welcome.
"What are you two doing Friday?" I asked.
"That's tomorrow," Darlene said. I nodded that it was. "The usual."
I knew she'd been going out with Tyler Brock, but didn't know what the usual was.
"I thought I might catch a movie with... someone," Robbie added.
I wondered if 'someone' was related to 'him'.
"You are both invited to a party."
"A party?" Darlene echoed.
"Nice you could give us so much notice," Robbie added.
I bowed in my seat, then tried the soup. It was excellent.
"Whose party?" Darlene asked. "I hadn't heard anything." As one of the cheerleaders, she usually did.
"Traci's. I'm giving it for her."
"I thought you were mad at her?" Robbie said.
"Nope, she's mad at me. Big difference."
"And you think a party will help?"
"It's not a bribe, if that's what you're thinking. She made me proud Tuesday. I owe it to her."
Robbie nodded.
I looked straight at her. "She really doesn't like you, but I have to invite you. It's at your house."
Robbie had just taken a sip of her Coke. It came back through her nose as she snorted. "My house!" she exclaimed as she wiped her face with a napkin.
"Mine isn't big enough for a big party," I said innocently. "I cleared it with your dad, but he said I HAD to invite you."
Darlene, Tami, and Mikee were trying hard not to giggle as Robbie glared.
"I wouldn't come to one of your parties if you paid me," Robbie said finally. "But I'll come for Traci. I'm proud of her too. Though I would have turned the creep into a eunuch."
* * *
"Where's Kelly?"
Traci wandered through the living room, picked up a magazine, looked at the cover, then dropped it. "She has a date with Charley Rositer."
"What about Ann?" I managed to ask without making a face.
"She went out with Coleton Reeves." Traci made a face and I guessed she didn't like Ann's boy of the week.
"So Friday night and nothing to do?"
"I guess."
"Good!" I said and climbed out of Dad's chair. "You can help me."
"Doing what?"
"I have to pick up some stuff at Robbie's house."
"I don't..."
"You've been sitting around since you got home from school. Get your coat."
"Okay," she mumbled. Since she and Kelly got back to being friends, she'd forgotten she wasn't talking to me. But she hadn't forgotten she was mad.
"What's going on?" she asked when we pulled up at Robbie's a few minutes later. The house was brightly lit and music pounded at us.
"Some kind of party. Let's go."
We walked in, and Traci quickly recognized most of the guests. About twenty middle schoolers were hanging out in Robbie's big living room, more in the dining room. On the stage I'd put together that afternoon in the dining room, Robbie and Unrehearsed were performing one of Britney Spears' songs.
"What...? Traci mumbled as she realized that almost everyone was from the middle school.
I pulled her through to the dining room. The group was just finishing the song, so I jumped up on the front of the stage. "LADIES!" I yelled and in a few seconds, the whole gymnastics team materialized in front of the stage. I looked at Trace, "Aren't you part of this team?"
Looking confused, she walked over and stood next to Kelly.
Robbie handed me a microphone. "Peoples," I said and listened as my voice echoed through the house. Slowly everyone moved into the dining room. "Most of you have probably heard that the gymnastics team took third in districts."
There was scattered unenthusiastic applause.
"Some of you may think that's not very good, but remember, last year we were the only new team in the district. We lost every meet. And only through superior coaching did we manage to squeeze out fifth place at districts."
Kelly blew me a raspberry.
"This year, we won two."
"And tied one," Suzie yelled.
"And tied one," I said making a face.
The team laughed, but everyone else looked confused.
"Then went on to take third in the district meet."
"Through superior coaching," Suzie yelled.
I took a small bow. "Your third place on their way to being a championship gymnastics team," I yelled spreading my arms to encompass the team.
This time, the applause was loud and long.
"At districts, every one of these girls had some of their best scores of the whole season," I continued after the applause died down. "And for everyone to peak at the same time is a special thing."
A little more applause.
"Two of the girls, went a little further. Cheyenne, come on up."
Cheyenne turned pink but stepped onto the stage, then turned, facing the crowd.
"Before she met me, she could barely do a cartwheel. Ladies and gentlemen, the DISTRICT all-around champion, Cheyenne Morris!" I leaned down and kissed her, and the pink turned bright red.
"At the meet, for the first time in competition, Cheyenne did a double back. And it was the best one I've ever seen in all my years of coaching."
"All one of them," Kelly yelled.
"Kiss him again," some boy yelled.
Cheyenne, who'd almost gotten back to her normal color, turned red again, but put her arms around my neck and kissed me again for several seconds.
"Wow!" I said when she pulled away. "Guys, if she already has a boyfriend, put your name on the waiting list."
Cheyenne, still beet red, escaped to the team.
"One more gymnast to mention, ladies, gentlemen and seventh graders, the two thousand and six district vaulting champion, Traci Sims!"
Traci looked stunned, though she had to know it was coming. Kelly gave her a push toward the stage, and she stepped up.
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "And that's all she's getting," I said and got a big laugh.
"This party is about heroes. These are your gymnastic heroes, but we also have three real-life heroes. Three guys who rescued my sister Tuesday. Mike Hayward, Doug Reiner and Charley Rositer. Guys."
The three guys came up, and I shook their hands. "Trace, I think you owe these guys something special."
Traci managed to turn redder than Cheyenne had, but gave each one a long kiss.
"That's enough," Kelly yelled after Traci's kiss with Charley lasted about ten seconds.
"Enough talk," I yelled. "Let's party!"
"I still hate you," Traci said softly.
"Can't blame you."
Chapter 22
I woke up when Tami elbowed me in the stomach. I opened my eyes. She was still asleep in my arms but had shifted position. Her head shared my pillow with mine. Right now she was facing away from me, so that all I could see was hair and an ear, but that was enough. Besides, it was a beautiful ear. I could stay like this forever, just watching that ear and feeling Tami's gentle breathing.
Forever or until five o'clock when Mom and Dad were supposed to get home. I glanced at my clock on the night stand. It was just after ten. Forever or seven hours, whichever came first.
I heard Traci moving around the trailer and smiled. The party Friday night had been great, though I felt like a hypocrite considering the number of couples that I shooed away from the bedrooms. And the one couple I didn't, Kelly and Charlie Rossiter. But the party had done what it was supposed to, it got Traci almost back to herself. She spent most of it laughing and dancing.
And when people kept asking her to sing with the band, it was almost like, "Peter who?"
Robbie's dad hadn't come home until the party was breaking up.He looked around, clicked his tongue a couple times, shook his head, but didn't say anything. Yesterday, I was up at the crack of dawn, even though it was a Saturday, and over at Robbie's house cleaning the mess. It was amazing the amount of trash that forty middle schoolers could make. Then I disassembled the stage and stored it in the utility building out behind the chicken coop.
Robbie came downstairs just as I was getting ready to leave. She looked around with half-closed eyes, mumbled something, and headed for the kitchen. I grinned and took off. I spent the rest of the day at the gym. We were hosting a big meet, and besides helping Gary with the team, I was a general go-fer.
The meet had three sessions, and our team was in the second one at two. The meet went great. Our level eights took first and our level sevens took second, though Kelly and Cheyenne tied for first all-around, something that neither of them was happy about. We had nines and tens too. They did good, but we didn't have enough to make a team score.
It was fun, but I didn't get out of the gym until after ten. I collected Tami, and we took a short walk, short because I was beat, then we came home. Tami's mom had, accommodatingly, gone to a concert in Seattle with friends, so I had my Little Mustang all to myself.
And I could stare at her ear forever.
My doorknob turned. "Tony, are you awa...?" Traci asked quietly before realizing I wasn't alone. "Oh, I'm..."
"It's okay," I said. Traci had turned red. You'd think the number of times she'd caught me with Tami, it wouldn't get to her anymore. "I'll be out in a second."
Traci nodded and quietly closed my door.
I wondered if I installed a lock on my door, if Mom would consider it a violation of her discreet rule.
Tami was between me and the floor, so I started to crawl over her, pausing to kiss that beautiful ear. As my feet hit the floor Tami moaned and rolled, over so I took the opportunity to kiss her other ear.
I dressed quickly, made a quick pit stop, then went to find Traci. She was in the kitchen creating havoc. Trace was turning into a pretty good cook, but she could dirty six bowls, three forks, a whisk, and four plates just making scrambled eggs.
I watched her for a second and didn't have a clue what her finished product was going to be. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since five o'clock yesterday and then only some nachos. I didn't want to get into Traci's production line, so I snagged a bowl, some milk, and a box of Cocoa Krispies.
I was half done when Trace came out to the table, her plate loaded with eggs benedict, hash browns, and sausage. She sat down and started eating, her eyes wandering between her plate and me. "Can I talk to you?" she asked finally.
"You're my favorite sister. Anytime," I said, setting down my spoon and lifting my bowl to drink the last of my milk.
"I'm your only sister."
"That we know about." I set my bowl down. "It occurs to me that maybe Mom was more adventurous than we gave her credit for."
Traci made a face, and I knew she was entertaining the thought I did my best to avoid: that my parents may have actually had sex and maybe not just with each other.
"I wanted... uh... that is... I..."
It was always fun when Traci couldn't get the words out. I considered letting her plod on but only had a few more hours with my sleeping beauty. "Trace, you know, and I know, that you've decided to ask me something that you think is awkward or embarrassing or a combination of both. We also both know that eventually you'll spit it out, so why not save the stammering and just ask."
Traci glared. I grinned.
Traci looked down at her half-eaten breakfast. "Why'd you make me vault?" she asked so quietly that I almost didn't catch it.
It was a hell of a question.
I ignored her for a minute while I got up and took my bowl to the kitchen. I rinsed it out and put it into the dishwasher. I tried not to look at the rest of the kitchen. I came back and laid my hands on Traci's shoulders. I could see her in the reflection of the picture window. "You want an answer that'll make you feel better or the truth?"
Traci took a bite of her eggs, then said "Both."
"I made you vault because I'm your big brother and I could."
Traci turned her head and looked up at me. "That's supposed to make me feel better?"
I gave her shoulders a squeeze then moved around the table to my seat. "It's simple. It's expected. It's the stereotype."
Traci cocked her head as she stared at me. "And what's the truth?"
"Do you remember when Tami was mad at me?"
"Which time?" she asked more glibly than was necessary.
"The first time. In seventh grade, when she thought I was messing around with Paula."
Traci nodded. "Did you? You and Paula, I mean. Ann thought..."
"Not going there," I said firmly. "The point is, Tami thought something happened. She was mad, and she wouldn't talk to me." And she's listening right now, I thought, as I noticed some movement in the utility room that connected the kitchen to the hall.
"I remember," Traci said and shoveled some more eggs into her mouth.
"It really threw me. I mean, I didn't realize that I loved her yet, but she was still special to me. She was more than just a girl, she was a friend. A friend that wouldn't give me a chance to explain. A friend who was hurting. A friend who felt betrayed."
"I remember," Traci repeated softly.
"It threw my whole life out of whack. It happened on a Thursday, and I was lucky there was no school that Friday 'cause my GPA probably would have taken a huge hit. I know my baseball did. I played probably the worst game of my life. Hell, the coach pulled me from the second game. I sat on the bench. I hadn't sat out a whole... anyway, like I said, it threw my whole life out of whack."
"I know how you felt."
I nodded. "My whole weekend was just... unfocused. I couldn't do anything. Couldn't concentrate on anything. Then that Monday, something happened that helped. That made me focus."
"What?"
"This little brat I knew came up and asked me, in an annoying sing-song kind of voice, if I'd had a fight with my girlfriend. I hit her. I hit her as hard as I could."
I waited for Traci to make the connection. It didn't take long.
"I remember that," she said loudly, getting mad all over again. "I was just..."
"You were teasing and you just chose a bad time to do it."
"I..."
"That's not the point. The point is, I reacted in a way that wasn't me. In a way that I felt bad about. You made me focus on the problem, and you weren't it."
Traci got over her mad and nodded.
"After that, I went over and had my say to Tami. We didn't talk, but I said what I wanted to say, and she heard it. It made me feel better. It was a couple of months before we got back together, but at least I wasn't a basket case. I lived my life and wished her well. But I lived my life."
"What's that got to do with vaulting?"
"I figured it was safer than letting you hit me. All those push-ups have made you pretty strong."
"I don't get it."
"When I decided to make you vault, I figured one of two things would happen. I figured your natural competitor would come out, and you'd do great and really help the team."
"Or?"
"Or you'd mess up big time, and I would come down on you hard, which you did and I did. Then you put all your mad into your vault instead of hitting your poor defenseless brother."
Traci glared for a minute, but I looked back neutrally. "What if it hadn't worked?" she asked finally.
"I would have looked like I was being a jerk to my sister, and you would have kept moping."
"I wasn't that bad."
I waited.
"Well, maybe."
I figured there was one more step, but it would take awhile, so I stood up, picked up her plate, and went into the kitchen and started cleaning up. Traci got up and stood at one end, watching.
"After you hit me, you went over and talked to Tami?"
I nodded as I rinsed all the dishes Traci had used to make her breakfast.
"Do you think I should talk to Peter?"
I put the dishes in the dishwasher, added soap, and closed it. "I think it all comes down to do you have something to say? With Tami, there were some unsaid things I had to get out. You had a talk with Peter. That's what started this whole thing. Is there more to say?"
"I think so."
I turned on the dishwasher and turned to face my sister. "Then I think you need to talk to Peter. Or maybe, like Tami, talk at him."
"What if he won't...?"
"If you want to talk to him, I can get him here. I can't make him listen, but I can make him hear you."
"Thanks, I..." Traci turned and started walking away.
"Traci." She stopped but didn't turn. "I think what you had with Peter was special. No one knows if you'll ever have it again."
"That makes everything better," Traci said with just that gentle hint of sarcasm that I'd come to know and love.
"I'll bet if you tried, you could name a dozen grown-ups who just go through the motions. They go to work, they go home. They drink a few beers, or something stronger, then they go to sleep and start all over again. Day after day after day. They're the people who lost something and gave up. They never tried again."
"I guess."
Damn, I wasn't getting through.
"Like Mr. Ramsey?" she said after a second, still not turning to face me.
"Exactly like Mr. Ramsey." Ramsey had lived in our neighborhood when we lived in California. He worked at some kind of plant all day, then went to a bar for three or four beers, then home for a couple more. A year before we moved, he went in his garage, sat in his car, turned it on, and used the remote to close the garage door.Traci nodded, and I watched as she walked away through the living room.
"You know..." a soft voice said behind me. I turned and saw Tami there, dressed in one of my t-shirts and nothing else. "If I had a brother, I'd want him to be just like you."
I grinned. "If I was your brother, what we're going to do in about five minutes would be a sin."
Tami smiled coyly, "Some people think it's a sin anyway."
"Just the ones who aren't doing it."
Chapter 23
Robbie rushed in just as we were finishing the speed round of the day. I think Mrs. Conners was picking on me because my topics were women shouldn't be allowed to serve in the military and women are too emotional to be president, especially once a month. Robbie nodded to Mrs. Conners but didn't offer any explanation.
Robbie's got a wonderful face. It can be almost miraculously expressive when she sings or acts or as stoic as any Easter Island monolith when she's keeping her own counsel. Right now she was playing monolith. Except for her dancing eyes. That told me that something was up. The glance she gave me as she sat down said I wasn't going to like it.
Mr. Reed walked in while Mrs. Conners was assigning topics for our team debates on Thursday. We got the con side of government services of illegal aliens, which should be easy. When she'd finished, Mrs. Conners looked at Mr. Reed.
He smiled. "I was wondering if I could borrow Mr. Sims for a few minutes."
Mrs. Conners looked at me and smiled at the expression on my face. "I'm not sure he wants to be borrowed."
"If I spend much more time in the office during this period, I may not pass," I complained.
"Just give him half of Tami's participation," Reed suggested with a chuckle. "He doesn't have opinions until she gives them to him anyway."
I felt my cheeks burn as Mrs. Conners grinned and nodded toward the door. I ignored the laughter behind me as I left.
I'd managed to get rid of Parker. Maybe it was time to start working on Mr. Reed.
We walked down the hall and into the office without comment, and he flicked a finger toward the open door of the conference room. "In there." He hesitated and then added, "Tony, I expect you to be polite, but you don't have to stay any longer than you want to."
I sighed. "Wa-say again?"
"Not this time." He walked over to the mail area and started checking his slot.
I walked in, not knowing what to expect. A woman was sitting at the table with her back to me. "Hi, I'm Tony," I said. She turned in her chair, and I realized it was Allie's mom. Now I realized why Mr. Reed had said to be polite: he knew we had a history. I walked around the table and sat down opposite her.
"Tony," she acknowledged.
"Mrs. Schmidt," I said and waited. It was her dime.
"I talked to Roberta. She said you make these decisions." Robbie was letting me make decisions? That explained the gleam in her eye. I wondered if it was because Allie's mom called her Roberta or other reasons.
"What decisions?"
"As I'm sure you know," she said, preening, "I am the chairman of the county historical society."
I knew that, but wasn't going to make it easier for her. Allie still wouldn't talk to her after the way she'd felt betrayed during the cheating incident. "I didn't even know we had a historical society. You never hear about them. They must not do anything."
Allie's mom looked annoyed, which suited me just fine.
"We do plenty. Teenagers don't bother reading the newspaper and knowing what's going on around town."
For someone who wanted a favor, she had a funny way of going about it. "Actually, I read the paper at least three times a week. I never miss Tami Sharp's column. She's a teenager you know."
"That's beside the point."
Ever notice that when someone says something is beside the point, it's because they don't want to acknowledge the point you just made? "So, what's the point?"
"I know you're a friend of Alison's. As chairman, I thought I would give you the opportunity to let you and your friends perform at our benefit." Translation: we need somebody popular.
"Gee, that's swell," I said with a straight face. "But we're just kids. We wouldn't want to ruin anything."
"I'll be supervising you to make sure that nothing goes wrong."
Like that's going to happen. "What's the benefit for?" I asked to change the subject while I decided how to handle this.
"The Sugarman house."
"That monstrosity!"
Mrs. Schmidt looked pained. "The house is a historical as well as architectural landmark and should be preserved. Though I can't expect someone as young as you to recognize that."
Damn funny way of asking for a favor.
"And just how is it historical?" This could be fun.
Mrs. Schmidt sniffed disdainfully. "I would have thought they'd teach you that in school. Cyrus Sugarman built the house for himself and his new bride when he was assigned to command the garrison here."
"And that makes it historical?"
"He was an important figure in our history."
I grinned. "Cyrus Sugarman was a colonel who was assigned here shortly after the Civil War because the War Department couldn't fire him. His father was a U.S. Senator and his uncle an influential presidential advisor. They figured he would do the least amount of harm up here."
"Really!"
"Yes, really. His one claim to fame is attempting to invade British Columbia at a time when we weren't at war with Canada and having his four troops routed by three Mounties and a pair of Indian scouts."
The look on her face told me she was aware of the colonel's history and didn't have anything significant to add. I decided to rub salt in the wound. "Of course the house does have some REAL historical significance."
I leaned back in my chair, interlaced my fingers and tried to look satisfied. "During World War Two, it was the largest cat house in the Northwest. Soldiers, sailors, and shipbuilders came from all over. Great morale booster."
Mrs. Schmidt sniffed again. "I'm not surprised you know that bit of trivia. Men are all alike."
I wondered if she'd be surprised that I learned it from Robbie.
Mrs. Schmidt's scowl turned into a smile. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she decided that you can catch more flies with honey, etc, etc. "About the benefit, we were thinking..."
"Just out of curiosity, how is it architecturally significant?"
"It's unique," she said as if it was obvious.
I nodded. It was that. "Just because something's unique, doesn't make it significant. Or worthy of saving," I pointed out.
The look she gave me made it obvious that Mrs. Schmidt was of the "children should be seen and not heard" school of philosophy.
"Then you're not interested," she said, standing.
"I didn't say that. When and where were you planning your benefit?"
Mrs. Schmidt sat back down. "Friday. We wanted to do it at the Sugarman estate if the weather's nice, or the Elk's ballroom if it looks like rain."
"Friday! That's not much time. Why the rush?"
"The city council is planning to discuss the Sugarman property at a special meeting next Tuesday. They own it. We thought this would put some pressure on them as well as raise money for the preservation of the estate."
Something about next Tuesday tugged at the back of my head, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Mrs. Schmidt was droning on, but I tuned her out. Why would I know something about a city council meeting next Tuesday? Where would I have heard about it? Then it hit me. Proofing Tami's column. The city wanted to build a youth recreation center. And now I knew where.
So it came down to doing a benefit to preserve something that would be better off knocked to the ground and preventing something the area desperately needed.
I held up my hand to stop her speech. "We'll do it," I said smiling.
"That's wonderful. We just need you and your group for four or five songs. We already have the Youth Chorale and the City Orchestia."
Oh, boy. "We'll go last. Definitely three songs and maybe four."
"Okay," she said, looking at me a little suspiciously.
"I sure hope the weather cooperates."
Mrs. Schmidt nodded as she stood. "Uh, just let us know what you need."
"I'll do that." I looked down at the table, then snagged a yellow legal pad from the center. I ignored her and started making notes. After a minute she left. I had the perfect songs for Traci, Robbie, and me.
Now if Sally or her brother could write one about cat houses in three days.
Maybe I could watch Best Little Whorehouse in Texas again and steal one of theirs.
Chapter 24
"Nobody out, man on first!" I shouted, then tossed the baseball in the air and smacked it toward Elvis Carson, who was playing first. The freshman snagged it on one bounce, spun, and raced toward first, tagging it easily.
He looked at me, tossing the baseball up and down and grinning like he'd just been named Rookie of the Year in the American League.
"Great play," I yelled. Impossibly, his grin got bigger. "We now have a man in scoring position with only one out." His face fell. "I know Mr. Hollowell mentioned getting the lead runner at least once or twice last year." He'd better have. I taught him.
"Yeah, lard butt," yelled the freshman on the pitcher's mound, Danny something.
"Guess what, lard butt junior." Danny looked around until he realized I was yelling at him. "Guess who was supposed to be sprinting to cover first if Elvis had thrown to second like he was supposed to?"
Danny looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. "Take a lap," I yelled. I looked at my reserves over by the third base dugout. "Jason, take the mound."
"I'm not a pitcher," Jason said walking to the base line but not crossing."And if I ask you to pitch, you can remind me of that."
Jason ran to the mound.
"Freshmen," I muttered under my breath. "Let's try that play again."
And again. And again. "Okay, time out," I said finally.
I looked over at the batting cage. "Coach, can I borrow Robbie, Ricky,
and Jake for a minute?"
Coach Calloway nodded, though Robbie already had a batting helmet on and
looked like she was next.
"Infield in," I yelled while the three trotted over. "You, too," I
added when the reserves didn't move. "The problem is you're throwing the
ball to where people are instead of where they're going to be." I explained
when they were gathered around me. "Watch."
Ricky had taken position by first, and Jake was on the mound. Robbie,
still wearing a batting helmet, was playing second. "Nobody out, man on
first," I yelled and hit a hard one bouncer about fifteen feet to Ricky's
right. Ricky charged forward, snagged the ball and without appearing to
look, fired it to second. Robbie took the throw about a foot behind
second, stepped forward onto the bag, and fired to Jake's waiting glove on
first.
"And that, guys, would be a double play in any league." I nodded to my
friends, and they jogged back to the batting cages. "If you want to play
varsity," like that's going to happen with this crew, "you have to throw
the ball where it needs to be and trust that the other player will know
where he's supposed to be and take the catch."
I gave them a few seconds to let it sink in. "Now, anything wrong with
the play they just ran?"
The boys in front of me looked around at each other. Finally Danny
whatever raised his hand.
"Lard butt junior," I acknowledged.
Danny turned red. "Shouldn't the shortstop take the throw at second?"
I held my hand out to him. "Junior, there may be hope for you yet.
Normally, the shortstop would take the throw from first unless he was
playing deep or out of position for some reason. But you noticed that
Robbie didn't hesitate. She knew there was no short, so she played it.
Any questions?"
Most of them shook their heads, but one kid -- I couldn't remember his
name -- raised his hand. I nodded.
"Have any of us got a chance?"
'No way in hell,' I thought but smiled. "Everybody's got a chance.
Coach Calloway makes everybody try out and then picks his squad. It
doesn't matter if you're a senior or a freshman. If you already played
three years of varsity or never picked up a glove before today. Ricky made
it as a freshman. So did Robbie and me."
"You're not trying out," Jason said, then looked surprised that the
words had come out of his mouth.
"I will. Since Coach Saxon, the JV coach, couldn't be here today, the
coach will have some of last year's varsity helping out. He's over there
at the batting cage, but you'd better believe he knows what's going on over
here too. It's only Monday. We've got four more days after this. Okay,
you and you, first and second..." I started moving my reserves onto the
field.
* * *
"Sit! Stay! Quiet!" Tami pushed me into dad's chair while the others
grinned.
"I'm glad to see you finally figured out how to handle him," Robbie said
while Darlene and Allie giggled.
"I'm glad you think so," Tami said. "Sit! Stay! Quiet!" she commanded
as she pushed Robbie back onto the sofa. Robbie looked stunned. Tami
looked satisfied. The rest tried to keep their faces neutral while they
figured out where the nearest fallout shelter was.
Tami ignored Robbie's look and checked out the room. "Where's Peter?"
"I told him we were getting together, but he wasn't interested," Mikee
explained.
"Tony, fetch!"
"I thought I was supposed to sit."
When I saw the determined look in her eye, I jumped up and headed for
the door.
I knocked, and Peter opened the door. "What...?" From the look on his
face, he wasn't happy to see me.
"We're having a meeting. It has something to do with the play. Tami
asked me to get you."
"I don't think..."
"Whatever there is between you and Traci, or between you and me, you
were and ARE a member of the play committee. The committee is meeting,
though I don't know why. And Tami has always been your friend, and she
asked me to ask you to come."
He didn't look convinced, so I played my trump. "Once upon a time, I
did you a big favor. Now I'm asking you to do me one. Forget about Traci
or me and just come be part of the group.
Peter looked embarrassed. "I, uh, I've got something on the stove.
I'll be there in a minute."
"Good enough." I closed the door and left.
"He'll be here in a minute," I reported when I got back. 'I hope,' I
added to myself. Mikee and Tracy both looked surprised.
It was almost a minute exactly when there was a knock on the door.
Susie opened it and let Peter in. Peter's eyes scanned the room, and he
looked embarrassed when they lighted on Traci and his younger sister. "I,
uh..."
"Good, you're here," Tami said, gliding across the room and putting her
arm around his shoulders. "We couldn't start without you."
"Start what?" Robbie asked.
"We have a big problem," Tami announced after she got Peter settled
between Darlene and Allie. Allie wasn't part of the committee but had been
hanging with Darlene after school.
"How could we have a big problem? The play's over. Hell, we've already
spent the money," Robbie complained. The committee had voted to spend our
share of the prize money on a memorial plaque for Zoe. It had been Tami's
idea, and the decision was unanimous. I'd sent Zoe's mom pictures of the
bronze plaque and the dedication ceremony two weeks ago. "Since they
changed the dates, we have almost a year before the next one."
"That may not be enough time," Tami said flatly. I was pretty sure I
looked confused. I know everyone else did. "The problem is, you people
watch too much television."
If I'd looked confused before, I must be positively slack-jawed now.
"I..." "What..." "How..." "Are..." "We..." Everybody tried to talk at
once until Tami held up her hand for silence.
"This weekend," Tami focused on me, "Tony watched an old Steve Martin
movie, Leap of Faith. He got inspired and thinks he should write a play
where he can be a smarmy evangelist. I think it's a great idea."
Robbie looked disgusted for some reason.
"But..." Tami added, "Also watching the idiot box this weekend, Robbie
saw an old Henry Fonda/Joanne Woodward western, A Big Hand for the Little
Lady. Robbie thought it could be a great play, mostly 'cause she wants to
play the little lady. And she's right. It could be a great play."
I thought about it. She was right. It was perfect since it mostly took
place in one or two rooms. We could make it work, and Robbie would be
perfect.
"To make matters worse, they're both thinking right now that the other
one has a great idea.
I exchanged looks with Robbie, and we both grinned. Tami knew us too
well.
"They both could be great plays, either straight or as musicals. We
could spend a whole year arguing about which one is better."
She got that right. In my head, I could see both.
"But it's worse than that," Tami said. "Someone else was watching the
boob tube. Personally, not being one of the two top students in the junior
class, I was doing homework."
Someone else? I looked around, and since Traci was doing a great
imitation of Rudolf's nose it wasn't hard to guess. Tami was looking
straight at her to make it easy for everyone.
"Someone else watched an old movie on TV, a musical, and figured we
could change and modernize it and it would be perfect. But since I made
the mistake of telling that person that her brother, I mean another group
member already had an idea, that someone else has decided not to say
anything even though it's the best idea of the three."
"I thought, I meaIsathisolmovand itwoulbgreifroband
tamperfandjkjesflagulernvunireqnv." Traci mumbled turning even redder.
I was pretty sure there were seven or eight distinct sentences in there
and she'd managed to spit it all out in about two-and-a-half seconds.
"If anyone got that, I can get them a job as director of translations at
the U.N." I suggested.
Traci shot me a dirty look. "I said I saw an old movie this weekend.
While I was watching I thought it would be a good one for our group." Traci
took a deep breath. "It's already a musical and the songs are pretty good.
When I was watching, I thought Tami would be great as Rosemary. And Robbie
would be perfect as Hedy."
I tried to remember a musical with a Rosemary and a Hedy and came up
blank.
"Then I thought about changing it and it would be even better," Traci
added.
"Does this musical have a name?" Robbie asked with just a hint of
sarcasm.
Traci ignored the sarcastic tone. "How to Succeed in Business Without
Really Trying."
It took me just a second to remember the Robert Morse classic.
"But I thought maybe Tony could change it and we could do How to Succeed
in Politics Without Really Trying."
I looked at Robbie. She nodded instantly, then stood. "All in favor of
Traci's play?"
The ayes had it.
Chapter 25
"So, ya finished act one yet?"
I turned and stared at Robbie. "Are you...?"
"Heads Up!" the coach shouted and smacked the ball in a line drive shot
right over second base. I was off-balance but dove anyway, feeling the
satisfying thunk of a ball hitting the pocket just before I hit the dirt.
Hard. With zero air in my lungs, I still managed a feeble backhand toward
Robbie. She snagged the ball and zinged it to Ricky at first. The
freshmen who'd been on the base was halfway to second and couldn't get back
in time.
"Good play," Coach Calloway yelled. "But if you'd been paying
attention, you wouldn't have had to kill yourself to make it."That was one of the things I loved about the coach: his compassion. 'Tyler, try short. Mark, take second. Robbie, see if you can get him off the field.'
I managed to get to my knees by myself, but was happy to have Robbie help me the rest of the way up. We walked toward the foul line, her arm around my back and my arm across her shoulders. By the time we were off the field, I was halfway sure I wouldn't need an iron lung.
I grabbed a bottle of water off the bench, drank half in a gulp, and poured the rest over my head. Robbie looked like she considered an all-wet comment but decided against it. "Act one?" I asked, shaking my head.
She smiled.
"We just decided on the play last night," I reminded her.
"It's not like it's an original." Robbie smiled even bigger. "You're just adapting."
For just a second I wondered where I could bury the body. Then I bowed. "Madame Director, I know you want to win this time, but as your playwright, I plan to watch the movie a couple times, then let it percolate for a while. I don't even plan to put pen to paper until at least May."
"You don't use a pen. You type on your computer."
Now it was my turn to smile, evilly I hoped. "You know, the only drawback to putting you over my knee and spanking you right here, is that outfit of yours already has the freshmen worked up. Any more and they wouldn't be able to catch a ball."
Robbie wiggled her butt in the black cutoffs she was wearing. Her red bikini top left even less to the imagination. "If the freshmen are the only ones I'm working up, I may have to enter a nunnery."
* * *
"Tony, go."
"Every last one of them," I said smugly. It was debate and speed round, and Mrs. Conners had just asked if the news media was biased.
"I thought you liked Fox News," Tami said, surprised. "Are they biased?"
"Definitely."
"The news isn't biased," Janet Blake said from across the circle. "Next you'll be blaming the Jewish influence."
"The Tri-Lateral Commission, actually."
Mrs. Conners tried hard not to smile, but I think she liked my sense of humor. "Tony, elaborate."
I leaned back in my chair, interlacing my fingers behind my head and stretching my legs out in front of me. "Two examples and I think my point is made. The Daily Planet has two spaces left for stories, one on the front page and one on page thirty. Two stories come in. One is an earthquake in Samoa. The other is a charity drive in Chicago. Perry White puts the earthquake on the front page 'cause he's biased against Chicago."
"That's not bias," Janet protested. "That's..."
"That's journalism one-oh-one. He picked the story he thought was more important, but it's still bias. His readers may be tired of earthquakes and not give a hoot about Samoa but be very charity minded."
"True," Mrs. Conners said, turning to Janet. "We all have biases. If you have a hamburger for lunch instead of a hot dog, your bias is showing."
"But that's not what you meant when you asked him about bias," Janet complained.
I ignored the interruption. "My second example. A lot of people think Rudy Giuliani and John McCain are going to run for president. At the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson likes Giuliani and can't stand McCain. He has space for one more story on page one, he runs a blurb about Giuliani cutting a ribbon on a new highway instead of McCain opening a new prison."
"Yeah, but..."
"I think we'll give this point to Tony," Mrs. Conners said, cutting her off. Janet pouted.
"The Daily Planet and the Daily Bugle?" Tami said as I sat up normally.
"I wanted journalistic integrity."
* * *
"I thought we'd have a little fun today."
I looked at Coach Calloway suspiciously. We hadn't had any fun at tryouts my freshman or sophomore years. And definitely not when I tried to redshirt in the eighth grade.
"As of today," the coach continued, "only two of you have made varsity. Robbie Tate and Tony Sims."
"What about me?" his son protested.
"Bobble another ball at first and you'll be lucky to make the middle school team," his dad said with a grin. Yesterday had been a disaster for Ricky.
"As I was saying, Robbie and Tony have already made the team since they won't be here tomorrow. So, we're going to have some fun. We're going to have a scrimmage game, and Robbie and Tony will be captains."
Robbie stood. "Better give Tony's team a couple of runs to start, just to keep it interesting." The coach smiled as I stood.
He pulled a fifty-cent piece out of his pocket. "Winner chooses. Home team or first draft pick." He nodded at Robbie then tossed the coin high in the air.
"Hea... Tails!"
The coach caught the coin and slapped it down on the top of his left hand. He took his other hand away, and a shiny eagle looked up at us.
"I'll take first pick and take Ricky, though if he screws up, not even the middle school will take him."
Ricky pretended to cringe, then stood and walked over to Robbie. I knew a pitcher was my first priority, so I grabbed Jake Fraser. It took almost six minutes to split the group. When we finished I had nineteen and Robbie had twenty.
The coach had put on shin guards and a chest protector and was holding a face mask. He called us over. "I know you have way too many kids, but bat them all and work 'em in and out as much as possible. If you need to call time to switch a couple, go ahead."
We nodded and headed for our dugouts to organize. Since I was home team, we had the field first. I decided to put freshmen out first, then rotate in more experienced players as they made mistakes. Except I put Jake on the mound. Robbie had grabbed Tyler Morse, the other varsity pitcher from last year, and I just didn't trust any of the others.
Robbie was her own lead-off batter. She tossed me a big grin before she stepped into the batter's box and took a couple swings. I had a feeling that if my team won this was just a scrimmage, but if we lost I'd never hear the end of it.
Jake threw a curve to start. Robbie brought the bat down in front of her, her hand on the barrel, and laid down a perfect bunt. The ball rolled toward third just a few inches from the foul line, and my third baseman watched it roll.
Jake ran over, picked up the ball, and side-armed it to first, but Robbie was already camped on the base.
"Lard butt junior out, Elvis take third," I yelled. Danny Whatever-his-name slumped off the field as Elvis ran out to the field. I motioned Danny to me. "What'd you do wrong?"
"I should have moved in when she squared to bunt," he mumbled.
"Bingo. Watch the game. Think about what the third baseman should be doing on every play. You'll go back in after a couple outs."
Danny grinned, relieved that he wasn't out for good.
Robbie stole second on the first pitch, and I pulled my center fielder who hadn't been ready to back up the play if the catcher had tried to throw her out. I would have pulled my catcher too, but getting gear on and off took too long.
Robbie stole third before Tim Kreline, one of her freshmen, got a weak one bouncer. It should have been an easy out, but my shortstop hesitated. That left Robbie at home laughing at me and put Tim on first.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
Her team had scored five before we got our first out, but the next two outs came quickly. I hadn't planned to bat myself. I changed my mind when I saw Robbie on the mound and decided to lead off.
I stepped into the box, and Robbie and I glared at each other for several seconds. She threw a fastball that was belt high but a little inside.
"Strike one!" Coach Calloway yelled. I turned and gave him my best where's-your-glasses look.
I looked back at Robbie. She licked her finger and chalked up an imaginary point in the air, then she wound up and fired another pitch in exactly the same spot.
"Strike two!"
I shook my head and swung the bat while holding it against my stomach. Robbie chalked up another imaginary point. I took a couple of practice swings for inside pitches, then grinned at her.
Robbie wound up and fired a shot right to the low outside corner where I'd known she was going. I swung and connected with a satisfying thunk. The ball sailed over the head of the startled center fielder and bounced against the fence. I sprinted for first, blowing my redhead a kiss as I rounded the bag and headed for second. I probably could have made third, but I stopped on second and bowed to the pitcher's mound.
Robbie looked disgusted, called time, and changed her entire outfield.
* * *
"Hit the showers!" the coach yelled two-and-a-half hours later.
Robbie, Ricky, and I walked over to him while the rest headed for the locker room.
"So who won?" Robbie asked as the coach pulled off gear. I don't know about her, but I hadn't kept track. I was too busy trying to get everyone in and out.
"I can't count that high," the coach muttered with a shake of his head. I think we were pretty close, but both our scores were probably in the teens, maybe even the twenties.
"Should I head for the middle school tomorrow?" Ricky asked his dad.
"Ask your coach," Coach Calloway said and nodded toward Robbie as he unstrapped his shin guards.
"No middle school for you," Robbie said and clapped him on the back. "You've got JV written all over you," she added mischievously and jogged toward the school.
* * *
I grabbed a fast shower, dressed, and headed for the stage. Mr. Reed was letting us use it to practice for tomorrow. Everybody else was already there, including Robbie, who looked like she was ready for a Cosmo Girl photo shoot. How the hell did she do it?
We practiced till nine, which gave us time to run through all the songs four or five times. I had three, Robbie two and Traci one, then we all had the finale."Think Allie will catch hell after we're done?" Tami asked as she laid her head on my shoulder while we walked around the park.
"From what I've heard, she hasn't said more than a dozen words to her mother since last year. It can't get much worse."
Tami lifted her head and looked at me. "And you call other people naive."
I shrugged. "If it does, Darlene gets a roommate."
Chapter 26
Tami and I pulled up to the Sugarman house a few minutes after school let out. Robbie was seconds behind us.
Sally Reyes was leaning against the hood of her brother's car, with Chad Davis leaning against her. I'm not sure when those two had become an item, but they had. It was sometime after the road trip, 'cause in Wyoming, she had treated him like another brother.
Toby was in the car, fiddling with an MP3 player. I wondered how he felt about his sister and his best friend. I had a quick flash of Traci and Robbie together and decided that I wasn't going to worry about it.
"They haven't decided yet," Sally said when she noticed she and Chad weren't alone anymore.
Robbie looked at her watch. "They better decide soon. It takes time to set up those pots and kettles you bang on." Sally's van was parked behind Toby's car. We assumed her drums and the keyboards were inside.
Sally shrugged and went back to inspecting Chad's tonsils with her tongue.
The problem was weather. We were scheduled to do an outdoor concert at the Sugarman house, and right now the weather was beautiful. Sixty-two degrees with clear skies, but the forecast was for a rain storm to hit sometime tonight, and we didn't know exactly when. As a backup, they'd reserved the ballroom at the Elks Club. It was just before four. We were scheduled to perform at six. So if the rain held off three or four hours, we were good; if it didn't...
Mrs. Schmidt came out of the house and walked over to us, glancing disapprovingly at Sally and Chad. "The executive committee hasn't decided yet."
"We need to know," I said. "It's going to take time to set everything up, especially the sound system." Cousin Cinnamon was supposed to have an electronics wiz who took care of things like that. We had to do it for ourselves.
"Just be patient," Mrs. Schmidt chided. "It's an important decision."
I looked at Robbie and shrugged. She looked up and studied the sky for a minute. "Here," she said finally.
"Chad, Toby, let's get set up," I said. I knew that once Robbie had made up her mind, the rain wouldn't dare start before eight.
"But..." Mrs. Schmidt sputtered.
I'd opened the back of Sally's van and pulled out a drum. Toby was beside me grabbing one of his keyboards. Chad was still playing tonsil hockey.
"The executive committee," Mrs. Schmidt protested.
"Yeah," I agreed, walking by her toward the large porch we were going to use as a stage. "You'd better let them know."
Mrs. Schmidt walked back to the house, her face alternating between being perplexed and being annoyed.
"You enjoyed that too much," Tami accused. I grinned and went back to the van for another drum.
It was after five by the time we got everything set up and the sound system adjusted to Robbie's satisfaction. Mom pulled up with the brat a few minutes later. Traci had had some kind of field trip today. Then Mom took food orders and made a Wendy's run. I really had to put Mother's Day on my calendar this year. I'd really lucked out in that department.
People were starting to arrive by the time she came back with the food, a few glancing warily at the grey clouds that were starting to move in.
At six o'clock on the dot, Mrs. Schmidt stepped in front of us and started a long-winded spiel thanking everyone for coming and supporting the grand old Sugarman House.
About six ten, I gave Sally a nod, and she started beating out a soft rhythm on her snare drum. Mrs. Schmidt looked back annoyed but then continued. Some people just can't take a hint. I nodded to Chad, and he picked up on Sally's beat with his guitar. Then Toby joined in. Still keeping it soft, a subtle hint that someone was taking way too long.
"Is that a song?" Traci asked from beside me in the wings.
"Define song."
Traci looked annoyed.
"If you mean, has anyone else ever played it, I don't think so. I think they're improvising."
"Too bad."
"Why?" Tami asked from my other side.
"'Cause I can hear the perfect lyrics for it in my head."
"Write 'em down," I said quickly.
I scrunched down and walked out to Toby on the stage. Cousin Cin had used headsets when they were on stage at Otter Park. It occurred to me that my cousin might be more advanced than I was. Not that I'd ever admit it.
"This is an improv, right?"
He nodded without missing a beat, then hit some keys above the keyboard and changed his whole sound.
"Try to remember it. Traci thinks she's got lyrics."
He nodded again just as Chad jumped to a whole different rhythm with Toby and Sally only a half-measure behind.
When I got back to the wings, I went over to our sound board and slowly, over a minute or two, raised the volume on the instruments and cut it for Mrs. Schmidt's microphone. I think her mic had been completely dead for over a minute before she noticed and stomped off the stage.
From the other side of the stage, Allie and Robbie walked out holding their own mics. I faded the volume on the instruments down slowly, then cut it completely as the girls got to the center of the stage. It actually wasn't much of a stage. The Sugarman House had a huge porch that ran the entire length of the front of the house and extended outward almost thirty feet. We'd hung canvas curtains on either side to give us wings and a place for the sound system and other stuff.
Allie smiled at the audience. She hadn't originally been part of the show but saw the speech I'd written and demanded that she got to give it. "Thanks Mom," she said, holding the mic in front of her face. "For that... that... that..." she turned and looked at Robbie. "You're pretty smart. What's an adjective I can use that won't get me grounded for a month?"
The crowd of probably six or seven hundred roared.
"You could say inspirational," Robbie suggested.
"Daddy says I'm not supposed to lie." Allie delivered the line so deadpan that the audience completely cracked up. I could see Allie's mom sitting with the other committee members in the front row and glowering at her daughter.
"How about insipid?" Robbie suggested.
"I may not be blond, but I am a cheerleader." Small laugh. "What's that mean?"
Robbie leaned close and whispered in her ear, holding the mic so that it picked up every word. "Tasteless. Lacking in flavor."
"That'll get me grounded till June. Hey Tony!"
I stuck my head out of the curtain.
"I need an adjective," Allie whined.
I pretended to think. "How about innocuous?"
Allie nodded. "That'll work." She looked straight out at the audience. "Thanks Mom, for that innocuous speech."
The audience applauded. I looked at the first row and saw Mrs. Schmidt's seat was empty.
"I ain't standing next to you anymore, she'll ground me too," Robbie said and walked off the stage. The audience laughed again. Allie looked over at me and smiled. She was having fun.
"The youth chorale and city orchestra were supposed to perform tonight but due to scheduling conflicts, couldn't be here." The conflicts had come up when Allie's mom had shown up at their practices and tried to tell them not only what to play but how to play it. "So tonight you're stuck with Unrehearsed." The applause made me feel pretty good.
"We're just kids. But we think it's great when people do something. My mom and the historical society think this house is historical and should be saved. And they're doing something about it. They organized this concert for you, so that you would have to think about it."
Polite applause.
"We thought that tonight, we'd try to pick songs that mean something. Not just the same old tired love songs that Tony sings to Tami every time we let him near a microphone."
Allie looked over at me and grinned as the audience laughed again, even though she knew I'd written her lines.
"I won't be singing tonight, and if you see people looking skyward and saying thank you, they're the ones who heard me when I was in sixth grade chorus. Joining us tonight as a guest flutist on the flute, Miss Christine Warther."
Chris, a slightly overweight blond senior, walked out and stood next to Chad. He adjusted a spare microphone stand for her. We hadn't had time to arrange any kind of lights, so we couldn't put a spot on her.
Allie walked off over toward me. I gave her a quick kiss, and Tami hugged her. Then Robbie came out and set down a stool, and a half-dozen first-graders sat in a circle around her.
Chris lifted her flute to her mouth and started playing as Robbie sat and opened a large book. Toby had written an overture to lead into the simple start of Robbie's song. Mostly we needed the flute for four or five measures at the beginning and end of the song. Toby had said he could sample it on his keyboard, but Robbie and I thought the real flute was a nice touch of class.
Chris finished her overture and started into the song itself. Robbie lifted the book as if showing the kids a picture. On the last measure, Chad and Toby came in with Toby's keyboard sounding like a regular piano.
"Listen children to a story,
that was written long ago.
Bout a kingdom on a mountain,
and the valley folk below."
Sally picked up a tambourine and came over behind Robbie, shaking it to the music.On the mountain was a treasure
buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own.
As she sang, Robbie kept up the pretense of telling a story, turning pages and showing the kids an occasional picture.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor;
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You'll be justified in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
On the Judgement Day.
On the bloody morning after,
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley,
sent a message up the hill,
asking for the buried treasure,
tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came the answer from the kingdom.
With our brothers we will share,
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there.
Now the valley cried with anger.
Mount your horses, draw your sword.
Two of the first grade boys stood and pretended to sword fight until Sally separated them and sat them again.
And they killed the mountain people,
so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure,
on the mountain dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it,
'Peace on Earth' was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor;
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You'll be justified in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
On the Judgement Day.
On the bloody morning after,
One tin soldier rides away.
Sally and the little kids all joined in as Robbie reprised the chorus again.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor;
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You'll be justified in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
On the Judgement Day.
On the bloody morning after,
One tin soldier rides away.
We should have gone fade-to-black, but instead, Robbie closed her book, stood, set it on the stool, and she and Sally walked off to the other side. Then, one by one, the first graders stood and walked off toward me. I gave them each a high five, and Tami led them off to where their mothers were waiting.
Allie walked back out into the center of the stage as Sally came back and grabbed the book and Robbie's stool. I reminded myself to get the book back. It was my only copy of Green Eggs and Ham. Mom said I made her read it every night was I was little.
"That was Robbie Tate and the theme to Billy Jack," Allie announced. "Next we have Tony Sims and one of his favorite Harry Chapin songs. If any of my teachers are in the audience, I never saw this guy before."
I walked out, nodded to the audience, then gave Allie a kiss on the cheek.
"You can do better than that," came a voice from the back of the audience where we'd planted Ricky.
So I grabbed Allie and twisted my body, bending her backwards in a long deep kiss.
As I stood her back up, Allie pretended to stagger, then said, "I still don't know him," and disappeared into the wings.
"How come I never get to kiss the girl?" Toby asked into his mic.
"You know, it's not fair. Tell you what. After the show, I'll set you up with the cute drummer."
Toby growled and started playing. His keyboard was still set to sound like a piano, but now he worked out a ragtime beat.
"Harry Chapin died before I was even born, but I miss him. He seemed to have the ability with his songs to reach inside you and pull out thoughts and emotions you didn't know you had. And who besides Chapin would even try to write a song about a sniper on a rooftop, or the dance band on the Titanic as the ship went down. When he died, he didn't leave much in the way of money--because he did most of his concerts for charity--but I think he left a legacy that not many entertainers have even tried to live up to. I think this song sums up modern education."
I looked back at Unrehearsed and nodded. The ragtime changed into a simpler rhythm. Then I looked back at the audience.
The little girl went first day of school,
She got some crayons and started to draw.
She put colors all over the paper,
For colors was what she saw.
Tami came out of the wings wearing a jumper and carrying a big piece of construction paper and a box of crayons. Her hair was tied into two long ponytails with big red and white bows. She lay down on her stomach off to the side and started to color.
And the teacher said.. What you doin' little girl?
Robbie, who'd slipped on a white blouse and grey skirt, strode across the stage in front of me and started wagging her finger at Tami.
I'm paintin' flowers she said.
She said, It's not the time for art little girl,
And anyway flowers are green and red.
There's a time for everything little girl,
And a way it should be done.
You've got to show concern for everyone else,
For you're not the only one
And she said,
Flowers are red little girl,
Green leaves are green.
There's no need to see flowers any other way,
Than they way they always have been seen.
Tami looked up at Robbie.
But the little girl said,
There are so many colors in the rainbow,
So many colors in the morning sun,
So many colors in the flower and I see every one.
Well the teacher said, You're sassy.
There's ways that things should be.
And you'll paint flowers the way they are.
So repeat after me,
And she said,
Flowers are red little girl,
Green leaves are green.
There's no need to see flowers any other way,
Than they way they always have been seen.
But the little girl said again,
There are so many colors in the rainbow,
So many colors in the morning sun,
So many colors in the flower and I see every one.
Robbie reached down and pretended to lift Tami by her ear, then marched her over to the edge of the stage.
Well the teacher put her in a corner.
She said.. It's for your own good.
And you won't come out 'til you get it right,
And are responding like you should.
Well finally she got lonely,
Frightened thoughts filled her head.
And she went up to that teacher,
And this is what she said.. and she said.
Tami walked, head down over to where Robbie stood tapping her foot.
Flowers are red,
Green leaves are green.
There's no need to see flowers any other way,
Than they way they always have been seen.
Tami and Robbie walked off as the group played a musical bridge, then Tami came back and sat down as stiff and straight as she could on the edge of the stage, holding just two crayons. She put a piece of paper on her lap and pretended to color.
Of course time went by like it always does.
They moved to another town.
And the little girl went to another school,
And this is what she found,
Allie came out with a big smile and a fistful of crayons.
The teacher there was smilin'.
She said...Painting should be fun.
And there are so many colors in a flower,
So let's use every one.
But that little girl painted flowers,
In neat rows of green and red.
And when the teacher asked her why,
This is what she said.. and she said,
"Flowers are red, green leaves are green.
There's no need to see flowers any other way,
Than the way they always have been seen."
Allie shook her head and walked off. Tami just kept coloring.
But there still must be a way to have our children say...
"There are so many colors in the rainbow,
So many colors in the morning sun,
So many colors in the flower and I see every one."
Again, we should have gone fade to black, but instead, I walked over, held out my hand to Tami, helped her up, and we walked off.
Allie came back out. "The views expressed by some of our performers are not necessarily those of this announcer or our sponsors."
That got Allie another laugh.
"This is the part where Darlene Carter was supposed to sing, but she decided that strep throat was more fun. So, once again, here's Robbie Tate!"
Sally had replaced Toby at the keyboards and the boys had disappeared into the wings. She adjusted the keyboard and had it sounding like a piano again, and now she picked out a melody with just a couple fingers.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed.
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back.
Robbie's voice came through the sound system though she hadn't appeared on stage yet. Now Sally was playing with both hands, but still she keep the melody simple.
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with linen and lace, oh-hoh.
Robbie walked out from the opposite wing. Her shoulders swayed gently in time with the melody as she walked to the edge of the stage, a place where the low fence around the porch was broken, and sat down, her feet dangling in front of her. She didn't look out at the audience, but to a place in the sky above them.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask.
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams, give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel.
I don't think I'd ever heard Robbie's voice clearer. She sang softly, but you could feel the power behind every word.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night.
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.
When morning comes it'll be too late.
If I'd staged this in the auditorium, I'd have used a single spot softly focused on Robbie. Maybe another on Sally. If I had, the audience would have seen the tear as it slid slowly down Robbie's cheek."Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams, give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel."
Robbie dropped her head and looked at the ground just below her feet as Sally started a musical bridge. A second later, Chris stepped on stage next to Sally and added her flute. As the bridge finished, both girls stopped playing and Robbie lifted her head to the sky again and sang the next verse all alone.
"A statue stands in a shaded place.
An angel girl with an upturned face.
A name is written on a polished rock.
A broken heart that the world forgot."
Sally and Chris both joined in as Robbie stood and sang the last chorus.
"Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams, give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete angel."
Rob Crosby may have written it. Martina McBride may have sung it first. But Robbie just made it her own.
As she, Sally and Chris hugged and walked off the stage holding hands to the other side, I doubted that hers was the only damp cheek.
The applause was thunderous. Then someone stood, then someone else, then the whole audience was on its feet and still applauding. After a minute, Robbie came back, still holding Sally's and Chris's hands. They took a bow and ran off again.
Considering the next three songs, I was glad we'd picked an upbeat one to end on. I also decided to lighten the mood a little first. I grabbed Allie before she could go out and whispered instructions.
Allie smiled, nodded, and stepped on stage. The audience was settling back in their seats. "That was Robbie Tate with what used to be Martina McBride's Concrete Angel. We already have her booked on next season's American Idol, but don't let that get around, the producers are afraid that none of the other contestants will show up."
The audience laughed, and across the stage, I saw Robbie look shocked, then glare back at me. I grinned back, then whispered more instructions in Tami's ear while Sally and the boys snuck back on stage. After Tami nodded, I whispered more to Traci.
"We do have one small technical difficulty," Allie continued. "Both Tony and Traci refuse to follow Robbie's act. And since Darlene is still pretending to be sick... show's over. Everybody go home."
Tami stuck her head outside the curtain and hissed loudly. Allie walked over, then Tami pretended to whisper in Allie's ear while Allie nodded. Allie walked back to the middle. "Tami suggested that we could probably coax Tony out on stage if we chanted his name. But I think Tony's ego is too big already. So I figure, if we all chant for Traci, Tony won't be able to stand for his little sister getting all the attention and will come out. So, Tra-ci! Tra-ci!"
After a second, the crowd picked up the chant, and the night echoed with Traci's name. I nodded to Trace, and she started walking out with a big grin. Just before she got to Allie, I ran out, grabbed Traci's shoulders, turned her around, and pretended to boot her toward the wings. Traci pouted and ran off as the audience laughed again.
"You can't treat me like that," Allie said into her mic.
"Wanna bet." I looked straight at the audience. "How many of you would pay extra to see me put a cute red-headed cheerleader over my knee?" As the audience started applauding, Allie squeaked and ran off the stage.
I waited a few seconds for the applause and laughter to die down. "This summer, during, what Tami calls our concert tour, she found me a song that reminded me of a girl that we all knew too short of time. With apologies to Rascal Flatts, I'd like to do Skin."
As Toby played the introduction, I thought we really had to find somebody who played the violin.
"Sarabeth is scared to death,
To hear what the doctor will say.
She hasn't been well,
Since the day that she fell.
And the bruise it just won't go away.
So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad,
And flips through an old magazine.
Till a nurse with a smile stands at the door,
And says will you please come with me.
"Sarabeth is scared to death,
Cause the doctor just told her the news.
Between the red cells and white,
Something's not right,
But we're going to take care of you.
Six chances in ten,
It won't come back again,
With the therapy we're going to try.
It's just been approved,
It's the strongest there is,
And I think we caught it in time.
Sarabeth closes her eyes.
"She dreams she's dancing,
Around and around without any cares.
And her very first love is holding her close,
And the soft wind is blowing her hair.
"Sarabeth is scared to death,
As she sits holding her mom.
Cause it would be a mistake,
For someone to take,
A girl with no hair to the prom.
For just this morning right there on her pillow,
Was the cruellest of innocent cries.
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands,
The proof that she couldn't deny.
Sarabeth closes her eyes.
"She dreams she's dancing,
Around and around without any cares.
And her very first love is holding her close,
And the soft wind is blowing her hair.
"It's a quarter of seven,
That boy's at the door,
And her daddy ushers him in.
When he takes off his cap,
They all start to cry,
`Cause this morning where his hair had been,
Softly she touches just skin.
"They go dancing,
Around and around without any cares.
And her very first true love is holding her close,
And the soft wind is blowing her hair.
"For a moment she isn't scared."
As the music died, Allie stepped out before the applause could start. "This fall, Tony and the others wrote a play about Zoe. Tony and Sally wrote the theme song and a lot of you have asked to hear it again. This is Zoe's Song."
I'm not sure I even heard Unrehearsed start to play. I just shut my eyes and started singing, with images of Zoe dancing in my head. I didn't even realize I'd finished until Tami and Robbie hugged me. I opened my eyes, and the audience was on its feet again.
I nodded my appreciation, took Tami's hand, and walked off. I hoped Zoe heard, both the song and the applause.
Allie came back on stage. I didn't pay much attention. I just hugged Tami, holding her as close as I could.
"And he thought Robbie was a tough act to follow. Poor Traci."
Someone in the audience yelled, "Tra-ci!" and in seconds, everyone was chanting again. I felt good for the brat as I finally let Tami go. I wondered if it was spontaneous or if Allie had arranged it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, everybody's favorite little sister, Traci Sims!"
Traci walked out and waved, and the audience cheered. Robbie ran out and set a stool in the center of the stage, gave Trace a hug, and ran off. Traci sat, hooking one heel over the bottom rung.
Toby started the introduction, with Sally and Chad coming in as Traci started to sing.
"Some kids have and some kids don't,
And some of us are wondering why.
And Mom won't watch the news at night,
There's too much stuff that's making her cry.
We need some help,
Down here on earth.
A thousand prayers, a million words,
But one voice was heard.
"A house, a yard, a neighborhood,
Where you can ride your new bike to school.
A kind of world where mom and dad,
Still believe the golden rule.
Life's not that simple,
Down here on earth.
A thousand prayers, a million words,
But one voice was heard.
"One voice, one simple word,
Hearts know what to say.
One dream can change the world,
Keep believing till you find your way.
"Yesterday while walking home,
I saw some kid on Newbury Road.
He pulled a pistol from his bag,
And tossed it in the river below."
I guess I'm a cynic, but every time I heard that line, whether Bill Gilman or Traci sang it, I couldn't help thinking that the kid on Newbury Road was ditching evidence, not making a moral choice.
"Thanks for the help,
Down here on Earth.
A thousand prayers, a million words,
But one voice was heard."
"One voice was heard.
"One voice was heard."
For the third time, the audience was on its feet. I walked out and hugged Trace, with Robbie and Tami joining us and making it unanimous. If this had been a contest, Traci would have taken it all if Robbie had chosen any other song.
"All that talent in one family, and I can't sing a note," Allie said as she walked out on stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, Traci Sims and One Voice." I let go of Traci long enough for her to take a bow, then hugged her again.
"Tony said I didn't have to introduce the band because he was the star, but Robbie said I'd better. And since she's tougher than he is..." Allie spread her hands and shrugged in a "what can I do?" manner. "On keyboards, Toby Reyes!" She waited for the applause as Toby played a couple riffs. "On guitar, Chad Davis!" More applause. "And on drums, Toby's favorite sister and Chad's favorite girlfriend, Sally Reyes." Sally turned a delicious shade of pink as the audience applauded, but for some reason, so did Toby and Chad. "And finally, our guest flutist, Christine Warther."
Allie took a deep breath then started reciting the speech I'd written a couple days ago. The one she'd seen that she said her mother would hate and that she begged me to let her give.
"Before the group does their last song--and we all run for cover because those clouds are getting darker--I'd like to remind you why we're here.""This is the Sugarman house. Cyrus Sugarman was the area commander here just after the Civil War. While Cyrus was not much of a military man, this is the last remnant of that era since they tore down the fort in the thirties."
I noticed that Allie's mom had resumed her seat in the front row and resumed her frown.
"Cyrus's major achievement was attempting to invade British Columbia, and let's just say that didn't go so well." The audience laughed, which must have meant most of them took seventh-grade history here. "Something not so widely known is that apparently Cyrus' wife Amelia found a particular role model in Valeria Messalina, the wife of the Roman Emperor Claudius. Since Mom would kill me if I explained that, in the words of many of my teachers, 'If you don't get it, look it up.'"
That got a short laugh, and I had a feeling that Wikipedia was going to get a lot of hits tonight.
"That's enough, young lady!" Allie's mom shouted. I wondered if she recognized Messalina or already knew Amelia's reputation.
"Not yet, Mom. I haven't mentioned its use as a recreation center in World War Two."
That got another laugh, mostly from the men.
"Anyway, this is a historical building, and the county historical society would like to preserve it. Buuuuut..." She grinned. "The city council, who owns the property, would like to tear this down and build a youth recreation center, something the community really needs.
"As I said in the beginning, we're just kids. But we think it's great when people do something. So we're asking you to do something. Get involved. If you think, like my mom and the historical society, that this landmark should be preserved, then let the mayor and city council know. But if you think, like me and my friends up here, that this house should be torn down so that a youth center can take its place, then let them know about that too. Or maybe you have a different idea altogether.
"Whatever you decide, do something about it. Make a call. Send an e-mail. Or both. Send a lot of e-mails. Whether they preserve and restore this place, or tear it down, don't just wait to read about it in the newspaper."
Allie took a short bow and started to walk off, then turned to face the audience again. "Oh, by the way, Tami's column in the paper tomorrow will be her arguments for a new youth center." In the front row, Mrs. Schmidt did not look happy. I'd decided that our appeal for the youth center should be low-key 'cause I'd known she'd browbeat the audience with her appeal, and her speech had proven me right.
Allie grinned. "I have to go home and be grounded now." As the audience laughed, she tossed her mic to Tami and skipped off.
Tami stepped forward as Mrs. Schmidt jumped to her feet. "Mrs. Schmidt, if it will keep Allie from getting grounded forever, Tony wrote that speech." Mrs. Schmidt turned red and hastily sat down again.
"As Allie said in the beginning, tonight we wanted to sing songs that meant something. Songs that either had a message or made you think. One Tin Soldier about greed and war. Flowers Are Red about enforcing conformity. Concrete Angel about abuse. Skin and Zoe's Song about a girl who died too young. And Traci's One Voice about hope. We wanted to finish with another song with meaning, but one that hopefully will get your toes tapping too. We did this one for the big Fourth of July celebration in Sheridan, Wyoming, and maybe it's time to do it here too."
Like this summer, I started.
"Well, the eagle's been flying slow,
And the flag's been flying low.
And a lot of peoples saying
That America's fixing to fall.
But speaking just for me..."
Robbie walked out holding a microphone and took over the song.
"And some people from Tennessee,
We got a thing or two,
To tell you all."
Traci picked it up.
"This lady may have stumbled,
But she ain't never fell.
And if Al Quida don't believe that,"
We all joined in, even Tami and Allie who'd come back on stage.
"They can all go straight to hell.
We're gonna put her feet back on the path,
Of righteousness and then,
God bless America again."
"And you never did think that it ever would happen again.
In America, did you?
You never did think that we'd ever get together again.
Well, we damn sure fooled you.
We're walking real proud and we're talking real loud again
In America.
You never did think that it ever would happen again."
My turn again.
"From the sound up in Long Island,
to the San Francisco Bay,
And everything between them is our home."
Traci.
"And we may have done a little
Bit of fighting amongst ourselves,
But you outside people,
Best leave us alone."
Robbie put her arm around Tami's shoulders and sang.
"Cause we'll all stick together,
And you can take that to the bank."
"That's the cowboys and the hippies,
And the rebels and the yanks."
Me.
"You just go and lay your hands
On a Seattle Seahawks fan,"
The crowd cheered.
"And I think you're gonna finally understand."
All of us and some of the audience.
"And you never did think that it ever would happen again.
In America, did you?"
"You never did think that we'd ever get together again.
Well, we damn sure fooled you."
We're walking real proud and we're talking real loud again
In America.
You never did think that it ever would happen again."
Chad and Toby each tried to outdo the other on the bridge as everybody in the audience came to their feet.
"And you never did think that it ever would happen again.
In America, did you?"
"You never did think that we'd ever get together again.
Well, we damn sure fooled you."
We're walking real proud and we're talking real loud again
In America.
You never did think that it ever would happen again."
"Ladies and gentlemen," I yelled. "Don't forget to talk to your city council and God bless America!"
* * *
"So, Tony, I've always wondered, did you ever forgive Miss Tate for dragging you to that audition with me?"
I grinned and shook hands with Mr. McCoy, the middle school music teacher. Traci was standing with Miss Breslin, her old fifth-grade teacher. Tami and Robbie, with a bundled-up Darlene in the middle, were talking to the mayor. Allie was successfully ignoring her mother as she chatted with Mr. Reed. And Mom and Dad were accepting congratulations from almost everyone.
"Almost," I said as the first raindrop hit the back of my neck. "Maybe by graduation."
Chapter 27
"That red light goes on, and I spank."
Robbie grinned, and I knew she wasn't taking my threat very seriously.
"I mean it. If Mom hears me tonight, my life is over."
Robbie smiled sweetly. "And I care, why?"
"You wrote the script," I reminded her.
"True," she admitted. "But my dad won't ground me."
I nodded agreement. "Yeah, he's given up on civilizing you."
"No, but I explained years ago that well-behaved women rarely make history."
I grinned. I could imagine Robbie saying just that and her dad taking it as a simple statement of fact.
"Any comments before we start old business?" the man in the center of the table on the stage asked.
I took a deep breath and raised my hand. The man on stage recognized three others before he got to me.
"Yes?"
I stood. "My name is Tony Sims. I'm not from this school, I go to..."
"I know who you are," the man said stiffly.
"I just wanted to say that the team from my school has decided that they'd be happy to come to Lake and play baseball."
The man looked surprised, then smiled. "I'm glad to hear that you've decided to end this nonsense."
I smiled back. "They decided that they were punishing the Lake students for something that wasn't their fault." I paused 'cause I knew that I had to get the rest out in one breath. "After all, it's not their fault that a bunch of fucking idiots hired an asshole and don't have the guts to control his tongue!"
I gave the school board a half-bow, turned, and walked out as the auditorium erupted into pandemonium.
* * *
I had to get the rest of the story from Tami, Robbie, and the video that Robbie shot, a video that, I wasn't very surprised to find, included my little tirade. I went out, sat in my Mustang, and started reading the first of James Patterson's Murder Club mysteries.
* * *
Tami and Robbie sat quietly as the board discussed a dozen items of old business. Robbie had changed memory cards in her camera after I left and now kept her camera focused on the board on the stage. The board opened the floor for new business. A man a few rows ahead of the girls stood up as Robbie focused her video camera on him. "I'm John Polaski. I think all of us are happy that the boycott against Lake is ending, but we can't ignore the Coach Rich situation any longer."
The man in the center of the board table brought down his gavel sharply. "Mr. Polaski. The board certainly appreciates your concerns, but this isn't the appropriate time for that discussion. We will deal with it at a later time."
"What time? This is the fourth time I've brought up the subject since November. And I'm not the only one."
"When the time is right," the board chairman said. "Right now we should just be happy that our student athletes will be able to compete. Though one thing I can assure you is that that young man's inappropriate remarks will be reported to his school."
"I'm not sure his remarks were all that inappropriate," Polaski said as he sat back down.
* * *
From the camera angle, Robbie had moved back several rows as the meeting broke up.
"Mr. Kellerman? I was hoping to get some comments," Tami said as she approached the board chairman.
"Young lady, isn't it past your bedtime?""'Bedtime?' I thought when I watched the tape. Both girls had been back in my car by a quarter after ten.
"I'm here as a reporter," Tami explained.
Kellerman smiled condescendingly. "I'd be happy to talk to our school paper another time. Right now..."
"I'm not with your school paper. In fact, I don't even go to Lake."
Kellerman looked surprised, and Tami pulled a laminated card out of her jeans pocket. "I've done a number of articles for the Seattle paper." She held out a press card for his inspection. We'd thought the Seattle press card would be more impressive than her local one.
Kellerman looked skeptical.
"I'm doing a story on school boards that ignore public input."
Kellerman's face went from skeptical to disgusted.
"Your board has ignored eleven requests to discuss Coach Rich and his remarks in the last three meetings and another one tonight. Do you ever plan to address the concerns of your constituents?"
"Young lady, I'm getting really tired of listening to the bitching and moaning from your school. First your boyfriend tonight, now you." I grinned as I watched that. I guessed from all the columns Tami wrote about Rich and the boycott, someone pointed out that she and I were a 'we'.
"Sir, I'm here as a reporter and columnist, not as a girlfriend. I've identified the story I'm working on and asked a simple question. I'd be happy to hear any or all of your views on the subject. And the fact that I'm young and a female isn't all that relevant."
"I am sick and tired of you people whining about Coach Rich. I'm..."
"So in addition to not caring what your constituents think, you don't want the press to have questions? I assume that's what you mean by 'you people'."
Kellerman spun and stomped away.
Though I couldn't see it since she was behind the camera, I knew there was a big grin on Robbie's face. One of her patented 'I-love-it-when-a-plan-comes-together' ones.
* * *
"I guess she's one up on the rest of us."
"Huh?" Robbie said, tearing her eyes away from a TV commercial about beautiful Hawaii. Outside it was raining hard.
I patted Tami's hip as she sat across my lap.
"Tami. She's one up on us. We've been on the radio, but she's on TV," Traci explained.
I grinned. "Speak for yourself, Brat-zilla. I've been interviewed several times after games and so has Robbie. Plus, she has an ESPN special to her credit."
Robbie, sitting next to Trace on the sofa, buffed her nails on her left breast.
We'd been watching the local news, where the Lake school board meeting had only been beaten out for top story by a big warehouse fire in Wenatchee. They had used the entire video of Tami's exchange with Kellerman. Tami came off looking professional despite her age, and the anchorwoman mentioned that Tami was a regular contributor to the Seattle paper as well as having three columns a week in the local paper.
Kellerman came off looking confrontational and having something to hide.
We knew the Seattle TV station that was affiliated with Tami's paper was running the story, too, though probably cut down a lot.
"You going to give up newspapers for television now?" Traci asked.
"Not in a million years," Tami said, laying her head against my shoulder. "Television is cool, but reporting in print has one big advantage." Tami paused, leaned up, and kissed me lightly. "A backspace key."
Chapter 28
"Have you ever considered having a study hall for seventh period?"
I shrugged as Mrs. Connors glared at me. The PA system had just summoned me to the office again. I'd expected the summons yesterday or the day before. I gathered my books and stood.
"TAMI SHARP, PLEASE REPORT TO THE OFFICE."
Tami and Robbie looked surprised.
"I give up," Mrs. Connors muttered. "Anybody else want to go? The office? The library? Hell, Dairy Queen?"
I think a few students liked the Dairy Queen idea, but nobody dared raise their hands. I waited as Tami closed her notebook and stood. Robbie stared at the speaker, wondering if she was next.
"Now if it's Wasay, you're not supposed to be in-your-face," I said out in the hallway. "If it's a student delegation, be nice and if it's Allie's mom you have to be polite."
"If it's Allie's mom, I'm going to stick my foot so far up her ass that I'll probably lose my shoe," Tami growled. I grinned, turning my head to the side so that Tami wouldn't see. My Little Mustang was still pissed. Majorly pissed.
Two weeks ago, after our concert, the city council had one of its best-attended meetings in years. And almost everyone spoke in favor of tearing down the Sugarman house and building a youth center. The mayor said city hall had logged over two hundred phone calls and another couple hundred emails and letters running seven-to-one for the youth center.
The council voted unanimously to build the center.
But Allie's mom was smarter than any of us gave her credit for. She and Bill Hyatt, the historical Society's lawyer, did an end run, sending a petition to the state historical buildings commission. The commission, not bothering with public input, had slapped a protected status on the damn building.
"Maybe in chemistry Monday, Robbie and I can try making nitro," I suggested.
Tami grinned, a more natural look than the scowl that appeared when I mentioned Allie's mom. "As long as you don't accidentally blow up my best friend."
"What about me?"
"You can be replaced. Robbie's unique," Tami said as she slipped her hand in my back pocket.
* * *
The school office sent us to the superintendent's office at the other end of the school. Mrs. Price, the superintendent's secretary, sent us to the district's conference room, which was in another building across the parking lot.
I knocked and heard a muffled "Come in".
I opened the door, then shared a look with Tami.
Sitting on the other side of the long conference table were three men, and none of them looked happy. Mr. Reed, the principal, sat on the left, and Mr. Whitting, the school board chairman, sat on the right, and Butz had the center.
I swallowed. Butz not looking happy was normal, but Reed and Whitting almost always had a smile on their faces. "You wanted to see us?"
"Sit down!" Butz ordered.
I closed the door behind us and walked to the table but didn't sit. Neither did Tami. "No, thank you. I'd rather stand."
"I said, sit down!" Butz bellowed.
"No," Tami and I said together.
"I'm getting real tired of your attitude," Butz said, staring at me. "It's time you learned..."
Mr. Whitting whispered something from the side, and I never learned what it was time for me to learn.
Butz looked down at the yellow legal pad in front of him. "You took it upon yourself to go to Lake and disrupt their board meeting," he accused.
I smiled. "I might quibble with the word 'disrupt', but yes, I went to the Lake school board meeting."
The look Butz gave me suggested that I was supposed to be more intimidated. "You used language that was entirely inappropriate."
"I used language that was completely appropriate for the situation and the people I addressed." All three men looked surprised. I decided to add insult to injury. "And what the hell made it any of your business?"
Butz looked stunned. Next to me, I heard a soft giggle.
"Tony..." Mr. Reed started, but Butz exploded to his feet, his fists resting on the table.
"Before you do something ludicrous like trying to suspend or expel me, I went to Lake as a private citizen. I did not identify myself as representing this school or any school organization, though I passed on a message from the baseball team. The opinions I expressed were mine; they had nothing to do with the school or you.
"If you think you can control my actions or words outside of school, then you are a lot more stupid than you look."
"Tony, that was uncalled for," Mr. Whitting said, coming to his feet.
"No, sir, I think it was entirely called for," I said, looking at him. "One of the first things Butz ever said to me was that he was too busy to care about my or any other student's opinion." I deliberately omitted the honorific. "The second was that he thought Parker's opinion of me was correct. I think we all know Parker's opinion of me."
"Right now, we're both missing class for something that is none of your business," Tami said, speaking up for the first time. "And unlike some students, we like our classes and resent missing them for ridiculous reasons. And for the record, I wasn't representing the school either. I represented a newspaper in Seattle, and I don't think our...superintendent wants to take them on." I had a feeling that Tami searched for the right adjective and came up blank.
"Mr. Reed, Mr. Whitting, do you mind if we go back to class now?" I asked when Tami finished.
Both men looked blank but nodded. Butz just glared.
Outside, I put my arm around Tami as we walked back to class. I had a feeling that our respite was only temporary.
* * *
Mr. Reed was waiting when the bell rang, ending the period. "Mrs. Connors, can I borrow your classroom for a few minutes?"
Mrs. Connors looked at him, then me and Tami, then back at Mr. Reed and nodded. The other students were already streaming past him, but Tami, Robbie, and I sat still. Mrs. Connors packed her briefcase, nodded to Mr. Reed again, and left. He glanced at Robbie, then closed the door.
Mr. Reed stepped in front of Mrs. Connors' desk, leaned back against it, and looked at us. "I hope you don't mind if I take a couple minutes of your time."
"No, sir," I said, since I didn't think he was being sarcastic.
"Lake has been a hell of a problem from the moment Rich opened his mouth. I was very proud of what your team did for Robbie."
From the corner of my eye, I caught Robbie's blush."We all love Robbie, but I'd like to think we would have done it for anyone," I said.
Mr. Reed nodded. "I think you would have. And I'd like to think that at least most of the team would have followed you if it had been someone else." Now I could feel the heat in my own cheeks.
"I wasn't any less proud when you talked to the WSAA after the walk off. Though your attitude was a little too much..."
"In your face," I supplied.
Mr. Reed nodded. "While I'm handing out compliments, I was also proud of you for what you did for Luke Hastings."
I looked at Tami. She smiled. "It was the right thing to do," I said looking back at Mr. Reed.
"Funny how he randomly came up for testing every week," he said with a smile.
I shrugged. "You never know about random."
"He's still coming up, even though he didn't play winter sports."
Oops. I guess I didn't tell Kelly to stop it after football season. I shrugged again.
"Probably a good idea," Robbie said. Mr. Reed nodded.
"I was happy that you decided to play Lake after you talked to those kids."
"Like they pointed out, Rich could care less. He wasn't the one who was getting hurt," Robbie said.
"And..." Mr. Reed hesitated. "Tony I didn't lose any respect for you over your visit to Lake, though your language..."
"Was necessary."
Mr. Reed seemed to process that. "And Tami I saw you on the news. You handled yourself well."
Tami nodded.
"As for Mr. Butz..." he hesitated again. "You're probably right that it was none of our business, but you may not want to be as antagonistic to the superintendent. You're going to be in his school for another year-and-a-half."
I opened my mouth, but Tami beat me to it. "Tony could have been polite to that pickledick and we'd still be there trying to explain to him that it's wasn't any of his business. Tony was efficient and we at least made it back for half the class."
Mr. Reed shook his head and waved us away.
'Pickledick?' Now I have to keep Tami away from my cousins too.
Maybe I could just declare Colorado out-of-bounds.
* * *
"Tony, we need to talk," Dad said quietly as I walked in the door after practice. "Your room?" Mom was in the kitchen.
"Butz called?"
Dad glanced toward the kitchen then nodded.
I sighed. "I'll be back in a minute." I took my bag into my room and set it beside the bed. I really wish there was a limit on confrontations in one day.
I walked back into the living room and sat down on the sofa. "Mom! Have you got a minute or two?"
"About five," she called and came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel. Traci followed, eating a banana.
"Dad got a call from Mr. Butz today." From the look she gave Dad, I hoped that I hadn't gotten him in trouble. "I have a feeling that it had two parts, the Lake school board and our meeting today." Dad nodded as Mom settled on the arm of his chair and the brat sat in the dining room.
"The meeting today, he wasn't too happy when I explained that what I did off school property and off school time was none of his business."
"It's spring. Are you suspended?" Mom asked.
"Not yet. It really isn't school business, and he had no right to call Tami and me in to discuss it."
Mom and Dad both looked surprised when I mentioned Tami.
"Is he going to pursue it?" Mom asked.
"Well, he called Dad, but I think that's as far as it's going."
"And this was about a school board meeting at Lake?"
I nodded. "Tami, Robbie, and I went on Tuesday. I, uh, wanted to tell them that we'd decided to play them in baseball."
"That's all?"
"Butz felt that some of my language was inappropriate."
Mom exchanged a look with Dad. "What language?"
"I said that we'd decided to play 'cause it wasn't the kids fault that...that a bunch of fucking idiots hired an asshole and didn't have the guts to control his tongue."
Traci gasped.
"I see," Mom said narrowing her gaze at me. "That doesn't sound like you. You thought it was appropriate?"
I stood. "For that situation and that audience, yes I did."
"Why?"
"Uh, you saw the news Wednesday night?" Mom nodded. I'd thought they'd seen Tami on the eleven o'clock news. I knew they hadn't seen it at five. We only saw it 'cause practice was rained out. "We, uh, I kinda wanted to get Mr. Kellerman in the right mood to meet Tami."
Dad laughed. "Tony, remember what I said about you and Sergeant Bilko? I withdraw the comment."
Mom looked down at him like he'd lost it. "Go wash up, I'm putting dinner on the table."
I tried not to grin as I walked away. I was glad I hadn't mentioned that Robbie wrote my script.
Chapter 29
"Remember this summer?"
Warning bells. Hell, more like an air raid klaxon. "Of course."
I turned off the highway onto the road that led to Robbie's house. I was driving Darlene home after school. Tami had stayed after to work on something for the paper, and I had the afternoon off because of the rain pounding down around us.
"Remember when we..."
"Something I'm not likely to ever forget," I said quickly, remembering her self-esteem issues. "A sexy cheerleader losing her virginity in my tent is one of those stories I'll bore everyone with in the old folks home ninety years from now."
"I wasn't a virgin," she giggled.
"Might as well have been."
Damn, I hoped she wasn't horny. That would be all I needed, along with Tami still bugging me about Bobbi's virginity.
I parked and shut off the car.
"I just wanted you to know that you were right."
"I usually am," I said pompously.
"Not according to Robbie," Darlene said and giggled again.
"What was I right about this time?" I asked, ignoring her comment.
"Afterward, when we were talking, you said there were guys out there who knew how to do it right."
I remembered our talk. We were walking, just enjoying the quiet of the morning and Darlene was telling me about her first time. Her real first time. "I'm glad."
During the play, I'd thought she and Luke were about to hook up, but a week or so later I found out that she'd been dating Clay Willingham. "How'd you hook up with the enemy anyway?" Clay was a senior and had been the quarterback on North Lincoln's football team.
Darlene smiled. "During the home basketball game with them, I kind of got into it with one of their cheerleaders. It was his little sister. It just kind of happened."
I decided for the eight-thousand-three-hundred-and-sixteenth time that the world was a strange and wondrous place.
"And he treats you right?"
Darlene reached over, cupped my face in her hands and kissed me gently. "Almost as good as you."
* * *
"I want you to listen to something," Robbie said as Darlene and I ran dripping into the house.
"Can I dry off first?" I asked sarcastically.
"Nope, just shake like a dog." Robbie got out of her chair and headed for the stairs. Lying on the floor in front of the chair, the twins giggled. I decided that I needed to speak to their dad about spanking them more often, or maybe Robbie's dad since they hung out here as much as their own house.
I shook like a dog, then followed Robbie up the stairs. I grinned when I saw the drops of water that had landed on the entryway mirror. Robbie had complained more than once about constantly cleaning it.
Robbie was sitting at her computer when I walked in her room.
"This is a seventies song I found. I wanted you to hear it."
I cocked my head in question.
"Just listen," she ordered and clicked something on her computer.
[girl singing]
Ah-ah, ah-ah.
Daddy please don't, it wasn't his fault.
He means so much to me.
Daddy please don't, we're going to get married.
Just you wait and see
[boy singing]
Every night the same old dream, I hate to close my eyes.
I can't erase the memory, the sound of Julie's cries.
She called me up late that night, she said, "Joe don't come over.
My dad and I just had a fight, and he stormed out the door.
I've never seen him act this way. My god, he's going crazy.
He says he's going to make you pay, for what we've done,
he's got a gun,
so run Joey, run Joey run."
[girl singing]
Daddy please don't, it wasn't his fault.
He means so much to me.
Daddy please don't, we're going to get married.
Just you wait and see
[boy singing]
I got in my car, and I drove like mad,
till I reached Julie's place.
She ran to me with tear-filled eyes, and bruises on her face.
All at once I saw him there, sneaking up behind me.
[girl, shouting]
Watch out!
[boy singing]
Then Julie yelled, "He's got a gun."
and she stepped in front of me.
Suddenly, a shot rang out, and I saw Julie falling.
I ran to her. I held her close.
When I looked down my hands were red,
and here's the last words Julie said:
[girl singing]
Daddy please don't, it wasn't his fault.
He means so much to me.
[voice fading]
Daddy please don't, we're going to get mar-ried.
Ah-ah, ah-ah.
[both singing]
Run, Joey, run Joey, run Joey,
run Joey, run Joey, run Joey, run.
"What's your very first thought?" Robbie asked as the song faded.
I shrugged. "If he'd listened to her and stayed home, Julie would still be alive."
"And your second thought?"
"With the bruises on her face, they could have put Dad away and lived happily ever after."
Robbie smiled. "Good, I thought I was getting cynical in my old age."
"You? Never." I paused waiting to see if I needed to dodge. "Who was that?"
"The guy was David Geddes. No idea who the girl was."
I'd never heard of him. "One hit wonder?"
"Two, actually. He did a song called Last Game of the Season."
I smiled. "That was the first thing you ever sang to me."Robbie looked startled, then remembered the afternoon in the bleachers our eighth grade year, when our last game of the season got canceled because of snow.
"You said you didn't know I could sing," she said, smiling wistfully.
"And you said you were Supergirl and could do anything. My life's been downhill ever since." I didn't move fast enough, and her fist punched me in the side of the thigh. "Thinking about that song for one of our duets?"
"Nah. I wouldn't do love-struck naive waif very well. Maybe you could do it with Traci."
"I don't think so. Might send the wrong message."
"To who?"
"The love-struck naive waif."
Robbie turned her head quickly, but not in time to hide her grin. "One of us should do Last Game sometime."
"I've never heard the whole thing," I said, happy to change the subject. "Just the little bit you sang me four years ago."
"You know, it's hard to believe it was only four years ago when I knocked on your door and said I needed a favor."
"And I took one look at you and hoped that the favor was helping you with your nymphomania."
"That sounds like my Tony. You know..." Robbie's eyes flicked toward the bed.
"Have you got that other song? I'd like to hear it."
Robbie sighed. "That's what I thought." She clicked her mouse several times, and a piano started playing.
"He's just the blind man on the bleachers..."
Chapter 30
As I walked in the door, I looked at Dad's empty chair. I closed the door and made a beeline for the chair, sinking into it with a sigh. Thursday, practice had been rained out, so the coach pushed us twice as hard yesterday.
Today, I worked at the gym club all morning, but now, I could just veg out for the rest of the weekend. Life was good. It'd be better if Tami hadn't gone to Seattle with her mother, but life was good.
I picked up the remote and flicked through channels, finally settling on something on the Sci-Fi Channel: a giant snake was eating someone. Not exactly great television, but sometimes mindless entertainment was just what I needed.
The movie ended, and another started. Apparently giant snakes were the theme today.
Traci wandered in and sat on the sofa. And fidgeted.
I watched the snake eat a cute blonde, then took pity on my sister. I clicked off the TV and looked at her.
Traci took a breath. "I think it's time to talk to Peter."
"Okay."
"He doesn't want to talk to me." She took another deep breath. "You said..."
I remembered our talk when I'd said that when she was ready, I'd make sure that Peter would be there. "I'll see what I can do."
Reluctantly I got out of the chair where I'd planned to spend my afternoon.
It took a couple minutes to walk to Peter's trailer. He was outside with Mikee and Kelly, unloading groceries from their mom's mini-van.
"Ladies," I said as I walked up. The two girls smiled at me, then picked up a couple bags each and walked into the house.
"Traci wants to talk to you."
Peter shrugged. "Not interested."
"I really think you should," I said as the girls walked back out.
"Or what?" Peter said, looking straight at me for the first time. "You going to beat me up if I don't?"
"Yeah, I think I will."
Peter looked surprised. So did the girls. But I don't think any of them were more surprised than me.
Peter glanced over at his sisters, then looked back at me and nodded.
We walked back to our trailer. Traci wasn't in the living room, so I led Peter down the hall to her door. I stopped and looked back at the kid.
"You know Peter, I can make you be here. I can make you hear what she has to say. But I can't make you listen. But as long as you're here, you might want to consider it."
Peter looked stubborn as I knocked on Traci's door.
Inside, Traci was sitting on her bed. I pointed at her desk chair, and Peter sat. I started to leave, but Traci shook her head, so I leaned against the doorframe.
There was a long silence. Traci couldn't seem to focus. Her eyes wandered from the floor to Peter, to the wall, to me, the ceiling, and back again. Finally, Traci sighed and looked at Peter.
"Peter, I've wanted to talk to you. But it's taken a while to figure out what I had to say. You were, you are, very special to me. And I never wanted to hurt you, but I have. I may not be as smart as my brother," Trace gave me a small smile, then looked back at Peter, "but I'm smart enough to know that I can't take it back. I'm not asking for forgiveness. I don't need forgiveness. But I want you to understand. I want you to really know who I am.
"The simple fact is, I've had more sex than you. A lot more. We both know you were a virgin when we..." Peter turned red as Traci left the rest of the sentence unsaid.
"I was kissing guys, I mean seriously kissing them, in the fifth grade. The next year, in sixth grade, I gave Kyle Thomas a hand job. I probably shouldn't have, but he worked so hard for it. We'd been making out and he kept saying that an unattended hard-on could do permanent damage. I knew he was lying, but... It was pity and curiosity that finally got him what he wanted. There have been a few others."
Traci glanced at me, then looked straight into Peter's face. "Maybe you'll think I'm a bad girl, a slut, but that's part of my history, part of who I am." He looked away indifferently.
Traci sighed. "Then last year, I kinda fooled around with Robbie," she continued.
Was it just last year? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
"We were at a slumber party. Our sleeping bags were next to each other. She tickled me and I tickled back. We could hear Tony and Tami making love a few feet away and... I guess one thing kind of led to another. We slipped away, back to my bedroom, and I had sex with her. There were a few more times after that."
'The road trip,' I thought.
"I never wanted to be a lesbian, and I'm not. I just... Robbie made me feel good, and I hope I did the same for her. And there's nothing wrong with that."
Peter looked back at Traci for a second. The look on his face was interesting. He was still trying hard to look indifferent, but I think there was some lust there as he pictured Traci and my favorite redhead locked in sexual frenzy.
"This summer, on Tony's road trip, I met a guy and we went all the way." Traci paused and seemed to think about it. "I mean we had sex. We fucked. There was nothing special between us, but Gary was a nice guy, and it was safe. I knew I'd never see him again.
'That explains a lot,' I thought.
"It was also on the road trip that I had sex with Tony."
I really wished she'd left that part out. Peter glared at me accusingly.
"He was asleep and I... I... kinda took advantage of him. I'm not sure why I did it. I know Tony was way freaked. It was just... just... it was stupid. And it almost ruined the best relationship a little sister ever had."
Mental note: Talk to Mom about raising the brat's allowance.
From the look on Peter's face, it had never occurred to him that sex with me hadn't been all my idea.
"After we came back," Traci was looking at the ceiling as she talked. "There were a couple guys and... another girl." Traci looked at me, and I smiled. She was trying not to violate Kelly's privacy. The girl can be taught. "The girl was just experimenting. Two friends making each other feel good.
"Then there was you. And there hasn't been anyone since you. I just didn't want anybody else.
"And now, I don't know."
Traci tried to swallow the lump in her throat. I sent her all the good vibes I had. She looked down from the ceiling and looked straight at Peter.
"I know when I told you before, you were all weirded out. I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I'm sorry if you thought you didn't know me. But this is who I am. Warts and all, as the Colonel would say.
"I hope someday you understand me. Understand who I am. 'Cause I like me and I wouldn't change anything, even..." she looked at me, "even my mistakes.
"But until then, you are the best friend I have, and you always will be."
Traci stood quickly, squeezed past me, and a few seconds later I heard the front door.
I watched Peter. After a minute, he stood and left, not looking at me. His expression hadn't changed much the whole time.
I made another mental note to be extra nice to Trace.
Chapter 31
The ball took one hop and seemed to home in on my glove. I'd been playing up close, right on the edge of the grass. I pulled the ball out of my glove and tossed it backward. As I turned, I saw Robbie take the toss from just behind second base. She stepped forward onto the bag and made a hard throw to first as the runner slid into the base. Ricky, his foot on first, leaned forward. The ball slapped into his glove a good second before the batter got there.
I grinned at Robbie. Two pitches and two outs, this was the way to start a season. The first batter had bunted the first pitch and just barely beaten the throw to first. The second batter swung at the first pitch too, one-hopping it into a double play. Now let's see what number three can do.
A few seconds later it was all over. The third batter popped up his first pitch, and Ricky caught it easily. A three-pitch inning, you can't beat that.
Four innings later, it hadn't gotten much better for the Bulldogs. They hadn't gotten past first base, and we'd scored at least three every inning. After the third out, another pop-up, the ten-run mercy rule ended it.
We were in Idaho for a tournament. Everyone said we had the toughest bracket, but the first game had been a walk in the park. Ours was the third game of the day, so counting the Bulldogs, three teams were already in the loser's bracket of the double elimination tournament.It was a great way to start spring vacation. We'd left school around one for the two-and-a-half hour drive to Coeur d'Alene. If we could have left a little earlier and skipped the taco pizza lunch, the day would have been perfect.
Our second game was going to be with the Warriors, but we wouldn't know for a couple of hours whether it was the Warriors from Southern Washington or the Warriors from Oregon.
"You going to scout the competition?" I asked Robbie as we walked across the infield. The two Warriors teams had been warming up on another field and would start their game as soon as we got off and they had a short infield practice.
"Aren't you?"
I pointed to the gate next to our dugout. Robbie saw Tami and waved. "So much for the dedicated athlete."
I shrugged. "Think you'll miss anything if I'm not there to keep you straight?"
Robbie made a rude noise and walked over to Ricky and his dad.
I went in the dugout, slapped a few backs, and stuffed my glove and bat into my equipment bag. Outside, I caught the coach's eye and pointed to Tami. He nodded, then went back to his conversation with Robbie and Ricky.
I let myself through the gate and hugged Tami. "I didn't know you were coming."
"I wasn't sure I was," Tami said after a long kiss. "Had to talk Mom into it. I told her that with you gone for the weekend, it would be a good chance to check out some colleges."
"And she bought that?"
"Officially, I'm checking out the University of Idaho and Lewis and Clark State College."
"Did your mom happen to remember where our tournament was?"
Tami grinned. "Probably."
I kissed her again, then we moved off to the side to let other ballplayers use the gate.
"What time do you play tomorrow?" Tami asked as I hoisted my bag and we started toward the parking lot. Tami had been to so many of these, she could probably have drawn the double elimination tournament bracket for them.
"Since we won, tomorrow at one. If we lose, we play again at five, otherwise Sunday."
"So I can check out colleges in the morning and be good with Mom."
I nodded. "You should also check out Headmaster's School of Hair Design just in case. We saw it when we drove in."
Tami stuck out her tongue, and I pulled her into another kiss, her tongue sliding easily into my open mouth.
Tami led me to her motel, which was just up the road from the field. Ours was across the street. In the parking lot, I kissed her again. As we broke apart, a suspicion flashed across my mind.
"How did you get here?"
Tami smiled coyly. "There was this cute Little Mustang just sitting there." Tami tried to look sneaky as she looked over each shoulder. "And I knew where the guy kept the keys."
"You can be replaced you know," I said as Tami unlocked her door and opened it.
She grinned. "With who? Robbie just started going out with Troy Benning."
"How about with her," I said, pointing at the girl on one of the double beds.
Bobbi blushed.
Tami shrugged. "You didn't expect me to drive all the way here by myself, did you?"
It wasn't the first time my beloved had set me up, so why was I surprised. "Let's take a walk."
Tami looked startled. "We can't just leave her..." Despite the fact that Tami had left her while she went to the field to collect me.
"Not you, her." I held my hand out to Bobbi.
Bobbi looked like she'd rather be anywhere else, but after a few seconds' hesitation, she stood and took my hand.
"Robbie should be at the field till at least nine. Watching the Warriors and the Warriors go at it. You might as well keep her company."
* * *
"I'm sorry," Bobbi said as we walked through the little park behind the motel. There were three paths, and I took the one that led toward a stand of trees.
"Why?"
"I, uh..." Bobbi stammered.
"Relax, I know it wasn't your idea to ambush me."
Bobbi blushed.
"Tami thinks she knows how to run my life better than I do. She probably does, and someday she probably will. But right now, I want to at least pretend to be independent and make my own decisions."
Bobbi giggled. "I understand, I guess. Are you mad at Tami?"
"No. You know, I don't think I've ever gotten mad at Tami. I was really disappointed once. And right now, I'm mildly annoyed. But I've never been mad."
Bobbi nodded. "So when she comes back, do you want me to pretend...?"
We'd been following the dirt path through the mini-forest and came to a clearing. I stopped and turned Bobbi till she was facing me, then gently kissed her. When she didn't resist, I kissed her longer and harder. "When Tami asks," there was no if about it, "tell her that a lady never tells."
Bobbi nodded. I took her hand and led her back down the path to her motel. I was glad that the team was in the motel across the road so I didn't have to try explaining the pretty freshman. We let ourselves into Tami's and her room, and Bobbi flopped onto the closest bed on her back and looked up at me expectantly.
How do I get myself into situations that almost any guy would kill for, but that I dreaded?
"First rule," I said, looking down at the beautiful teenager. "Just because you thought you were ready, doesn't mean you are. You can change your mind."
"But I am."
"Repeating first rule, just because you think you're ready, doesn't mean you are. You can change your mind."
Bobbi nodded, but I doubt I penetrated.
"Second rule. There is no right way or wrong way to have sex. What I like, what's-his-name may not and vice versa." I hesitated, considering whether to mention fetishes, S&M, water sports, or other--in my humble opinion--unfun stuff.
"Third rule, and it's important, so repeat after me. Sex is supposed to be good for both partners."
Bobbi had a funny look on her face. "Sex is supposed to be good for both partners," she repeated. "I thought you were supposed to be seducing me. This is like school."
I grinned. "I'm not what's his name, your boyfriend, so I'm not seducing you. This is a kind of a sex school. Want a different teacher?"
"Never."
"Okay. Then listen and learn. Rule three is important because there are girls out there who don't, who've never gotten off during sex. Some guys think it's all about them and quit after they've gotten their jollies. I don't know if what's-his-name..."
"Josh. His name is Josh."
I grinned 'cause I'd known his name. "...if Josh is one of those, but I want you to know that you're entitled to have fun too."
"I think he's a virgin."
"So this is your chance to train him right. Future girlfriends will thank you."
"Any more rules?" she asked after a few seconds.
"No."
Bobbi grinned and reached for the snap on her cut-offs.
I smiled. "Slow down, girl. The rules are over, but now we get to the good stuff. Question-and-answer period, where I see just how red your face can get. First, have you ever given Josh or anyone else a handjob? Or a blowjob?"
"How could you ask that?"
"Because I'm trying to figure out how advanced you are. Well?"
"I've given Josh some handjobs. And there was a boy last year."
"How about blowjobs?"
Bobbi's red darkened. "Josh has hinted, but I... It just seems kind of yucky. Marcy says it's no big deal--she's been doing it since fifth grade--but..."
"Remember rule two?"
Bobbi's brow furrowed as she thought, then nodded.
"This is a great example. Some girls love giving blowjobs, some hate it. Some do it just to make the guys happy. You have to find what's right for you and Josh. And it won't always make sense. A lot of guys who love getting BJs think going down on a girl is major gross."
"Do you?"
"Think it's gross or go down on girls?" I asked with a smile. "Yes, I like going down on Tami and other girls. 'Cause I like the girls to get a lot out of it, and that's a great way to do it."
Bobbi smiled. From the look on her face, I think she was imagining a tongue in her goodie box. My tongue.
"Do you play with yourself?"
"Tony!" I think her face hit a ten point oh on the redness scale.
"I know that's embarrassing, but if you have, it will make things easier.
Bobbi nodded almost imperceptibly, maybe a millimeter and a half.
"Good, though I imagine with all those sisters hanging around it's not the easiest thing to do."
"You got that right."
"Speaking of sisters, you look a lot like Betty."
"I'm the big sister. She looks like me!"
"Speaking of your big little sister, when's she going to want to lose her virginity?"
Bobbi sighed. "About half-an-hour after she finds out I've lost mine."
I was suddenly very happy that I had a sister and not a brother.
"You ready for this?" I asked after several seconds.
Bobbi grinned. "I've been ready. You're the one who's been stalling."
I really wish girls would stop reading my mind. Though in retrospect I guess in was obvious.
"Sure you don't want to wait for Josh?"
"I'm going to tell Tami you're stalling," she threatened.
I stepped up to the bed, reached down, and gently caressed her shoulder. I smiled and stroked her hair. Then flipped her over and brought my hand down hard on her denim-covered ass.
"Hey! That wasn't nice."
"THAT was for threatening me with Tami. Besides, some girls get turned on by spanking. So it's all part of your lesson."
Bobbi, still on her stomach, reached back and rubbed her right cheek.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"Oh, yeah," she moaned.
I knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned down and kissed her right cheek, then her left, and finally the middle.
"This isn't going to work," I said and reached beneath her and unfastened and unzipped her cut-offs. I slipped them slowly down her legs. I repeated my kisses on her barely panty-covered ass.I grabbed the waistband of her panties, pausing for any objection, then slipped them down and dropped them on the floor next to her cut-offs.
Her ass was cute, but about as white as a ghost, especially compared to the dark tan that covered the rest of her body. I leaned down again and kissed her right cheek. Though she knew it was coming, she still jumped as my lips touched her skin. I quickly kissed her left cheek and the crack of her ass.
"All better?"
"No. Do it again." So I did.
I pulled her up to her hands and knees, then positioned her so that her knees were on the edge of the bed and her feet hung off in the air. I stepped between her feet then used one hand to caress her warm--and very wet--pussy, while I unfastened my pants with the other. Bobbi purred.
I let my pants fall around my ankles, then put my right foot on the back of my left shoe and stepped out of it. I repeated the process for my other shoe, then stepped out of my pants as well. A second later, my underwear had joined the pile of clothing all while I hadn't missed a beat working Bobbi's pussy.
Tami--bless her sneaky little heart--had left a small pile of rubbers on the night stand, and using one hand and my teeth I got a package open. I rolled one onto my iron rod just as Bobbi's back arched and her head, eyes closed, lifted to the ceiling as her orgasm hit her. I pulled my hand from beneath between her legs and slipped my cock into the valley. As Big Tony rubbed against her opening, I lifted my fingers to my nose and sniffed. Every girl I'd known smelled different and tasted different. I was pretty sure that even blindfolded I could identify each with my nose or tongue.
"That was so goo..." I think she just realized that it wasn't a finger at the gates anymore.
I kept rubbing. I'd been hard before I'd even gotten my clothes off, of course. This may not have been my idea, but I wasn't stupid enough to think I wouldn't enjoy it.
I reached down and used both hands to open her up, then bent my knees to increase the angle and eased Big Tony's head against her inner lips. She wiggled against it, getting used to the invader. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her slowly onto my shaft. There wasn't much resistance, just her natural tightness. She must have already lost her cherry either from playing with herself or some other activity.
I had about half my length inside her when she grunted. I stopped and let her adjust, taking the opportunity to reach forward and tease her t-shirt covered nipples. Her breasts weren't even half the size of her little sister's, but perky. And damn, did I like perky.
"Is this..."
I grinned to myself. "Nope. This is just getting you ready. Trust me, you'll know when we're fucking." I eased another inch into her. "Has anybody ever told you, you have nice tits?"
"No." Her voice was in-between a groan and a purr.
"Not even what's-his-name?"
"Ha! Josh is always sneaking looks at Betty's."
"The boy's obviously mentally challenged."
Bobbi didn't argue but pushed her ass back against me, swallowing another inch.
I moved my hands back to her hips, pulled back to the head, then slammed forward to the hilt and stopped.
"That felt..." a long pause, "goooood."
"I'm guessing you want me to do it again?"
"Yes, please," she said politely.
I pulled back, and this time as I slammed my shaft forward, Bobbi pushed her ass back to meet it. "This is fucking," she declared.
"We're getting there," I agreed. I started building a rhythm, and soon she was moaning as her second orgasm started building. My balls ached as my own climax neared, but I used every ounce of willpower I had to hold it back as I increased the pace.
"Oh, God!" Bobbi moaned and started to slump forward just as I drove forward one last time and released my load into my protective sheath. I pulled out and collapsed next to her. "That was the best ever," she said weakly, lifting her head and looking at me.
What do you say to that? Thank you?
"Why did I wait so long?" she asked rhetorically.
I smiled and kissed her nose.
Chapter 32
"You dog, you."
I didn't recognize the voice, but it had a touch of envy, so I looked around. Calvin Bateman was coming out of a room three doors down. I guessed that he'd seen me kissing a half-naked Bobbi saying goodbye.
He walked over and clapped me on the back. "I heard you were a player, but I have to admit I'm impressed."
Calvin was the only sophomore to make varsity and hadn't been my pick for the job. Robbie said he had potential, and I wasn't going to argue.
Calvin grinned. "If she's any good, maybe you could set me up."
I wondered how much potential he'd have with two broken arms.
"Not going there," I said simply. I hoped there was enough edge in my voice to shut him down. I thought about saying that she had a boyfriend, but under the circumstances, didn't think that would help.
"I just thought that you had enough that you wouldn't mind sharing with a buddy." Calvin was still grinning.
"I was never big on sharing." We'd crossed the road and were in front of our own motel. My room was upstairs, and I thought his was on the ground floor, so maybe I could end this without blood.
"I just thought... I mean, everyone knows you're doing Tami and Robbie. And those cheerleaders, Mikee and Darlene. And last year, you took that seventh grader to the dance, you must have got some action there."
I'd heard a few people on television talk about the whole world turning red just before they killed somebody. I understood, 'cause my world was getting darker by the second. Last year when I'd taken Kelly to the dance, it was to find out what was wrong with her. And what was wrong was she'd been raped.
"Tony!"
The voice dispelled the darkness that had been starting to surround me. Tami and Robbie were coming out of the burger joint that shared the parking lot with our motel.
"We've been looking for you," Tami said as she ran up and gave me a full body hug. "And you don't want to kill anybody," she whispered in my ear proving yet again her mind reading ability.
"How about maiming? Just a little?" I whispered back.
Tami grinned, shook her head and kissed me.
"You do realize that I'm here too," Robbie said after a minute.
I stopped kissing Tami for a second. "And I care why?" I went back to wrestling with Tami's tongue.
Robbie pouted. Something she doesn't do well--not enough practice. "'Cause I'm a redhead and you have a thing for redheads."
I stopped kissing Tami again and pulled back enough to look my love in the eye without going cross-eyed. "She has a point."
Tami grinned. "A pretty good one."
"If only she hadn't cut off all that long beautiful hair," I lamented.
"You said the other day that you'd gotten used to it," Tami reminded me.
"Yeah, but..."
"One more crack about her long-gone hair and I'll dye mine pink."
I cringed and said, "Yes, ma'am."
"Now kiss her before she tries to pout again."
"Yes, ma'am."
I let go of Tami, turned, pulled Robbie close, and kissed her hard. I believe in following orders. Well, as long as they're fun orders.
Tami noticed that Calvin was staring. "Close your mouth already. We've already seen your tonsils."
Calvin followed orders too.
"Calvin, just a suggestion," I said when I'd let go of Robbie. "Concentrate on baseball. It's all you can handle right now."
Calvin stared.
"And Calvin," Robbie added, "drop another easy fly ball 'cause you're one-handing it, and I'll kick your balls into your sinus cavity."
I put my arms around both girls and walked them toward the stairs up to Robbie's room, which, coincidentally, was right next to mine.
Calvin was still staring.
* * *
Top of the seventh. Down by two. Two outs and nobody on. And Sims steps to the plate.
Normally a good thing, but not this weekend. I think I was batting about one-twenty-five for the tournament and that might be optimistic. And the pitcher for the Warriors--the Oregon Warriors--threw a wicked fast ball that had already burned me twice. Though my last time up I got a piece of it and beat out a slow roller to third.
I took a couple cuts with my bat, then waited. The pitcher wound up, then seemed to grin as he sent me a fast ball that just cut the bottom inside corner. I knew it was a strike even before the ump yelled.
I nodded to the pitcher and took another practice cut. You had to admire an artist.
The pitcher wound up and fired again. I watched the ball, and it was coming straight for that low inside corner. I swung just as the ball dropped away. Strike two.
I backed out of the box and looked at the coach. He smiled encouragingly and mimed swinging the bat. Easy for him, standing there in the third base box. I stepped back into the batter's box. I didn't bother taking a practice cut.
The pitcher sent me another fast ball on the outside corner, and I fouled it off. The next pitch was perfect, middle of the plate belt high, but all I managed to do was to foul it back, bouncing it off the catcher and the umpire. This was getting ridiculous.
I was hitting good last year. And fair to middlin' in practice. The pitcher fired another one, and I fouled it down the third base line, making the coach jump.
At least I was hitting the damn ball.
Three more pitches and three more fouls. My personal record was thirteen foul balls in a row, and I really hadn't planned to beat that today.
The pitcher was getting frustrated--he wanted to finish me off and get the game over--and he let loose with another fast ball, this one just a little inside.
I turned my body, brought the bat in front of me, and let the ball bounce off it and roll down the third base line.I dropped the bat and took off for first. The Warriors were caught flat-footed. Nobody expects a bunt with two strikes. It was too stupid. If the ball rolled foul, it was strike three.
Their coach started yelling from the dugout, and the Warrior's pitcher, catcher, and third baseman all charged the ball, but I was safe on first before anyone got a hand on the ball.
I grinned. My batting average just jumped almost a hundred points.
The pitcher was back on the mound and looked at me. I stepped off the bag and smiled. He threw the ball from his hand to his glove. He was still staring, so I took another step. He stepped onto the rubber, looked at the catcher, and took his sign. I took another step. He slowly brought his hand and glove together over his head, lowered them in front of his body, and came set with his hands in front of his sternum. Then he turned and fired to first in one fluid motion that I would have admired if I wasn't busy diving back to the base. I lay on the dirt, my left hand on the base and waving at him with my right.
The first baseman threw the ball back, and I climbed to my feet, dusted myself off, and took three big steps again.
The pitcher glared, so I took another small step and he fired back to first. The first baseman took the throw and slapped a tag down on my shoulder--a little harder than necessary, I thought--but again I was lying on the ground with my hand already on the base.
The first baseman walked to the pitcher and handed him the ball, whispering something, then walked back. I stood, dusted myself off again, and took three big steps.
The pitcher watched me.
I took another step.
"Sometime today!" Robbie yelled from the plate. The pitcher glanced at her, then back at me. He stepped onto the rubber. He took another look at me, and as he did, I took another small step toward second.
The pitcher came set, then spun and fired to first, but I was already on my way to second. The first baseman caught the ball cleanly and fired to second, but the throw was high. It went over the second baseman's head and into the gap between left and center fields.
I hit second without stopping and headed for third. I had no idea where the ball was, so I went down, sliding headfirst, my hand outstretched toward the bag. Just as my hand clamped the canvas bag, the third baseman's glove slapped down on top of it.
"Safe!" yelled the umpire who'd run up behind me. I held my other hand in the air and he added, "Time!"
I stood and dusted myself off for the third time.
"I guess the memory is really the first thing to go," the coach said from his box.
I shrugged.
"I don't even remember giving the signs for bunt or steal."
I grinned. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
I looked at the pitcher, who seemed frustrated. I considered curtseying, but he seemed like a good guy and I didn't want to rub it in. Robbie ain't so nice.
"Can I bat now?" she yelled. "Or did you two want to play one-on-one some more."
The pitcher went from frustrated to mad.
I decided that Robbie wasn't the only one who wasn't nice. I caught the coach's eye and gave him a signal. He thought about it, then nodded, though not as enthusiastically as I'd hoped.
The pitcher stepped on the rubber. Now, as he came set, he was looking straight at me. I took a big lead. I could see him thinking about me and smiled.
"Go ahead and windup!" his coach yelled from the dugout. The pitcher stepped backward off the rubber with his right foot, then back on with both feet. He glanced at me, and I waved. He made a face, then started his windup. As soon as he was in motion, so was I.
Someone behind me was yelling, "He's going!"
I'd had a big jump, so the ball and I were going to get to the plate at the same time. I went down, sliding head first again as Robbie laid down a perfect bunt and took off for first. I lay on the plate and watched as she beat the throw by at least a step-and-a-half.
Okay, life was getting better. Still two outs, but only down by one, and the tying run was on first. And the tying run was Monster Girl. I got up and started walking toward the dugout, then changed my mind. Ricky was coaching first. I went over and took his place, giving the pitcher another friendly wave.
Robbie took a big lead off bag even before the pitcher stepped on the rubber. He glared at her. Then me. "Another step," I said loudly as he stepped on the rubber. He ignored us, turning his back and coming set. I caught Robbie's eye and shook my head, then yelled, "Big step!"
The pitcher turned his shoulder and looked.
"Balk!" the umpire yelled.
Robbie gave me a grin and trotted to second. I'd swear her ass was wiggling more than usual, but maybe it was my imagination.
The pitcher was obviously shook up. He glared at Robbie, but she was standing on the bag chatting with the shortstop and second baseman and not even looking at him. Then he glared at me, and I shrugged. Then he stepped on the rubber with both feet facing the batter.
'He's not going to throw from the windup,' I thought, but a second later he'd started his motion. Robbie had seen it too and was heading for third before I could even yell, "Go!".
The pitch to Chet was outside. The catcher snagged it and fired to third, but Robbie was already there.
Their coach was yelling traditional coach things from the dugout. "Settle down." "Get the batter. He's the one we want." "Three strikes and we're out of here."
The pitcher glared at me again. I'm not sure why. I'm not the one who told him to windup. He took a deep breath and focused on the batter. Robbie took a big lead but he ignored her. He started his motion and fired.
The ball hit the dirt and bounced to the side, though for some reason Chet had swung at it. The ball was past the catcher, and he scrambled after it. Robbie was halfway and Chet was waving her home. The catcher got to the ball, turned, and... there was no one to throw to. The pitcher, instead of covering home, was stomping around the mound.
Robbie crossed the plate.
Their coach was out of the dugout and yelling about a foul ball and Robbie going back to third. The plate ump looked confused. "Did you see it touch the bat?" I asked the base ump who was standing on the foul line a dozen feet from me.
"It never came close," he said.
"You might want to point it out to them," I said pointing to the plate umpire and Warrior's coach.
And life was good again. We were tied.
The pitcher threw four pitches that weren't even close and walked Chet. Then their coach called time, put the pitcher on third, the third baseman in center field, and the center fielder came in and started throwing warmup pitches.
The new pitcher walked Ricky, but that might have been a plan. Ricky had two ground rule doubles already today. That put runners on first and second and brought up... Calvin.
Calvin hit the first pitch into deep center. The center fielder caught it on the bounce and fired it to the shortstop, who turned and fired home. Chet was already across the plate, and Ricky was getting close. The catcher was straddling the plate. He caught the ball and slapped down the tag as Ricky slid.
There was a lot of dust and...
"Got him!" the ump yelled.
There was enough dust that I wasn't going to argue, even though I wanted to.
Not the worst position to be in going into the bottom of seven. Up by one.
We hold 'em and win, or let 'em score one and we play another inning, or we let 'em score two and move to the loser's bracket.
"Hey, coach," I said as I joined the team in front of the dugout. "Got a wicked idea." Even without hearing it, Robbie grinned.
Rickie was grinning too as I explained. The coach just nodded.
"Play it up," I said as we put our hands in the center of the circle and yelled, "Hold 'em!"
We ran onto the field.
"Hey, Robbie, you should pitch," Rickie yelled.
"Okay!" Robbie yelled back and ran to the mound and picked up the ball. She stood on the rubber looking real serious then did an exaggerated wind-up and pitched the ball. The ball flew slowly right into Chet's mitt.
"Strike one!" Ricky yelled. "Hey, Jake, we don't need you."
Jake, who'd pitched the first six innings, blew Ricky a raspberry.
Robbie threw another easy pitch as Jake and the coach walked out to the mound. The coach held out his hand and Robbie dropped the ball that Chet had thrown back into it.
Ricky at first was throwing a grounder to Jimmy at third, so I checked out the Warrior's coach. Just as expected, he was in conference with the plate umpire. A second later, as Robbie trotted to second, the plate umpire signaled the base umpire to join them.
"Uh, coach!" the ump yelled a few seconds later as Jake was taking his place on the mound.
Coach Calloway joined them.
I walked over to Jake. He glanced at the conference, then at me. "You have an evil mind."
I shrugged. "Monster Girl has the evil mind. I just try to stay competitive."
The coach was gesturing frantically. "You want her to pitch?"
I grinned and slapped Jake on the back before walking back to shortstop. "Ham it up," I said to Robbie as I passed by.
A minute later, the coach was back at the mound sending Jake to the dugout and calling Robbie over. She threw three more practice pitches.
Before the game I'd been talking to some of the parents in the stands. One of the Warrior's parents happened to mention that their coach liked to play the rulebook. I happened to know that there was a rule that if a pitcher threw even one warm-up pitch, he or she had to face at least one batter before they could be replaced. I also knew that Jake had told the coach at the end of the last inning that his arm was getting sore.Put that all together, and Robbie was going to pitch to their best batter.
The umpire called "Play ball!" and their first baseman stepped to the plate looking like Christmas had come early. Robbie looked nervous. She looked around as if waiting for the cavalry to ride to her rescue. The batter grinned.
Then Robbie started her wind-up, not so exaggerated, and blew a fastball right through the high inside corner.
It was my turn to grin. Robbie might not be as fast as some of the other pitchers, but man, could she place the ball.
"What the hell was that?" The warriors coach yelled in amazement from the third base coaches box as his batter just stood and looked at the ball nestled in the catcher's glove.
"That was a strike," I yelled back. "Didn't you hear the ump call it?"
The batter kept looking at the ball, then back at Robbie, then back at the ball. Ricky laughed, which probably didn't help.
Chet, our catcher, stood up, then pulled his mask up leaving it propped on top of his head. He looked down at the ball. "Damn, how'd that get there?" he said with a grin before throwing it back to Robbie.
Robbie smiled at the batter, then fired another fastball, middle of the plate, right across the letters.
Strike two.
My plan was to get their clean-up hitter off-balance and it seemed to be working. He'd expected easy meatballs like she'd thrown in warm-ups and was having trouble making the mental adjustment to Robbie's pitching.
Robbie and I had both noticed that he liked low pitches, so she was keeping them above the belt. Fortunately we had a good ump who called the high pitches too. Some umps didn't.
Robbie glanced at me and I--as nonchalantly as I could--stuck out my thumb and swiped it across my neck. Robbie nodded and stepped on the rubber again. She wound up and fired, the ball was high and inside, about six inches in front of the batter's throat. He backed out swinging.
The ump rung up strike three.
The choke pitch is mean. It's almost a complete reflex to back out swinging when you think the ball is targeted on your Adam's apple. Plus, if the pitcher doesn't have great control, he, or she in this case, could really hurt the batter.
One out and still up by one.
The second batter went down swinging. Robbie had rung up a pair of strikes on two fastballs, one on the inside corner and the other just catching the outside. Then she gave him her curve.
Two down.
The next batter was taking her seriously. I'd watched him timing her pitches in the on-deck circle. He stepped into the batter's box, and Robbie sized him up. She started her wind-up and fired a fastball on the outside corner. The batter swung and fouled it off the face of the first base dugout.
Ricky jogged over, picked it up, and tossed it to Monster Girl. Robbie stepped onto the rubber again. She took her sign from Chet, but shook it off. She nodded at the next one, wound up, and fired.
I recognized her curve, but unfortunately, so did the batter. He waited, then swung as the ball started to break.
I heard the crack of the bat and was already moving toward left field. Calvin was playing left and was running backwards, trying to get under it.
The ball hit the top of its arc and was coming down.
It was going to stay in the field at least.
Calvin was camped under it, waiting. I heard Ricky yell, "Second!" which meant the runner had rounded first and was on his way to second base.
The ball came down to Calvin's left, and instead of moving under it he reached over. The ball landed in the top of his glove. I waited to see if it popped out. If it did, they'd never find the body.
The base ump was running beside me and signaled a catch and the third out. We won.
Robbie, Ricky, and I jogged to the dugout, while the rest of the team ran out to hail Calvin as the hero. The coach watched the three of us and the rest of the team as the Warriors slunk off the field.
When the team gathered round and quieted down, the coach looked at me. "Tony, who are you thinking for MVP?"
I was startled. The last two years he'd announced the Most-Valuable-Player by just tossing him the game ball. I glanced around the team, I know a lot of them were thinking Calvin.
"Chet. No question. He did a great job behind the dish and with the deep backstop they have, a few passed balls and we could have gotten pounded. He was hitting pretty good, too. A lot better than me anyway. Of course my aunt's chihuahua hits better than I did today."
Annoying how many people nodded agreement about Aunt Patti's chihuahua.
Coach Callahan looked at Ricky and Robbie, and they nodded. He smiled and tossed Chet the game ball. "Good job."
"What about me?" Calvin whined.
I looked over at him. "I'm not the captain, but if I was, you'd be running laps until next week for that catch."
We hadn't voted a captain yet, but my money was on Ricky.
"If I was captain, I'd trade you to JV," Ricky added.
"And if I was captain, you'd be going back to T-ball," Robbie said, having the last word.
Robbie and I sat in the bleachers and watched games while Tami and Bobbi went shopping. On the other side of the winner's bracket, The Spartans beat the Cavaliers which meant we'd be seeing them tomorrow.
Then the Warriors stayed alive by beating the Panthers. The Cavaliers weren't ready to go home yet either. They beat the Bulldogs.
"Are you two baseballed out?" Tami asked. She and Bobbi showed up just before the last out.
"No," we answered together.
"Are you two shopped out?" I added.
Tami grinned. "Not hardly, but I may need a loan."
"I wonder what she'll use for collateral," Bobbi said with a leer.
Robbie grabbed her by the back of the neck and started steering her out of the bleachers. "Obviously, I need to teach my little sister some subtlety," she said as they disappeared.
"And just what collateral were you planning to ask for?" Tami asked.
"It occurs to me that I don't have a game until tomorrow at eleven. We have time to negotiate."
Tami slipped her hand into my back pocket as we climbed down the bleachers. "Negotiate. Is that what the kids are calling it today?"
The Warriors beat the Cavaliers easily in the nine o'clock game, and two hours later we'd polished off the Spartans. The Spartans had to turn around and face the Warriors and just ran out of steam, letting the Warriors ten-run them in five innings.
Since it was a short game, the Warriors had a chance to rest before facing us again in the championship game.
They might as well as taken a nap.
We put five runs on the board in the first inning, and neither of us scored again.
Four games and we were undefeated.
And had a nice big trophy to take home.
That's how to start spring break.There was a frenzied haste to our actions, as if we both knew we had to finish before reason took hold.
Traci worked her shorts off, then guided my rod into her tunnel of love. She ground herself against me at a fevered pace, and almost before I knew what we were doing, it was over. For both of us.
Traci lay against me, breathing hard. "You don't know how much I needed that."
I looked at her as if seeing her for the very first time and wondered why it had taken so long.
"I needed that," she repeated. "But it was the last time."
"Huh?"
"Tony, I don't want pity fucks. I wanted that one, but no more. Besides, when your little head stops hogging all the blood and your big head gets some, you're going to feel guilty. My advice, don't. I think this was inevitable. It was fate or something. But it's done. And from now on we're brother and sister. Just brother and sister."
"Brat," I said with a smile.
She smiled back. "Just like that. My big brother who protects and, like the song says, `watches over me.'"
I remembered back to the Fourth of July show when Trace had sung Someone to Watch Over Me.
Traci stood, grabbed her shorts off the floor and a t-shirt off the dresser and turned toward the door. She paused and looked back at me still lying on her bed. "But if you want to fantasize about my body..." And with an extra wiggle of her butt she was gone.
"I had sex with Traci."
"I know," Tami said and laid her head on my shoulder as we walked. I wondered if I'd have any secrets at all when we were married. Decided I wouldn't, and also decided that I didn't care.
"She needed it," Tami added.
"That's what she said. She also said it was the last time."
"She's a smart girl. You raised her right."
"I think Mom and Dad would like some of the credit."
"Fifty per cent you and fifty per cent them?"
"More like sixty forty. I'm a hell of an influence."
I felt Tami nod against my shoulder. "That you are."
We walked in silence for a couple of orbits.
"Are you okay with it?" Tami asked finally.
"I am. I think I'm surprised, but I am."
"It was... just something that had to happen."
"That's what Traci said."
Tami nodded again. "Like I said, a very smart girl. Now what?"
"She said now we go back to being just brother and sister." I wondered for the first time if maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the smartest one in the family.
"So what about the rest of your harem?"
"What?"
"You've ignored them for months. Now that you've broken the ice with Bobbi and Traci, do the rest of them get some attention?"
I smiled in spite of myself. "Why do you always ask the hard questions?"
"Because the easy ones are no fun."
Chapter 34
'Damn! This day just keeps getting better and better,' I thought as I saw that someone had parked their SUV in front of our trailer, in MY parking spot. I parked my Mustang along the side road, Lauren Chapin Boulevard. At that point I would have parked on Lauren Chapin herself. I never liked Father Knows Best, and Kitty was usually annoying.
I grabbed my equipment bag off the back seat and slammed the door. Then I went back and apologized to Sally. Yeah, I know, Mustang Sally is a cliche, but sometimes I like cliches.
As I walked in the door, I saw Dad in his chair and could hear Mom--or Traci, but probably Mom--in the kitchen. I tossed my equipment bag disgustedly in the hall.
"I'm quitting school," I announced loudly. "That damn Butz had..."
"Attennnnn-shun!!!"
Without conscious thought, I snapped straight. Shoulders back, chest out, eyes forward, and barely breathing. A few seconds later, a face appeared in my field of view. Though I was now an inch taller than him, he had no trouble getting nose to nose with me. Off to my left I heard a giggle and knew Trace was in the room, too.
Colonel Grandad stared at me. I wanted to blink but couldn't. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that. I think it was less than a week, but I wouldn't put money on it.
The Colonel finally stepped back. "What happened on June twenty-fifth nineteen fifty?" He asked without making eye contact again.
"Sir! North Korea crossed the thirty-eighth parallel, invading South Korea, Sir."
"And what happened on July fifth?"
"Sir! The Twenty-Fourth Infantry Division engaged North Korean troops at Osan and was forced to retreat to Taejeon, Sir."
"And on July twelfth?"
"An ROTC cadet received highly unusual and suspicious orders to leave college before his senior year and the completion of his ROTC and report via military transport to Pusan as a second lieutenant. The Marine Corps never did figure out who originated those orders, Sir."
I thought I saw the corner of the Colonel's mouth lift just a little in a hidden smile but sure as hell wasn't going to mention it.
"And despite not finishing my senior year before going to Korea..."
"Sir! Or starting it, Sir."
"Or starting it." This time I was sure that Gramps was hiding a smile. "What degrees do I hold?"
"Sir! You have doctorates in history and economics. You also attended the National War College, though I don't know if they give a degree or what it is. You're currently working on a masters in political science, which you consider bullsh..." I knew Mom was listening. "BS, Sir."
"So, are you quitting school, boy?"
"Sir! No, sir. Only a fool would quit school. Unless of course North Korea invades again."
The Colonel lost the fight to hide his grin.
"And there's only one fool allowed in this family. Grandpa John," I said naming my other grandfather. Dad's dad and the Colonel were friendly antagonists.
The Colonel's grin got bigger. "You got that one right, boy."
"Permission to speak, Sir?"
I'd been released from attention and was sitting on one of the dining room chairs. Trace was sitting next to Grandpa Doug on the sofa.
The Colonel smiled. "You're not in trouble, so you don't have to pretend to be in the Marines." Unlike some jarheads, according to Mom, when she was growing up, Grandpa left the Corps at the door and treated family like family. But I always enjoyed treating him like the senior officer he was.
"I just wondered where the smart half of the couple is?" The Colonel had two doctorates, Grandma Vickie had four.
"She's either in Tulsa teaching a seminar on the civil rights protests of the sixties or in Houston having a beer at her friend's restaurant."
"Actually, in between," said Mom's voice from the kitchen. "She called me from the airport an hour ago."
"Is that the restaurant that has beer from thirty countries," Traci asked.
"They were up to fifty-eight the last I heard," The Colonel answered.
"That reminds me," Dad said from his chair. When you were in Antarctica last year, did you happen to run into a marine biologist named Gerald Ken...?"
"I didn't hang out with no namby-pamby scientists," Grandpa Doug thundered. Dad had always been a little intimidated by my favorite Marine, and the Colonel enjoyed rubbing it in. "I was with Marines."
"We were just asking because we just found out Gerry Kennedy's a cousin," Traci explained.
"Kennedy, you say," The Colonel mused.
"Fitzgerald or Gerry."
"Name sounds familiar, but I didn't meet any of the science staff.. There was a medic though. Something Kennedy. Kinda cute. If I wasn't a happily married man..."
I laughed. "That would be your niece once removed, you dirty old man."
The Colonel grinned. "Really?"
"Yep. Gerry is Aunt Millie's youngest son."
"I'll be. Now that you mention it, I think Vickie sent him something for his wedding."
"He mentioned that. Something Japanese. I figured it was when you were a major in Osaka."
The Colonel chuckled. "Yer a smart one, boy, but ya missed that by a few years. I got out of the Corps in seventy-eight. He probably hadn't even started high school yet. It was a few years later. I was a guest lecturer at Waseda University. Vickie has always been a smart cookie. In our travels she picks up dozens of knick-knacks from exotic places so that she has them on hand for weddings, birthdays, anniversaries and that sort of thing. She kind of overdid it in Japan. For years, everybody who got married got Japanese figurines.
I remembered that Mitch had mentioned a Japanese wedding gift too.
"So how did you find out about that side of the family?"
"It all started this summer," Traci explained. "Tony's girlfriend Tami decided to highjack everybody on a road trip and..."
"So, are you ever going to tell us just how you got ordered to Korea when you were a cadet?" I asked before taking a bite of my lasagna.
Gramps finished chewing. "I've told you. The orders came out of BUPERS, the Bureau of Personnel in the Navy Department, just like all orders. They just never figured out who initiated them."
"And you had nothing to do with it?" I asked skeptically.
Gramps took a bite of his garlic bread and chewed thoughtfully for a minute. "What was it you said was the favorite saying of that spice girl cousin of yours?"
"Cousin Cinnamon," Traci supplied.
"You can never have too many friends," I added.
"Let's just say she's not the first one in the family to figure that out."
"I want to hear Grandpa tell the story about Mommy and Daddy getting married,"
Traci, sitting next to the Colonel, kept a straight face as Dad turned a delicious shade of red. I was sitting on the floor across from them.
Mom chuckled. "I think we should save that for when Tami comes over later."
I'm not sure if Dad looked relieved or annoyed.
"Dad, why don't you tell Tony and Traci about the Philippine general."
The Colonel leaned back on the sofa. "Well, it's a good story, but it's classified."I don't think the kids are security risks," Mom prodded.
"Trace maybe. She can't keep a secret." The female half of my generation shot me dirty looks.
"Besides," Mom continued, "you told me and Patty the story years ago."
"Well..."
"Please," Traci pleaded.
"I don't know..."
"Pleasssseeee."
I didn't say a word. I knew how hard it was to say no to Traci's puppy-dog look.
"Okay. But bear in mind that under the National Security Act of nineteen-forty-seven, if you repeat anything I tell you, you could be finishing school at Guantanamo."
"Dad, you've told that story in every officer's club in the Western Hemisphere."
"But those were Marines."
"And these are your grandchildren."
"Okay." He looked at me first, then Traci. "How much do you know about the Philippines?"
"Traci can find them on a map," I said smiling, "but usually forgets the double-P."
The brat stuck her tongue out at me.
"The Philippines were run by Ferdinand Marcos from about sixty-five on. In the seventies, he declared martial law. He said to protect the country from communists, but others claimed it was to protect his power. In early seventy-eight, the Philippines held an election while still under martial law, and Marcos's power was reconfirmed.
"The election did not go completely smoothly, and there were a lot of charges of vote buying and election fraud. People in the United States were very critical, and as a result, relations between us and the Philippines were not happy.
"During that summer, the CIA discovered that one of Marcos's top generals and closest friends was being paid by the Soviets. The CIA's head man in the islands brought the evidence to Marcos and was thrown out of the office, and I do mean thrown." Grandpa grinned.
"That left us with the problem of the general. His name was Varata.
"The spooks wanted to have him killed, but the State Department boys thought if there was even suspicion by Marcos that we were involved, Marcos might throw us out of the country.
"The story happened to get to a friend of mine, a captain named Tommy Rawls. Tommy came up with a plan.
"It just so happened that I was doing a stint with G-2, that's intelligence, and got attached to Tommy's unit, so I was there when it all happened. I even held the camera most of the time.
"The general was head of the Philippines Special Forces. Someone at State suggested that the U.S. and the Philippines make a training movie about counter-insurgency techniques. The general loved the idea. It was a chance for him to showcase his troops and be a star.
"The idea was, the Philippine troops would do a jungle patrol and then set up a camp and the Marines would attack them. Then a narrator could explain what each force did right and wrong. Then the roles would be reversed and they'd do it again. There were supposed to be five attacks each, two on the patrol as it moved through the jungle and three against the camp."
I thought I could see the plan. "Let me guess, the Philippines special forces weren't all that special."
"No, some of them were very good," the Colonel corrected. "But the general had never bothered to learn the tricks of the trade, and he was in charge. Some of it's common sense and some of it's things learned the hard way in places like Korea and Vietnam. Little things. The first time the Marines hit the camp, there was a big silver sign with a four stars on it in front of the largest tent. That's like taking an advertisement in the New York Times: Big shot here, please blow me up.
"The Marines hit the general's men five times and each time, inflicted over eighty-per-cent casualties--simulated, of course--including the general and his senior officers. When the Phillies hit the Marines, we never lost more than two people--that's out of a thirty-two man unit--and the Phillies lost fifty-per cent or more."
"Not exactly even," I commented.
"Not exactly," Gramps agreed. "When we attacked, I was on the movie camera, and Tommy told me where to keep focused. When we got attacked, I or one of the Marines would grab the camera as quickly as possible, though for most of those, we knew when the attacks were coming because of our scouts."
"I don't get it," Traci said. "In war games there's always winners and losers."
Grandpa looked at me.
"Machismo," I said tentatively and he nodded. "I'll bet when the film got edited, the comments were really critical about every little mistake the Filipinos made, but couched in flowery language that sounded at first take like they were complementing the Generalissimo." That was how Robbie or Cinnamon would have done it.
"Exactly," the Colonel agreed. "And somehow the film got on television all over the islands. Not everyone had television, but those that didn't see it still heard about it."
Traci still looked confused.
"The Philippines is a Latin culture. Very big on Machismo," I explained. "It's like the Japanese and their face. You know how in the movies a Japanese dude is disgraced and 'loses face', then commits Hari-Kari?"
"Seppuku," the Colonel corrected as Traci nodded.
"The general was disgraced over the failure of his men to stop the marines. I'll bet he resigned within a week."
"Four days," the Colonel corrected again. He caught my eye and made a pistol out of his thumb and forefinger, then pointed his forefinger into his open mouth and dropped his thumb.
I nodded.
"So it was kind of like Mission: Impossible," Traci said.
Gramps grinned. "But without the rubber masks and Peter Graves."
"Peter who?"
* * *
Tami was sitting, straddling my legs as I sat on a chair at the edge of the dining room. She'd come over a few minutes after the Colonel had finished his Philippines story. I was massaging her shoulders while the adults talked. Traci and Grandpa still had the sofa, and Mom sat on the arm of Dad's chair.
"You have the best relatives," Tami whispered after the Colonel had finished his story about last year's arctic, or rather antarctic, training.
I nodded and started nibbling on her ear.
"Hey! Adults in the room," Mom said in mock disapproval.
"And little sisters."
Mom gave the brat a dirty look but didn't say anything.
"I thought I broke you of the habit of sitting on chair arms," Gramps said in his own mock disapproval.
"You did. You said when I buy the furniture I can sit any way I want. I bought this myself."
Gramps shook his head.
"And Tony and Traci know better than to sit like this until they buy the furniture too."
We both nodded.
"Dad, I think you should tell Tami that story that Traci wanted to hear about us getting married."
Dad, my dad, that is, gave Mom an 'et tu, Brutus' look.
"I think she should know the kind of family she's getting into," Mom added, ignoring Dad and his look.
Dad sighed. "And I think you and I should learn a lesson from our first-born and take a romantic walk around the park." Without waiting for a response, he stood and held out his hand. Mom took his hand, and the two left.
"Coward," the Colonel muttered. I guessed he was talking about Dad.
"Let's see, Tony's seventeen, so it must have been about fourteen years ago that your mom called and told me she was engaged."
"Try again," I corrected. "I've seen the wedding license."
"Me, too," Traci added.
"Actually, I've seen it too," Tami put in. "And I'm not as good at math as Tony, but when I subtracted the date from this year, I came up with more than fourteen."
"Did I say fourteen? I meant twenty-one," he said with a grin. "Anyway, I was in Brussels visiting an old friend, your grandmother was in Paris visiting the dress shops, and your mom calls and says she's engaged. And not only wasn't the guy a Marine, he wasn't even a swabbie or Air Farce. Not even a grunt. AND... well, the shame of it all--but Tami darling, you have to know if you're going to marry that guy you're sitting on--his parents were Democrats. Even voted for that damned peanut farmer."
"You mean Carter?" Tami asked.
"Shush!" Traci and I said together.
"Around Grandpa that's a dirty word," Traci explained.
"The amnesty and all," I added.
"Amnesty, my great Aunt Petunia!" the Colonel bellowed. "It was an invitation for people to ignore their duty. If there's ever another war and we need the draft, everyone will just take a vacation in Canada until the next blasted amnesty." He realized how loud he was and added, "Sorry," in a normal tone.
"Anyway, I flew to Paris, then the two of us flew back to DC 'cause the Marine Corps Ball was the next night."
He looked at me, then at Traci. "You should have seen your grandmother. I was just another retired colonel, but she was the queen of the ball." He looked misty-eyed off into space for a minute. I'd seen the pictures. Grandma was beautiful.
"Your mom and dad had driven from college. It was about one in the morning when we got back to the hotel, and they were waiting. I took one look at your dad and said, 'Throw him back, he ain't even legal limit.'"
I love my dad but I have to admit that physically, he ain't very impressive. Average height, average build, average weight, though I think lately he'd been putting on a couple of pounds.
"So your mom looked me in the eye and said, 'Daddy, I'm going to marry him,' while your dad quivered in the corner."
"Gramps." The Colonel looked startled 'cause he hates to be called gramps. "You're not being completely fair," I said. "You forgot to mention that you were decked out in dress blues with a row of ribbons that practically stretched to the floor. You were a pretty impressive sight."
"And you had a sword," Traci added.
"What's that got to do with anything?" the Colonel thundered.I don't think Gramps would have been intimidated by a T-Rex in full roar. Gramps stared alternately at the three of us for several seconds before continuing. "So your mother said 'Daddy, I'm going to marry him,' and I looked him over again, and said, 'Over my dead body.'
"Your grandmother whispered something to your dad, then he stepped forward, looked me in the eye, and said, 'Then I hope your life insurance is paid up, so that Vickie is provided for, 'cause we're getting married.' Then he stepped over to your mom, kissed her, and looked back at me.
"We stared at each other for about a minute. It would have been more impressive if he hadn't blinked every three seconds."
Dad never could win a staring contest. Even when Trace and I were little.
"Then your dad said, 'And WHEN we get married, we MIGHT invite you if you can do two things.' 'What?" I asked. He said, 'Behave yourself and...' I waited.
"He smiled. 'Wear that uniform when you give away the bride.' I decided then that he might not be the worst son-in-law on the planet."
"And I'm glad you did too," Trace said. "Otherwise I wouldn't be here."
Gramps smiled. "In that case honey, I'm glad I did too."
[...]
"I see you decided to show up after all."
I'd been standing and talking to Coach Calloway and Doug Mendenhall. Doug was the plate umpire for today's game and the senior umpire for this part of the state. The base umpire was pretty senior too. I guess Wasay wasn't taking any chances. I turned and saw Coach Rich standing just inside the backstop.
I looked back at Coach Calloway. "Coach, if I call a teacher a fat-assed Neanderthal idiot will I get in trouble? Especially since he isn't one of my teachers. We're not at our school. And he is a fat-assed Neanderthal idiot."
Coach Calloway looked tired. "Yes, Tony."
I looked at Rich. "Too bad."
"Why you little..." Rich said as he stepped toward me. 'Please hit me,' I prayed.
Coach Calloway stepped between us. "Tony, apologize."
"Sorry, Coach, can't do it."
"Two laps. Then hit the dugout. You're sitting."
"That's putting the little twerp in his place," Rich smirked.
A baseball slammed into Rich in the side of his rib cage. He staggered against the fence. Coach Calloway, the ump, and I looked at the field as Rich groaned and held his side. Robbie shrugged. "Sorry, Coach, it slipped," she yelled. "That's why spectators shouldn't be on the field."
[...]
"You've got to be kidding."
Robbie grinned, then shook her head. "It's perfect for your next song in the Spring Concert."
"But..."
"After all, you're the Donny Osmond fan."
I sighed. "I made one little comment about him going from teen idol to game show host. That doesn't exactly make me the president of his fan club. Does he still have fan clubs?"
Robbie grinned again. "Sure. Teachers, librarians, and waitresses in their fifties who go home, put on their old mini-skirts, and..."
"No, thanks. Not an image I need before I go to bed." Tami was on an overnight field trip, and Robbie was walking the park with me. She'd brought her MP3 player and had just played me a song.
Robbie shrugged. Evidently images like that didn't bother her.
"But 'C'mon Marianne'?" I complained. "And it was disco."
"It's perfect. Besides, it was a Four Seasons song before Osmond got a hold of it. And you need to do something different to shake things up.The line: 'It was a passing thing, not a burnin' thing.' For a week before
the show, we'll have Tami completely ignore you while you beg and plead.
Then she can stand on stage as if you didn't exist while you sing.
Everybody will be wondering who the passing fling was.
I could imagine it, certainly better than the fifty-year-old teachers in
mini-skirts. "Well, just as long as I don't have to have a real passing
fling with somebody."
Robbie grinned again. "I'll be your passing fling."
I grinned back. "You, my lady, could never be a passing fling. You'll
always be a burning thing."
Robbie's grin got bigger at the compliment, then her face went blank.
"As long as you're not calling me a rash."
I smiled enigmatically. I'd been practicing. It didn't work with Tami,
she'd read my mind, but maybe with Robbie...
"At least we get a day off."
I knew before I said it that it wouldn't help.
"It's not raining that hard. We could have practiced."
I knew Robbie was right. The rain coming down on the parking lot in
front of us was barely a sprinkle. We'd practiced and played in worse. "I
think the coach just wanted a day off. Maybe he figured we all deserved
one."
Robbie looked at me, then back at the barely damp parking lot. "Yeah,
but..."
"Robbie, we're two-thirds through the season and haven't lost a game
yet. And in league, we haven't won by less than three. I think we can
afford to miss a practice."
"I guess." She didn't sound convinced.
"Would it help if I pointed out that you two have already broken the
state record for double plays?" Tami suggested.
Robbie grinned and put her arm around Tami's waist. "I knew I always
liked you."
"I like you too," Tami said, her arm going around me, but instead of
finding its way into my back pocket, it slid into my front.
"And the bonus is, Mr. Hollowell has been bugging me for weeks about
the three of us meeting with Mrs. Bryant and him, and now we can do it."
Tami's fingers found my car keys and pulled them out. She flipped them to
Robbie, who snatched them out of the air.
"Why don't you take Mustang Sally and we'll meet you there."
"We will?" "What?" Robbie and I said together.
"What's the idea?" Robbie asked, frowning at the keys.
Tami's hand had found its way to its accustomed place and she gently
guided me out the door.
"I've got my own personal Fred Astaire, and it's a perfect day for him
to serenade me," Tami said over her shoulder as she walked me toward the
side of the building.
"I think you mean Gene Kelly," I said after I'd followed her twisted
logic to the end.
"Whatever. Sing, boy."
"I'm singin' in the rain, just singin' in the rain.
What a glorious feeling, I'm..."
"Have fun?"
Robbie was waiting for us just inside the middle school.
Tami and I looked at each other and grinned. "Yeah, we did," we said
together.
Robbie shook her head and led us to the teacher's lounge. "Mr. Hollowell
said it was okay. There's already something going on in the
conference room."
Robbie opened the door and walked in. I followed, but it seemed wrong.
This was a hallowed place, only for teachers. I know respect has never
been my strong suit, but I couldn't help waiting for a lightning bolt to
smite us.
Robbie had no such problem. She walked to the refrigerator, pulled out
a Coke, and plopped down in an overstuffed chair. I looked at Tami, who
seemed as off-balance as I was. We ignored the refrigerator and sat
together on the couch. Robbie shook her head and smiled.
It was a few minutes later when Mr. Hollowell and Mrs. Bryant came in.
Mr. Hollowell pointed Mrs. Bryant to a chair, then went to the fridge and
got pops for them both. He looked at me, and I shook my head. I guess
Tami must have too, 'cause he sat down in another chair.
"Mrs. Bryant, I don't know if you know our distinguished alumni. This
is Robbie Tate," he said, nodding at my favorite redhead. "Varsity football
and baseball, the recent play contest and one of the best GPAs in the high
school."
Mrs. Bryant smiled. "I'd have to live in a cave not to know about
Monster Girl. I think both my boys have crushes on her."
"Mrs. Bryant has two boys in the middle school," Mr. Hollowell
explained. "Dalton is an eighth grader and Michael is in sixth. Then she
has a girl in fifth."
I think Kelly went out with a Dalton Bryant for a while, so she and Traci
would both know him.
"Then this is Tony Sims," Mr. Hollowell continued the introductions.
"Also football, baseball, and the play. And almost as good a student as
Robbie." Obviously, he hasn't been following the class standings. Either
that or he knew something I didn't about the new standings coming out
Friday.
"And finally, Tami Sharp. She doesn't play football or baseball, but
she has a popular column in the paper."
"I wouldn't miss it," Mrs. Bryant said and seemed sincere.
"Mrs. Bryant is the president of the Parent Teachers Organization."
Damn, another benefit. I was starting to feel used.
"Thank you, Mr. Hollowell. Like he said, I'm this year's president of
the P.T.O., and we'd like your help." The look Robbie passed me indicated
she'd come to the same conclusion I had.
"I wanted to talk to the three of you because you're all role models.
With your football and baseball, you," she indicated Robbie and me,
"inspire all the sports nuts, yet you both have good grades too. And I
know a lot of kids who don't bother to read your column," she looked at
Tami, "think it's cool that their parents and teachers do. In some ways,
you're the best role model of all because even though you're still a
teenager, a, pardon the expression, kid, you're already making it in the
adult world." I patted Tami on the knee to add my agreement. But if she
was talking role models, maybe we weren't talking about a performance.
Besides, Tami doesn't sing.
"I think we're buttered up now," Robbie said.
"I wasn't buttering you up. Well, not just buttering you up. I was
trying to explain why the PTO wants your help." Robbie's face was neutral,
but her eyes were skeptical.
"The PTO, in association with the national organization, is starting a
new campaign in the schools." I caught a very small shake-of-the-head from
Robbie and knew that she knew more about this 'campaign' than I did. "We
intend to start in ten days and run programs throughout the rest of the
year."
"Just what kind of campaign is it?" Tami asked.
Mrs. Bryant hesitated. "Sex education," Mr. Hollowell supplied.
That wasn't so bad. I knew from experience how poor the sex education was.
Anything would be an improvement.
"Abstinence," Robbie amended.
"Yes," Mrs. Bryant agreed. "But I'm sure you'll agree..."
Tami stood. "We're wasting your time. None of us are interested."
I was surprised. Tami usually isn't this assertive. Mrs. Bryant was
surprised, too. "Maybe you should let the others speak for themselves."
"Trust me," Tami said. "I'm doing you a favor. Tony isn't always as
patient with ideas he thinks are stupid as he should be. Sometimes his
mouth takes over when his brain should be keeping him quiet."
I'd object, but I remembered all those cautions I'd gotten from Mr. Reed
about in-your-face attitude.
"And while Robbie might be more diplomatic, her sarcasm is sharper than
any knife in your kitchen."
Robbie glanced at me and flashed me a superior smile.
"None of us are interested in preaching abstinence to the middle
school."
"I've read your column. You're an intelligent girl." I could have sworn
I heard the shadow of the word 'little' in between those last two words.
"You don't think sex in middle school is a problem? You think these kids
are mature enough for sex?"
"You're right. Most of them are not mature enough for sex," Tami
agreed.
"Then why...?"
"There are a lot of students in college who aren't mature enough either.
Are you going to run your abstinence campaign there?"
"Don't be ridiculous, they're adults."
Tami nodded. "By act of Congress, but that doesn't make them mature.
Besides, adult is a very elastic term. Look at drinking. For a long time
a lot of states thought eighteen was adult enough to drink, but now they all
say it's twenty-one. English kids must mature faster because it's still
eighteen there. In Germany and Italy, it's sixteen, and Portugal doesn't
even have a drinking age."
"This isn't about drinking," Mrs. Bryant said stiffly.
"No, it's about maturity, and that's just one test. My point is you
can't assign a number and magically make everyone mature when they reach
it."
"I never said that."
"But you think you can decide who's mature enough to have sex and who
isn't."
"Teenaged sex is a problem. We have to do something."
"I agree. It's a problem. But abstinence isn't the solution, education
is. You need to make sex education more realistic." I couldn't help it, I
had an image of Tami and me on top of a desk, fucking in front of a class
of eighth graders while Robbie stood to the side and explained--excuse the
pun--the ins-and-outs of the process. I looked at Robbie, and from her
grin, she had a similar picture in her head.
"We need to stop these kids from having sex, not teach them how."
"How are we going to stop them, by having them take the virginity pledge
and wearing a ring or a bracelet?"
"That's one way."
"Doesn't work. Most of the studies agree that pledged kids have almost
the same incidence of sex as non-pledged. Leslie Warren, who's a freshman,
was still wearing her ring last month when little Ashley was born."
"We can't just ignore the problem," Mrs. Bryant demanded.
"Like I said, education is the answer, not preaching abstinence.Teenage sex is nothing new, and it's not going away just because you tell kids not to.
"In my day..."
"In your day, kids had sex. Both Tony's parents started having sex in school."
They did?
"So did his grandfather."
The Colonel? I still can't believe the Colonel ever had sex, Mom and Aunt Patti not withstanding.
"You probably graduated high school mid-eighties?"
"Ninety-one," Mrs. Bryant corrected, seeming offended.
"How many girls in your class didn't graduate because they got pregnant? Or had their kids in the audience?"
"Not the good girls."
"That's what it comes down to. You've got the idea that good girls don't. Or good boys for that matter. But I'm a role model--you said so yourself--and I was having sex in middle school. Tony's a role model too. He had sex in middle school."
So much for Mom telling me to keep being discreet.
"And Robbie's probably the biggest role model of all, and she had sex in middle school. We all had sex in middle school. We all still have sex in high school. We may not be--in your eyes--mature enough, but I don't think it's hurting us."
Tami indicated that it was time to leave. "What it comes down to is that all of us hate hypocrites. So we're not going to stand in front of your school and tell them to wait when we didn't and when we don't regret it."
* * *
"You're pretty amazing," I said when we were out in the parking lot. The rain had stopped.
"I'll second that," Robbie added.
Tami grinned. "It felt kinda good, upstaging you two."
"As long as you don't make it a habit," Robbie said with an answering grin. "Did you make that up? The part about Tony's parents and grandad?"
Tami shook her head. "I'm in the same debate class as you. I can cite my sources."
"Which are?" I asked.
"Your sister."
"My sister?"
Tami nodded.
"How would she know?"
Tami gave me her 'you're-stupid-but-I-love-you-anyway' look. "She asked them."
I was amazed. "She just asked them when they started having sex?"
"I think they were giving her one of their sex talks, and she kind of turned it back on them. Your dad said he was a junior with a girl named Marsha."
That explained why he always said Marsha with a sigh when he looked at his old yearbooks.
"Your mom was a sophomore."
"And Traci asked the Colonel too?"
Tami shook her head again. "She didn't ask the Colonel, she asked her granddad. You're the only one who treats him like he's still in the Corps and you're one of his recruits."
I started to protest, then grinned. "And the Col... I mean Gramps told her he had sex in high school?"
"His senior year."
It was my turn to shake my head. "And when did your mom lose her virginity?"
Tami looked shocked. "My mom has never had sex."
Chapter 37
"We're on with the one and only Monster Girl," the disc jockey said in his best announcer voice. Tami reached forward and turned up the volume on the radio. We were driving home after she'd picked me up at the club after I'd worked all morning. It was the first Saturday since the baseball season started that I didn't have a double header.
"An undefeated season so far. That's got to feel good," the announcer prompted.
"It feels great."
"Tuesday you play Lake again, and if you win...?"
"If we win, we sew up the district championship."
"And if you lose?"
"We won't, but we'd still be in good shape. Lake has the best win-loss record in the district next to us. If they win and then win their next three games and we lose to Lake and our last three games we'd be tied and there'd be a playoff game. If they lose even one of their last four games or we win, then we can't be caught."
"Last year you won district and then lost in the first round of the state play-offs," he reminded her.
"That's not going to happen this year." I knew it was radio, but I couldn't help feeling that she was staring straight at me.
"What's the outlook for the Lake game?"
"Lake and North Lincoln are probably the toughest teams in our league, and we've already beat them both once. This time, when we play Lake we have home field advantage, too. But this is baseball, anything can happen. As my friend Tony likes to say, 'Any team can beat any other team on a given day.' A ball takes a bad hop, the wind catches a fly ball, anything can happen. We should be able to beat Lake, but we'll still have to work for it."
"Should be a great game, I'm looking forward to it. On a final note, what about football next year?"
"All the way."
* * *
"Your girl sounded good."
"My girl?" We'd gotten home and were walking toward the front of the park to get the mail.
"Isn't she your protégé?"
"Pretty much, since the day we met, I've been wondering who was protégéing who."
"Is protégéing a word?"
"It is now."
Tami grinned, slipped her hand in my back pocket, and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Put your head on my shoulder," I crooned.
"I could get used to this."
I grinned. "I thought you already were."
We got to the mail boxes and each opened our own. I was curious when Tami pulled out a large official looking envelope with her name on it. Tami looked guilty and put the envelope under her mother's copy of Cosmo. She saw me looking at her and turned red. "It's nothing," she mumbled.
I nodded and decided she'd tell me when she was ready. "I was thinking lunch."
Tami nodded, looking relieved.
"What are you going to make me?"
Tami looked startled since I usually cooked. "How about a grilled cheese?"
I grinned. "Your kitchen or mine?"
* * *
"What's up, Brat?"
"Going to a movie. Have you seen my jean jacket?" Traci asked, getting down on her knees to look under the sofa.
"Not lately," I answered, not paying a lot of attention. I was watching a tape of yesterday's O'Reilly Factor, and he was talking about Pelosi's latest lunacy. I liked O'Reilly. He and I agreed most of the time, except about sex. "Your blue one is in the closet. Wear it."
"I want my jean jacket," she said emphatically.
A light bulb went on over my head. "Who you going to the movies with?"
"A guy," she mumbled, turning pink.
It occurred to me that since I was in charge again--Dad was in Sacramento for a conference and Mom had gone with him--it wasn't just brotherly curiosity, it was a duty to find out more. "Do I know him?"
"Don't think so," she mumbled as she stuck her head in the closet and started rooting around. "Dalton Bryant."
The world is too small. "Didn't he used to go out with Kelly?"
"That was ages ago," she said standing up with her jacket in her hand. I was surprised she didn't yell 'Ah-ha' or 'Eureka'. She looked over at me. "This isn't a big thing, but a pretty smart guy I know said I had to get on with my life."
I grinned. "Anybody I know?"
Trace grinned back. "I don't think so." Traci shifted from foot to foot for a few seconds. "Can I ask your advice about something?"
"Shouldn't you ask one of your smart friends?"
"I don't think Robbie's home," Traci shot back. Robbie had once again climbed to the top of class standings, and I'd fallen to third behind uberstudent Tony Mather. "What do you want to know?"
"Uh, I got this friend..."
I nodded knowingly.
"I mean it. You know Darcy."
It took a second. "The one with the lop-sided tits."
"They're not lop-sided, they're just..."
My turn to grin. "If you think of a better description, let me know. Meanwhile, I know Darcy."
"She, uh..."
"Trace, you know how I feel about secrets?"
She nodded.
"That includes secrets that come to me second-hand."
"She, uh, she's thinking about taking some nude pictures of herself for her boyfriend."
"And you want to talk her out of it?"
Traci nodded.
"Isn't she the one who wants to be a lawyer when she grows up?"
Trace nodded again.
"This is an easy one. Ask her what firm will hire her if they find her nudes on the internet. If she doesn't think they'll get there, ask her how many pictures of other girls she's seen."
Traci nodded again, looking relieved.
"There are a few guys you could trust with those kinds of pictures, but not many."
Traci mumbled something and headed for the back. It took me a minute to realize she'd said "Peter."
"Trace, one suggestion," I said a few minutes later when she came back ready to leave. "When you're talking to Dalton's mother, you might not want to mention you know me."
"What'd you do now?"
"Not me, it was Tami."
As Traci left, I had the distinct feeling she didn't believe me.
Chapter 38
"What's he doing here?"
"Tony, in the dugout," Coach Calloway said quickly.
"But..."
"Tony, now!"
Reluctantly I walked over to the dugout and sat down.
"What now?" Robbie asked.
"Check out Lake's coaching staff," I said, nodding toward the first base dugout. She looked, and her eyes got wide.
"What's he doing here?"
"That was my question." I waited for Coach Calloway to come back. Okay, I didn't just wait, I pouted.
"Okay, here's the deal," the coach said when he came back. Ricky and the rest of the team had joined us on the bench. "Lake's coach, Bill Seguerra, is out for a week because of his appendix. Coach Rich is taking over."
"Why?" Robbie and I said together. "Isn't he suspended?" I added.
"His suspension ended last week. And apparently everyone else had other commitments or didn't want the job." The coach looked straight at me. "Everyone on the field, let's get infield."
The team ran out, but Robbie and I sat.
"Let's play some ball, Tony."
Before I could decide how to answer, Robbie pulled me to my feet and tugged me toward the field. I took my place at short as the coach started hitting to the outfield."Look, they all throw like girls," Rich said loudly as Calvin threw the ball into me. I fired and accidentally missed Ricky at first base. Coach Rich jumped out of the way just before the ball smashed into the screen in front of the dugout.
Rich glared, and I shrugged.
A couple minutes later, I missed again. Rich charged over to the umpire. I saw the coach gesturing wildly, and the umpire shaking his head and shrugging.
The rest of our infield went smoothly as Rich stayed close to one or the other of the umpires. Lake had already taken infield, so as we finished, Jake took the mound and started throwing warm-up pitches. Chet yelled "Coming down!" and after the next pitch, fired to Robbie at second. The throw was perfect. Robbie caught it about a foot over the ground and slapped it down on the bag.
Robbie tossed the ball to me. I should have fired to Ricky, but I didn't. I held the ball for several seconds, then looked at Robbie. "I can't do this," I said quietly.
"Don't. Not for me."
I smiled at my best friend. "It's not about you. Not anymore." I walked across the field to Rich, standing in the third base coach's box. I dropped the ball at his feet and kept going toward the dugout.
I hadn't noticed Butz and Mr. Reed in the bleachers until they walked onto the field. "Get back out there," Butz ordered.
"Not happening." I kept going past them toward the dugout.
"You walk off this field and you won't play ball again," Butz yelled.
I stopped and turned. I looked around the field. Everyone was staring at Butz and me. The whole situation felt familiar, and I realized that I hadn't changed since Parker and the locker room. I nodded. "Okay."
"You can't just walk out on your team," Butz said.
"I'm not walking away from my team, but I've said before that I won't share the field with that fucking idiot."
"Apologize!"
"I'll apologize when you start treating students like human beings able to have opinions and make decisions."
"I'll..."
I never found out what he'd do. Dad stood up in the bleachers and started clapping. Robbie's dad and my mom were only seconds behind him. Then one by one, everyone stood and started clapping. I turned my back on Butz, walked into the dugout, and grabbed my equipment bag and bat.
"You can't..." he yelled. I looked at Butz, but he wasn't focused on me anymore. He was looking at Robbie who was just crossing the foul line on the way to the dugout. I smiled to myself and let myself out the gate. Tami was waiting for me and gave me a hug.
"If anyone else takes one step, I'll cancel baseball forever!" Butz threatened.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ricky start walking across the field. A second later, Chet was taking off his chest protector and helmet and dropping them on the plate. Jake was next. He flung his mitt in Butz's direction, then walked to the plate to help Chet with his shin guards. One by one, they all followed me to the dugout and off the field where we stood, not quite knowing what to do next.
Mr. Reed looked embarrassed, and I felt sorry for him. He seemed to get caught in the middle of my battles with other authority.
Butz walked to the gate and stared at me. "You will never play sports again." More déjà vu.
At that moment, I didn't care. I didn't want to represent HIS school in anything.
Mom and Dad walked up, Dad laying his arm across my shoulders. "Put it in writing and sign it," Dad said.
"Make sure you include your reasons for the action," Mom added. "If you're stupid enough."
Dad took his arm off my shoulder and put it around her.
I liked my parents.
The tableau continued for several minutes as Butz stared at me, Mom and Dad stared at him, and the team shifted aimlessly in a circle around me. Surprisingly, it was Katie Moore who broke the tension.
The six-foot-one blonde senior was captain of the softball team. She walked up to Butz and dropped her mitt on the ground at his feet. One at a time, the rest of the softball team added to the pile. The softball team had been playing Lake on their field on the other side of the football grandstand. Obviously, someone had run over and told them what was going on.
Katie walked over, put her arm around my shoulder, and started walking me toward the school. The rest of the two teams followed us. None of us said a word.
It was too bad that the track team was at Wenatchee.
Somebody sticking their javelin right between Butz's feet could have been a hell of an end to the show.
Chapter 39
"Yo, stud, the music stopped."
There was something about holding Tami. We were surrounded by a hundred other couples, but as I held her close and danced, we might have been alone on a deserted island. I'd been looking in her eyes and had gotten lost in them.
"Huh?" I looked around. The band had stopped playing, and the other couples had stopped dancing and were applauding as Dennis Krimalaenski walked to the center of the stage. Ski, as everyone called him, held up his hand, and the applause stopped.
"Last year, when I was a lowly junior," a few chuckles, "the prom got canceled, and then rescued by three sophomores who should have known better than to interfere with upperclass activities. A lot of people, including me, said it was the best prom ever." I concentrated on not turning red as the audience clapped. Tami was less successful.
"This year, those same three, now lowly juniors themselves--or maybe not, since they were voted honorary seniors last year. Maybe now they're honorary alumni. Anyway, those same three took over the prom committee, and despite rumors of embezzlement and Caribbean vacations, made an even better prom."
More applause as a breeze blew through the park, ruffling gowns and decorations. Tami wore her long hair loose, and I never tired of watching it billow in the wind.
Ski held up his hands to quiet the crowd again. "Most of you know the weatherman was predicting a thirty percent chance of rain tonight, but I'm told that when she was helping set-up earlier tonight, Robbie looked up at the sky, shook her finger, and said 'No.' And the weather has been perfect ever since."
This time, I joined in the applause. I couldn't see Robbie, but knew she and Troy Benning were somewhere in the crowd.
"Last year, they became honorary members of the class of two thousand five. So this year, I'd like them to become honorary members of the class of two thousand six as well." This time the applause was louder, and a lot of hands started pushing Tami and me toward the stage. We got there at the same time as Robbie and Troy. I hugged Robbie, then she hugged Tami before we joined Ski on stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the double, soon-to-be triple, seniors," Ski said with a flourish. The three of us took a quick bow before escaping.
"That was a pretty good hand, considering two of them managed to kill school sports," Ski said with a wink toward us. The crowd laughed, and I felt my cheeks burn.
"Not fair," Robbie yelled. "Katie helped." That got the laughter even louder. Butz had canceled the rest of the season for baseball and softball after the Lake game, or rather non-game. Two days later, the track and tennis teams had walked off their fields in protest. There'd been a lot of grumbles from the parents and community, but the school board decided that they didn't have enough time to adequately contemplate the situation before the season ended anyway.
I missed baseball. And I was depressed that we wouldn't get our chance at the state title that had eluded us so far, but I wouldn't change what I did even if I could. I'm not sure everyone on the baseball team felt the same way.
Ski finished talking, and the band started playing again. I gave Robbie a light kiss and started dancing again.
"It's a perfect night, isn't it?" Tami murmured in my ear.
"I can't think of anything that would make it better."
I don't know why, maybe it was the mind-reading thing working my way for once, or maybe there was something in her body language, but I knew Tami was trying to make up her mind about something. I gave her her mental space and just enjoyed her nearness.
"Tony, remember that letter I got two weeks ago?"
"Yep. It looked important."
"You wondered about it?"
"Sure did," I agreed. "But I knew you'd tell me when it was time."
Tami hesitated. I just danced.
"It was from the Times."
"Okay."
"The New York Times."
"Wow." I was impressed even if the Times wasn't my favorite newspaper. They were a little too far left for my taste.
"I applied for an internship, and they accepted me," Tami said softly.
I let go of Tami and stepped back. She amazed me. "That's fantastic," I said and meant it. "I didn't think the Times was that smart."
Tami grinned as couples danced around us. "It's for six weeks. Right after school ends," she said, dropping the bad news.
Six weeks without Tami. I wasn't sure I could stand it. Even in the seventh grade when she was mad at me, I could still see her, or know she was close.
"You can't go." Tami looked shocked, but I knew right then that if I asked, she wouldn't go. I grinned. "If they find out your boyfriend's a Republican, they'll have you flogged."
Tami smiled and shook her head. "Tony, the New York Times does not flog people." The music stopped, and couples milled near us, waiting for the next song.
"An exorcism, then," I suggested.
"Anyway, I'm an independent."
"That you are, me lady," I said with a bow and a flourish. "But the Times is a bastion of liberals and Democrats. And please note that, especially at the Times, Democrat and democracy are two different and totally unconnected things."
"You and Democrats. And you call the Times biased."
"Did you ever hear my perfect definition of a Republican?""Tami shook her head.
"This was an email joke one of my online friends sent me. I don't remember which one."
"Probably from one of the porn groups you used to visit."
"Could be, I really don't remember where I got it. Anyway, a rich man's daughter came home from college where she had picked up a lot of liberal ideas. At dinner that night, she proceeded to lecture her father on the evils of being a Republican and the joys of being a Democrat. Her father listened patiently and waited until she ran down.
"He looked at his daughter and asked, 'What did you get in your history class?'"
"His daughter was startled. 'Daddy, you know I got an A.'"
"'What did your friend Jenny get?'"
"'Jenny barely got a C.'"
"'I've got a great idea. Why don't you talk to your professor and give some of your class points to Jenny. Then you both can get B's.'"
"His daughter looked shocked. 'Daddy, I worked hard for that A.'"
"Her dad smiled. 'Welcome to the Republican Party.'"
Tami smiled. "Maybe I'm a Republican."
"Better stay an independent until after your internship."
Tami kissed me. "You're okay with it?"
"Of course not. I'm not sure I can live with you that far away. I may just fade away. But this is too good a chance to pass up. You HAVE to go."
"But the road trip?"
"You said six weeks. We can do a road trip after you come back. Or we won't. A road trip will be fun, but this is something you need to do."
"You are way too sensible to be seventeen."
"I may be sensible, but that doesn't mean I won't be crying myself to sleep in June."
The music started again, and Tami took hold of me. "You say the sweetest things."
"And you know how I feel about the truth," I added as I nibbled her ear.
* * *
I hugged Mikee as we watched Tami and Robbie on the stage. Her date, a kid from my class whose name I couldn't remember, didn't look happy about it. Allie joined them a minute later and Darlene a minute after that.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your junior court," Ski announced and stood aside so we could admire. I grinned to myself as I realized that my harem had swept the contest. A few minutes later, four seniors, none of whom I knew well, had joined my girls and gotten their tiaras.
"And finally, your prom queen, Paula..." Paula's last name was obliterated by the applause that swept the room.
It was a perfect prom. At least it would have been if Robbie had let me sneak Trace in. She was doing better. She dated, though nothing serious. I knew she missed Peter but she was getting on with it.
* * *
Two hours later the drummer--who'd graduated North Lincoln a couple years ago--stood and walked to the microphone.
"This has been a fantastic prom." Cheers. "The only thing that could be better than dancing on the grass with you is being up here playing with Prisoners of War." More cheers. "Just one thing before we get to our last couple of songs.
"Everybody knows how we feel about shit-kicker. Oops, forgot this was a school. I mean, country music. It's even lower than opera." Some cheers, some boos, and some laughs. "A couple weeks ago, this guy comes to us and not only wants us to play a country song, he wants to sing it with us. I said, 'No way.' The next day he says he's a superstar athlete. I checked. This school doesn't even have a baseball team." A few laughs as people started looking my way. "I say, 'Not happening.'
"He comes back a day later and says his girlfriend's a star columnist. I asked how old she was, he says, 'Seventeen.' I told him to take a hike.
"Yesterday he comes back and says, 'Did I mention my best friend's Monster Girl and she could hurt you?' Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Sims and our first country song."
I grabbed Tami's hand and pulled her up on the stage with me. The drummer went back to his kit as I took the microphone and knelt on one knee in front of Tami.
"I come here today, I'm kind of nervous.
You know how words get in my way.
It should come easy, I've been rehearsing.
I don't know why I'm so afraid to say
Will you marry me?
Put our life and love together.
Will you stay with me,
For always and forever.
On bended knee, would you take this ring.
Will you marry me, please?
Will you marry me?
To be with you is what I live for.
But at this moment I confess,
Though I love you, God knows I love you,
Deep down inside I'm scared to death.
Will you marry me?
Put our life and love together.
Will you stay with me,
For always and forever.
On bended knee, would you take this ring.
Will you marry me, please?
Will you marry me?
On bended knee, would you take this ring.
Will you marry me, please?
Will you marry me?"
As the music ended, I stayed on my knee. "Tamerone Elizabeth Sharp, will you marry me?" If the crowd reacted I didn't hear it. My whole world was Tami and her words.
"One year from today, big boy. One year from today." | null | Chapter 1 | Collections/stm/fav_or_superfav/Wizard/Trailer Park - The Fifth Year - Part 2.txt |
1,529 | Wizard | Class Project | "Was it worth it, Young Man?" The judge stared down at me from his raised desk, his gaunt face reminding me of some of the monsters on the old Friday night creature features.
I knew what I had to do.
Lord knows, I'd had enough practice.
Just let my face go slack and slowly drop my head until I was looking at my toes. Fidget a little, scuff my right foot a couple times, then say "No, sir," letting my voice break a little between words.
* * *
It had been a pretty normal day. But then, almost nothing ever happens at Barkin Middle School.
Fifth period: my least favorite class, but also the one I looked forward to the most. It was enough to give me one of those split personalities they're always talking about on the crime shows.
It was my least favorite because it was reading.
I looked forward to it because it was my only class with Kimmy.
You see, Kimmy's a sixth grader. And reading is a sixth-grade class, but I'm in seventh. I know I have some trouble reading, but I still couldn't believe my parents and Mr. Ball, the principal, stuck me in this class.
Like usual, I waited till just before the bell rang, then slipped into the room. Chad was right behind me. It's worse for him. He's in eighth.
Mr. McCoy wasn't in the room yet, so as I got to Kimmy I stopped and kissed her. I would have given her thigh a squeeze--I usually do--but she was sitting in a desk chair that made that awkward.
DJ was in the desk next to her and giggled. She usually did. She stopped when Chad leaned down and kissed her.
Chad and I grinned at each other, then continued to the back of the room. At least there weren't enough desk chairs and we got to sit in regular seats.
The bell rang, and the eleven sixth graders, Chad, and I all tried to look like we wanted to be here.
Mr. McCoy still didn't come in.
He was usually late. He taught most of his classes in the high school. The middle school was at one end of the building and the high school at the other, separated by the main gymnasium. But he usually beat the bell.
"I'm sorry I'm late, I got stuck..." Timmy Gibler was saying as he walked in. "Nobody's here," he said, slipping into a desk in the front of the classroom.
I would have been insulted if I hadn't known he meant a teacher.
"Mr. McCoy's late again," Janice Rand said unnecessarily.
Timmy turned in his seat to look at Janice, who was sitting in front of me. "I saw Mr. McCoy going into the assembly with the high school. I figured we had a sub."
"Maybe they forgot about us," Bobby Reavers said.
"Maybe they did," Kimmy said with a huge grin. She got up and walked back to me. "Any idea how we can pass the time?" she said, standing over me.
"We could read our next chapter."
"Like that's going to happen." She sat across my legs and kissed me, hard.
"You just going to sit there and let me do all the work?" she asked when she broke away a minute later.
"Sounds good to me." Sometime during the kiss Chad had gained a lap ornament of his own, and his hand roamed DJ's ass as she planted kisses around his face.
I glanced at the door. Timmy had closed it when he came in. I figured we'd hear the knob and Kimmy could jump up in time. I kissed her, my hand going to the soft but firm mound over her heart.
"Get a room," Janice complained a minute later.
"Better yet, move to the front. I'm getting a crick in my neck," Mark Lester added.
I started to make a sarcastic comment about what Mark could do with his neck when Kimmy stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. "Timmy, be a lookout," she said as she led me to the teacher's desk.
"Not me."
"Do a good job and I'll let you feel me up."
'Why the hell isn't someone that fast on the track team?' I thought as Timmy looked out the window. Like all the classrooms in the middle school, ours had a window about the size of a paperback book. The doors in the high school were solid wood, though I wasn't sure what the school meant by that.
"Clear."
Kimmy leaned me back against the desk, then molded herself to me. My hands found natural resting places on the cheeks of her ass. The denim of her jeans would have left a lot to my imagination if my memory didn't know her soft skin so well.
Our lookout was watching us more than the hall, but I figured, what the hell? At most, if I got caught, I'd get suspended a couple of days for making out. Mom would have a cow, but Dad would give me an attaboy when he thought she wasn't listening.
I became aware of heavy breathing, and from the corner of my eye I saw that Chad and DJ had joined us. Then Kimmy's hand moved between our bodies and cupped the crotch of my jeans. Damn! I was getting a hand job in class in the middle of the day. I love school.
Kimmy's fingers found my zipper and started pulling it down.
In the back of my mind I knew I should worry about something, but Kimmy's hand wormed into my fly, wrapped around the big guy through my underwear, and squeezed. I had trouble thinking.
Kimmy's tongue slipped from my mouth, and she glanced at our lookout.
Timmy blushed, then looked out the window. "Clear. Hall's empty."
Kimmy kissed my chin, then my Adam's apple. Her hand released the Big Guy. She kissed the top of my chest. Her hand wormed back out of my jeans. I realized that Kimmy was getting smaller, but couldn't remember why that was significant.
Kimmy was kissing the top of my stomach, teasing it with her tongue. I didn't even remember her unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands were fumbling with my belt and the snap of my jeans. I tried to think. There was a reason I should stop her, but I couldn't remember why. Next to me, I could see Chad's tongue as it moved in DJ's mouth.
Kimmy licked my belly button as her hand plunged into both the top of my pants and my underwear. One cupped my balls while the other encircled the Big Guy. I moaned and someone giggled.
I knew that was an important clue, someone giggling, but then Kimmy dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans and underwear down with her. I could feel her warm breath on my cock and the Big Guy, freed of its confinement, stood up straight and proud.
For several seconds we stayed like that, Kimmy just breathing on my rod. She knew I loved that. Then her tongue flashed out and teased my pisshole. "Oh, God," I groaned, looking down at her. She smiled up at me, then her mouth engulfed the Big Guy.
"Fuck yes." I looked next to me. Chad was pushing DJ down to her knees. DJ wasn't as aggressive as Kimmy, but she got the idea and was working his fly.
I grinned and enjoyed the sensations that were building in my cock.
"Go, Kimmy, go!"
Hailey's shout brought me back to the real world. I looked around. Twenty eyes stared at us. Timmy had his cock out and was stroking it. The other five guys in class were rubbing themselves through their pants. I noticed that Hailey's hand was busy under her short skirt, then I exploded.
I'd been stroking the back of Kimmy's head, but now I reached back for the edge of the desk to steady myself as rope after rope of hot cum pumped out of my balls and down Kimmy's throat.
"Oh, God." I didn't know who said it, or even if it was a boy or a girl.
Kimmy sucked my shrinking cock as she pulled her head back and released it. "My turn," she said huskily as she stood and reached for her own zipper.
I couldn't believe it as she pushed her jeans and my favorite pair of candy cane panties down her legs, exposing herself to the whole class. I mean, I had an excuse. By the time her hand was on my cock, I didn't have a working brain cell in my head.
She pulled me forward until I was standing upright again, then pushed me down to my knees.
What the hell? I'd just gotten a blow job. How many more days can they suspend me for muff diving? I pressed my face forward into her pussy, my tongue pushing past her lips as soon as it made contact.
Chad had grabbed DJ's ears and was pulling her forward as he came in her mouth.I'm not an exhibitionist or anything, but the idea of all those eyes watching excited me as I ran my tongue the length of her slit. I felt Kimmy shudder. I knew how much she loved the feeling of a tongue.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..."
I pulled back and looked for the source of the interruption. Hailey was bucking in her chair, the front of her skirt fluttering as her hand moved faster and faster. My cock hardened as I watched, then Kimmy pulled me back to her crotch. I kissed her several times and then stood, turning her so that she leaned against the desk. My cock had come back to full attention, and I leaned forward, kissing her and guiding it into her tight wet pussy.
"He's in her!"
I always liked Janice. She had a talent for stating the obvious.
I drove forward, hard. I knew I wouldn't last and wanted to get Kimmy off quickly. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, deeper and deeper. I thrust again and again, forgetting all about our audience, about school, about everything. There was just my cock and her cunt.
I felt the explosion building.
"I'm close," she whispered, and I willed myself to hold on, to last until she was over the edge.
I thrust again, the desk rocking under my assault.
"Yeah. I'm... I'm..."
I never learned what she was 'cause I exploded. The feelings from my cock blotted out everything.
It must have been a couple of minutes when I realized that Hailey and the girl next to her, Felicia, were clapping.
Oh fuck! I'd just gotten it on with Kimmy right in front of the whole class, and somebody could have come in any time. Especially with Timmy, our world-class lookout who was watching us with a stupid grin on his face, a limp dick in his hand and a small pool of cream at his feet.
I pulled up my underwear, then my jeans and fastened my belt. Then I dressed Kimmy. She was a little wobbly, but she always was after a good orgasm. As I fastened her jeans, she whispered, "You and me after school, stud."
I grinned and nodded.
"Maybe DJ too. Chad's got basketball."
My cock jerked, even after two cums. The thought of Kimmy and her best friend together.
I guided Kimmy back to her desk, not looking anyone in the eye. Except Hailey. Her, I'd have to get to know better.
DJ was already back in her desk, and as I sat down in the back, Chad and Timmy seemed to realize they were standing in front of the class with their dicks hanging out. Both of them stuffed their goodies back in their pants, and Timmy wiped the pool of cum with his shoe. They were heading back toward their desks when the bell rang.
I breathed a sigh of relief. We'd gotten away with it.
Too bad this wasn't sex ed. I could have gotten extra credit for a class project.
I thought we were free and clear. But Bobby Reavers told his big brother about it. He told his friends, and within a day, the story was all over school. I kept expecting the P.A. to come alive and summon me to Mr. Ball's office. But when the sheriff walked into reading three days later, I couldn't believe it. He ordered me to stand, then quoted me my rights just like on Law and Order while he fastened handcuffs behind my back. He did the same to Chad, Kimmy, and DJ. Even Timmy, something about being an accomplice.
"Wellll?" the judge prompted, impatiently.
I looked him straight in the eye and grinned. "Hell, yes. | null | null | Collections/stm/fav_or_superfav/Wizard/Class Project.txt |
1,536 | Wizard | Jenny's Bath | "You want me to what?" I exploded.
Linda shrugged and explained again. And again. And once more for good measure.
"You're sure about this?" I asked again. She nodded tiredly. "And Dave is cool?" She nodded again. I shrugged and agreed.
A little later, I took the girls to Dairy Queen for cones, then to my place for some TV. They settled down to watch 'Totally Spies' and 'Dexter's Laboratory'. I went into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. I had some bubble bath left over from an old girlfriend, and I added a handful.
When the tub was full of warm water and brimming with bubbles, I went back into the living room and plucked Diana from the sofa. Her sisters didn't even seem to notice. I carried her, tucked under one arm, to the bathroom and set her on the floor. She'd been so startled that she hadn't said a word.
"You..." I said, pointing at her, "...bath..." I said with a sweeping motion toward the tub, "...now." I added with a handclap. She giggled. "Wash good, and wear a towel when you're done. Your mom's bringing clean clothes in an hour or so." I finished normally. Diana giggled again and started to pull her t-shirt over her head before I could scoot out of the room.
I went back to the living room. Carrie had taken over the sofa, and Jennifer was sprawled on the floor, both with eyes glued to the TV. I shook my head and went to my desk to catch up on some paperwork. I was an independent real estate appraiser and never really caught up.
Dave and Linda had been good friends for years. Unfortunately, Dave had been unemployed for almost nine months about the same time that Linda's hours got cut way back, and they had some bill problems. The mortgage was the biggest one, and last month they lost the house, even though Dave had just got hired at the mill.
It could have been worse - a lot of families wound up living in their car or even a box. Dave and Linda had a travel trailer. A fourteen-foot travel trailer. Imagine for a moment, two adults, three girls, one almost a teenager, and a large collie all living in a fourteen-foot travel trailer, then talk to me about cruel and unusual punishment because of overcrowded prisons.
Then just to top things off, the showers at the trailer park had been broken for a week, which is how "Uncle" Paul wound up with the three girls and bath time.
Diana, at eight, was no trouble. About fifteen minutes later, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a large beach towel, sarong style, with a smaller towel wrapped turban-style over her hair. Her bare arms and shoulders had the pink glow from being washed hard. I patted her turban as she walked toward my recliner, and I went to clean up the bathroom.
The bathroom looked like an eight-year-old had just had a bath. There was water everywhere. I take that back, there was one spot in front of the sink that was miraculously dry. I wiped down the floors and drained the tub. From the look of the water, you'd think the kid just had an oil change. Then I refilled the tub, added more bubble bath, and went to collect the next victim.
Carrie was still laying on the sofa, her feet on the armrest, so I grabbed the feet and lifted. "Hey!" she shouted. Her sisters looked at her suspended in the air, then went back to Dexter and his lab.
I carried her inverted to the bathroom. Once inside, I considered dunking her head first, but decided to be nice, and righted her and set her down. "Your mom says she can't stand your pigpen act one more night."
"Pigpen?" she asked.
"Pigpen," I repeated, "You know, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Pigpen." She looked blank, I guess Pokémon and others had done in the old classics. I pointed at the water, and she nodded. I gave her the instructions about her dirty clothes and left her alone. Ten-year-olds need their privacy.
When I went back into the living room, I stood behind Diana in the recliner and watched Dexter for a few minutes. I didn't get it. Beneath me, Diana had pulled off her turban and was drying her long blonde hair. The girls couldn't look less like sisters - Diana was a blonde, Jennifer was a brunette, and Carrie had flaming red hair. They were all cute but in very different ways - Diana was small-boned and petite, and Carrie had an athletic build. Jennifer was somewhere in the middle. Diana had long hair that almost reached her waist, and Carrie's was so short it almost looked boyish, and again Jennifer was in the middle with medium-length hair that just touched her shoulders. As I watched Diana dry her hair, I noticed some red marks on her shoulder. "Lean forward," I instructed and pushed her forward a little. Three deep scratches started at the top of her shoulder blade and disappeared under her towel. "I'm going to look under here," I told her, and pulled the towel away from her back. The scratches extended halfway down her ribs. "How did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" she asked as she sat back and looked up at me.
"That," I said and pressed down on one of the scratches.
"Oww," She complained and tried to look over her shoulder but, of course, couldn't. I had a small angled mirror among my tools that I used to look at inconvenient places in houses, and I handed it to her. She held it up over her shoulder and looked down at her back. "Wow. I don't know," she shrugged.
The scratches looked fresh, so I figured she'd done it sometime today. I went to the bathroom and knocked.
"Yes," Carrie called out.
"Could I come in for a minute?" I asked, "I won't look."
"No problem," she called back, "I'm covered in bubbles anyway."
I walked in, and she was laying back against the edge of the tub with bubbles up to her neck. "I could stay like this forever," she moaned.
"Well, don't forget to wash," I reminded. "After all, that's why you're here," I said as I looked through my cabinet for the aloe vera.
She leaned forward, and the bubbles started moving around over what I thought were her legs. I found the aloe vera and started toward the door. She leaned back, and the bubbles didn't move with her, so that now her chest was bare. She didn't notice, but I couldn't help but notice that her flat chest had started to get a little puffy and that she actually had nipples. "Uncle Paul, can I do this again tomorrow?" she asked as she rubbed her belly with a washcloth.
"If it's okay with your mom, it's okay with me."
"How about the next day?"
"You're pushing it," I told her.
"Pleasssssse."
I've always been a sucker for a long drawn-out 'please'. "I don't mind if you keep coming back until your shower is fixed."
She grinned. Then frowned. "What about after they're fixed? I like baths better."
I stepped up to the tub. "Well, maybe not every day, but at least once a week if your parents say okay."
"You're the best pretend uncle ever," she said and started to stand up to hug me. She got about half and then remembered that she was naked and sat back down. "I owe you a hug," she said with a self-conscious smile.
"I'll hold you to that," I said as I left, smiling at the mental picture of a bubble-covered bald little pussy. 'You've known her since she was five,' I reminded myself, but the picture stayed. I took the aloe vera over to Diana and had her lean forward as I rubbed it into her scratches. I pulled the towel away from her back, and she let it fall into her lap.
When I finished and she sat back, she didn't bother pulling it up again, and I could compare her chest to her sisters.Her chest looked flat as a board, except for the outline of her ribs, and her nipples looked like they had been painted on. I smiled to myself, reminded myself again that I'd known her since she was three, and went back to my paperwork, on which I couldn't concentrate.
I realized that I had committed myself to bath time every day for a while. I was pretty sure that Linda would jump at the chance when Carrie asked. What was I getting myself into?
It was almost twenty minutes later when Carrie came out of the bathroom. She had another of my big beach towels wrapped sarong fashion around her and a smaller towel draped on her head. Diana had moved over to lay on the sofa, so Carrie took her position in the recliner.
I went to the bathroom expecting the worst but was pleasantly surprised. The floor was dry and the tub was already drained. It even looked like Carrie had taken the time to wipe down the tub.
I filled it for the third time, thankful that I had a big water heater, and added the last of the bubble bath. When it was ready, I took a deep breath and went to collect Jenny. She was laying on her stomach on the floor, and I leaned up and scooped her up in one motion, being careful to pick her up by her stomach and thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted.
"Picking you up," I answered, as I carried her toward the bathroom. "And watch your language."
"What for?" she demanded, but I didn't answer. Jennifer's grades might not show it, but Jenny was a very intelligent girl. I knew that she'd seen her sisters running around in towels and could put two and two together.
I walked into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind me before setting the squirming girl down on the floor. "Bath, now," I said, pointing at the tub while backing toward the door.
"No way," she responded, with a little stomp of her foot.
"Jenny..." I started.
"Jennifer," she interrupted.
"Jennifer, your mom wants you to take a bath," I said reasonably.
"Then my mom can get our house back."
"You know that she can't," I answered, wondering if stubborn and twelve-year-old girl were synonyms.
"Then I won't take a bath," she stated calmly.
"Jennifer, you won't believe just how much your mom wants you to take this bath," I said, hoping she'd take the hint.
"How much?" she asked sarcastically.
"She told me that you either take a bath, or I give you one. You're twelve years old, you really don't want me to give you a bath like a baby, do you?"
"You wouldn't dare?" she said with a set face.
"Jennifer, you've known me since you were seven years old. Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"
"I'll call the cops, the CSD, the FBI," she shouted.
"But you'll be clean when you call," I informed her. "Whose giving this bath, you or me?" I asked one last time, knowing the answer.
Jennifer turned her back to me and stomped her foot again. I sighed and stepped behind her and in one fluid motion grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and then down her arms.
She whirled around in fury. "You can't do that," she shouted.
"Promise to take your bath and I'll leave you alone right now," I told her, dropping her t-shirt to the ground and trying not to look at her breasts encased in a flimsy pink bra.
"No."
I stepped up to her and reached around her back with both hands to unfasten her bra. Fortunately, I'd had a little practice in this department. As the clasp came undone, Jenny hit me in the shoulder with her fist and tried to bring her knee up into my crotch. There are advantages to being tall, she didn't reach. I grabbed her arms and pinned them against her side, her bra was barely hanging on the front of her shoulders and wasn't doing a very good job of covering, I saw a flash of nipple.
"Jennifer Marie," I said looking her straight in the eyes. "I promised your mom that you would be clean when you left this afternoon. But I also told her that you might be black and blue, do you get my drift." I squeezed her arms hard against her sides and she winced, then nodded. I relaxed my hold. "I'd prefer that you did this yourself," I told her, and she stared back defiantly. "Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know."
I released her arms and reached forward to slide her bra down her arms. She didn't resist. I tried not to look at her tits as I reached for the button on her jeans. They were beautiful and very large for her age. About the size of half softballs, with nice pointy erect nipples surrounded by large dark brown areolas. I thought to myself that if she were six years older I'd start washing those tits with my tongue.
Hell, if she was four years older, I wouldn't hesitate.
If she was two years older, I'd hesitate, but probably give in to temptation. I've never been good with temptation. It started me thinking.
I unfastened the top button, then reached down and slid the zipper down, trying my best not to put any pressure on her crotch. Then I turned her around so I wouldn't be tempted by those beautiful tits of hers.
As I skinned her tight jeans down her legs, I was wondering. Society, or at least the legislature of my state, said that eighteen-year-olds were fair game. But I knew that I'd have no moral qualms about a willing sixteen-year-old. And from the thoughts I was having, a willing fourteen-year-old was just as much in season. But I was telling myself that a twelve-year-old was off limits. Was that the dividing line, they had to be a teen, or was it that I'd known Jenny for so long.
I tried to shake off my thoughts as I lifted first one leg then the other out of her jeans. Then I made the mistake of looking up, and I started wondering why twelve was off limits. Right next to my face was her ass. This was not a twelve-year-old ass. Encased in lime green panties that didn't quite cover the top of her crack. And I could follow the shadow of her crack down until it disappeared between her legs.
I gulped and reached up, grabbed the waistband of those panties and yanked down. I let go and they fluttered down and settled around her feet. Her ass was everything I'd thought and that dividing line was getting less definite.
I stood up behind her. "Are you going to get into the bath?" I asked, almost in a whisper. I had trouble getting saliva to lubricate my throat.
"What do you think," she retorted without turning around.
I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her, making sure that my fingers stayed above her tits. I was trying to be good. I lifted her up and over and into the tub. As her legs disappeared into the bubbles, I had a quick look at the lush triangle of brown hair that outlined her pussy.
I set her down and stood up. She sat there for over a minute, then looked up at me. "Did you enjoy your look? You pervert," she accused.
I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I did. You have a beautiful body."
She looked startled that I hadn't denied it.
"Are you going to wash your beautiful body, or will I have to?" I asked, hoping that she'd back down because I wasn't sure how much more willpower I had.
She folded her arms across those beautiful tits and pouted.
I picked up a bar of soap and knelt next to the tub. I dipped the bar into the water between her legs, giving her one last chance to change her mind. When she didn't, I pushed her forward and started running the soap across her back and down, beneath the water to her butt. By now my hands were soapy enough that I set the bar on the edge of the tub and rubbed her shoulders with my hands. Again I went below the surface, soaping the back of her waist, then her butt cheeks. Finally, I pushed a soapy finger along her ass crack. Jenny jumped but didn't say anything.
I picked up a washcloth and started rubbing her, starting at her shoulders and working down again. Finishing by rubbing the rough cloth along the crack of her ass. The thought kept hammering at my brain that to be really thorough I should clean her asshole, but somehow I resisted. Long before I finished, I had a huge erection in my jeans.
"Are you having fun, pervert?" she asked, glancing down at my tented-out pants.
"Actually I am," I admitted. "You've got a great ass." Again her stone face cracked a little at my honesty. "Don't you think you should do the front?" I offered, no longer sure what I wanted her to answer.
As an answer, she set her face again and settled back in the tub, letting her arms drop to her sides and her breasts standing up perkily. I sighed and reached for the soap. I started rubbing it on her shoulder and then her underarms. I ran it down both arms, then I took a deep breath and started soaping up her tits. Her nipples were already erect, and I heard her stifle a moan as I rubbed them with soap. By now I was so turned on that I felt like my cock was going to rip through the denim fabric of my jeans.
I've been very lucky in my life about sex. I've known hundreds of girls in my twenty-six years. There was a time when I was fourteen when I gave tongue baths to three varsity cheerleaders at the same time. But I don't think I've ever been as turned on as I was right now. I spent a lot of time getting her tits soapy, especially her nipples. I could tell it was an effort for Jenny to maintain her stone face.
Then I moved the soap down her stomach and outside her right leg. I soaped her foot good, then started back up the inside of the leg. As I got to her thigh, I could feel her tense up, but she didn't say anything. I ran the bar of soap all over her thigh, then down across the skin that separated her ass crack from her slit.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but from the look on her face, so was Jennifer. I rubbed the soap across her slit, being careful not to touch her myself, then up and around her pelvis.Then I reached across the tub and soaped the outside of her other leg down to her foot and back up, repeating her pussy and pelvis.
Still she didn't say a word, so I soaped up my hands and started at the top again.
This time my hands rubbed themselves all over her breasts and I worked my soapy fingers on her nipples. Then down her stomach. I skipped her outer legs, I didn't have that much willpower and started with a hand on each inner thigh. Then my fingers closed on her pussy and as I felt that soft downy fuzz I shot my load into my jeans. I stayed frozen, my hand on her pussy but not moving as my balls pumped out load after load into my shorts.
"Think I'm clean enough?" she asked just as I got my breath back. Her breathing wasn't much better.
"Almost." I grunted as I worked my finger about an inch between her pussy lips. She gasped as my finger grazed her clitoris, but I pulled it out as if nothing had happened and finished soaping her pelvis.
Then I started with the washcloth. As I worked her nipples between my fingers through the rough material, she stiffened and stopped breathing for several seconds and then relaxed. A small smile on the corner of her mouth. I wondered if she orgasmed.
I tried to pretend I was all business, continuing down her stomach, washing the outside of her right leg then her left. But I knew that no matter how hard I tried, as I started back up those inner thighs, my smile was anything but professional. I wiped her thighs, then her pussy, thinking that apparently the dividing line had moved down below twelve. At least well-developed twelves like Jennifer.
I finished and stood up. I reached down and picked up the young girl and lifted her out of the tub. Then I started toweling her dry. I wrapped her sarong style with another towel, draped another towel over her head and swatted her on the butt. "You can go now," I told her as I reached down to let the water out of the tub.
As she opened the door, I could see her sisters were dressed and sitting by their mother on the sofa. Looking at me, and not realizing she was there, Jenny said, "I told you I wouldn't take a bath."
"And I told you, little girl, that you'd leave her clean."
Chapter 2 "Rub-a-dub-dub, Just Relaxing in the Tub"
After she'd gotten Jennifer dressed and hustled all the kids out to the car, Linda looked at me and sighed. "Carrie says you volunteered for this again tomorrow."
"She looks so sad when she begs."
"Sad but true," Linda agreed. "All the girls?"
"Do you think Jennifer will take her bath."
"Jenny can be a stubborn little bitch."
"Was that witch or bitch?" I asked with a smile.
"Both," Linda said with a smile. "Can I send her too?"
I hesitated. "It probably wouldn't be a great idea. Bitch or not, she's growing up into a young woman and I don't think it's a great idea to have a dirty old man giving her baths." Saying no to the chance of bathing Jennifer was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.
"You're not old," Linda assured me. "And she may look like a young woman, but she hasn't learned to act like one yet. She needs to learn that she can't always have her way. Forcing her to take a bath is one part of the lesson."
"To be perfectly honest Linda, the problem is that she looks like a young woman, no matter how she acts. I hope you won't take offense, but I had a major hard-on while scrubbing your daughter. That's why I don't think it's a good idea that it happen again." Damn I hate being mature and responsible.
Linda laughed and I felt myself turn red, which made her laugh harder. "I know what my daughter looks like, so the fact she gave you a woody doesn't surprise me all that much." I was beginning to wonder if Linda was related to Peggy Bundy. She took a deep breath and got the last of her laughter out of her system. "I really appreciate what you did today, and I know Dave will too. And I know it will be hard on you..." sub-consciously she glanced at my crotch and then started giggling again. "...but if you'd do it again tomorrow I'd owe you big time."
"The problem is, I don't know if I can control myself," I admitted, almost whining.
"I trust you. I know you'd never do anything to hurt Jenny or the other girls." That was true, I'd never hurt Jenny, except maybe breaking her hymen, but that only hurt for a minute. As the thought popped into my head, I turned red again, and damn if Linda didn't look like she guessed what I was thinking.
"Being twelve, living in the trailer is probably hardest on Jenny. This will be good for her."
"Just how long do you think this will go on?" I asked, wondering just how long I could hold out.
"The showers should be fixed next week. Then if it's too hard..." she glanced down at my crotch again and smiled, "...too hard on you, we'll deal with her there. But Carrie said that you promised, even after the showers got fixed they could still take baths here."
"I told Carrie, that if you said it was okay, they could come once or twice a week after the showers got fixed. She said she likes baths more."
"She loves baths," Linda corrected. "And I sure don't mind, but if the other girls come, I'd like to send Jenny too, if it's not too hard..." cough, "too much trouble."
I sighed. "As long as you realize that a twenty-six-year-old man was alone with your naked twelve-year-old daughter, rubbing every inch, and I do mean every inch of her body and thinking thoughts that don't belong in a Disney movie."
The next afternoon, Linda dropped the kids, including Jennifer off about four. This time she left a supply of clean underwear and clothes too. Carrie immediately took up the sofa and settled in with the remote, switching between MTV and the cartoon network. Jennifer wanted to play games on my computer and I told her okay. Diana looked up at me and said, "Me first?"
"You first," I agreed and hand in hand the two of us headed for the bathroom. I started filling the tub and realized that I'd used the last of the bubble bath yesterday. "Sorry squirt, no bubbles today," I told her.
"No bubbles?" she repeated with a pout. Jennifer has these pale blue eyes, and when she pouts, it's hard to take. I left her to watch the filling tub and went out to the living room. "Jenny, I mean Jennifer, would you do me a big favor?" I asked from behind her. She seemed immersed in some gory shooting game. I knew I didn't have any such game and figured she'd gone online.
She paused the game and spun around in my chair. "You might as well call me Jenny. After all, we've been intimate."
"Intimate?" I asked.
"At least I'd say so."
"Okay, Jenny. Would you do me a big favor," she cocked her head and listened. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money. I peeled a twenty and held it out to her. "You know where the store is?" she nodded. "Would you run over as fast as you can and get some bubble bath, I'm all out." Jenny gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I had bubble bath in the first place, then snatched the twenty and headed for the door.
I live in a big two-story house set in an acre of woods. Just behind my stand of trees in the back is the parking lot for a big supermarket/variety store so I knew it would only take a couple of minutes.
I went back to the bathroom, and Diana had turned off the water and was sitting on the toilet taking off her shoes and socks. I nodded, without telling her that I'd sent out for bubbles. "Anything you need?" I asked before I beat my retreat.
She started to answer, changed her mind and went back to pouting. As I closed the door, she was standing up to finish getting undressed. I went back to the living and stood watching the TV from behind the sofa. "Now that's a cartoon," I said. Carrie looked up at me and nodded then returned her eyes to the screen. On the screen, Jonny Quest was sneaking into a building. Of course, Jonny was always sneaking into something. I stepped around the sofa, lifted Carrie's feet and sat down, setting her feet in my lap.
When Jenny got back five minutes later, Jonny was running and the bad guys were shooting. I wondered why the villains didn't enroll their men in shooting classes. It seemed like they always put out a lot of bullets, but never hit anything.
Jenny reached over the sofa and tapped my shoulder with a bottle. I scooted out from under Carrie's feet and took it from her, starting for the bathroom. Then she held out fourteen dollars in change. I was amazed. I really hadn't expected change. When I was a kid, my mom practically had to call the cops if she wanted change from a store run. I reached out and snatched the ten from her hand. "Thank you," I told the surprised girl.
At the bathroom door, I knocked, "Can I come in?"
"Okay," she singsonged. I stepped in unscrewing the cap. "I've got something for you," I said.
I walked to the tub and poured some of the liquid in. I resealed the cap, reached down and started churning the water. "Bubbles!" she said in an excited voice and started her own stirring. I grinned and left her to her bubbles, trying not to think about the bald little pussy I'd just seen beneath the water. At least the water wasn't as murky as it had been yesterday.
She came out about ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around her waist and a turban on her head. Carrie and I had just finished watching Jonny Quest and started Spongebob Squarepants, a show that I didn't get, though I had several adult friends who thought it was great.
Diana settled in the recliner and started drying her hair and I got out from under Carrie's feet to go clean the bathroom.
"You better cover up your boobies," Carrie warned her little sister, "Or I'll tell mom."
"Mom won't care," her sister retorted. "It's just Uncle Paul.""I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not. Besides, I don't have any boobies."
"Leave her alone," Jennifer warned from my computer, and Carrie dropped it and went back to her show.
I drained and refilled the tub, making sure to add bubble bath, then cleaned the bathroom floor.
When I went back out, Carrie was laying on her stomach on the sofa. I swatted her butt and told her it was her turn. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes from the television, but then skipped to the bathroom. I settled on the couch, and a few minutes later a still wet bundle of eight-year-old settled on my lap. I took the towel out of her hands and started vigorously drying her hair, then her back. I was just starting to wonder if I should do her front next, after all, she may not have any boobies but it was still a private area, when I heard Carrie calling me. I deposited Diana on the sofa and went to the bathroom.
I knocked, and she invited me in. She was leaning back against the end of the tub, her 'boobies' in plain sight. "Uncle Paul, will you give me a bath?" she asked, holding out the soap and a washcloth in her hands.
I grinned in spite of myself. "No, you're too big for a grown man to be giving you a bath."
"But you gave Jennifer a bath yesterday. And she's older than me."
"That was different. That was special. Your mom told me to," I explained, knowing that it didn't make much sense.
"If mom says it's okay, will you give me a bath tomorrow?" she pleaded.
"Okay," I agreed, knowing that her mom would say no. There was no reason for me to be giving Carrie a bath. "If your mom says okay," I added as I backed out, closing the door and wondering just when I fell through the rabbit hole and where the hell was Alice.
I glanced at Diana and Jennifer who were wrapped up in their cartoons and computer game respectively and trotted upstairs. I went into my bedroom and shut, and locked the door. I walked to the bed and fell down on it, then rolled over onto my back. I pushed my shorts and underwear down, lifting my ass enough to get them down to my thighs and inspected the flagpole that was pointing proudly at the ceiling.
Damn, I'm too old for this, I thought as I grasped my cock at the base and slowly ran my hand to the head. Or too young, I added to myself. Mentally, I pictured Jenny's pert young body as I stroked my meat. As I remembered the feel of her skin in the bathtub, my hand started moving faster up and down, again and again. Interspersed with visions of Jenny were snapshots of her sisters. Diana's bald little pussy, Carrie's barely grown 'boobies', but always Jenny and the feel of her ass, her tits, her sweet young pussy.
Just as my cock exploded with cum, there was a knock at the door. I pumped vigorously and caught my breath, "Yes?"
Diana's voice, "Carrie's out of her bath," she said, and I heard the doorknob rattle as she tried it.
"Thank you," I said as the last of my sperm pumped out of my dick. "I'll be right down." I sat up and kicked off my shorts and underwear. I picked up my briefs and used them to wipe my hand and cock clean, then I slipped into the shorts. I took a deep breath, I was ready for Jenny.
When I walked into the living room, Carrie was sitting on the recliner, drying her hair, a towel knotted around her waist. "I thought your mom wouldn't like your boobies hanging out?" I asked with a sarcastic tone.
"I decided..." she started, glancing down at them, "...that I didn't have enough boobies to worry about." Her breasts were barely puffy spots on her chest, but damn if her nipples didn't seem to be erect. I shook my head to clear it and went to the bathroom to ready it for the next victim.
When the tub was full again of hot soapy water, I went out for Jennifer. She was still at the computer. I walked up next to Jenny. She was in a gunfight with four ogre-like things and they all had sub-machine guns. I watched as Jenny blasted one, then another. The third wounded her screen image in the arm, but she switched her gun to the other hand and finished him off and then the fourth.
"If you're at a good stopping point, save the game," I instructed.
Jenny sighed and followed my instructions, then logged off the game site. I reached down and picked her up, placing my right hand unashamedly under her ass and carried her to the bathroom. "I can walk," she said stiffly.
"But would you?" I asked as we passed into the bathroom.
"Not sure," she admitted as I set her down and closed the door behind us.
I considered stripping her without saying a word, after all, I had mom's blessing. But I decided that to be fair, I had to give her a chance. After all, maybe I was reading too much into yesterday's experience.
"Are you ready for your bath?" I asked. I admit I was hoping for a negative answer.
"No," she said, making my day.
"Jenny, I'm serious. You know, I'll do this. Will you take a bath?" I asked, giving her one last chance.
"No," she said and stuck her tongue out at me.
Today she was wearing cut-offs and a black t-shirt. I stepped up to her and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted. She didn't resist and lifted her arms over her head as I pulled the shirt up. No bra. I dropped the shirt on the floor and stared down at her pert young tits, her nipples definitely erect. I briefly imagined caressing them and sucking the nipples.
"You could at least wipe that grin off your face," she said snidely.
"No, I don't think I can," I admitted as I dropped to my knees and undid the top button on her cut-offs. I unzipped them and opened them into a V and started sliding them down her legs. Her panties today were baby blue and I wanted to pull them off with my teeth, but figured that might be a bit much, even with mom's backing. As the cut-offs reached her knees, I released them and let them drop to the ground.
Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties on the side of her hips and started pulling, enjoying the uncovering of her pussy. It was even more beautiful than I remembered. As I pulled the panties to the ground, Jennifer lifted her right foot and I pulled panties and cut-offs off it, then she repeated with the left foot. For someone who was supposed to be fighting me, she was being very cooperative. Maybe I wasn't reading too much into the situation. My cock had already grown back to its full length.
I stepped to her side and slid my right hand under her pussy and my left hand on her back and lifted her up and over the rim of the tub. As I sat her down, my hand lingered against the lips of her pussy and the soft down of her pubic hair.
"I think I'm in the tub," Jennifer reminded me. Reluctantly, I moved my hand, my fingertips trailing against her slit.
I took a deep breath and picked up the soap and started washing her back. I used the same routine as yesterday except when I got to her ass crack. I soaped it good with my fingers, and Jenny shifted slightly, lifting up one of her cheeks from the floor of the tub, so I took the opportunity to push a soapy finger into her asshole up to the first knuckle.
"Pervert," she accused, but didn't try to pull away as I wiggled the tip of my finger in her ass. We stayed like that for over a minute, Jennifer awkwardly sitting on one cheek, my finger intruding into her body, not invading further, but not retreating either.
Finally, I pulled it out. "All clean," I assured her. She gave me a funny look, but shifted to a more comfortable position.
I retrieved the soap and lathered my hands again, then started working on her chest. Working each nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently tracing around them her tanned brown areolas, soaping the breasts themselves. Jenny's breathing became shorter, more ragged as I continued.
"Think they're clean enough?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.
"No," she managed to moan, so I continued for another minute before reluctantly moving down to her flat hard stomach. I quickly washed her stomach and legs, then moved to 'X marks the spot.' My soap-lathered hand caressing her pussy mound. My fingers tangled in her soft brown hair. Jenny opened her legs as wide as the tub allowed and lifted her knees out of the soapy water. I pushed a soapy middle finger deep into her pussy and out again. Jenny's eyes had closed and her breathing had slowed to where I could barely hear it, so I stabbed my finger in again, gently exploring her cunt.
Once again I found her clit and I felt her shudder. She leaned forward and grabbed my arm, trapping my hand against her pussy and my finger deep inside her. I could feel her pushing her pelvis against my hand and I held it still, letting the little girl fuck herself against my finger.
Finally, she opened her eyes and pushed my hand away. "Are you going to leave me in here all day," she asked rudely. "I'll get shriveled like a prune."
I picked up the washcloth and gave her pussy a final wipe, then lifted her out of the tub and set her on the floor. I picked up a towel and started drying her. When I finished, I started to wrap another towel around as a sarong, but she pushed my hands down to her waist. I knotted the towel around her and looked into her face questioningly. "Boobies seem to be in today," she said with a smirk.
I'd cum in my shorts when my finger was in her asshole, but I'd gotten hard again when my finger explored her pussy. Now she looked down at my bulging shorts. "What's that?" she asked. She pointed, her finger inches away from my erection, "You've gotten all pointy and there's a big wet spot."
She moved her finger closer. My cock twitched in my shorts. Closer still, stopping when she was almost touching the tip. My cock twitched again.Jenny laughed, "You really should do something about that," she said and pulled her hand away. She turned and let herself out the door.
I kicked the door closed and dropped my shorts. My hand encircled my staff. Three strokes and I orgasmed, cum shooting out of my cock and into the used bath water. I milked my cock slowly, imagining Jenny's tight hot pussy and even tighter asshole.
I pulled my shorts up and went back to the living room. Diana and Carrie were sitting together in the recliner, both still wearing towels. Jenny was on the sofa. I sat down next to her, picked her up, and deposited her on my lap. I took the towel that was draped on her head and started drying her hair.
I was still drying it when Linda walked in the front door, smiling at all her daughter's boobies. "You going to take your bath tomorrow like a good girl?" I whispered into Jenny's ear.
"Maybe, maybe not," she replied with a grin.
The next day when I stopped by the trailer to pick up the girls, I had a chance to talk to Linda again.
"I really think we shouldn't do this again," I told her seriously, afraid of what I might do, I mean Jenny was only twelve. "Why don't you come by the house and give Jenny her bath?"
"She'd never let that happen," Linda said seriously. "One of us would get hurt."
"But..."
"I trust you." I was readying my next argument when she added, "Good news though. They're supposed to have the showers fixed no later than Friday afternoon." Today was Monday, that meant today and three more days of trying not to rape a naked little girl.
I loaded the girls in the car and we drove off to do a couple of errands before we went home. While I went into the bank, the girls wanted to run across the street to the multiplex and see what was playing, and I agreed.
I took a long time in the bank, I have several accounts there and the bank had messed up and taken money out of one account instead of another. When I came out into the daylight again, the girls were just crossing the street to come back.
Diana skipped over to me as soon as they were across, "Uncle Paul?" she said in a sugary voice.
"Yes?"
"Could you take us to see `Cheaper by the Dozen'?"
"I don't think so..." I started when she added, "pleeeaasssse."
"I really..."
Carrie chimed in too, "pleeeaasssse." Now I had stereo.
"Girls, I..."
Jenny came in too, "pleeeaasssse."
Stereo plus one, what could I do. "We'll see what your mother says," I said, passing the buck. We piled into the car, the younger girls in back and Jenny in the passenger seat. As I started the car and backed out of the parking space, Jenny took my cell phone out of the holder on the dash and called her mother.
"Hi mom. Uncle Paul said he'd take us to the movies this afternoon if it's okay with you," pause, "PG," another pause, longer this time. "Cheaper by the Dozen, Steve Martin," a final pause, "Okay, I'll tell him." She disconnected and put my phone away.
"Well?" I asked.
"She says you're a masochist and okay," Jenny reported with a triumphant grin. "What's a masochist?"
"Masochist," I told her. "That's someone who likes pain."
"Weird," she said, then suddenly looked at me accusingly, "Is she calling us pains?"
"Sort of," I admitted.
Jenny shrugged then turned to her sisters, "We can go." The two younger girls cheered loudly.
We got to my house and started the ritual.
Diana took a fast bath, and when I went in afterwards, for once it didn't look like the Mississippi River Delta after the levee broke. I cleaned up and got the tub ready for Carrie. When I went back to the living room, I told Carrie it was her turn and sat down and started drying Diana's hair.
A couple of minutes later, I heard Carrie call, "Uncle Paul." I shifted Diana off my lap and went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, and she shouted "Come in." As I walked in, Carrie was holding out the soap and a washcloth to me. "Give me a bath," she pleaded in the same sugary voice that Diana had used to ask for the movie.
"I told you, you'd have to ask your mom," I reminded her.
"I did, she said it was fine," Carrie said with satisfaction.
"Really?" I asked, amazed. Carrie nodded. "She didn't say anything to me."
"Call her," Carrie ordered, pointing to the cordless phone sitting by the edge of the sink. I hadn't noticed it before, Carrie must have known that I'd resist.
I picked up the phone and dialed. Linda answered, and I said hello, "How did I know it was going to be you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Carrie says you want me to give her a bath," I blurted, not knowing how else to begin.
"I told her it was fine," Linda said.
"But..."
"Paul, I trust you." I said goodbye and hung up. I was getting real tired of those three words.
As I set down the phone, Carrie again held out the soap and washcloth to me. I considered saying no, but the look on her face made that impossible. I knelt next to the tub, wet my hands in the water, and started lathering up. Carrie squirmed a little as I started rubbing my soapy hands around her back, she was terribly ticklish.
I grinned and enjoyed myself. Carrie had a nice body for a ten-year-old. I ran a soapy finger between her butt cheeks but didn't linger. When I got to her chest, I discovered that her nipples were erect and just as sensitive as Jenny's. Then without waiting, I plunged my hand into the water between her legs and started soaping her tiny little pussy. She was only ten, so I didn't try to force my finger inside, but she seemed to enjoy the feeling of my rubbing against the outside of her pussy.
I took a last feel of her pussy, letting my fingertip trail up her slit, then sat back on my heels. Carrie was smiling, a huge satisfied smile. I stood up and lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off. I was still kneeling, and her pussy was right at eye level. It looked so soft, so tight, so vulnerable without a single hair guarding its passageway. I imagined my rock-hard cock pushing into it, just how tight it would be. I wondered if I could get my cock in, or even a finger. I wanted to find out, but managed to control myself. I knotted a towel around her and swatted her butt to send her away.
Jenny came in while I was refilling the bathtub. Without another word, I kicked the door shut and started stripping the twelve-year-old's shirt off. "That's a hell of a battering ram you have there from giving a ten-year-old a bath," she accused, pointing her finger at my cock and moving it closer and closer until the tip of her finger grazed the fabric of my shorts over my cock head.
She was wearing the silky kind of gym shorts, and I pushed them and her panties down, not even bothering to check out what color they were today. I pushed my hand between her legs, palm against her pussy, and put my other hand on her back, ready to lift her into the tub. "Is that a problem?" I asked as I held her.
"Not for me," she giggled and wiggled her pussy against my palm. I came with a sharp intake of breath and a moan. "Not for you either," She added, as a large wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts. I enjoyed my orgasm and the feel of her pussy and wondered if I should always wear underwear around these girls, or never wear it.
I lifted her into the tub, and by the time I had knelt beside it, I was hard again. I washed Jennifer quickly, just taking time for a quick feel of her asshole and a quicker feel of her pussy. I wanted to get out of there because I wasn't sure what I would do. I lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. "Not the most satisfying bath I've ever had," she commented, but I didn't care.
I didn't even bother draining the tub, I just opened the door and walked out into the living room. Carrie and Diana were sharing the sofa, towels knotted around their middles. "You girls better get dressed if we're going to a movie," I told them.
Jenny came up behind me. "Check out his tentpole," she said, pointing at my tented-out shorts. The two younger girls giggled while Jenny grinned. I mumbled something about a shower and retreated upstairs.
In my room, I eased my shorts over my engorged cock and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them toward a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. My cock looked even bigger than usual. I walked into my bathroom. My bathroom was twice the size of the one downstairs and contained an oversized shower and Jacuzzi tub. I started the shower and jumped in. The hot water felt good against my body. There were four shower heads in the stall so that hot water hit my body from every side.
I picked up a bar of soap, lathered my hands, and started stroking my much-abused cock. I could feel the stress of resisting my two little nymphets drain out of me. I stroked slowly, wanting the feeling to last, and the door opened.
Diana was standing there, still in her towel, just outside my shower, watching my hand as it continued to stroke my cock without conscious effort. "What are you doing?" she asked. Before I could stammer out some excuse, Diana dropped her towel and stepped in with me. She reached for my cock, and my hand slipped away. Her tiny hand wrapped around the top of my cock, and her thumb brushed against the tip, and I shot my load right across her chest.
As load after load of white sticky cum shot out at the girl, her face was a mass of confusion. She didn't know whether to be excited, grossed out, or what. I understood completely, not sure what to feel myself as her hand remained on my shrinking cock.
After the last of my cum dribbled out of my shrunken cock, I took a washcloth and cleaned my mess from Diana's chest, thankful that none had gotten on her face or into her hair.I know there are girls that like cum facials, but I didn't think Diana would be one of them.
As I gently removed her hand from my cock, she said, "It got small," in that child's voice of wonder.
"They do that," I agreed and started drying her off, then myself. We walked into the bedroom where I got some clean shorts and a shirt. I didn't bother with underwear. We went downstairs where the other girls were dressed and waiting. Jenny raised an eyebrow at her naked sister but didn't say a word. I told Diana to hurry and get ready so we wouldn't miss the movie.
I didn't mention what had happened upstairs because I didn't have a clue what to say. An eight-year-old had just held my cock until I came. For the first time since all of this started, I wondered what the food was like in prison. Did they have a good library, maybe I could catch up on my reading.
After Diana got dressed, in shorts and a t-shirt just like her sisters, we piled in the car and headed for the supermarket behind my house where we stocked up on pop and munchies. I don't know about you, but after shelling out eight bucks for a movie, I refuse to pay three or more for a small coke.
When we got to the multiplex, I had an old field jacket that I kept in the trunk for just such an occasion. We filled the pockets with our contraband and headed in. At the box office, I noticed that the third Lord of the Rings was still playing and made a mental note to come see it again.
Twenty-six bucks later, we were inside the air-conditioned theater and settling in our seats. Diana and Carrie wanted the front row, but I talked them into seats about six rows back, right in the middle. The girls sat down and I distributed pops and snacks and then took my own seat. Jennifer was on my left and Diana was on my right with Carrie on the other side of her. I glanced around and we had the whole theater to ourselves. Just as I was twisting the top off my coke, the trailers started.
The movie started and as it did, Diana crawled up on my leg and Carrie moved into her seat next to me. I'd forgotten that Hillary Duff was in this movie, I'd always liked her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a huge Hillary Duff fan because I like little girls, despite what had happened in the last couple of days. I just liked her show, 'Lizzie McGuire'. At least I used to. It started out as a cute show about a typical adolescent growing up, the cartoon alter ego was a nice touch. But after she got to be in the background of a junior rock star's music video, had another rocker sing on her Christmas float, and went to Italy and met a third rock star, she stopped being typical and I stopped watching.
Still, she was cute. And growing up nicely I must say, as I admired her enormous chest on the screen in front of me. I reached over and pulled Jenny up onto my other leg. She settled without complaint. My hand found a comfortable place on her warm inner thigh.
As I watched the movie, I found myself watching Hillary and the other girls on screen, more than following the story. I looked down and my left hand had moved up to the crotch of Jenny's shorts. I didn't remember telling it to move. Jenny didn't seem to mind, in fact she had opened her legs a little more, but I was still disturbed, hands aren't supposed to move without order from the brain are they? Then I noticed my right hand had found a similar resting place on Diana's crotch. I knew I hadn't consciously moved that one. She was eight, for God's sake.
I stared at my hands. I didn't move them, but I stared.
Maybe I was a closet pedophile and my subconscious was taking over. I decided to focus on the movie. But as I looked up, there was Hillary's chest again, taking up practically half the screen. I felt my left hand start to stroke Jenny's crotch. I decided that I couldn't be held responsible for anything my hand did on its own and enjoyed the movie and the feel of Jenny's warm pussy beneath the thin silky fabric of her gym shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties.
When the movie ended, the left hand was down the front of Jenny's shorts, gently stroking her slit and my right hand was stroking the crotch of Diana's shorts. I decided that this was going to have to stop right now. As I watched the credits roll on the screen, I decided that it would have to stop after the credits were done. These people worked hard to make this movie, and we owed them to at least watch their names roll past.
After the last credit and even the copyright notice had flashed by and the theater lights came up, Jenny stretched then looked down at my right hand in her sister's crotch. I thought she was going to say something, but she just opened her legs a little wider. Then I noticed Carrie. She was leaning over, with her elbows on the armrest and her head propped on her hands watching my one hand stroke Diana's crotch and the movement of my other hand under her big sister's shorts.
This was too much, I decided and pulled my hand out of Jenny's shorts. "Time to go," I announced as I took my other hand off Diana. The two girls smiled and stood up. I stood and stretched, realizing that there wasn't a lot of circulation in my legs.
I made sure that the girls cleaned up their trash and we left. Walking painfully out to the car with Carrie and Diana holding my hands, I thought about what I had to do.
I drove the girls home, then told them to go out and play while I talked to their mother. Inside the trailer, I got a big surprise, Dave was home too. I hadn't seen him in over a week. Seeing Dave made me reconsider my decision. Dave looks like the kind of guy NFL linemen cross the street to avoid. I'd never seen him anything but mellow and laid back, but I could imagine the kind of damage he could do.
We made small talk for several minutes, then Linda commented, "I'd just been telling Dave before you got here, that I should go with the girls tomorrow and have you give me a bath too."
I could feel the flush on my face. I glanced at Dave, but he was smiling like usual.
I stood and gave Linda a courtly bow. "Madam, you are always welcome in my bathtub. In fact, I invite you to use my Jacuzzi upstairs, but if madam wishes to be bathed, she must get her husband to do it. My religion forbids me to bathe anyone over thirty."
Linda stuck her tongue out at me. "Ageist," she accused. She'd recently had her thirtieth birthday and it had been a little traumatic.
"I'm only twenty-nine," Dave commented.
"Anytime you're ready," I offered and Linda stuck her tongue out at both of us.
"You know, if you'd beat her more often, she wouldn't be so uppity," I offered.
Linda leaned back in her chair to say something, but lost her balance and fell backward onto the floor. Dave and I both started laughing and couldn't stop. Linda just crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.
Several minutes later, Dave and I were able to get ourselves under control. I was about to stand and offer Linda a hand up when Jenny walked in. Jenny looked at Dave and me sitting at the table and her mom laying on her chair on the floor. "Why's mom on the floor?" She asked. Which set Dave and me off again. After a few seconds Linda started laughing too. Jenny looked at the three of us with a 'everyone over twelve is crazy' look, picked up a basketball off the bed and left.
By the time I stopped laughing, my ribs hurt. Dave and I both stood and offered hands to Linda. She took one of each and we pulled her and her chair into an upright position.
"Seriously..." I started, then took a deep breath because the giggles almost came back, "If you and Dave would like to come over and use the Jacuzzi sometime, you're welcome." I thought that would take some of the sting out of the rest of what I decided to say. "But I really don't think the girls should come over anymore unless one of you comes with them." There, I'd said it.
"Paul, I thought we settled this," Linda said.
"Things are getting out of control," I said, looking at Dave out of the corner of my eye.
"What things?" Linda asked.
I looked at Dave, then back at Linda. I wasn't sure what, if anything, she had told him. And I wasn't sure I was going to live long enough to tell it all.
"Today, after giving Carrie and Jenny their baths. Your daughter got in the shower with me," I expected an explosion, but Dave just sat there, smiling like always.
"And?" Linda prodded.
"And grabbed my cock and I came all over her."
"You probably needed it after Jenny's bath," Linda said understandingly.
"Not the point," I told her.
"Which daughter?" Dave asked.
I looked down at the table as I answered, "Diana."
Dave and Linda looked at each other, "Figures," they said in unison.
"Is that the only problem?" Linda asked.
"We can tell Diana to stay out of your shower," Dave offered.
I really didn't understand what was going on. I'd just told these two great parents that I'd cum all over their eight-year-old daughter and they didn't care."At the movies, two of your daughters sat on my lap."
"So," Dave said.
"I rubbed their crotches during the entire movie," I admitted, not even blaming my hands which had acquired lives of their own.
"Did they mind?" Dave asked.
"Which daughters?" Linda inquired.
"Diana and Jenny," I answered as I wondered what had happened to reality. Had someone slipped me some bad LSD and I was really in a rubber room somewhere and this was all a dream?
"Be careful that you don't give Carrie middle child syndrome," Linda admonished.
"We don't want another Jan Brady," Dave offered.
I shut my eyes and shook my head. Maybe I was in a coma somewhere, hooked up to one of those machines that goes beep...beep...beep. I'd just told them that I'd molested their eight and twelve-year-old daughters at the movies, and apparently they wanted me to molest their ten-year-old so she wouldn't feel left out.
I stood up and nodded to my best friends and left the trailer. The girls were playing basketball with some other kids. I waved, but I don't think anyone noticed. I drove home and even though it was just seven o'clock, I went to bed.
I knew I would wake up in the morning from the most erotic dream I'd ever had, and I'd had some doozies. There was the time that I was driving a bus load of supermodels and we got stuck in a blizzard, and needed body heat to keep alive. Now that was a dream.
Chapter 5 "They was a-splishin' and a' splashing', Reelin' with the feelin', movin' and a'groovin'"
The next day I woke up refreshed and ready to meet the day. I had four houses to inspect and was glad to get an early start. Through the incredible luck of everybody being home when they were supposed to, I managed to get all four houses done in time for a late lunch at Sizzler. I had a big ribeye and baked potato and headed home, not even bummed about the four feet of paperwork I was going to work on. Life was good.
About three, there was a knock on the door, and a second later, Diana stuck her head in and announced, "We're here." The three girls walked in, followed by their mother. The girls took up positions around the TV and Linda came over to me at the computer.
"I thought we decided we weren't going to do this anymore?" I asked.
"You promised my girls baths until the shower was fixed, and I intend to hold you to it," Linda said sternly. "But if you're too scared to give Carrie and Jenny their baths, they'll just have to understand." I relaxed, "After you explain it to them.
"But..."
"No buts. We trust you."
"Would you please stop saying that," I almost shouted.
Linda grinned. "And Jennifer has something she wants to ask you." I groaned, now what? "She's promised that she'll only ask once, and that she'll accept your decision, no matter what it is."
"Just like her mother?"
Linda grinned again. "She wants to ask you while you're giving her a bath, but if you don't give her one, or you think you'll think clearer with her clothes on, she can ask you before."
"You're not a nice person," I told her after glancing at the three beautiful girls sitting on my sofa, and knowing that I couldn't tell them no.
"I'm a wonderful person," Linda informed me and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. It was a nice kiss but it shocked me. She'd never kissed me before, or me her. "Do you want me to pick them up, or you drop them off?"
"I'll drop them," I said resignedly. Linda blew me another kiss and skipped to the door. Literally skipped. She was enjoying my discomfort way too much.
I saved my work on the computer and walked resignedly to the bathroom.
Actually, on the inside I was skipping myself. I realized that I'd hoped Linda would ignore my pleas. I filled the bathtub with water and bubbles and called in Diana. It must have been a skipping kind of day, because a few seconds later she came skipping into the bathroom, already pulling off her shirt. "Are you going to give me a bath, like you do my sisters?" she asked as she pushed down her jean skirt and white panties. "I sure am," I told her, giving up all pretense. I knew that if she hadn't asked me, I would have volunteered. Diana giggled and stepped into the tub before I could lift her. She sat down and started splashing and blowing handfuls of bubbles, and I realized how my floor got so wet. I knelt beside the tub and before I could pick up soap and washcloth, I was soaked.
I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. I hesitated a second, then dropped my shorts as well. I kicked the wet clothes into the corner and stood there in my briefs. "Is your thingy long and pointy? Or did it get small again?" she asked.
"Let's see," I told her and slipped off my underwear. My cock was small but already starting to grow. Diana looked disappointed for a couple of seconds but then went back to splashing around in the tub.
I knelt again, found the soap and started lathering my hands, then rubbing the little girl all over her back. When I got to her ass, I started exploring a little. I found her asshole and as I rubbed it, realized that it was too small and tight for my finger even if I wanted to.
I switched to her front. Her chest was no different from a boy's. With nipples that looked like they had been painted on and no areolas to speak of. I washed it and her stomach, then I gently explored her pussy. No hair, of course, but fat puffy lips that were just a little ticklish. As I rubbed her, I tried to insert my finger, but it would only go in up to my fingernail. I finished by washing her legs.
I stood up and lifted her by her armpits out of the tub. As I set her on the floor, "It got big again," she said with awe.
"Yes, it did," I agreed.
"Can I touch it again?"
"Okay," I agreed, after all she already had, and her parents didn't care. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around the head.
"Is it going to shoot that stuff again?" she asked.
"Do you want it to?"
She thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, but not on me."
I stood so that I was pointed at the bathtub full of dying bubbles. Then I took her hand and moved it up and down my shaft. It only took four strokes. "It's happening," I whispered, and Diana giggled as a long slimy rope of sperm shot out of my cock and landed in the water. She kept stroking and four more loads of semen landed in the tub.
When nothing more came out, she looked up at me, her hand still on my cock, "That was fun," she said. "Yes, it was," I agreed.
"Can we do it again?"
"Not right now," I told her, "But maybe later," thinking about the two other baths on my schedule.
I dried her off and sent her to the living room wrapped in a towel, then cleaned the bathroom. When I finished, I found my shorts and wrung them out and put them on. The damp shorts were cold against my body, but I thought, maybe that would be a good thing. I refilled the tub and called Carrie.
Carrie was wearing a jean skirt too, and when I pulled it off, I discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "And where are your panties, young lady?" I asked in as stern a voice as I could manage.
Carrie giggled, "I didn't wear any today," she admitted.
"And why not?" I asked, not trying to be stern anymore but just curious.
Carrie giggled again. "I was playing with Bobby Taylor this morning and he gets all excited when he sees my cunny."
"How often does he see your cunny?" I said, looking at it myself.
"About a year ago, I forgot my panties and he saw it accidentally. After that, every couple of weeks, I'd `accidentally' forget my panties," she said, putting the accent on "accidentally."
"And who is Bobby Taylor and just what does Bobby do when he gets excited?" I asked as I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She hadn't started wearing bras yet.
"Bobby's a friend from school. Actually, he'll be a sixth grader next year." Carrie would be going into fifth, I knew. "And when he gets excited, his pants get all pointed just like yours and he tries to touch me down there."
"Do you let him?" I asked as I lifted her by her armpits into the tub.
"Once," she admitted as she settled into the warm water. "About two weeks ago. But his pointy thing went away and he ran home," she said, in a confused voice.
"And what did you do?" I asked as I started soaping her back.
"Started forgetting my panties more often," she said with another giggle. Then she got serious. "Why'd he run away?"
"Well, I'd guess that he came in his pants and got all embarrassed."
"Well of course he came in his pants, do you think he'd come over to my house naked?"
"Different kind of came," I explained. "When boys have sex, they get all excited, then they feel real good and shoot semen out of their..." I hesitated over what word to use. "...Cocks." I looked into her eyes as I soaped her butt and saw that she understood. "Semen is also called cum, that's C-U-M and shooting it is called cumming."
"So when I said he came in his pants, I meant that he shot a load of cum into his underwear. That's probably why he got all embarrassed and ran away."
"What's cum look like?" she asked as I removed my finger from her butt and started washing her future tits.
I considered standing up and showing her. My cock had already come back to attention. "Kind of like hand lotion," I said as I squeezed a nipple between thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly and sank a little deeper into the bubbles.
She was quiet for a while as I washed her stomach and legs. Then as I started on her pussy, "You said that boys cum when they're having sex." I nodded and separated her outer lips so that I could rub the inner ones. "Me and Bobby weren't having sex, he was just touching my cunny.""Well, guys sometimes get so excited that they can cum without anyone touching them," I said. I could feel my own hard cock throbbing. "In fact, the first time I gave Jenny a bath and washed her pussy..." I pushed a finger past her inner lips and started 'washing' the inside of her cunt. "I came in my shorts," I admitted.
She thought about that, then asked, "Did you cum when you washed my pussy yesterday?"
"No," I admitted, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, I added, "But I'm sure that when you're twelve, I would."
"That's okay," she assured me. "I know that I don't have much of a body yet compared to Jenny."
"You have a great body for a ten-year-old," I told her as I pushed my finger in deeper, about halfway.
"You really think so?" she asked and shoved her pelvis against my hand, pushing my finger in all the way. I couldn't believe it. She seemed happy to have the intruding digit buried in her cunt. I pulled it out and then quickly pushed it back in, and she moaned.
"Does Jenny like it when you do this?" she asked breathlessly.
"I haven't done this to Jenny," I told the ten-year-old. True as far as it went. I hadn't really fucked Jenny with my finger, just explored a bit. "Yet," I added.
"I'm first?"
"You are," I agreed and kept pistoning my finger in and out of her cunt. She leaned back more, pushing her pelvis against my hand. For a minute, I thought she'd slip beneath the water, but she didn't. Suddenly her whole body went rigid while my finger was deep inside, then she relaxed.
"God, that was awesome," I grinned and stood up. "Did you cum too?" I looked down, and my cock had shrunk in my shorts, and cum was dripping out the leg hole.
"I guess I did," I admitted, surprised. I'd been so caught up in her orgasm, I hadn't noticed mine.
I lifted her out of the tub, dried her quickly, and sent her out to the living room. Diana came in while I was draining the tub. She looked at my crotch disappointed. "Did you let Carrie make you shoot your stuff?" she asked, a touch of jealousy in her voice.
"Nope," I told her as I started running hot water back into the tub. "It did it by itself."
Diana looked at me suspiciously, then nodded and skipped away.
My life was getting complicated. But in the words of Artie Johnson, 'Very interesting'.
I went to the living room, scooped up Jenny, and carried her back to the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that looked like they'd been painted on and a halter top. As I undressed her, I asked, "Were you playing with Bobby Taylor today?"
"No," she said as she stepped out of her panties. "He's just a sixth grader. Besides, he likes Carrie." She giggled as I lifted her into the tub. "But sometimes when I'm getting a tan, he likes to look at me."
I picked up the soap and started washing her back. "Do you like him looking? I asked. "And just how small is your bikini?"
"My bikini covers everything it's supposed to cover," she assured in a shocked voice, then giggled and added, "Sort of. And I don't mind Bobby looking, he's kind of cute. But Carrie likes him, so I won't encourage him or anything."
"It's nice that you respect your sister's property," I agreed, and she giggled again at calling Bobby property.
"But he is cute, and I wouldn't mind sharing if Carrie offered."
"You're a good sister," I told her and ran my fingers lightly over her spine in the small of her back. She shuddered.
"Yes, I am," she agreed.
I moved down to her ass. As my fingers parted her cheeks, she shifted onto her left cheek to give me easier access. I ran my soapy finger up and down the length of her crack, then I found the entrance to her ass and pushed my finger inside.
"Your mom said you had something to ask me?" I inquired as I explored her asshole.
"Not yet," she said as she moaned softly.
I grinned and kept finger-fucking her tight young ass. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out my finger and re-soaped my hands, then started on those great little tits. I rubbed my fingers around her dark brown areolas and then rubbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Jenny groaned and sank deeper into the warm soapy water. I wondered what she'd do if I leaned over and started sucking on one of those nipples.
But I decided to be mature and responsible. Not that I wasn't going to suck on her tits, but I was going to at least be patient.
I gave her nipples a last tweak and then started washing her flat stomach. I washed all the way down her pelvis, but left her slit alone, then I started doing her long beautiful legs. I'd come twice already, but my cock was again hard and ready for action. I could feel it pressed against the side of the bathtub through my shorts.
I dropped the soap and washcloth into the water and sat back on my heels. "All done," I announced.
"You forgot something," Jenny told me with a slight pout.
"Oh yeah. You wanted to ask a question before your bath was over," I agreed.
"No, you didn't wash something."
"Let's see," I said and looked off into space as if thinking. "No, I think I did everything. Did an especially good job on your asshole."
Jenny blushed, but said, "No, you didn't wash me here," and pointed to her pussy with both hands.
I slapped my head, "You're right, I forgot. Remind me tomorrow."
Suddenly Jenny's hand shot out of the water and reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "Listen, mister," She said in a tough voice. "My mom told you to give me a bath, and you damn well better finish the job."
"Okay," I agreed as she squeezed. She released my erection, I was amazed I hadn't come, but I'd been too surprised. Then she leaned back in the tub, lifted her knees up, and spread her legs as wide as they'd go.
I soaped my fingers again and gently washed around her pussy, stroking the outside of her slit but not penetrating. Just like a responsible adult.
"Listen, Mister. You can do better than that," She said as I made as if finished. She made a claw of her hand and slowly moved it toward my crotch.
"Okay, Okay," I laughed and started giving her the attention she wanted. Pushing my finger in and out of her soft warm cunt and rubbing along her clit. She relaxed and lay back against the tub, her eyes closing. "What was it you wanted to ask me."
Her eyes popped open again. "I almost forgot," she said and then groaned as I gave some special attention to her clit. "Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. Then she tensed up again, without realizing it, she reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I could feel her orgasm as my finger continued its work, and I shot my load at the same time. As we finished, she realized that her hand was wrapped around my rapidly softening cock, but she didn't pull away, just smiled sheepishly. "I needed that," she whispered.
"So did I," I said and pushed my finger deep inside her one last time. Then I pulled my finger out, brought it to my lips, and licked it like an ice cream cone. She tasted of girl and sex and soap. A little too much soap, I needed to cut back in the future.
As she watched me, she blushed and giggled. "Can I ask my favor now?"
"You can ask me anything," I told her as I stood up and lifted her from the tub.
She giggled again. "I used to have sleepovers all the time with my friends, but now that we live in that tiny little trailer..."
I almost laughed at the way that she emphasized 'tiny'. "Yes?"
"I was wondering..."
"Yes?" I could already see where she was going, but I had no intention of helping her get there.
"Could I invite my friends over here?"
"For a sleepover?" She nodded. "I don't know." The idea of Jenny spending the night was making me hard again. But with a bunch of friends. I wasn't sure that was such a good idea. Then I had a brainstorm. I'd pass the buck and let somebody else say no.
"I suppose," I told her, and her face instantly broke into a huge smile. "But the problem is, your friend's moms won't go for it. I mean I'm a single guy. There not going to let their little girls spend the night with a single guy they don't know." There, that should take care of it.
Jenny's face had fallen when I said 'but', but now she grinned again. "Not a problem. Mom already talked to them, and they're cool. She told them that she trusted you completely." I was really beginning to hate the T word.
I knew what a general felt like when he realized that he'd lead his men into a trap. "Just when did you want this sleepover?"
"Tonight," she admitted softly.
"Tonight!" I exploded.
Jenny looked down at her toes. "It's okay with everybody, if it's okay with you."
I stared at her silently, stone-faced. Jenny looked at her toes for almost a minute, then looked at me, then back at her toes. She was dripping on the bath mat, so I picked up a towel and started drying her off. As I worked my way down to her legs, Jenny looked up and grinned, "Would it help if I mentioned that they're all cute?"
"I'm not sure if that helps or hurts," I growled. I turned her around and started working back up her backside. I smiled at that cute little ass, but returned to a stone-face as I turned her back around.
The whole idea bothered me. As Jenny's 'uncle', I would have said yes in a second, just to be nice. But considering some of the things that had happened with Jenny, her sisters, and me in the last few days, this whole thing could be a catastrophe waiting to happen. I had a suspicion that Jenny's friend's moms wouldn't be nearly as understanding as Linda was.
I dropped the used towel on the floor and picked up another one to wrap around her waist. I maintained my stone-face as my mind raced with images. I pictured Jenny and two or three junior high sexpots running around the living room naked. I pictured high grey stone walls and iron bars.I pictured Jenny laying on her back on my bed, legs spread wide waiting for my cock, saying "whose cherry is next?" to a group of giggling naked girls. I pictured an angry father with a shotgun banging on my front door as I cowered behind the sofa.
As I stood, Jenny sighed and smiled. "That's okay, Uncle Paul. I understand."
If she'd pouted or whined, or pouted and whined, it would have been so simple. "What time are your friends coming?" I asked, my stone face cracking a little.
"You mean it?" she almost screamed, her face literally exploding into a smile as she launched herself at me.
I caught her and held her in an off-the-floor hug. "How many?" I asked, looking down at her grinning face.
"Four," she said timidly, afraid that she'd overdone it.
I nodded. "There are rules," I said with authority and set her back on the ground.
She nodded.
"One. There will be no mention of your bath time." She nodded with a knowing smile. "I don't want you embarrassed when your friends find out you're not old enough to take a bath by yourself." Jenny nodded again, with a smile that told me she didn't believe my explanation.
"Two. My house will be cleaner when you leave than it was when you get here. I don't care whether you do it by yourself, or all your friends help. Fair enough?" I asked, and she nodded again.
"Three. Bedtime is when I say it is. No arguments."
"You wouldn't say bedtime at eight or nine or anything?" she asked.
"If I do?"
"If you do, we go straight to bed," she agreed. "Do you want to give us all baths first?" she asked slyly.
"Any talk like that and the deal is off," she lost her grin and nodded soberly.
"Any more rules?" she asked.
"Do I need more?"
"No. We'll be good. You'll like them, I promise." She grinned again, opened the door and skipped out of the room. I wondered just how she meant that.
I didn't bother cleaning the bathroom, after all, I had a junior high maid service coming in later. As I walked out, I looked at the clock, four-thirty. "Okay, troops, here's the plan," I announced. "I'm going to take a quick shower while everybody gets dressed. Then I'm taking Jenny home and Carrie and Diana out for ice cream." Jenny frowned. "Then I'll drop off the two troublemakers, pick up Jenny again, and we'll hit the store on the way home for chips and drinks and things."
Carrie looked at her sister and whispered, "He said yes?" a little more loudly than she meant to.
"Yes, he said yes," I agreed. "Because he's a mas-o-chist and you're all pains," I added as I headed up the stairs. I stripped off my soggy, cum-soaked shorts and headed for the shower. I was hard again from thinking about Jenny and her fore-nymphet friends.
The water had just started beating down on my shoulders when the door opened and a naked Diana was standing there. I wasn't very surprised. "Can I come in?"
"Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?" I asked with a grin I couldn't hide.
"Yes," she agreed and stepped into the shower without waiting for further invitation.
She stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Did Jenny make you shoot your stuff?" she asked as she reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft.
"Yes," I admitted as she rubbed my cock from the head to the base and back again. "But only through my shorts." Diana looked thoughtful, then nodded. I wondered if she thought this was her personal toy.
I leaned back against the shower wall and enjoyed her handjob. When I felt like I was about to cum, I pulled her hand away and dropped down to my knees. I leaned forward until her tiny pussy was eye level and reached up and touched it. Diana giggled. I rubbed my forefinger against her slit and then pushed it in. It penetrated to about the fingernail before it stopped, just like before during her bath.
Diana giggled again. I looked up into her face. "Do you want me to push in farther?" I asked. "It may hurt."
"Do you do that to my sisters?" I nodded, she hesitated, then nodded back.
"It's going to hurt a bit. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much." I put my other hand on the small of her back and then pushed again, twisting my finger as I did. Her pussy resisted, then all of a sudden I was in to the second knuckle. Diana gasped and as I looked up I saw her biting her lip, a single tear running down her cheek.
"It should be okay now," I told her and reached up with my spare hand to wipe away the tear and gently brush her hair.
I read someplace just recently that fewer and fewer girls have intact hymens anymore, because of bike riding, and accidents, etc. But I had definitely broken Diana's. I wondered what Linda and Dave would say if I announced that I had busted Diana's cherry. Probably, "That's okay. We trust you." My cock was throbbing as I sat on my knees, my finger half buried in her tiny pussy. "I'm going to move my finger now," I told her. "It may still hurt a little, but it shouldn't be as bad."
"Jenny and Carrie like you doing this?" she asked as I pulled my finger almost out and she grimaced.
"Yes, but remember that they're older and bigger, so it didn't hurt as much the first time." I pushed my finger back in, a little further this time, and she seemed relaxed.
I moved the tip of my finger around in her pussy and she giggled. "That feels funny," she said.
"Do you like it?" I asked as I pulled my finger back out again.
"Do you want me to stop, or to keep going?"
"Keep going," she said after a short pause, so I pushed my finger back in. I explored her tiny cavern and located her clit. As I touched it, she gasped. "Do that again." I did, and Diana spasmed into orgasm. I wondered if it was her first. For that matter, I wondered if Carrie had her first one in the bath today.
"That was wonderful-ed," She announced, threw her arms around my head and pulled me forward into a hug. Since my face was at her crotch level, I wound up with it pressed against her pelvis. I reached my tongue out and tasted the top of her slit. "That tickles," she shouted and hugged me tighter, so I did it again.
I pulled my head free and stood up. My cock ached, it was so hard. Looking down at it, I could swear it was a couple of inches longer than usual. Can cocks grow when they get hyper excited?
I took her hand and put it on my cock just below the head. I guided her hand up over the sensitive head of my penis and exploded. At least she was to the side. Diana giggled some more as rope after rope of creamy goo shot out of the tip of my cock as her hand gently massaged it.
I leaned back against the wall of the shower and slowly sunk to the floor. Diana's hand came off my softening cock and I pulled her down into my lap, my small soft cock pressed against her leg. I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue gently teasing her lips. "Thank you," I told her.
"Did that feel good?" she asked wide-eyed.
"It was wonderful-ed," I agreed, and she grinned at me.
I stood her up and told her, "Get dry and get dressed," swatting her on her bare butt to emphasize my command. She stuck her tongue out at me, but opened the door and disappeared.
I felt exhausted. I'd cum four times in two hours. I don't think I've been that horny since high school. I reluctantly pushed myself to my feet and started lathering my body. I still had a sleepover to get ready for.Jenny laid her head on my chest and listened as I read my book. Despite my best intentions, my other hand found a nice resting place on her denim-covered ass.
A few minutes after six, there was a knock on the door, and Jenny leaped up and raced for it. I put the recliner back to a sitting position, found a bookmark, and followed more slowly. Jenny was talking animatedly with a girl who reminded me a lot of Carrie. Same super short haircut, but this one was a blonde, same athletic build, same bare beginnings of a chest. The new girl was wearing a green half-shirt and cut-off jeans.
Somewhere in the jumble of words they were spewing almost simultaneously, Jenny found time to tell me that "this is Angie." I wished my computer could pass information that fast.
I looked at the woman behind them. "Hi, I'm Mona," she introduced herself. "Angie's mom," she added unnecessarily.
"Hi, I'm Paul. Jenny's sort of uncle," I acknowledged.
"And a brave man."
"Or a stupid one," I agreed, "There's a fine line."
"What time should I pick her up?" she asked. "I'm getting Debbie too."
"I don't know any Debbie's. And I haven't got a clue," Mona laughed. "What's usual in these situations?"
"How does ten sound?" I nodded just as two more little girls ran up and pushed past her.
The girls were twins and dressed identically, except the one on the left had a purple t-shirt and white shorts, and the one on the right had a white t-shirt and purple shorts. They were a little taller than Jenny, and their tight shirts showed that their breasts were a lot bigger than Angie's but not as big as Jenny's. Both had black hair that hung down to their shoulder blades. They immediately joined in the fast-paced conversation.
"That's Erin and Whitney," Mona told me as another woman walked up and joined us. "And this is their always-tired mom, Katey."
"Hi Katey. Always tired?" "They're like the Energizer bunny. They never wear down," she said, nodding at the twins. "And they're not twins as you probably thought, just sisters. Erin's twelve and Whitney is eleven." I looked at them again, and I would have sworn they were twins.
I shook my head. "I don't think I'll believe you without birth certificates and a note from their doctor and a Ph.D. in Genetics."
"I know what you mean," Mona agreed. "And to top it off, Whitney skipped a grade, so they're both going into seventh this year." I grinned and shook my head again. "And I believe this is Debbie," she added as a girl walked up holding hands with a not-too-much-older woman.
Debbie had brown hair that looked like Jenny's and was even cut the same. In fact, they could have been sisters, except that Debbie's chest was much more developed. I felt my cock stir in my pants. "Hi, I'm Jenny," the new woman introduced herself. I couldn't believe she was much more than twenty-one or two, and she was definitely hot. I felt my cock stir again. She couldn't be Debbie's mom.
"That's a problem," I told her. "Girls named Jenny give me nothing but problems." My Jenny shot me a dirty look and went on talking to her friends.
The older Jenny noticed the look and laughed. "That works great, because I love being a problem child. I'm Debbie's sister," she added.
Mona noticed the way I was looking at Jenny and warned, "Watch out, she may look like a supermodel, but she's more like a rocket scientist."
"A rocket scientist?" I asked Jenny.
She blushed. "I'm working on my doctorate in math and physics at Stanford," she explained.
"Rocket scientist," I agreed.
"Their parent passed on a couple of months ago," Mona explained in a hushed voice.
"I'm sorry," I told them.
"Thank you. It was a car accident. We're..." I saw Jenny squeeze Debbie's hand, "getting used to it."
"Is Debbie going back to Stanford with you?" I asked without thinking. I was getting pretty personal for someone I just met a couple of minutes ago.
"We're not sure what we're going to do yet," Jenny said. "Debbie doesn't want to leave her school and her friends, but of course she can't stay here alone..." her voice trailed off.
"Maybe Paul will take her," Mona said to break the mood. "After all, he's learning about slumber parties and everything." Mona and Katey laughed, and Jenny smiled.
"First we'll see if I can survive tonight," I told them, "then we'll worry about the next step." The three women grinned and said their goodbyes. I ushered the girls past the door and shut it. My first slumber party was starting.
The girls congregated on the sofa and chair in front of the TV, so I settled in at the computer. My plan was to be productive and catch up on some of my paperwork, but instead, I pulled up a copy of Age of Empires and tried to conquer the world. I was doing pretty well, considering that my concentration was broken by giggles and the occasional shriek.
Around seven, Jenny got out the pop and chips, even bringing me a Coke.
Around 7:30, Linda called. "Hi Paul, surviving?"
"So far, so good. Actually, they've been pretty quiet so far."
"That's when you should worry the most," she told me.
"Any words of wisdom?"
"Try not to show fear. They can smell fear."
"You're a lot of help."
"I try," she answered with a small laugh.
"And I won't forget who set me up for this. I thought sure I could get out of this by saying that the other girls' moms wouldn't go for it. But somebody had already called them and cleared the way."
"Just trying to be helpful," she said, laughing again.
"Just remember, not only do I know where you live, but Dave likes me better than you."
"You hear that?" she asked. "That's the sound of me sticking my tongue out at you."
"Just because you know it's true," I kidded. "Just a second." Jenny had walked over, and I looked up at her. "Yes?"
"Can we have the pizzas now?" she asked.
"You know where the kitchen is," I told her and went back to her mom. "Just your daughter wanting to be fed."
"An all too regular occurrence," she sighed. "Gets expensive."
"You wanted to be a mom."
"I never planned on it. Dave and I were just having fun, and one day I had a belly ache and out popped Jennifer. A couple of years later, Carrie showed up, and we were just getting used to the two of them when Diana was sitting on the doorstep."
"Must be something in the water."
"That's why I stopped drinking it after Diana. Can you imagine three kids, two adults, a dog, and a baby in this trailer?"
"I'd rather not, I'm squeamish."
"So are there any virgins left at your house?" she asked. I could hear the grin in her voice. I hung up on her.
Jenny served the pizza. The girls all sat at the dining room table and ate, and Jenny brought me a couple of pieces at the computer. I saved the game - I'd been doing great and wanted to finish it sometime - and moved to my recliner. I balanced the pizza on my lap and picked up my book. The TV was tuned to MTV, some rap video, but I ignored it.
After dinner, Jenny got out a Monopoly game she'd brought from home, and the girls set it up on the table. "Do you want to play with us?" she called.
I wish she hadn't put it quite that way. I almost said yes. I love Monopoly, but I get a little too competitive, and I was afraid I might scare them. I get downright bloodthirsty. "No, thanks, you go ahead."
"You can change the channel if you want." Nice of her, I thought. Letting me change the channel on my own television. The remote was over on the sofa, so I got up and went and got it. When I sat back down, I tuned in CNN. The girls might peg me as an old fuddy-duddy, but I was a news junkie, and I needed my fix. So far, it was like any other night. I was camped in my chair with a book and CNN. Life was good.
From the sounds I heard over the next couple of hours, my bloodthirsty nature might have fit in just fine with the girls. Around 11:30, the girls all came over and sat on the sofa together. Jenny looked at the television and then back at me with an arched eyebrow.
"So who won?" I asked.
"Debbie," the other three answered together. "Debbie always wins," Erin added.
"But I came in second," Whitney chimed in.
"Debbie always wins?" I asked.
"I haven't lost a Monopoly game since I was in third grade," Debbie announced proudly. "And that was with Angie's big brother and his friends, and they were all in high school. Besides, I think they cheated," she added to justify her loss.
"Maybe I should have played," I mused, thinking that I could teach her some humility.
"My sister Jenny's taken some psych classes, and she says that the male ego is very fragile," Debbie said with confidence.
Jenny whispered something to the girls, and they giggled, got up, and ran to the bedroom. My house is huge. Upstairs is the master bedroom and bath. Then I have three more bedrooms and another full bath. Two of the bedrooms barely have room for the beds because they're full of bookcases and books. Downstairs, in addition to the living room, dining room, and kitchen, is another bedroom and another full bath. Five bedrooms, three baths, and a full acre of land, and I got it for a song at a tax auction. I'd told Jenny that she and her friends could use the downstairs bedroom tonight. It had twin beds.
They came out a few minutes later looking like a wet dream. They were all wearing long t-shirts for nighties. Angie's was purple and said "Gap" across the chest. It hung to about an inch above her knees. Jenny's was white with a picture of Gymnast Barbie and barely covered her crotch. Whitney and Erin had identical powder blue shirts that hung about halfway between knee and crotch. Identical except that Whitney had a galloping horse going to her left, and Erin had one going right.Debbie's shirt, which was only an inch or two longer than Jenny's, was yellow with a picture of a blond boy on it. He looked familiar, and I thought he was a singer or on TV or something.
Jenny hadn't been wearing a bra all day, and it was obvious that Debbie had taken hers off. Too obvious. My cock, which had been peaceful and quiet for the last few hours, started to grow and twitch.
The girls sat in a circle between me and the television. They were sitting cross-legged, and I had a chance to see beneath their shirts as they settled into position. Angie was wearing purple panties that matched her shirt. Whitney had on orange ones, and her sister had chosen royal blue ones. Debbie's were pink, and Jenny wasn't wearing any. I made a mental note to reprimand her severely, the little tease.
I only had a chapter to go in a really great book, but I couldn't concentrate. Instead, I watched the girls over the top of the book. They were talking about boys. I could tell from the occasional word that drifted over and the giggles and blushes I saw. My cock was fully hard now and twitched in my shorts as the girls shifted positions and I caught glimpses of cotton-covered crotches.
After a few minutes, Jenny and Debbie got up and walked over. "Uncle Paul?" Jenny said as she sat down on one of my legs, straddling it facing me. I was very conscious of her bare pussy rubbing against my bare leg, and my cock twitched again.
"Yes?" I said as Debbie sat down on the other leg in the same position, except her pussy was separated from my leg by a thin layer of pink cotton. Her cheeks were pink.
"Do you think Debbie has nice tits?" Debbie's face went redder.
I looked at Debbie, then purposely down at her chest. I could make out nice, pointy nipples and the darker area of her areolas. "Yes, very nice," I answered, and Debbie went two shades darker.
"Better than mine?" Jenny asked, pushing her chest out toward my face.
I made a show of inspecting first Jenny's, then Debbie's chest. In front of us, the other three girls giggled and whispered. "Definitely bigger, but better is hard to say."
"What do you mean?" Debbie asked, her face losing just a little of its color.
"It depends on who you ask. Some guys like huge tits, so they'd say that Debbie's are better. Some like them smaller, so they'd like Jenny's."
"What about mine?" Angie asked, getting up and coming to stand next to us. "I barely have any."
"That's true today," I agreed. "But all girls grow at different times. Who knows, by the time you guys are seniors in high school, you may have the biggest tits of all. So what is this all about?"
"We were getting a little bored," Erin said, as she and Whitney got up and came over on my other side.
"So Jenny decided that she'd try to embarrass Debbie and me."
Whitney and Angie nodded as Jenny sputtered out a denial.
I lifted Debbie off my leg and pulled Jenny until she was laying across my lap, face down with her ass centered in front of me. "Debbie, how many spankings do you think she deserves?" I asked as I lifted my hand menacingly above her bottom.
"Fifty."
"What do you think, Angie?" "Ten."
"Erin?"
"Ten."
"Whitney?"
"Fifty," she said firmly. "On her bare butt," and she reached down and pulled up the hem of Jenny's shirt, revealing that beautiful ass.
"I don't think so," I answered, pulling her shirt down again. "What about you, Jenny? How many do you think you deserve?"
"Ten," she said meekly.
"Let's see. That's two votes for fifty and three for ten. We could add them together, and that would be a hundred and thirty," I mused out loud, and Jenny cringed. "Or we could average them, and it would be twenty-six. Or we could use the median, and that would be ten."
"What are you, a math teacher or something?" Whitney asked.
"Or something," I agreed. "I think we'll go with my vote, three." And without waiting for further discussion, I brought my hand down on Jenny's cotton-covered ass three times, not too hard, and then set her on her feet.
Jenny looked at me, and then looked at Debbie. "Sorry, Debbie."
"That's okay," Debbie responded.
"I wish I had a video camera," Erin said. "Cameron would have gotten so turned on."
"Who's Cameron?" I asked.
"A boy in our class," Angie answered.
"He thinks Jenny is super hot," Whitney added.
"And you think that a video of Jenny in a short nightshirt getting spanked would turn him on?" I asked.
"He's twelve and a boy. A video of Jenny in a snowsuit shaking hands would turn him on," Debbie suggested.
"Oh yeah," Jenny put in. "What about Tyler?"
I didn't know who Tyler was or which one of the girls he was being aimed at, but I decided to go in a different direction. "If you ladies are bored, I have a hot tub in the backyard, and it's a beautiful night."
Jenny brightened immediately. "That's a great idea." The other girls grinned.
"We didn't bring any suits," Debbie pointed out. And everyone's face fell.
"I could point out that I have no neighbors. You could skinny dip."
"Cool," Erin said.
"What about him?" Whitney asked, nodding her head in my direction.
"I'll stay here and won't peek," I assured them.
The girls looked at each other and seemed to be communicating telepathically, then Jenny nodded and said, "I know where it is," and led the others toward the back deck.
After they had gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. They were just too sexy. I mentally commanded my erection to subside, but it ignored me and throbbed. They'd left the sliding glass door open, and on the deck, I could hear the sound of bodies entering water.
I picked up my book and managed to finish the last chapter. There was another book on the end table, so I picked it up and started it. Another sci-fi novel, this one by James Hogan. I was about three chapters into it when Jenny peeked around the corner. I think she was surprised to find me still sitting there and not spying on them. "Don't look," she commanded.
"At what?" I asked, not understanding.
"At me," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom and get towels."
"Okay," I agreed and held the book in front of my face. I could hear bare feet run across the living room and then a few seconds later run back.
"You didn't look," she said in a voice that was halfway between a question and an accusation.
"Nope," I assured her, and dropped the book to its normal reading position. Jenny was peeking around the door again.
"Well, okay," she said and disappeared.
A few minutes later, she and the others all appeared back in their nightshirts. "That was great," Angie told me, and the others quickly agreed. "We voted, and you're the best uncle ever," she added.
"Thank you," I said, "but I'm not a real uncle, just a pretend one."
"You're the best uncle ever, real or pretend," Erin said.
"We'll see if you still think so when I wake you at five for our seven-mile run," I said, an evil grin on my face.
The other girls looked uncertain, but Jenny assured them, "He's kidding," then added softly, "I think."
The girls gave me a last suspicious look, then plopped on their stomachs in a circle, their heads close together. As they settled, I noticed that Whitney and Angie had decided not to put their panties back on. My hard-on, which had been quiet for the last twenty minutes, came roaring back to life.
I thought about standing up and letting them all see it tenting out the front of my shorts. I smiled as I played a small fantasy where all of them gathered around me and wanted to touch it, but in the end, I was a coward and stayed where I was.
Whitney was directly in front of me, and subconsciously, at least I think it was subconsciously, shifted position, and I was staring up her shirt and the bottom of her ass and her nearly hairless pussy. My cock must have jumped an inch.
"Time for bed," I announced, my mind flashing with the image of five naked girls and me in bed together.
Jenny's friends started to protest, but Jenny stood and said quickly, "Come on, five o'clock comes early." The others grumbled but got to their feet and started to follow Jenny to the bedroom. Just before they got there, Jenny turned around and walked back to me. She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, "Thank you, Uncle Paul. This has been so cool," she blushed as she stood up and walked quickly back to the gaggle of girls.
Angie grinned and walked over to me. "Thank you, Uncle Paul," she said and leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. Then Angie, Erin, and Whitney followed, thanked me, and each gave me a quick kiss. When the girls had all gathered again, they waved, then disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door.
I looked down at my cock, "Sorry, pal," I told it. "Better luck next time." I climbed out of my chair and started getting the house ready. I shut off all the lights except in the bathroom, so the girls could find it if they needed, then I locked the doors. I don't usually remember, but I had five precious treasures to protect tonight. Then I wearily climbed the stairs to my bedroom.
Inside, I stripped off my clothes quickly and fell onto the bed. Grabbing my hard, throbbing cock, I remembered. I stared at the ceiling, gently stroking it while I pictured bare and panty-clad crotches. And Debbie and Jenny's barely restrained tits inches from my face. I came hard, jets of semen covering my legs and stomach. As the last of it pumped out, I thought about getting up and getting cleaned up, but closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Chapter 7 "Could We Have Kippers for Breakfast"
I woke up at six ten, still covered in sticky cum, my sheets covered in it.
I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to get clean. I got a washcloth, rinsed it in warm water, and started cleaning my legs.When I was finished, I went back to my room and found some shorts, which I slipped on. I didn't bother with a shirt.
I let myself out the back door and started stretching on the deck. As I stretched, I saw five wet towels dropped on the floor, along with two pairs of panties, orange and purple. They hadn't put the cover back on the hot tub either.
I finished stretching, put the cover on, and took off for a run. Not the seven miles I'd promised the girls, but three in the morning gets my blood pumping. When I got back, I took a long hot shower and felt human again, especially after I jacked off in the shower, thinking about Whitney and Angie's cute little pussies.
I dressed quickly in shorts with underwear and a t-shirt, went downstairs, poured myself a glass of orange juice with just a splash of grapefruit for bite, went to the computer, and started checking my email. I finished around 8 and went to the bedroom to wake the girls.
I opened the door and walked in. Now, in most of the erotic stories I've ever read, I would have found a tangled web of bodies where they'd fallen asleep after passionate lesbian sex. What I found was no entangled bodies. Angie and Erin were sleeping peacefully on one bed, and Jenny, Erin, and Debbie shared the other.
Of course, it had been warm enough that they slept on top of the sheets. And all but Debbie had taken off their nightshirts. Angie was naked on her bed, though Erin was still wearing her blue panties. Jenny and Whitney were naked, and Debbie's shirt had hiked up around her waist, with her panties laying on the floor at the foot of the bed.
I was tempted to get my camera. Shots like these might be enough to retire on. But in the end, I was almost a gentleman. After enjoying the vision for a couple of minutes, I closed the door and then knocked loudly. "Ladies," I yelled through the door. "Time to get up." I pounded again. "Are you decent?" I yelled as I rattled the doorknob.
Through the closed door, I could hear moans and groans, then a high-pitched, "Don't come in," and a few more squeaks.
I grinned at the door. "I expect you all showered and dressed in twenty minutes." I could hear bedsprings creaking as they moved around. "There's a shower down here in the bathtub, and two more upstairs," I added, to help. Then, just to be mean, "If I haven't seen five smiling faces in the next five minutes, I'm coming in and pulling you out of bed."
"Do they have to be smiling?" someone yelled.
"Yes," I answered and walked toward the kitchen to survey my food situation and figure out options for breakfast.
About two minutes later, I had my head in the refrigerator, and Debbie came out and smiled weakly at me. Then she trudged back toward the bathroom. Unfortunately, she had pulled her nightshirt down to a more respectable position.
The twins were next, about a minute later, smiling at me with droopy eyes that refused to stay open. I told them that the second bathroom was straight ahead at the top of the stairs, and they wandered off. In all the erotic stories, twins would have been 'discovering each other's bodies'. I wondered if these two did. I'd figured out how to tell them apart and noticed that they were wearing each other's nightshirts.
Angie came out about two minutes later, right on the five-minute deadline. It was a stretch to call the look on her face a smile, but I gave her credit. Jenny made it about a minute later. "You're late," I told her.
"Bite me," she responded. I figured she was still nude under her shirt, and the thought was very tempting.
"You're not smiling," I accused.
"And I'm not going to," she answered back. "It's five o'clock in the fucking morning."
"Actually, it's a quarter after eight," I informed her. "And watch your language." There was just a little edge in my voice. She started to answer me, thought better of it, and just glared. I leaned down until we were at eye level. "Smile."
"No."
"Angie, get the rest of the tribe. There's going to be a spanking." Before Angie could move, Jenny gave me the biggest, most fake smile I'd ever seen, leaning her head to the side, tilting it up, and showing an amazing amount of white teeth.
I grinned at her in triumph and said, "Jenny, do you know where my bathroom is?" She nodded. "You two can use my shower." Jenny gave me one more fake smile, and the two of them headed for the stairs.
I smiled, picturing the two of them in my shower, then went back to my inventory.
About twenty minutes later, they were all gathered on my sofa, dressed, unfortunately, and waiting.
"Ladies, for breakfast, we have a choice of pancakes, waffles, French toast, or eggs any style but benedict. All of those can be accompanied by bacon."
"What's benedict?" Whitney asked.
"Eggs with hollandaise sauce," I explained.
"What's hollandaise sauce?" Erin asked.
"If you don't know, don't worry about it," I clapped my hands together in front of my chest. "What's it going to be? Group decision."
They put their heads together, and I could hear them whispering back and forth with a few giggles. Finally, they sat back, and Jenny announced, "Waffles."
"Everybody want bacon?" They all nodded. I noticed that Whitney was pouting. "What's your problem?"
"I wanted French toast, but I got outvoted," she said. "Again," she added, almost under her breath.
I smiled and turned toward the kitchen. "About twenty-five minutes," I announced over my shoulder. "Watch TV or something."
"Everybody sit down at the table," I announced almost exactly twenty-five minutes later. The girls, who had been sprawled in various positions on the sofa and floor, scrambled to find places at the table. They wound up with Jenny and Debbie on one side and Angie and Erin on the other. Whitney sat at the foot of the table, and they left the head for me.
I brought out two huge platters and set them in front of Angie and Erin. The platters each held a huge waffle, 14 inches across, with four strips of bacon at North, South, East, and West. A generous splat of whipped butter sat in the middle with a strawberry in the center. And, of course, maple syrup dripping everywhere.
I went back to the kitchen and returned with two more platters, setting them in front of Jenny and Debbie.
"God, I'm going to have to diet for a month," Debbie moaned as she started smearing the butter all over the waffle.
I reached down and grabbed her waist, squeezing it. "You don't have to diet at all," I told her. She giggled and ate a bite of waffle. As I walked back to the kitchen, I could see Whitney muttering silently, and I was sure it was something like, 'I even get fed last.'
I returned with the last two platters and set one at my place and the other in front of Whitney. As her plate hit the table, Whitney jumped up and grabbed my neck in an almost painful hug. I straightened, and she came up with me. My hand went naturally to her butt to support her. "You're the best uncle in the history of the universe," she told me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, blushing as she did.
"Looks like Whitney's found a new boyfriend," her sister said cattily.
"That would make me pretty lucky," I told her.
"Does her butt feel good?" Jenny asked.
"Very good," I answered, and Whitney blushed again but didn't try to move. "Nice and firm, just the way I like them." Whitney blushed redder, and Jenny glared, while the rest of the girls giggled. I set Whitney down and walked to my place.
My plate and Whitney's held French toast. Two pieces stacked on each of the four corners of the compass. The French toast was sprinkled with powdered sugar and surrounded by maple syrup. In the center was a huge mound of whipped cream, topped with a cherry and surrounded by four strawberries. I make my toast out of cinnamon bread that I bake myself, so each piece was a beautiful golden with swirls of cinnamon brown. I'm not famous for my French toast, but I should be.
"I thought we all had to have the same thing," Jenny complained, eyeing Whitney's plate with obvious dissatisfaction.
"No. I said you all had to decide on the same thing. I didn't say that was what I was going to serve you," I responded. God, I love a little dissent in the morning.
"Sis, can I try a bite of that?" Erin asked. Whitney ignored her for several bites, then cut a piece of French toast, dipped it first in maple syrup, then in whipped cream, and held it out to her on the end of her fork. Erin leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the food, and pulled it off the fork. Erin leaned back and chewed, then she turned to me with a blissful look. "That's fantastic."
"I know," I agreed and took a bite from my own plate.
Pretty soon, all the girls but Jenny were sharing back and forth with Whitney. Jenny just glared stubbornly, first at me, then at Whitney, then at me again. I struggled not to laugh.
After a couple of minutes, I cut off a piece of toast, dipped in syrup and whipped cream, and held it out to her. She clamped her lips shut and glared at me harder. I considered telling her I'd force-feed it to her, but decided not to. I set my fork with its food in the middle of her waffle and picked up her fork, continuing to eat.
Jenny glared at me, then the offending fork, then back at me. I have to give this to her, she knows how to glare. Finally, she picked up the fork, she made as if to push my food off it, then changed her mind and ate it.
"It's mean to give someone just a bite of something so good," she told me with just a hint of a smile. I grinned at her and picked up my half-eaten plate and swapped it for hers. She smiled and attacked my food. Pretty soon, she was swapping bites with all the other girls.
I shook my head and ate the waffle. I make great waffles too. Not as good as my French toast, but great.Finally, I sat back with a clean plate. I looked around, and all the girls had stopped eating, their plates ranging from half to three-quarters empty.
"Damn, I'm stuffed," I announced, and all the girls agreed. "I don't think I could move," murmured agreement. "But then I don't have to. You guys need to get busy cleaning."
Jenny's friends looked blank, and Jenny explained the deal she had made. Everyone groaned and started to stand up.
"Of course, the deal we made was that the place had to get cleaned. We didn't agree that you had to help. So you could all sit here and be stuffed and let Jenny do all the work."
Everybody looked tempted, and Jenny looked pained, but Debbie said, "Not the way it works. Jenny, you and Whitney go clean the upstairs bathrooms, I'll do downstairs. Erin, you get the deck outside, and Angie, do the bedroom. Then we'll meet in the living room to finish up." No one disagreed, and they split up to their appointed tasks.
I had to hand it to Debbie. I thought as I leaned back in my chair. She could be a leader when she wanted to be.
I got comfortable in my chair and flipped on CNN, but the world was pretty quiet at the moment, so I changed to the Cartoon Network, Roadrunner cartoons. Erin came in a few minutes later, carrying soggy towels and two pairs of panties, she smiled as she passed through and went into the bedroom.
I watched the coyote, wondering if he had better luck chasing girl coyotes than he had chasing dinner. I heard Debbie come out of the bathroom and head into the bedroom, then a few minutes later, Debbie, Erin, and Angie went upstairs. About five minutes and four coyote crashes later, the five of them came downstairs, lined up, and the girls curtsied while Jennifer saluted and reported, "Mission accomplished, sir." I smiled and returned the salute.
There was a knock on the door. "Looks like it was just in time," I said and nodded Jennifer toward the door. She walked over and opened it, letting Mona in. "Hi, Mona," I called and waved her in without getting up. She walked in and came over to the living room.
"I see you survived," she commented.
"Barely," I agreed, thinking about my long-term erection.
Mona laid her hand on Angie's head and mussed her hair before the girl could pull away. "So how bad was she? How long do I have to ground her for?"
"It's hard to say," I mused. "Do you want me to use society's standards, my standards, or in relation to the other girls?" Angie and Erin both stuck their tongues out at me. "Compared to the other four hellions, she was an angel," I added. Angie came over, kissed me on the cheek, and sat in my lap. I wasn't sure how good an idea that was, after all, her mom didn't know me, and she was a sexy bundle. "She's welcome back anytime."
"Really," Mona said in obvious disbelief, "Well, I may take you up on that."
"Anytime," I agreed and meant it.
"How about that one?" she asked, hooking a thumb toward Debbie.
"Ah, the ringleader," I said, and Mona arched an eyebrow. "She was good too. Actually, Jenny was the only trouble maker." Jenny gave us a 'who, me?' look.
"How bad?"
"She got spanked last night and threatened with another one this morning."
"For Jenny, that's actually a good night," Mona said with a smile. Jenny put her nose in the air and walked over to my computer and sat down. I grinned at Mona. Angie got down, and she and the other girls followed Jenny. Mona lowered her voice and asked, "They were really all right?"
"They were really fine," I assured her. I was serious when I said I could be talked into this again. "They even cleaned up after themselves this morning."
Angie walked over as I finished and hugged her mom. "Mom, he makes the best French toast."
"Better than mine?" her mom asked.
"Totally," Angie assured her. I was embarrassed. "Mom's not much of a cook," she added.
Mona agreed quickly, "She's right about that. Angie does most of the cooking at home. Between her, Wendy's, and Pizza Hut, we survive." Mona gave her a hug. "Maybe you could teach Angie your French toast."
"I don't know. If the secret of my French toast got out, it could spell the end of the world."
"Oh, really," Angie said sarcastically.
"Really," I agreed. "Imagine three and a half billion people all gaining ten pounds. Could throw the Earth off its axis and it would spin into the sun."
Angie giggled, and her mom gave me half a smile. Try to be concerned for humanity.
The twins' mom had come in while we were talking, and we exchanged greetings and small talk, then she took her girls and left.
"What about Jenny? Are you taking her home, or would you like us to drop her off?"
"I haven't got a clue," I admitted. "Jenny?" Jenny looked up; she and Debbie had moved to the sofa and were watching a Bugs Bunny cartoon. "Are you going home, are your sisters coming here, or what?" Jenny shrugged, got up, and walked to the phone.
"The girls have been coming over here for baths while the shower at the trailer park is broken," I explained for Mona's benefit. "I'm never quite sure when they'll show up."
"That sounds like Linda," Mona agreed.
Jenny covered the phone with her palm and said, "Mom says she was planning on about two, 'cause Carrie has something to ask you. And I can stay or go, whatever you want me to do."
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Stay," she asked with just a tiny whine in her voice.
"Okay by me," I said. As Jenny got back on the phone, I looked back at Mona, "Looks like we're set, but thanks anyway."
"Anytime," she said with a sly smile, "Besides, I may need a favor someday. Anyone who can keep Angie in line without a whip and a chair is worth cultivating."
"Moooommm," Angie moaned.
"In all honesty, I didn't do anything. Maybe I caught them on a good night or something, but the girls weren't any trouble at all."
"Sometimes the good nights are few and far between."
Angie looked about ready to clobber her mother, so I decided to change the subject and put some oil on the waters, "Angie, you are welcome back anytime."
Angie started to thank me, then got that idea look on her face and whispered into her mom's ear. Mona looked amused and said, "It's not my decision, ask him."
Angie blushed and looked at me shyly, "Would it be alright if I used the hot tub sometimes?"
Naked? Was my first thought. "It's all right with me, but be sure you check with me and your mom first."
"Cool," Angie and Debbie said together.
"You had kind of a pained look on your face when Jenny said that Carrie wanted to ask you something," Mona suggested.
"Not so much pain as inevitability," I told her. "I'd guess that since big sister got to have a sleepover, that Carrie thinks it's her turn."
"And is it?"
"Probably. She's hard to say no to, and it's only fair."
"And then Diana?"
"She's impossible to say no to, so probably."
Jenny got off the phone. And came over to the group. "Mom made the standard threats about being good," she told me.
"For all they're worth," I agreed, and Jenny grinned at me.
"Well, we've got to get going. Paul, it was a pleasure meeting you. And it was very nice of you to let the girls get together here. They've been miserable all summer," I looked at her questioningly, and she explained. "Angie has three brothers and two sisters, so it's not easy to have all the girls at our place. Katey's place is really small, so it's not very good either. And of course, Debbie's house hasn't been good because nobody wanted to make it any harder for her sister. They always used to gather at Jenny's place because there was so much room, but since Linda and Dave moved into the trailer, it's just been impossible. So you really came to the rescue."
"You make me almost feel guilty for having all this space. I'm just glad I could help out," I smiled and then had a thought. "Three brothers and two sisters?"
"Angie's the oldest. The girls are ten and eight. The boys are two, four, and six."
"Same age as Diane and Carrie," I said and had a mental image of Carrie, Diane, and Jenny all naked in the hot tub with Angie and her, I hoped, cute little sisters, but Mona shot that idea down.
"Yep, but the younger ones don't seem to like each other. Linda and I have tried," she said.
With my fantasy dashed, we said our goodbyes, and they left.I leaned back next to her and closed my eyes too. I felt good with just the pressure of her leg on mine. My cock was aching, but I ignored it and just enjoyed being close to the pretty twelve-year-old.
The hot water relaxed me so well that despite my erection, I was almost asleep when I felt her small hand brush against my cock. I came instantly awake, but didn't open my eyes right away. I opened my right eye just barely and looked at Jenny. She was laying back, her eyes not just closed, but squeezed shut, pretending to be asleep. Her hand, which she was pretending was moving with the currents of the tub, brushed the head of my cock again, and I almost lost it right then.
I opened my eyes and decided to take the initiative, and I captured her hand and wrapped it around the head of my cock. She held on for several seconds, then gave me a squeeze and let her hand float away on the current. I looked at her face, and she still had her eyes squeezed shut, but there was a smile on her face that I doubt she was aware of.
I captured her hand again, and we repeated the performance. I grinned, enjoying the charade almost as much as the contact. I grabbed her hand again, and this time wrapped her tiny fingers around the base of my shaft and held them there. I felt a tiny squeeze, and then slid her hand up the shaft to the head and back down again. She didn't try to pull away, and every now and then I'd feel a quick squeeze.
A look at her face, and she was grinning uncontrollably, though still keeping her eyes closed and pretending to sleep. I released her hand, and it was almost a minute before she stopped rubbing it up and down my cock and let it float away.
I reached over and gently, so as not to 'wake' her, eased my right hand behind her back and my left hand between her arm and ribs. Then I lifted her up and settled her on my lap, so that her pussy lips wrapped around my cock and her legs straddled mine. The touch of her cunt was too much, and my cock spasmed once and shot several loads of semen into the frothing water.
I didn't worry about an enterprising sperm wiggling its way into Jenny. I'd been selected to beta-test a male contraceptive from Thunder Bay Pharmaceuticals, and so far the tests were all positive. As a side note, I recommend a flyer in Thunder Bay - they should be announcing real soon, and the stock will go through the roof.
As my cock shrank between her legs, I reached down and worked a finger into her pussy. It felt just as good as in the bathtub. With my other hand, I played with her nipple, then I whispered in her ear, "How long are you going to pretend to sleep?"
Jenny giggled and opened her eyes. "You knew?" "Of course I did," I told her and started rubbing her clit. My cock was already starting to stir again.
"Did you peek at us last night?" she asked in a moan.
"No. I told you I wouldn't."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"So you didn't get to see anyone's puss..." the rest was lost in the moan of her first, I hoped, orgasm.
When her breathing returned to normal, I told her, "Well, Angie and Whitney weren't wearing any panties when they came in from the hot tub, and they flashed me a few looks. Then this morning, I looked in on you guys before I woke you, and Debbie slept without her panties, so I got a good look. In fact, I saw every pussy but Erin's."
"Whose was cutest?" she asked with an evil grin.
"Do I look stupid? I'm not going to answer a loaded question like that."
"Whose was cutest besides mine?" she prodded.
"I guess I do look stupid," I told her and nibbled on her ear.
"If Angie comes over to use the hot tub, are you going to peek?"
"Probably. She's cute."
"Cuter than me?"
"You're just dying to get me in trouble," I told her and concentrated on her pussy. A few seconds later, I pushed her over the edge again.
"Oh, Uncle Paul, that's soooo goooood," she moaned. My cock had come fully back to life, and it felt great as her legs rubbed against it while she bucked against me in the throes of orgasm.
When she finished, I said in her ear, "Still want to get me in trouble?"
"Never," she moaned. I grinned and picked her up again; she was startled but didn't resist as I turned her around and set her back down facing me. Her legs still straddled me, and now the head of my cock was pressed against her pussy lips instead of the shaft. I stared into her eyes, and she didn't resist as I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue pushing past her lips into her mouth and wrestling with her tongue. After a minute, I broke the kiss and breathed deeply. "Somebody's taught you to kiss," I said matter-of-factly.
"Billy Preston," she said dreamily.
"I take it that Billy is cute," I said, just a little jealous of the little shit.
"And a freshman last year," she added.
She'd been a sixth grader last school year. "You shouldn't be kissing a freshman," I said, realizing as I said it just how absurd that sounded coming from a twenty-six-year-old man who'd just kissed her and had his battering ram at her castle's gates.
"I know," she said with satisfaction.
"And just what else did you do with this freshman?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said with frustration.
"Good," I said and put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her toward me. As my cock head pushed past her inner lips into her cunt, I hesitated, waiting for an objection that never came. Without a word, Jenny pushed herself all the way onto my cock.
"So what are you going to do with Billy this year?" I gasped as her cunt squeezed my cock.
"Probably nothing," she moaned. "He just likes to kiss. He kissed a lot of fifth and sixth graders last year."
"Horny little bastard," I got out.
"Not horny enough," Jenny said and tried to pull my cock deeper inside her.
"I guess he's not the horny little bastard," I told her.
"I'm not little," she defended herself and tried to push a tit in my face. I obliged her by leaning down and licking the nipple.
She seemed to enjoy the attention for a minute or two, then pulled back and looked me squarely in the eye. "Can we fuck now?" I was shocked to hear the suggestion coming from her mouth despite where my cock was lodged right then. Shocked and turned on. I nodded, and Jenny pulled away from me, my cock sliding out of her pussy almost to the head before she pressed her pelvis back at me. I leaned back against the edge of the hot tub and let the sexy little twelve-year-old fuck me. I wondered if her mom would use the 'T' word if she could see us now. Hell, I wondered if her sisters would want to join in if they saw us now.
It didn't take long before I announced, "I'm gonna cum." Jenny ignored me and kept fucking. I felt that tickle that said I was just about to blast off, and I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto me as hard as I could, my cock buried deep in her womb gushing with semen. I felt like every muscle in my body contracted at once, then they all relaxed. Jenny started pumping again, milking my cock until it shriveled and plopped from her pussy.
I leaned back against the edge, eyes closed, totally drained. That had been the best fuck of my life. Finally, I opened my eyes and looked into her face. "Did you cum too?"
"No," she said sulkily. Hadn't she ever heard of faking an orgasm for the good old male ego?
I put my hands on her hips and lifted her; she got her feet under her as I stood her up and pressed my face into that recently used pussy. As I pressed my tongue deep into her slit, my own cum leaked back at me. I teased her clitoris with my tongue, and it didn't take long to bring her to her third orgasm. Gratefully, she sank back down onto my lap.
"That was the best one ever," she cooed as she laid her head on my chest and looked up at me.
"So you like tongues better than fingers," I asked as I stroked her hair.
"And a lot better than soap bars," she agreed. "I like cocks better too, but I just didn't get off."
"I was kind of on a hair trigger after all the sexy girls running around here," I apologized.
"That's okay," she reassured me, giggled, and started licking my nipple.
A few minutes later, I climbed wearily out of the hot tub. I needed a nap, but I had too much to do. I walked over to the computer and started filling in some of the forms that went to the various banks and insurance companies that employed me.
"What are you doing?" Jenny asked a few minutes later. I noticed that she was still naked, which made me very aware that I still was too.
"Paperwork," I told her.
"But you're not using paper," she said.
"And actually, I won't, since I'll send it by fax straight from the computer."
"That looks pretty simple; I could probably do it." I started to tell her how ridiculous that was, after all, I was a trained, licensed professional. Then I realized that she was right. At this point, I was just taking figures from my notes and putting them in the right boxes, and it was simple. And time-consuming.
I considered pulling a 'Tom Sawyer' on her, but decided to play it straight. "You think you could do it?"
"Sure."
"Want to earn some money?"
"Always."
"Then sit down here," I vacated the chair and waved my hand at it. "And start typing. When you get to the bottom of the form, don't, I emphasized, don't press the send button. I'll check it first."
"How much?" she asked, sitting down.
"What do you think two hours of typing is worth?" I asked, making a quick estimate.
"Five dollars?" she said tentatively. I love it, a secretary for two fifty an hour.
"Maybe even a little more," I told her, thinking that twenty would be about right if she did a decent job.
Jenny smiled and started typing. I went out to my car and got my laptop out of the trunk. Then I sat down with my portable and started my own work. Every few minutes, I came over to check on Jenny.She was a better typist than I was. And she was actually making fewer mistakes than I usually did, except where she couldn't read my writing.
In a little under two hours, she did work that would have taken me over three. And at the same time, I got two hours of my other work done. I might have to offer her a permanent job.
As we finished up, I asked her, "What do you think? Did you earn five dollars' worth?"
She hesitated, then said "Yes!" very definitely.
"I don't think so," I said, trying to sound disappointed. "Here." I handed her some wadded-up money. As she unwrapped it and saw that it was twenty-five dollars, I thought her eyes would bulge out of her head.
"For real."
"You earned it." We got dressed, reluctantly. And had lunch. We were sitting on the sofa chatting about boys and school when her sisters showed up around two. Since Jenny had already had a shower and a hot tub this morning, I sent her home with her mother. But not before telling Linda just how much help Jenny had been this morning. Jenny showed her the money she'd earned and wanted to stop at Walmart on the way. As they left, I wondered what the rest of the day would hold.
Chapter 9 "And Though You Know That it's Wrong to Be Alone With Me"
I looked at the two little girls standing in my living room. Diana was wearing cut-offs and a halter top, though she didn't have anything to halter. And Carrie was wearing gym shorts and a half shirt. They looked so cute that I was amazed when my cock didn't stir.
"So who's first?" I asked.
"I'm always first," Diana announced before Carrie could say a word. Carrie nodded agreeably and turned to settle on the couch. Diana took a step and launched herself at me, jumping up and grabbing my neck in a hug. My hand went to her butt to support her, then I shifted it so that I was cupping her crotch. I saw Carrie watching from the sofa, a grin on her face. I noticeably gave Diana a squeeze and carried her to the bathroom.
When I walked in, I was amazed. The bathroom was spotless. Somebody did good work. I tried to remember and I think it was Debbie who did it. I made a mental note to compliment her on it. I set Diana down and dropped to my knees. Then I grabbed the bottom of her halter and with a quick jerk pulled it over her head, the girl lifting her arms to make it easy. Then I leaned forward and kissed each of her nipples, her future nipples anyway.
I unbuttoned the top of her cut-offs and pulled the zipper all the way to the bottom, then slid them down her legs and pulled them off over her tennis shoes. I lifted up her left foot and she grabbed the top of my head for balance. I pulled her tennis shoe off. I thought about kissing her toes, but she hadn't been wearing socks and her foot really was sweaty, so I decided to skip it, and I set that foot down and de-shoed the other foot.
The little eight-year-old was displayed in front of me wearing just a pair of yellow bikini panties with a white trim. Very sexy, though my cock still didn't stir. I must be getting old - fuck one twelve-year-old in the morning and can't get it up again.
I leaned in and kissed her belly button. She was an innie, so I swirled the tip of my tongue inside of it.
"I thought you were giving her a bath?" came a voice from behind me. I pulled away and looked over my shoulder. Carrie was standing there, a smirk on her face.
"I'm getting there," I told her and kissed Diana's belly button again.
"You don't even have water in the bathtub," Carrie pointed out.
"A little privacy, please," Diana said indignantly as I licked all over her stomach. Carrie chuckled, and I heard the door close behind me. I leaned a little lower and tried to grab the waistband of her panties with my teeth. It looks easier than it is, especially since I didn't want to bite the little girl, but I finally got hold of the fabric and started pulling them down. Diana giggled as she realized what I was doing. When I got them to her knees, I let go and watched them flutter down around her ankles.
My plan was to fill up the bathtub and give her a good washing, but as I sat up, her pussy was right there in front of my face and I couldn't help myself. I pressed my face into her pelvis, feeling her fat little pussy mold itself around me, then I started teasing at her pussy lips with my tongue. It must have felt good, because the little eight-year-old grabbed the back of my head and tried to pull me even closer.
I obliged by pushing my tongue as deep into her pussy as it would go, until I felt the base of my tongue was almost pulling out. I had a mental image of explaining to a doctor that my tongue had come off in a little girl's pussy and could he dig it out and reattach it. I laughed into her pussy, and she seemed to like that too. Her pussy tasted saltier than I remembered, and I wondered if it was sweat from playing all morning. Do pussies sweat on the inside?
As my tongue explored, Diana started moaning louder and louder. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God oh God, oh God oh God oh God," the last one long and loud. Behind me, I heard the door open again and knew that Carrie was staring at the two of us. And that was when my cock came back to life and started growing.
All the air seemed to go out of Diana, and she deflated on top of me. Since this kept her crotch pressed in my face, I kept licking, and tickling her clitoris with my tongue, and a minute or so later she started another orgasm. I sensed Carrie moving up beside me for a better look, so I reached up and started stroking the crotch of her shorts. My other hand I pushed into my own shorts and I squeezed my cock, which was now back at full attention.
I vaguely remembered a few days ago thinking that a twelve-year-old was too young to mess with.
As Diana relaxed from her second orgasm, I slipped a finger into the leg hole of Carrie's shorts and then into the crotch of her panties and pulled down. Then I lifted off of Diana and pressed my face into Carrie's crotch. She stiffened, and I wondered if I had gone too far, but she relaxed, and I started exploring her outer lips with my tongue.
I'd never planned to seduce both girls together. Yes, I'd imagined it, but I never dreamed that it would happen. Carrie shuddered as I teased at her inner lips with my tongue and then pushed it inside. Just how far would I take this, I wondered.
Diana dropped to the floor next to me and watched as I ate her sister's pussy. After a few minutes, her hand wormed its way into my shorts, and I let it take my own hand's place on my cock. Her hand rubbed along my shaft, her thumb brushing the head at the top of her stroke. She was really becoming accomplished at hand jobs.
As my tongue found Carrie's clit, she tensed into her first orgasm. I felt like Santa Claus, bringing goodies to the kiddies. I leaned backwards and admired the ten-year-old. She was so beautiful. They were all so beautiful.
Reluctantly, I pulled Diana's hand from my cock and stood up. It was bath time. I toyed with the idea of taking the two of them to the hot tub, but decided to save that for another day. For the moment, that was Jenny and my place. I stepped over Diana to the tub and started filling it with water. I added bubble bath, then picked up Diana and set her in. "Wash good," I told her, then picked up her sister and carried her to the living room.
I sat on the sofa with Carrie across my lap and kissed her. She was still wearing her half shirt, so I grabbed the bottom of it and in one quick movement pulled it over her head. Then I leaned down and started nibbling on her titties. My cock, which had been enjoying Diana's ministrations a few minutes ago, twitched in my shorts to remind me of its presence. The tented-out material was pressed against the side of Carrie's leg, and I decided that this was the perfect time to introduce Carrie to my buddy.
Still sucking on her nipple, I captured her hand and placed it on my tent. She was tentative at first, not afraid, just tentative. She rubbed the head of my cock through my shorts with her palm, then at last, she closed her hand around it. I switched my attention to her other nipple and took her hand again, this time I pulled it inside my shorts. She quickly found her place and continued exploring my rigid pole.
This was the life, I decided, as I enjoyed the feeling of her fingers sliding up and down my cock. A naked ten-year-old on my lap, an eight-year-old ready to take her place in a few minutes. What could beat this? Then I answered my own question. A house full of naked ten-year-olds.
"Didn't you have a question to ask me?" I prompted, as I dropped a hand into her lap and started prying her pussy open.
"Yeah," she agreed dreamily.
"Did you want to ask it now?" I prodded, and pushed a finger deep into her cunt.
"Okay," she agreed, then continued to sit. I found her clit and started rubbing it with the underside of my finger. It only took a few more seconds to push her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. As her breathing increased, she squeezed my cock head painfully, but not so painfully that I didn't erupt in my own orgasmic pleasure. My cock pumped load after load of semen onto her hand and into my shorts. At last, we both relaxed. I gave her nipple a last lick and leaned back against the sofa.
"I love you, Uncle Paul," Carrie whispered as she melted against my chest. Her hand still wrapped, more loosely thankfully, around my shrunken shaft. "Can I have a sleepover like Jenny did?" she asked, breaking the mood.
"I suppose your mom has already checked it out with your friend's parents?" I asked sarcastically.
Carrie nodded, then added, "There's only two of them, not four like Jenny." I was disappointed. I wouldn't have said no to an even dozen. But I guess I could live with just two of the little darlings."There will be a couple of rules," I told her.
"Did Jenny have rules?" she asked.
"The very same ones," I assured her. She thought for a few seconds, then nodded acceptance. "One. You don't say anything about your bath time or what happens here." She nodded quickly. "Two. You and your friends will be cleaning house in the morning. Jenny's friends left the place spotless, I expect your friends to do the same."
"Free maid service."
"I may even get you cute little French maid costumes to wear."
Carrie's eyes went big as something occurred to her, and she laughed so hard that her side started to hurt. I could see her hold it and try to get her breath back. When she did, I waited for an explanation, but she didn't offer one. "What else?" she asked finally.
"Three. When I say it's bedtime, you and your friends all climb into bed without argument." Carrie giggled again and, again, offered no explanation. "Are those rules acceptable?" I asked when she had a straight face again.
"They're all right with me. Can I have a slumber party tomorrow?" Diana's voice from behind the sofa startled me so much that I jerked my finger out of Carrie's pussy. As I did, I felt the edge of my fingernail catch on some of the soft tissue inside, and Carrie winced.
But her look of pain was quickly replaced with her usual smile. "They're okay with me too," she informed me.
I pushed her off my lap and gave her bare ass a swat. "Go take your bath and get nice and clean for your friends," I told her and reached over the back of the sofa for her sister. As I pulled Diana to me, the towel wrapped around her waist came off and fell to the ground, and I had a lap of naked squirming eight-year-old girl. I loved it.
"You perv," Carrie accused as she headed for the bathroom. "Funny," I said to her retreating ass. "That's what your big sister calls me too."
Diana squirmed around until she could push her hand down the front of my shorts. With the experience gained in the last few days, she quickly found my soft cock and the sticky mess around it. "Did Carrie do that?" she asked accusingly.
I picked her up, her hand coming away from my cock, turned her around, and set her on her feet on the sofa, her feet straddling my hips. "Yes..." I said and kissed her left ass cheek, "...she..." I kissed her right cheek, "...did." I finished and pushed my tongue between her cheeks and licked her crack from bottom to top.
"That's nasty," she said with a shiver and a giggle.
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
"No," she said quickly, and I pulled her cheeks apart with my hands and started giving her ass a good tonguing.
"That's a better way to clean than with soap," she said with another giggle.
"I think so too," I agreed. My tongue couldn't penetrate her anus, but she seemed to enjoy my trying.
"Do I get a slumber party too?" she asked with a sigh. I turned her around and attacked her pussy with my tongue. She moaned loudly. It still amazed me that I could get my tongue as deep into her as I did.
I let go of her legs and reached down and pushed my shorts over my hips, wiggling my ass to get them down and hoping that the load of cum wouldn't leak out and stain the sofa. After I got them halfway down my thighs, I managed to work them completely off with my feet, all without removing my tongue from that delicious little girl cunt.
As my shorts dangled off the end of my foot and then fell to the floor, I imagined I heard a squish from all the cream inside. I pulled my tongue out of Diana and leaned back to look at that beautiful tiny pussy. I reached up and grabbed her hips and then sat her on my lap. My still soft cock pressed against her pussy lips. "You're all sticky," she accused.
"True," I agreed. "Want to help me clean up?"
"A shower?" she asked with obvious excitement.
"I was thinking more of a tongue," I answered. "Remember, we decided that was better."
"You can't get your tongue way down there," she said with a tone that stated it was a cold hard fact.
"No, but you can," I suggested.
Diana giggled and wiggled off my cock, which started stirring and moved down between my legs. She leaned forward until her nose was less than an inch from the tip of my half-hard cock. She reached out with the tip of her tongue and I watched as it came slowly, agonizingly slowly forward and just barely touched the skin of my cock. That little touch made my cock twitch, which made Diana jump backward until she was sitting on her heels, contemplating my crotch.
"What do you think?" I asked, but she didn't answer. She leaned forward again. The tip of her tongue pushed way forward and touched it again, this time licking halfway around the head. My cock twitched again, but this time she didn't pull back.
She closed her mouth on the head of my cock, and her tongue teased my pisshole.
My cock was fully erect again, and I was thinking about a hole to bury it in. Wondering if it could squeeze into Diana's pussy.
Without prompting, Diana scooted forward, her knees straddling my hips and her crotch pressed against my cock. I swear her pussy lips tried to reach out and grab it. My cock was pressed down against my pelvis, and Diana rubbed the underside with her pussy lips as she shifted forward and back.
"Is this fucking?" she asked.
"It's awful close," I told her. I tried to save myself, but the feeling of those soft warm tiny lips against my cock was too much.
"You made another mess," she announced as cum squirted out of the end of my cock.
"You helped," I reminded her as I watched the stuff pool on my stomach.
"Here. You need this more than I do," Carrie said from behind the sofa and pulled a towel off of her hips. I grinned and took the towel and started dabbing at the mess. "Did she talk you into a slumber party tomorrow?"
"She didn't have to," I said and dabbed a spot of cum on the tip of Diana's nose. "She's my favorite."
Carrie looked down at her little sister's pussy pressed against my again soft cock. She leaned over the sofa and dabbed her finger against the head of my cock, then lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted. "Why doesn't that surprise me."
I grinned again. What was there to say?
It took a long time to get the two girls dressed and ready to go. Diana kept wanting to taste my cock, and it's very hard to say no to a cute eight-year-old at any time. When she wants to lick your favorite appendage, it's impossible. Then after Diana would lick it a few times, Carrie would want to try to. It stayed soft, but I sure enjoyed the attention.
Finally, I got them loaded into the car, and we all headed for the supermarket where Diana and I sang silly songs while Carrie went shopping. She got almost as much junk for her two friends as Jenny had for her four. I'd have to take out a mortgage to feed Diana and her tribe tomorrow. We loaded the car, and then Diana connived me into ice cream cones.
I finally got them home about four. Carrie's friends were scheduled for six, so Linda invited me in for coffee. Diana and Carrie disappeared outside, and Jenny was laying on a bed reading when we sat down at the table.
"You hung up on me last night," she accused.
"You were asking embarrassing questions," I reminded her.
"But appropriate."
"Or inappropriate, depending on your point of view," I saw Jenny give us a strange look, then go back to her book. It was one of the Harry Potter books, but I couldn't tell which one from here.
"You never answered me," she reminded.
"A gentleman never tells," I said as enigmatically as I could.
Linda gave me a long appraising look, then she gave her daughter the same stare, then looked back at me. "The girls really enjoyed the hot tub. They skinny dipped," I said just to add to her suspicions. Jenny gave me a dirty look, which I ignored.
Linda started a retort, changed her mind, then changed the subject. "I really do appreciate you giving Jenny the chance to hang out with her friends. And then Carrie tonight, that's going beyond the call of friendship."
"And Diana tomorrow night," I reminded her. Linda arched an eyebrow. "She asked me today when Carrie was asking."
"She was supposed to wait until tomorrow," her mother said disapprovingly.
"Why? I knew it was coming."
"Yes," she chuckled. "I suppose you did. The girls last night weren't too much trouble?" I saw Jenny looking over the top of her book awaiting my answer. "The girls were fine. Not a bit of trouble," I saw Jenny letting out the breath I hadn't realized she was holding. "I'm sure the two girls tonight won't be any more trouble."
Jenny giggled, and Linda choked on her coffee, and I wondered what I was missing. But neither offered any further information.
"I have you all figured out, you know?" I said after a minute.
"You do?" Linda said with some amazement.
"Yes, I do," I agreed. "Baths, movies, sleep-overs. You're trying to make me bond with your children." Linda looked startled, so I knew I was on the right track. "You're trying to make me envious of family life, then you've got some girl you're going to match me up with."
Linda laughed and agreed, "You've got me."
But I knew she'd agreed too quickly, so I hadn't figured out her devious plan.
We chatted about inconsequential things for another half an hour, but then Carrie came in and stood around impatiently, so I took pity on her and we loaded up and left. I was ready for my second slumber party.
Chapter 10 "Getting to know you, Getting to know all about You."
Carrie and I got home about five, and after putting away her groceries, I settled down to read, and Carrie paced. It was hard not to laugh as she'd pace, then sit, then stand, check the clock, and then do it all over again. Several times she picked up a magazine, read a paragraph or two, then put it down again.After a while, I took pity on her and challenged her to a game of war. She'd never played before, which made it even better. I dug some cards out of a kitchen drawer, and we settled down at the dining room table to play. I shuffled and dealt out all the cards, and we started playing. If you've never played, it's amazingly simple. No skill at all, pure luck. Each player starts with twenty-six cards, which you put down one at a time against your opponent. The highest card wins, suits don't count, and the winner gets both cards. If both players have the same card, say jacks, then you each put six cards face down, and turn over the seventh card. The winner gets the whole mess. When you run out of cards, you pick up the cards you've won and keep going.
Like I said, no skill, just luck. But a great way to kill time. We were both getting into it when there was a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock, and it was ten after six. I started for the door, and Carrie stopped me, then changed her mind and sent me on while she plopped down on the sofa and tried to look nonchalant. I grinned to myself and went to the door. When I opened it, I saw a very pretty young girl with medium-length black hair and a slightly Latino look. She was probably just a little taller than Carrie and just a little more developed. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that showed off her tennis ball-sized breasts and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
The woman behind her looked completely Latino, so I greeted them, "Buenos Noches." The woman cocked her head, and I added, "And I'm afraid that's all the high school Spanish that I remember." I looked at the little girl, "You must be one of Carrie's friends?"
The girl nodded, and her mother said, "This is Miranda. She takes a while to warm up to strangers."
I squatted down and looked her in the eye. "Does it take longer with strange strangers?" she giggled and nodded. I smiled back at her, "Carrie's in the living room." She pushed past me and went inside. I stood up and addressed her mother again. "Hi, I'm Paul, Carrie's make-believe Uncle."
She put her hand out, and I shook it. "Hi, I'm Maria. Miranda's make-believe mother."
"Really," I said, startled.
"Really," she confirmed. "I'm a step." Then with just a hint of embarrassment, she added, "I'm also her aunt."
I must have looked questioningly, because she explained, "Her mother was my sister."
I figured it was best to let it go at that, so I changed the subject. "I'm new to the slumber party game, I had my first one yesterday for Carrie's sister Jenny."
"And Linda said you're doing another one tomorrow for Diana."
"What can I say, I'm just a big sucker."
"Well, if you survived Jenny and her friends, tonight should be a breeze."
"That's kind of what I thought."
"But tomorrow with Diana's gang could be a different story."
I wondered what she knew that I didn't, "Gang?"
"It's an interesting group. Miranda has a sister that age, though she's not in that group."
"Do I need a whip and a chair?"
"I was thinking more handcuffs and manacles, though electro-shock collars might work."
And Diana seemed like such a nice girl. "I had the mothers picking up about ten this morning, does that work for you?"
"That's fine, and I'm taking all three of them. We're doing the zoo."
"That should be fun, I'll have the girls ready," I assured her.
Maria looked at me quizzically and started to say something, but changed her mind and walked to her car in the driveway. I really hate the feeling that everyone knows something that I don't.
I closed the door and went into the house. Carrie and Miranda were camped on the sofa, talking in hushed tones, so I left them alone and went to the dining room table to clean up our game. She'd been winning anyway.
I was thinking about getting a Coke and reading some more of my book when there was another knock. I glanced at Carrie, and neither she nor Miranda were making any move to the door, so I went to answer it.
I opened the door, and a boy about twelve was standing there. I noticed a minivan in the driveway, engine running, with a woman behind the wheel. I wondered what he was selling.
"Yes?"
"Hi, I'm Bobby."
Okay, kid, I thought. If this is a sales pitch, you've got to tell me what you're selling. "Uh, huh."
"I'm Bobby," he said again, as if it should mean something to me.
Maybe he was my long-lost son. But if he was twelve, that means he was born when I was fourteen. Which was possible, I was sexually active long before that. But most of the girls I was active with went to school with me, and I think I would have noticed. "Yeah?"
"I'm Bobby," he said with mounting exasperation. I saw the woman getting out of the van. I heard twin giggles behind me. I looked over my shoulder, and Carrie and Miranda were about ten feet behind me, and both were grinning.
Have you ever had one of those moments when everything clicks? All the funny looks I'd been getting from Jenny, Linda, and Maria. The giggles. "You're Bobby Taylor, aren't you?" I asked, and he nodded with relief. "And you're here for a slumber party?" He nodded again. "And to watch Carrie get beaten severely?" Bobby looked confused again, but behind me, I heard a shriek and feet running toward the back of the house. "Carrie and Miranda are inside, go on in," I told him as the woman walked up.
"Let me guess," she said with an evil grin. "Nobody told you that Bobby was a boy; you thought it was a girl's name."
"Actually, Carrie hadn't told me who she invited. But I should have known something was up when Linda kept grinning when I would mention the girls."
"Linda likes surprises," the woman agreed, "Especially nasty ones. Is Bobby coming a problem for you?"
"Not a problem," I assured her, "Just a surprise." I grinned evilly myself, "Like the ice water, I'm thinking of waking Carrie with about five in the morning."
"That would be mean."
"Yes, it would," I agreed.
"He's spent the night with Miranda and Carrie before. There's never been any problems," she assured me.
"I don't have a problem with a boy at the slumber party. And if there are problems tonight, I doubt Miranda or Bobby are going to start them. And Carrie I'll sit on."
"Sounds like you got things in hand," I nodded. "Maria, Miranda's mom, is picking him up in the morning."
"I know," I told her. "They're going to the zoo."
She started to turn away and walk back to her van. Halfway there, she turned, "I'm Kellie, by the way. Bobby's mom."
"I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Paul, Carrie's fake uncle and soon-to-be executioner."
"Just be sure to hide the body," she said with a laugh and went on to her van. I waved as she drove off.
I sat down at my desk and swirled the chair toward the sofa. "Carrie, would you come here a moment?" I asked in a sweet voice.
Carrie came and stood in front of me, her head slightly down. "Yes?" I could see her friends peeking over the top of the sofa.
"Don't you think you should have mentioned that you invited a boy?"
"Why? He's my friend."
"I know he's your friend. But you should have told me."
"I was afraid you'd say no."
"If I was going to say no, young lady..." I said in my best 'principal' voice. "Having him just show up wouldn't have helped."
"I'm sorry. Mom knew, and she didn't tell you either."
"I'll deal with your mother later. Right now, somebody needs a spanking."
"Okay," she said, barely above a whisper. I indicated my lap, and she laid down across it. I lifted her slightly, centering her ass in the middle. I lifted my arm up as high as I could reach. Through the tops of my eyeballs, I could see her friends peeking over the top of the sofa, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.
I brought my hand down as fast and hard as I could. SLAP. As my hand hit the side of my leg.
"You missed," Carrie said in amazement.
"Damn," I swore. "I guess you can go." Carrie giggled and wiggled off my lap. She took a couple of steps toward the sofa, then came back and hugged me.
"Miranda, come here," I bellowed. Miranda stood up and, with a fearful look at her friends, walked over and stood in front of me. "If you don't say at least four words, you have to go home," I told her while wagging my finger in her face.
"What should I say?" she asked.
"Four words," I told her and held out my hand to shake. "Welcome to the party, I'm Paul."
Miranda shook my hand and asked, "I can stay?"
"Of course," I told her, picked her up, and set her on my lap. "Anybody who can say at least four words is welcome."
She cocked her head and looked at me. "You're weird," she announced.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I may be weird, but at least I remembered my underwear." Miranda looked down at her lap, where her short jean skirt had ridden up to reveal the bottom of her pussy. She jumped down, turning red and pulling at her skirt. She ran back to the sofa.
"Bobby, can I see you for a minute?"
Bobby looked at Carrie, swallowed hard, and walked over. I reached up and grabbed his head in an armlock. "You know, Bobby..." I said in a low voice, "If you don't treat the girls nice, I'll rip off your head and shove it up your ass." I was smiling as I said it.
"It won't fit," Bobby said with a good bit of bluster.
"Want to bet?" I asked, and tightened my hold on his neck. Bobby managed to shake his head, and I released him.
The kids all retreated to the sofa, and I figured it would be a good time to catch up on my letters, so I swung around to the computer and opened up my address book to see who I hadn't written recently.I was halfway through a letter to Jerry, he'd been my best friend in high school and we hadn't seen each other since, but we kept in touch with both snail mail and e-mail letters. I had an idea. I checked the internet, and the event I remembered was there.
"Carrie, fetch me a phone and be quick about it," I bellowed. "Miranda, three Oreos and make sure they're double stuff. Bobby, get me a beer."
Behind me, I heard scurrying feet. A few seconds later, Carrie handed me the phone, and Miranda, at arm's length, a small plate with three Oreos. I took both, and the girls retreated.
Bobby came up and stood, almost trembling. "You don't have any beer, just root beer."
I leaned forward until my nose was an inch from his. "Then don't you think you should put some in a glass with ice before I do something drastic," I said in the coldest voice I could muster. Bobby ran to the kitchen, but I think he'd seen past my mean act.
I set down the plate and popped a cookie into my mouth as I looked for the piece of paper I wanted. Naturally, it was on the bottom of the pile of paperwork that Jenny had worked on that morning. By the time I'd found it, Bobby was back with my root beer.
Bobby stood in front of me and took a sip of my drink. "I believe it's cold enough for you. Will that be all, m'lord?" he asked with an exaggerated flourish and bow.
Twirling my finger, I indicated I wanted him to turn around. "Bend over," I commanded, and he did, sticking his rear end in my direction. I gave him a soft swat. "For impertinence," I told him. He'd definitely seen past the mean act. I turned back to the computer to hide my smile.
I sipped my drink and looked at the paper for the phone number, then I dialed. A girl answered.
"Hello, Jenny?" I asked. In the reflection of the computer monitor, I could see Carrie perk up, she probably thought I was talking to her sister during her time.
"Yes?"
"This is Paul, Jenny's ersatz uncle."
"Yes?" she said with some obvious confusion. Carrie had slumped back down on the sofa when she realized that it wasn't her sister.
"I just found out that the Chabot Center in Oakland has a special show on curved space-time and black holes, and I thought I'd enjoy it more if I had a physicist there to help explain it," I said.
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes."
"To a black hole?"
"Yes."
"Well, at least it's original."
"I have a slumber party tonight and another tomorrow, but on Friday, I thought we could park Debbie with Linda, after all, she owes me."
"If you're doing three slumber parties in three nights, I'd say she owes you big. But Debbie has a date."
"She's too young to date," I said without thinking. Or remembering what I'd been doing with her best friend that morning.
"I agree. But I started dating when I was twelve, so I don't have much credibility."
"Well, if Debbie is taken care of, what about Oakland? I think you should know that if you say no, Jenny will be forced to find a new best friend."
"Well, I can't be responsible for that," she said with a laugh. "It's a date."
"I think you should know that I'm a virgin," I said and waited a beat for my statement to sink in. "I was going to take physics in high school, but it interfered with naptime."
"I'll be gentle," she assured me. We made arrangements to meet and said goodbye. I felt pretty good. I hadn't dated for several weeks, and I had a feeling that Jenny could be a lot of fun. I was certainly glad that I'd had the girls all write their phone numbers down last night. While I'd talked, I'd transferred the information on Jenny, Mona, and Katie to my address book. I made a mental note to get phone numbers from Bobby and Miranda and swung around to see what the kids were up to.
The three of them were standing in a semi-circle a foot behind me. As I swung out, they all sang, "Paul and Jenny, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g."
I growled and reached for them. Bobby and Carrie scampered away, but I caught Miranda and hauled her to my lap. "I'm not afraid of you," she announced with a grin, and I set her down.
"I'm not afraid of you either," I said and kissed her on her nose.
"You're weird," she said with another giggle.
"You said that before," I answered and then lowered my voice, "And you're the one not wearing underpants."
She blushed. "So?"
"Why aren't you wearing your panties? Does your mom know?" I whispered in her ear.He surprised me by plopping down on my lap. We started talking, and I discovered that he was into baseball, which was my favorite sport. He told me he was a third baseman and that he was pretty good, but his hitting sucked, and I told him that we could work on it sometime. He thought that was great, as he lived with only his mom, and she didn't know anything about sports.
The more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. I'd always loved baseball, and I hadn't played since I got out of college almost four years ago. Getting involved with the local little league could be a lot of fun. It was too late in the summer now, but maybe next year, I could take a team of young studs and shoot for Williamsport. I'd been pretty decent in my day, and I had a lot that I could teach these kids. All-district three years in a row in high school and all-state my senior year. And I started for Stanford, three years out of four. I must have been doing something right.
Bobby told me that he had a big game on Saturday and immediately wanted to know when we would work on his hitting. I told him that was a problem since he was going to the zoo tomorrow, and I had plans for Friday. That meant we couldn't do it until next week. Bobby pouted and then hopped off my lap.
I grinned, remembering the impatience of youth when a couple of days could be a lifetime. I got up and walked over to the girls who were sitting in a corner talking in low voices. They sat cross-legged, which may be politically incorrect to say, but I don't know how else to describe it. That's what we always called it growing up.
"Ladies, can I get you something to drink?" I asked when they noticed me. Miranda wanted Coke, and Carrie chose root beer. As I walked to the kitchen to fill their orders, one of them called out for chips too.
I filled the glasses with ice and then the desired beverages, making sure I remembered which was which and delivered them along with a bag of Fritos. As I walked up, Carrie was saying something about a bulge in some boy's pants, but they both got quiet as they saw me.
As I walked back to my chair, I noticed Bobby standing there waiting for me with the phone in his hand. "Mom says I can skip the zoo if I want to, and work out with you. That's if it's okay with you."
When I was thinking about the impatience of youth, I forgot the resourcefulness. I thought about it. I really should do some work tomorrow, but I was my own boss, and I didn't have anything really pressing. Besides, it would be fun. "Sure, why not," I told him.
"He says okay, mom," Bobby said into the phone. "She wants to know how long you want me, and that I shouldn't take up your whole day." I told me after listening to the receiver for a minute.
"Here," I said and indicated the phone. "Hi Kellie, it's Paul."
"Paul, this is awfully nice of you. And for someone you just met."
"Well, so far, he's a good kid, and I really love baseball. I played in high school and college."
"You must have been pretty good," she said. Was she buttering me up?
"I thought so. Major League scouts didn't," I'd actually been scouted twice that I knew of, but nothing ever came of it.
"How long did you want him for?" Kellie asked as I sat back down in my chair. Bobby immediately settled himself on my lap.
"I was thinking till about four," Bobby grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I figured that gave me time for Jenny and Diana to come over for their baths and still get ready for Diana's slumber session tomorrow night.
"That's way too long. You've got better things to do," she argued.
"Not really," I told her, "And besides, I'll have more fun than he will."
"Well, if you're sure."
"I'm good if you're good." "That's wonderful. You're just too good to be true."
"Oh, I'll get mine in the end," I chuckled. "I'll make him mow my grass or something. And I've got a lot of grass."
"Great. A little work will be good for him. So I'll see you about four?"
"Unless I decide to keep him," I said with a grin.
"Most days, all you have to do is make an offer. Anything over a buck and he's yours." "If he's any good tomorrow," I said putting my hand on his hip, "I may offer five and take him."
"Let's see if you make it through the night first," she said and then said her goodbyes.
"So tomorrow..." I told him and slid my hand to his butt, "We'll hit the field about ten, right after the girls leave, and see if we can't teach you to hit."
"Cool!" He either didn't notice or didn't mind my hand on his butt. He had a very tight, firm ass under his jeans. I'd been bisexual in junior high and high school, though I'd kind of fallen out of practice in college and after. The guys there just hadn't moved me. Bobby was moving me. My cock twitched under his leg. I'd been hard since seeing Miranda's pussy.
"Should I invite some of my friends to practice with us?" he asked as I moved my hand right along the crack of his ass. Yes, I thought, if they're as pretty as you.
"Why don't we hold off," I said after a few seconds' thought. "We'll start out with just the two of us and see how it goes. Maybe call some of your friends in the afternoon."
"Can you come to the game on Saturday? It's at eight."
"I don't see why not," unless Carrie and her sisters try to sneak another slumber party in on me.She walked into the dining room and set her chair up and started putting away the game. I wondered if we'd gone too far.
Miranda came over and sat on my leg. "She scares me when she gets all quiet like this," she whispered.
Bobby settled himself on the other leg. "Me too," he agreed. We watched together as she packed everything back in the box and closed the lid. Then she came and sat down in front of us and looked at the TV, ignoring us. I knew that she didn't care about the TV, it was tuned to CNN, and right now they were talking about new farm programs in Russia. I figured the only way to get through to her now was to get her attention on somebody else. And I had the perfect candidate. I leaned back against the sofa and put my hands on Bobby and Miranda's chests and pulled them with me, so that they were laying back against me. I left my hands on their chests, Bobby's smooth one and Miranda's bumpy one. Neither complained.
After a few seconds of relaxation, "Bobby, are you part Indian?" I asked.
"No. Why?" he answered, startled.
"Because that's a pretty good teepee you've got there," I said and pointed at his crotch. Miranda giggled.
Bobby tried to sit up and cover himself, but I put my hand back on his chest and held him down.
"Does that show up often?" I asked.
"All the time," Miranda answered between fits of giggling as Bobby turned redder. I saw Carrie turn slightly so that she could see out of the corner of her eye.
"I'm not sure your jeans can take it, they may rip," I added, and Bobby deepened a shade. Miranda was laughing so hard that she fell off my leg, rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. A quick glance showed that Carrie was smiling.
I let go of his chest and reached down and flicked the tip of his tentpole. "You could put somebody's eye out with that," I said, and Bobby darkened another notch. Carrie was completely turned toward us and grinning at Bobby's discomfort. Miranda was rolling on the floor holding her sides.
I put the tip of my finger on the top of his tent and held it there. "Did you get so hard just tickling Carrie?" I asked, and now it was Carrie's turn to blush, but she still grinned. "Or was it when you felt her up?" I added.
"You little perv," Carrie accused as she stood and came and stood over us. "You felt me up when I was helpless?" Bobby tried to look innocent, but it didn't work. "Did my titties get you all turned on?" Bobby nodded reluctantly.
"Good," she said, surprising both of us, then she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and flipped it up, flashing her tits at both of us. "Steve Taggert told my big sister that if one of those gets hard enough, it can kill you."
Carrie grabbed Miranda's hand and pulled her to her feet and then pulled the other girl toward the bedroom, muttering something about boys.
Bobby looked at me and laughed. I smiled back. "Nice teepee you have there, Paul," he said and pointed toward my crotch. My finger was still on the tip of his cock, so he put his finger on the tip of mine. It felt nice.
"Yeah," I agreed, not pointing out that I'd had it for a while and that a good part of it was from him and his cute little ass. "Come on," I said and pushed him off my lap and stood up. I led him up the stairs to my bedroom. As soon as we were in, I closed the door and dropped onto the bed. I stood him in front of me and unfastened his jeans and unzipped the fly, then with a quick jerk I pulled jeans and underwear down his legs. His erection, four and a half to five inches, stared me in the face.
I wanted to try and swallow it, but I didn't want to scare him, so I pushed him down on the bed beside me. Then I pushed my own shorts and underwear off and lay back and started jacking off. Bobby watched open-mouthed for a few seconds and then started taking care of his own problem. It took four strokes for a little geyser to erupt from the head of his cock. I know, I watched and counted. He jerked at his softening cock until the last spurt came out, then grinned at me while I still pulled on mine.
"Is it true that a hard-on can kill you?" he asked and leaned down to watch my cock, getting so close that I could feel his warm breath.
"No," I said as his breath brought me a little closer to the edge. "But if you have one for a long time, and can't do anything about it, you may want to die."
As my hand slid down my shaft to the base, he reached out and put the tip of his finger on the head, and that was all she wrote. The first jet of cum shot several inches in the air and landed on my stomach, some of it smearing his finger. He pulled away as a second spurt erupted and landed on my leg. I squeezed and slowly milked every drop from my shaft.
When I finished, I looked at Bobby. "I needed that," I told him.
"Me too," he agreed.
"Stay there," I ordered, got up, and went to the bathroom for towels. I cleaned myself up and then went back into the bedroom with a towel for Bobby. I wiped up the cum that had splattered his stomach and legs, then, with the towel, I wiped off his tiny shrunken cock. He shivered while I did.
We got dressed and went back downstairs. The girls weren't back from their conference yet, so I sat in my recliner and Bobby made himself comfortable on my lap, and we watched a Kim Possible cartoon on the Disney Channel.
The girls came out a few minutes later, and for a while, we sat around and talked. Mostly they talked about Miss Kelley, a substitute who had taught math and that nobody liked. Apparently, she was mean and stupid, but it was hard to get specifics.
"And she's a lesbian," Miranda said, as if it was the final argument.
"And that's bad?" I asked.
"Well, duh," Carrie said.
"Why?"
"Cause she's a lesbian, a dyke," Carrie said.
"Dyke is just another name for lesbian, it doesn't explain anything. And it's usually used as a bad thing, like calling a black person a nigger. Not a nice word to use. But you haven't explained why it's so bad that Miss Kelley is a lesbian, if she is."
"She likes girls," Bobby said.
"So do you," I told him.
"That's different. I'm a boy."
"She molests kids," Carrie charged. I almost reminded her about what we'd done earlier in the day.
"And you know this because she's hit on you?"
"Well, no," Carrie admitted.
"Then she's hit on you," I asked Miranda, and she shook her head. "Your friends. She's come on to some of your friends and they told you?"
"No," Carrie admitted. "But everybody knows she does."
"Try not to believe what everybody knows too quickly. Rumors are easy to start."
"But..." Carrie and Miranda said together.
"But nothing. Who's another cute guy at school?"
Carrie and Miranda looked at each other, smiled and said in unison, "Tommy Sanderson."
"Okay, first day of school I could start a rumor and by lunch, everyone would know that Tommy and Bobby are lovers."
"But we don't..." Bobby stuttered.
"They do hang out a lot," Carrie said with a mean smile. "But, I never..."
"Bobby, truth is unimportant. Everyone would just know." Bobby was beet red, and the girls were both enjoying his discomfort. "Of course, at the same time, I could start a rumor about Miranda and Carrie. Would it not take long before everyone knows you're both dykes?" I asked with a grin.
"You wouldn't dare," Carrie said in a threatening voice.
"Not the point. Everyone would know."
"So you're saying that Miss Kelley isn't a dyke, a lesbian," Miranda asked.
"Don't know. She might be. She might even like little girls. My point is that what everyone knows, especially around a schoolyard, isn't always true. When I was your age, everyone knew I was fucking Taylor Benedict," I was watching Miranda as I said it to see how she reacted to my using the f-word, she didn't even blink.
"And you weren't?"
"Couldn't stand the bitch. But there were a couple of others I was fucking, and that not EVERYBODY knew about."
The kids were quiet for a long time. I wondered if maybe I had actually taught them something.
"Jenny said that they got to go in the hot tub last night. Can we?" Carrie asked.
"Did you bring swimsuits?"
"No. But Jenny said they skinny dipped."
"They were also five girls, no boys," I answered, patting Bobby on the head.
"You were here," Carrie accused, with a sly smile.
"And I stayed in here and read a book," I informed her. From the look on her face, she didn't quite believe me. Carrie pouted.
"Go ahead," I told the girls, and they jumped up and ran for the deck.
"But..." Bobby started to complain.
"Shush," I told him. I slid my arms underneath him and stood up. Then I shifted him until he was laying over my shoulder like the proverbial sack of potatoes. I walked to the stereo and turned it on, adjusting the outdoor speakers, then I carried him to the bathroom and set him on the floor. "Strip," I commanded.
Bobby looked confused, but quickly pulled off his t-shirt, jeans and underwear. While he was doing that, I stripped myself, taking off shorts, underwear and shirt, then putting the shorts only back on. I rummaged through the closet and found what I was looking for and gave them to Bobby. "Put these on," I ordered.
"But they're..."
"They're Jenny's bikini panties, the closest thing I have to a Speedo for you."
"But..."
"Just do it," I told him in a tone that brooked no argument. He stepped into the pink panties and pulled them up. They were actually a pretty good fit.
"Almost perfect," I told him, and sat down on the toilet seat. I pulled him toward me and skinned the panties down to his thighs, then I sat him on my lap. "We need to get that thing hard, think about playing with Carrie's titties." Bobby smiled, and I think his cock twitched a little.I reached between his legs and picked it up, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. "Think about the time that Carrie let you touch her bare pussy." Bobby blushed, startled that I knew. "Think about the time you felt up Miranda's bare pussy." This time Bobby didn't blush, but I felt his cock start to grow under my fingers. As it grew, I started rubbing up and down the shaft, playing with the sensitive skin under the head and teasing his pisshole. A few seconds later, he had a pretty impressive erection.
"That's better," I said as I stood him up and pulled the panties up. I adjusted him so that his cock was vertical against his pelvis. The tight pink panties outlined the shape of his cock and balls perfectly.
"What about you?" he asked.
"That's taken care of," I said and stood up. I turned sideways so that he had a good view of my tented out shorts. "Shall we join the girls?" I asked, and Bobby grinned. We walked sedately to the deck. I know it was a struggle for me not to run; I don't know how Bobby did it.
Just before we stepped on the deck, I yelled, "Here we come."
Miranda shrieked, and Carrie complained, "But we're naked," and both girls covered their breasts.
"No big deal," I said. "You've already shown Bobby your pussy a few times." Carrie turned beet red. "So has Miranda," I added for good measure. Carrie snapped toward Miranda, and the two girls glared at each other for a few seconds, then giggled and hugged. Watching those naked ten-year-old nipples rub against each other would have gotten the pope hard. Whoops, bad example considering the stories coming out of the Catholic church these days. Would have gotten a bronze statue hard.
As we climbed the steps to the hot tub, Miranda exclaimed, "He's wearing panties."
"Today they're speedo," I told her.
"They're Jenny's," Carrie added.
"Today they're speedo," I repeated. "This is a proper slumber party. We can't have a naked boy climbing into a hot tub with a couple of girls."
"Especially naked girls," Carrie added.
"Especially," I agreed.
As we climbed into the tub, I caught both girls staring at our crotches. I waited until Bobby had gotten in to the waist, then said, "Oh Bobby, would you go back to the bathroom and get several towels." Bobby looked disgusted, but I didn't mind. I had a plan. As he got out, the water had made the thin cotton panties cling to his cock even more, giving the girls an even better view.
I sat down on one of the benches. Bobby came back a minute later and deposited the towels on a picnic table in the center of the deck before climbing back in. I watched the girls staring again. Then I motioned Bobby over. The swirling water covered him from the waist down. I reached out to his hips and found the top of the panties and pulled them down to his knees. Bobby grinned and stepped out of them.
I lifted the sopping wet panties out of the water on the tip of my finger. I swirled them around several times and then let them fly over Carrie's head and land on the deck. I smiled at the girls, "He looked uncomfortable," I explained.
"What about you?" Miranda asked with a grin.
"I'm fine, thank you," I said.
"I don't think so," Carrie said and walked over and stood in front of me. She reached down into the water, grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them down. I protested while lifting my butt to make it easier for her. I lifted my legs straight out from the seat so she could get them off.
She held up the wet, dripping shorts in front of my face. "Ha!" she said and threw them over on top of Jenny's panties. I grinned and pulled her down on one leg, then I motioned for Miranda to join her. The young girl grinned and moved across the hot tub and sat on my other leg. Under the frothy water, my hand settled immediately on Carrie's pussy, and the other hand on Miranda's thigh a couple of inches from the promised land. Bobby sat down opposite of us. "I thought you only liked Bobby sitting on your lap," Carrie teased.
"That's true," I agreed. "We could switch." Neither girl made any motion to leave. "Comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, except for this hard thing rubbing against my leg," Carrie teased, and Miranda blushed. Beneath the water, I felt a hand close on the 'hard thing'.
"Apparently you both like to show Bobby your cute little pussies," I said, "And let him touch them." As I talked, I moved my hand up Miranda's leg, and when she didn't complain, I let it settle on her pussy mound.
"He's our friend. We like to make him happy," Carrie explained, and made me happy by rubbing her hand up and down my shaft.
"Do you think Lizzie and Miranda on the show, make Gordo happy?"
Carrie thought about it and nodded.
"What do you think they do besides letting him feel them up?" I asked.
"Probably give him a hand job at least once a day."
I motioned Bobby over; he came and stood in front of us. I took my hand off of Carrie's pussy and reached out to him. I grabbed his cock and lifted it up, only the tip showed above the top of the water, but it was obviously very hard. "What about your Gordo?" I asked.
Carrie reached out and rubbed the tip of her finger over the top of his cock. Bobby shuddered, and for a second, I thought he was going to sink into the water. Hell, maybe I'd have to give him mouth to mouth. Then Carrie wrapped her hand around his cock, I let go and put my hand back on and then a finger into her pussy. Nothing was visible above the water, but from the movement of her arm and shoulder, it was obvious that Carrie was giving Bobby a hand job. It was equally obvious that he was enjoying the hell out of it.
I felt another hand on my cock and realized that it was Miranda's. She seemed surprised to realize that there was a hand already there, and in a second realized that it was Carrie's. They looked at each other across me, and Carrie grinned and took her hand off my cock. Miranda smiled and wrapped her fist around the head. I realized that she didn't have a clue what to do next, but just enjoyed having her touch me. I took that as an invitation and gently pried her outer pussy lips apart and ran my finger along her inner lips. She shivered and leaned against me, squeezing my cock even tighter.
I leaned to the left and kissed her erect nipple. In front of me, I heard a strangled, "Oh god," and from the corner of my eye, I saw Bobby sink to his knees until only his head was out of the water. It was tilted to the sky, and his eyes were closed.
I pushed my finger into Miranda's pussy, and I felt her shudder into an orgasm. With my other hand, I started teasing at Carrie's clit. As I did, I felt her hand close on Miranda's and start to manipulate the other girl into rubbing me up and down. I felt my own orgasm building toward a climax and started really working at Carrie's clit; a second later, we both came together.
We sat there like that for a long time. Me hugging the two girls, occasionally kissing their four little nipples. Bobby kneeling in the center of the tub, grinning like an idiot."I was planning to, until you two interrupted," I said. Behind me, Bobby swallowed wrong and started coughing. As he did, his cock brushed against my ass. I was startled enough that I jerked, and my cock brushed against Miranda's leg again.
Miranda giggled and rolled onto her side, facing Carrie. She whispered something to the other girl, who scooted forward to hear her. "Miranda wants to know what you were going to do after you kissed him." Now it was Miranda's turn to choke. Apparently, Carrie wasn't supposed to identify the source of the question.
"Well, I've got this huge erection." To demonstrate, I wiggled forward and pushed my cock between Miranda's legs. "So I thought I could teach Bobby how to give really, really good blow jobs. But now that you two are here..."
I could hear Miranda's sharp intake of breath. Then I reached one hand underneath her and the other between her arm and ribs, and started kneading her breasts. Miranda giggled.
"Are you playing with her pussy?" Carrie accused.
"No, ma'am," I said, though that wasn't completely true with my cock nestled between her legs, pressing against the underside of her cunt. Apparently, Carrie didn't believe me, because a few seconds later, I felt fingers feeling around Miranda's legs and pussy and closing on the head of my cock.
Then Carrie scooted forward until her nipples were pressed into the backs of my hands and her pussy was pressed against the head of my cock. She pressed a little more, and the head of my cock popped into her pussy. I couldn't believe how easy it was. The two girls lay pressed together, pussy against pussy.
"That feels good," Carrie sighed. Miranda just moaned. "What's going on?" Bobby wanted to know. He had scooted forward and was up on one elbow, trying to see over my body.
"Let's see, Carrie has her pussy pressed against Miranda's, while the head of my cock is buried in it. She can't get anymore of my cock because Miranda's legs are wrapped around it. I'm playing with Miranda's tits, and Carrie's tits are rubbing against my hands," I summarized. "Oh, and one more thing, your cock is trying to bury itself in my ass," I added. His cock had pushed between my cheeks and was pressed against my asshole.
Behind me, I could feel Bobby drop off his elbow, but he didn't remove his cock. In fact, at that moment, his cock flooded my crack with about a pint of his baby juice. I was nice and didn't mention that to the girls.
"This is very relaxing," Carrie said.
"For some of us," I told her. I felt like I'd never been more excited in my life. I wanted to fuck Carrie so bad, but I didn't want to move. I'd never really liked things up my butt, a kind of 'better to give than to receive' sort of thing, but I would have loved for Bobby to shove his cock in all the way to the root. I wanted to reach back and help him, but I also didn't want to scare him. He was probably already embarrassed about cumming between my cheeks.
Mostly, I didn't want to break the mood.
So I fell asleep. We all did.
I woke at six-ten on the dot. My cock was still hard and still nestled between Miranda's legs and Carrie's pussy lips. I wondered if it had been hard all night. Can a cock stay hard for almost six hours? While someone's sleeping? Or did it go down and then grow back in the same place.
I could feel Bobby's hard cock still pressing against my asshole. I knew it had gone soft last night, so this was a new morning wood. My sphincter muscle seemed almost relaxed, so I pushed my ass backward at Bobby's pelvis and felt the head of his cock push into my rectum. As I did that, my own cock head had popped out of Carrie's pussy, so I pushed it back in.
I would have liked to stay like that until the kids woke on their own, but I knew from years and years of experience that my bladder would wake up in a few minutes, and when it woke, it wanted attention and wanted it now.
I grinned evilly and reached back and put my hand on Bobby's hip and shook him gently, looking over my shoulder at him. "Bobby, wake up," he groaned. "Wake up," I whispered again.
"What?" he mumbled. "Would you mind taking your cock out of my ass? I need to get up."
"My cock?" he repeated.
"Yeah, out of my asshole," I urged.
Bobby turned beet red and quickly pulled out and rolled as far away from me as he could without falling out of bed. "I didn't...I wouldn't..." he stuttered.
"Shush," I told him and looked back at the girls. Neither had stirred. Reluctantly, I withdrew my cock from Carrie's pussy and then from between Miranda's legs. I rolled over until Bobby and I were inches apart. "Don't worry about it," I told him, and then crawled over him, my cock brushing, accidentally I assure you, against his hip as I did.
I had just finished and was shaking my now half-flaccid cock when Bobby walked into the bathroom. It had been a battle of wills between my bladder and my erection, but finally, my bladder won. I shook my cock one more time - I remember one of my gym teachers saying that shaking it more than three times was playing with yourself - and turned to Bobby.
"I just wanted... I mean... I wanted you to know that I'm not... not..."
"A fag, queer, gay, a homo?" I supplied.
"Yeah," he said, barely above a whisper.
I sat on the toilet and motioned him over. He came and sat across my lap. His cock was still hard, and I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked a couple of times. "There are those who would say that I am," I told him. I stopped stroking and just held him. "Yours was not the first cock I've had up my ass." Actually, it was the fifth, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"But, you..." he couldn't seem to find words and waved his arm in the direction of the sleeping girls.
"I like girls. Hell, I love girls. But I like boys too. Just for something different, now and then. They call it bi or bi-sexual. Have you heard of it?"
He nodded, but didn't seem convinced. I squeezed him a couple of times and started stroking again, on the upstroke, I rub my thumb across his pisshole.
"So am I bi, or just gaaaaay?" The question got stuck as he had his first morning cum.
"Neither," I said as I milked his dwindling cock. "You're just eleven and horny. My ass was an accident."
"Should I be bi?" he asked with a sigh.
"Depends?" I told him. "I know you get turned on by girls, I saw your cock growing last night when we talked about the girls in your school, so I know you're not gay. Ever get turned on by another guy?"
"Uh, sort of."
"Well, that could be routine horniness or you could be a little bit bi. As you get older, you can experiment and figure out just what you are or what you want."
"Okay."
"For now, let's let the girls sleep. We'll jump in the shower..."
"Together?" he interrupted.
"Together. Then we'll go downstairs and talk. In a couple of hours, we'll make them breakfast in bed, and maybe they'll be so grateful they'll let us lick their pussies."
"Really?"
"That's the plan," I told him, then let go of his soft little cock and set him on the ground. I closed the door and started the shower. We got in and started lathering ourselves up. I had a definite look, don't touch policy at this point, I wanted to give him time to get used to new ideas, but occasionally, we'd brush against each other.
We got out and dried ourselves off. We didn't bother dressing. As we passed through the bedroom, I made sure that Bobby got a good look at the sleeping girls. They were still pressed pussy to pussy and breast to breast, but at some point, Miranda had thrown her arm over Carrie, and their heads were pressed together at the forehead. I wondered how much the pictures would be worth at the grade school.
Bobby and I went downstairs and talked for almost two hours. I gave him a basic autobiography. I told him all about discovering girls when I was ten and then experimenting with boys a little after that and deciding that I liked both. I even told him that I stopped messing with boys after a while. "At least until last night," I added. And Bobby had the courtesy to blush.
Then we fixed breakfast. French toast again, after all, it was my specialty. We loaded the heaping plates on two trays and carried it up the stairs. The girls were still sleeping, but had rolled apart and were sleeping on their backs a few inches apart. We set the trays on the dresser, and I motioned Bobby to go to the girls. With pantomime, I told him to tickle their nipples. The kid grinned and started. Carrie was an easy reach, but he had to stretch for Miranda. Very gently, he brushed at their nipples with his fingertips. Carrie tried to brush him away without waking up. Next, I had him work on their stomachs with the same results, so I turned him loose on their cunts. His fingertips brushed lightly on both girls' pelvises, then down to their pussies. He stroked their pussy slits, and damn if both girls didn't open their legs wider for him. Both of us had gone erect again, and I kept looking at his tight rear end.
I motioned him down, and he reluctantly obeyed. I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his butt, "You're going to get up between Carrie's legs." For a second, I thought the kid was going to cry with happiness. "When I signal one, you can gently kiss her from her stomach to her pussy." He nodded enthusiastically.
"When I signal two, you can rub your cock against her pussy." You know the phrase, 'so happy you could burst'? Looking at Bobby, I wondered just how much it would cost to clean up the mess if he did. "But I warn you, little buddy, put your cock inside her while she's asleep, and I'll rip it off and stick it in your ear." Bobby went pale but nodded.
"When I signal three, I want you to lick her pussy and drive your tongue in as deep as it will go."Bobby nodded so hard I was afraid for his neck.
I motioned him to climb up, and while he did, I took position at Miranda. I motioned one finger at him, and together we lowered our heads toward our targets. First, I kissed Miranda's belly button, as she was an outie, so I took a second to tease it with my tongue. Then, I gently kissed my way down to her pussy. I kissed the top of her slit, then the bottom, and for luck, ran my tongue back up to the top. Then, I sat back on my heels. Bobby was kissing all around Carrie's slit. I tapped him on the hip, and he kept kissing, so I flicked him with my finger and finally got his attention. He grinned in apology and sat back on his heels. Both girls slept peacefully, and though it might have been my imagination, both seemed to be grinning.
I gave Bobby the two signal and leaned forward. Keeping most of my weight on my knees, I leaned forward and put my hands next to Miranda's rib cage, then I pushed my hips forward until the tip of my cock touched her lips. Next to me, Bobby was watching and mimicking me with Carrie. I kind of scrunched down until the length of my shaft was pressed against her pussy slit and then slowly raised myself, dragging my cock across the lips. I swear they seemed to reach out for it. I watched as Bobby did the same. I repeated this three more times until I wasn't sure I could take any more, and I was sure that Bobby would explode. I signaled him to stop, and we both sat back on our heels. Both of us were breathing heavily as we grinned at each other. The girls slept on.
I gave him the three sign and lowered my face once more into Miranda's crotch. I licked her outer lips and then pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, immediately encountering her clitoris. According to scientists, the clitoris contains about eight thousand nerve endings, and my tongue must have gotten every one of them. Miranda grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me into her while thrusting her hips outward and arching her back and emitting a loud guttural moan. Supposedly, we guys only have about four thousand nerve endings in our cocks, and right then, I really envied her those extra four thousand because I could feel her orgasm with my face. A few seconds later, she released my head, and I sat up. Jenny and Bobby were staring at us. Miranda seemed to be having trouble forming sentences, "Who...what...how could...I...it...you...Oh God."
I tried to look as innocent as possible, "We were just trying to wake you for breakfast," I explained. Bobby got up, and I noticed that his cock had dwindled again, and there was a large wet spot between Carrie's knees. He carried over the first tray and handed it to me, then got the second and set it on Carrie's thighs. He climbed back between her knees, looked at her, grinned, blushed, looked down at his plate, and started using his fork to cut a piece of French toast.
I looked up at Miranda. "Good morning. Breakfast is ready."
"I can't believe you did that," she said.
"What? Woke you for breakfast?" I had to, you're going to the zoo in less than two hours."
"No, that!" she said, nodding toward her crotch.
"You want me to promise that I'll never do it again?"
"No!" she shouted. Then blushed, and looked down at her food and started eating. I grinned and started on my own plate.
We ate in silence. Every now and then, one of them would start to say something, but then the others would look up, and they'd stop. Me, I figured that everyone needed time to digest events as well as food and just let things be.
When we'd finished, I stacked the plates and trays and started to carry them down to the kitchen while telling the girls to jump in my shower. Bobby started to make a smart-ass crack about together, but a look silenced him, and he followed me down.
While I did the dishes, I gave him the facts of life, my version anyway.
"I want you to understand that it's not necessary to go bragging about any of this in the locker room or anywhere else. Most of the guys who talk the loudest are getting the least real sex. First, it's disrespectful to the girls, not just Miranda and Carrie but any girls in the future. What's between you and them should stay between you and them. Second, if you talk about it to the guys, they spread it to the other guys, then the next group of guys, and pretty soon, it gets back to the girls. You can lose out on a lot of good experiences if the girls think you have a big mouth."
"Plus," I added, "If it gets back to the girls, they'll tell me about it, and I won't be happy. I'm not going to make any ridiculous threats about ripping off your dick, but I won't be happy."
"And you can tell everyone about my dick in your butt," he said.
"You're not listening. What every went on between us is between us. It's nobody else's business even if I'm mad. Okay?"
"Okay," he smiled.
The girls came down, and I sent the three kids to get dressed. Then, after I'd put them to work cleaning, I headed upstairs and got dressed myself.
Miranda's mom showed up a little before ten. She was surprised that Bobby had decided not to go to the zoo, until I explained we were going to play some baseball, then she nodded understandingly.
After they left, I dug my old glove out of a closet, and we headed for the field, stopping only at Bobby's house for a minute for him to pick up his glove and bat. My plan was to play for a couple of hours, then go back to my house and deflower his cute young ass, but we got so into it that we stayed on the field till after five. A few of my friends showed up and joined in.
I had a lot of fun, even if Bobby's ass would have to wait.
[Note: I wish I could report that Bobby hit the game-winning home run that Saturday, but alas, it didn't happen. He had to be happy with two singles, a double, and a walk, instead of his usual two or three strike-outs. Damn, I'm good.]
Chapter 13 "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"
"Where the hell have you been?" Jenny yelled accusingly after I'd driven up to my house and gotten out of the car.
"Excuse me?"
"We've been waiting over an hour," she said, waving her hand to include Diana.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but I don't think I work for you. In fact, the last time I checked, I was doing you a favor," I said, a bit put out by her attitude.
"But we let..." her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip. "That is, I..."
"What she means is, she's sorry she yelled," Diana supplied, and pushed past her sister to me and gave me a hug. "She's got a bit of a temper," she added, looking up at me.
"I hadn't noticed," I whispered down to her, and she giggled, burying her face in my stomach.
Jenny took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I yelled. Diana's right, I let my temper get control sometimes, but I'm working on it."
"No problem," I told her. "We all lose it sometimes."
"Mom dropped us off over an hour ago," she explained in an accusing tone.
"Your mom should have checked that I was home first, and you have my permission to ding her on it, but no yelling. Jenny nodded. "I'd planned to be home by four, but I wasn't watching the time. Why didn't you go in the backdoor? I'm pretty sure I didn't lock it."
Jenny looked embarrassed. "We didn't check it," she admitted. "Besides, we couldn't just walk in your house without permission."
"Consider permission given. You can go in anytime, at least as long as your intentions are honorable."
"What do you mean by honorable?"
"Well, if you're looking for a place to smoke, drink or do drugs, forget it. Likewise, if you're looking for a place to have sex with your boyfriend."
"I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs," she protested.
"And hopefully won't start," I added, noticing that she hadn't denied the sex part. I tried to move but found that Diana was still molded to me. My keys were still in my hand, so I tossed them to Jenny, who caught them in the air. "It's the shiny one with the round head," I told her.
While Jenny unlocked the door, I reached down and picked up Diana. She almost glided into my arms. I cupped my hand under her butt and carried her into the house.
In the living room, I deposited Diana on the sofa. Then I sat in my recliner and motioned for Jenny with my forefinger. She walked over, looking wary. As she approached, I reached out and grabbed her wrist and used it to pull her across my lap. She was wearing a pair of yellow cotton shorts, and I pulled them down quickly. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
"But I apologized," she whimpered as I raised my hand above her ass.
I brought it down with a good smack, but not a lot of force. "I know," I agreed. "I just wanted to play with your cute little ass," I added as I released her. She scrambled off my lap and stood just out of range, glaring at me, her shorts around her knees. Then she giggled. She let the shorts fall around her ankles and stepped one leg out of them, then used the other foot to kick them at me. "Perv!" she accused.
I caught the shorts in the air and threw them back, catching her across the face. "So what else is new?" I answered back.
I noticed that Diana was pouting on the sofa. I motioned her over with my forefinger, and she approached cautiously, wondering if I was going to grab and spank her too. But as she got close, I reached out and lifted her up, setting her on my lap. "What's with the quivering lower lip?" I asked.
She tilted her head and looked up at me through the top of her eyeballs, not understanding.
"What's wrong?" I said, simplifying the question.
"Don't I get to have a slumber party? Like Carrie and Jenny?"
I thought about it. We hadn't talked about details, but it was only fair. "Of course you do."
"Good, my friends will be here in less than an hour."
"Then we'd better hurry," I told her."Jenny, you need to take your bath alone while I take Diana shopping." Now Jenny's lower lip quivered, but she nodded and started stripping off her shirt. "We'll have to get your mom to come get you."
She stepped toward the bathroom, then looked back, "I could stay and help?" she offered.
It was a tempting offer. I could probably use the help with a wild herd of 8-year-olds, and she could sleep in my bed after we got the little ones bedded down. On her own side of course, all perfectly innocent. You buying that?
"No, I think you'd better go home," I said, "But I really appreciate the offer."
I took Diana and we jumped in the car and drove to the supermarket just behind my house. It would have been faster to walk through the woods, but I didn't know how much stuff we'd be bringing back.
I gave Diana a shopping cart and let her stock up, just like I had her sisters. I was amazed by the amount of processed sugar going into the cart, but didn't say anything. If a bunch of eight-year-olds ate all that, I might get them asleep by next Tuesday.
We checked out and I added up three days' worth of snacks in my head, a shade over a hundred bucks. If I was going to be friends with this family, I was going to have to work harder. Or at least faster.
We got back to the house and Jenny was clean and dressed and sitting on the sofa drying her hair. "Is the leech coming?" she asked as we walked in, our arms full of grocery bags.
"Jenny," I said sharply. "It's not nice to call one of Diana's friends..."
"It's okay," Diana interrupted. "That's what Daddy calls her. She's coming," she added for her sister.
"Why?" I asked, looking down at her.
"You'll find out," Jenny said with a laugh. Almost an evil laugh.
"Why'd you want to know if she's coming?" Diana asked.
"'Cause I can get a ride home, dummy."
I went into the kitchen and set down my groceries. Then I came back into the living room. I put my hands on Jenny's shoulders and bent down until we were eyeball to eyeball. "I'm pretty sure that 'dummy' is not a pet name your dad has for your sister."
Jenny dropped her eyes to her lap. "Sorry, sis," she mumbled.
I squeezed her shoulders and she looked back up at me, "Maybe a little louder."
She nodded and looked at Diana, "Sorry, Diana," she said and sounded sincere. "You'd better set those bags down quick," she added.
I glanced over and the little girl was sinking fast. I rushed over and relieved her of her burdens. Then I went back to my recliner and sank down. I had a feeling that I wouldn't get much rest. "Diana, go take a quick bath or shower before your friends get here," I ordered.
"Are you going to help?" she asked almost shyly.
"Nope. I'm going to stay right here and rest up," I informed her. She pouted for a couple of seconds, then scampered upstairs. I cringed at the thought of my bathroom. Jenny came over and plopped down on my lap. After a minute, she leaned back against me, her head on my chest.
"You're pretty tough on me sometimes," she observed.
"Somebody's got to be."
"You're harder on me than Dad. Or Mom either."
When she said "harder," my mind pictured my hard cock driving into her pussy, and my cock, which I hadn't heard from all afternoon, stirred. "That's because I'm still trying to civilize you. They've given up on civilization and are just trying to keep you out of jail."
She sat up and glared at me, stuck her tongue out, and then laid back down.
I grinned to myself and patted her bottom.
"Thank you," she said after a while.
"For what?" I asked.
"For trying to civilize me. I know that I can be a brat sometimes."
"Sometimes?" I asked.
"Well, most of the time," she admitted. "But I'm working on it."
"That's all I ask," I told her. "I'm not perfect either."
"True," she said quickly. "You take advantage of innocent little girls," she jumped off my lap before I could react.
"You're not so innocent. And not so little either," I told her as Diana came down the stairs naked. "Innocent doesn't exactly run in your family."
"You'd better get some clothes on, your friends could be here any time," I said, glancing at the clock which said it was a couple of minutes after six.
"My clean clothes are in the bathroom," she explained.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Jenny announced and ran toward the door.
Diana squeaked and sprinted toward the bathroom. At the door, Jenny looked to make sure that her sister had made it, winked at me, and opened the door.
Four little girls were standing there along with two women. I realized that I had no idea how many munchkins I had agreed to.
I started to get up and one of the women yelled not to bother. She and the other one walked in and headed for me. "Save your strength," she said as they got to the sofa. I waved for them to sit and they did. "You must be Paul," the first one said, "We've heard a lot about you."
"Really?" I said in surprise, picturing little Diana telling all about her bathtime.
"Linda can't say enough good things about you."
"Well, Linda's a pathological liar," I explained, the second woman laughed.
"She said you were nice..."
"A lie," I explained.
"And reliable..."
"A total falsehood," I corrected.
"And liked kids," she finished.
"An out and out slander," I added. "I'm irresponsible, mean, and I hate kids. Especially twelve-year-olds," I added since Jenny had come over and was standing next to my chair.
She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, but I'd been expecting it. I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her face down across my lap until her ass was centered between my legs. I leaned my forearms across her thighs and waist, trapping her. "Kids are a royal pain."
"Tell me about it," the second woman agreed. Both women smiled as Jenny struggled to escape.
Diana had come out of the bathroom, dressed fortunately, and been whispering with the four girls. Now she brought them into the middle of the living room. "That's Paul. He's neat. He likes to beat up on Jenny."
"Only when I can't catch you," I told her. She grinned and Jenny kept struggling.
"These are my friends, this is Becky and Carly."
"Becky's mine," the first woman added. "And I brought Carly too."
"And this is Montana and Dakota. They're twins," Diana finished.
"They're mine," the second woman offered.
"Montana and Dakota?" I asked.
"Road trip. They showed up a month early, almost exactly on the border," I shrugged.
"Any more?" I asked Diana.
She blushed and looked down, scuffed her feet a bit, then held up two fingers. That was six girls, seven with Diana. I had my hands full.
"Uh hoo," Jenny had left the door open and a woman with two more little girls had stuck her head in.
"That's Carly and Marsha. They're sisters," Diana told me.
Oh great, I thought. Two Carlys. Jenny stopped struggling and lifted her head, "Carly's the one that Dad calls leech."
"Thanks," I told her and gave her butt a soft swat.
"Let's see if I've got this right. Becky," I pointed at Montana. "Carly," I pointed at Dakota. "Marsha," I pointed at Carly number one. "Carly," I pointed at Becky. "Wyoming," I pointed at Carly number two. "And Minnesota," I finished, pointing at Marsha.
"NO, NO," Diana said in exasperation and introduced all the girls again, standing behind each and putting her hands on their shoulders. The last two girls had moved into the group.
"Okay, I've got it. Carrie," I pointed at Carly number one. "Martina," I pointed at Marsha. "Idaho," I pointed at Montana. "Utah," I pointed at her sister, Dakota. "Bertha," I pointed at Becky. "And the lemur."
Diana stomped her foot in frustration.
Jenny lifted her head. "Diana, you..." she twisted around to look at me, "Can I call her a dummy this time?" I shook my head. She looked back at her sister. "...you little sister. He's doing it to bug you. He knows their names but won't get it right until you can't take it anymore."
Diana looked at me suspiciously, "Is she telling the truth?" I nodded with a grin. "C'mon girls. We're taking our party somewhere else," Diana started toward the door.
"Not my house," woman number one said.
"Or mine," woman number two chimed in.
"We're having a dinner party. You can't come to my house," woman number three added.
"Fuck!" Diana snapped. The room got very quiet.
I let go of Jenny and she quietly got off my lap.
"Diana," I said quietly. She looked at me with a little tear already forming in the corner of her eye. She knew she'd gone too far. I looked at her, then I looked at the floor in front of me, and she walked slowly over and stood in front of me.
"Are you going to spank me?" she asked almost in a whisper.
"No. I don't believe in spanking girls in front of their friends," From the corner of my eye I saw Jenny give me a funny look, but I knew she'd figure out that I meant for real. "Do you think it's fair that your friends get punished because of something you did?"
"No," she said so softly that I could barely hear her.
"You lost your temper and didn't think. Something I believe you accused your sister of earlier," Diana looked up at her sister and grinned weakly.
"Tempers run in the family," Jenny told her. "You should have seen how Mom lost it the time I stole ten dollars out of her purse," then she hastily added, "I was only seven," so that everyone would know it was an old crime.
I looked back at Diana. "You may go up to my bedroom and sit. Your friends can still have their party."
"Thank you," Diana said quietly and I think sincerely.
"You may not turn on the stereo or the TV, understand?"
Diana nodded. She smiled weakly and started to turn toward the stairs, then she looked back at me."Will I get to come back?"
"If you were me, what would you say?"
She thought about it for several seconds, then said, "No." She turned toward the stairs again, her friends all looked away so they wouldn't have to meet her eyes. Then Diana turned back to me and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. "Thanks for letting my friends stay," she whispered in my ear, then turned quickly and ran up the stairs.
When she was gone, "How long are you going to keep her up there?" Jenny asked.
"I'm shooting for half an hour," I said, "But it may be tougher on me than on her. I was tempted to pardon her right there and then."
"No, it'll be good for her," Jenny said sagely.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Maybe she won't be as big a brat as me when she's twelve," Jenny explained. I nodded.
I looked back at my adult visitors. "Well, ladies, if you want to take your babies and run, I'll understand."
"I think my girls are in good hands," Lady number two said, then added as she stood up, "Paul is in charge. If you need punishing, he has my full permission."
"Yes, mama," the twin murmured.
"That goes for me too," Woman number one said, standing.
"And me," Woman number three added.
The women started moving toward the door.
"Mrs. Woods," Woman number three looked back at Jenny's voice. "Could I get a ride home?"
"I thought you were here to help with the girls," woman number one said.
"I'm not staying here with him. He's mean," Jenny said with a smile.
Woman number three, I guess Mrs. Woods, nodded that Jenny could get a ride, and the three women and one pre-teen headed toward the door. A minute later they were gone.
I looked at my guests. They were huddled together in the middle of the living room, not knowing quite what to expect. They reminded me of the last scene of the last 'Mary Tyler Moore Show' as the entire group was in one giant hug and couldn't seem to let go.
I considered yelling 'Attention!' but was afraid I'd scare them to death, so I said quietly, "Girls, line up please." They looked at each other, then slowly shuffled out until they were standing in front of me in a ragged line. Dakota was on the right end of the line, her twin next to her. Becky was next, then Carly number two, 'the leech.' Carly number one was next to her, and Marsha was on the far end of the line.
Dakota was the tallest, and Montana and the leech tied for shortest. The leech and Becky were really skinny, the rest had nice eight-year-old bodies with just a few traces of baby fat. Montana was a blonde, and so was Becky. Dakota and both Carly's had brown hair. Marsha was a strawberry blonde. They were dressed almost alike, all but Marsha and Carly number one were wearing cut-offs, and they wore bike shorts. All but Dakota were wearing half-shirts that showed off flat or nearly flat stomachs. Dakota was wearing a bikini top.
"Girls, I'm not really mean, and Diana will be coming back pretty soon." Dakota took a chance and smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"Let's start with you," I told her, and she looked leery. "You're Dakota, right?" She nodded. "And that's your twin, right?" I nodded to the girl standing next to her, and she nodded. "Well, one of you is lying, 'cause you don't look anything alike."
She giggled, then told me, "We're not identical."
"Of course you're not identical," I agreed, "But how come you're lying about being twins?" This time, Dakota and Montana both giggled. "Twins don't have to look alike," Dakota explained.
"You," I said, pointing at Carly number one. "You look pretty smart. Come here." Carly walked up cautiously. I leaned forward conspiratorially, "She says that twins don't have to look alike. Do you buy that?" I whispered loudly enough that all the other girls would hear. Carly nodded, and I motioned her back in line.
I looked back at Dakota, "I knew that." All the girls giggled. "You're the big sister, right?"
"Nope. Montana is. She's fourteen minutes older." I was surprised because Dakota was about three inches taller. "Oh, and I'm an Aquarius."
"So you're the big sister?" I asked Montana, and she nodded. "Do you take good care of your little sister and try to teach her the things you've learned?" Montana giggled, and Dakota turned red. "Do you talk?" Montana giggled again and nodded. "Will you talk?"
She giggled again and asked, "Can you guess my sign?"
"Sure, easy."
"Bet me a buck?"
"How about a bag of Oreos?" She nodded. "You're an Aquarius."
She and Dakota both grinned, and I knew I'd been had. "Nope, a Capricorn." I kicked myself; I should have smelled a set-up, and from an eight-year-old yet. She explained, just in case I hadn't figured it out, "I was born at eleven fifty-six on January nineteenth, and Dakota popped out at twelve ten on January twentieth."
I stood up and bowed to the twins, then walked to the kitchen and returned with a package of double-stuff Oreos, and handed them to Montana.
"Are you all eight?" I asked the group.
"I'm nine," the leech said.
"I'm seven," her sister chimed in.
"And we're gonna be nine in three weeks," the twins said in stereo.
"And two days," Dakota added for accuracy.
"Well, I have to go see if Diana is ready for parole," I told them. "Make yourselves comfortable. You can all watch Montana eat a whole bag of cookies." It had only been about fifteen minutes, but I didn't have the heart to wait any longer.
As I walked toward the stairs, they were all crowding around Montana, and I had a feeling that she'd be sharing whether she wanted to or not.
At the top of the stairs, I looked toward my bedroom. Diana was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from me. She was looking out the window. I have very thick carpeting, so I doubted she had heard me. I walked into the bedroom, around the bed, and sat down next to her.
She looked at me, then back out the window. "I'm being good," she said softly.
"I see that," I agreed. "Do you have any idea why I'm upset with you?"
"Yes," she said and waited. When I didn't say anything, "I said a bad word. You get mad at Jenny when she does too."
"Well, lots of people say bad words. I know your mom and dad do sometimes. And I do, more than I should. But it bugs me when little girls do. I just think you should be better than that."
"I don't understand."
"I'm not sure I do either," I admitted. "But I get tired of kids, some Jenny's age, who can't say anything without adding 'fuck' or 'fucking' to it. 'I'd like a fucking piece of toast' or 'I'm going to fucking town,' or whatever. I really like you and Carrie and Jenny and want you to talk better than that."
"Okay. I'll try."
"You better get downstairs before Montana eats all the Oreos." She jumped up and looked down at me, "You mean it?"
"You gonna say any more bad words tonight?" She drew an X across her heart. "I mean it." She grabbed me in a quick hug that almost dislocated my neck, then raced down the stairs.
I plopped back on the bed. I don't know how parents do it.
It was actually a pretty quiet night. No, that's not right. It wasn't quiet. There was so much yelling and whatnot that I kept expecting the cops to show up, and I don't have any close neighbors. But it was calmer. For one thing, despite all the cute little pixies, my cock was not in a constant state of arousal. They were a bunch of little girls, and they played like little girls, though I did hear a few whispered remarks about David, who everybody thought was cute.
They ate cookies and chips and pizzas, and drank way too much pop. And pretty much acted like kids. I enjoyed it.
I quickly found out how Carly number two got her nickname. She jumped up on my side and wrapped her arms around my neck and spent most of the night attached to me. At first, I was careful to keep my hands on her legs, but sometimes when I adjusted her, they slipped to her butt, and she didn't seem to mind. Around ten, they all changed into nightshirts - long t-shirts with Scooby Doo, Tweety, butterflies, puppies, and one frog. They all wore panties, except Dakota, and I only glimpsed her naked butt a couple of times.
I didn't mention the hot tub, and Diana didn't ask.
Around two, I got them bedded down, and the talking stopped about three.
All in all, eight-year-olds are easier than ten-year-olds or twelve-year-olds.
I woke up the next day ready to attack the world. I realized that it was Friday and wasn't sure if I was relieved or sad that the trailer park shower was supposed to be fixed today. It had been an interesting week.
I looked at the clock on my nightstand, six-ten as usual. I thought about rolling over and going back to sleep for a couple more hours.
That was when I realized that I wasn't alone.
I'd been sleeping on my side, facing the edge of the bed, and there was somebody sleeping against my bare back. I decided that I was going to have to kill Diana. I rolled over gently so as not to wake her, the sheet covered her head. When I faced her, I flipped the sheet off her and was surprised that it wasn't Diana. It was the leech.
I thought about picking her up and carrying her down to the other girls and pretending that this never happened. Did she know that she'd come up and gotten in bed with me? Could she not know?
I couldn't help noticing that her shirt, she had the one with Scooby Doo, had ridden up to her stomach and that her panties had ridden down to where they showed most of her pelvic area. I reached down and brushed the back of my finger against her bare skin. She shivered slightly but didn't wake. I really couldn't help myself, I reached down further and brushed the back of my finger against her cotton panties, against her pussy.
Then I mentally punched myself in the nose and pulled my hand away.I slipped out of bed and went into my bathroom to take a shower. A very cold shower, first making sure that I closed and locked the door. I finished and, wearing a towel, went back into my room for some fresh clothes. I noticed that Carly had rolled over onto her stomach. Her panties were rolled down enough that I could see almost all of her ass crack. It was cute, and my damn cock started stirring. I took my clothes and beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom to get dressed.
Downstairs, all was quiet, so I let myself out the back, stretched, and started running. Instead of my usual three miles, today I pushed for ten. I think I was trying to punish myself. I'd convinced myself that games with Diana, Carrie, and Jenny were okay because they seemed to enjoy them too. But taking advantage of a sleeping nine-year-old was just wrong.
I staggered back to the house. Downstairs was still quiet. I tiptoed upstairs for another shower. In my room, Carly was still sleeping soundly, now curled in a fetal ball with her panties completely off her butt. I considered trying to pull them up, but wasn't sure my willpower was strong enough not to take advantage. I picked up some more clothes and retired into the bathroom.
This time I took a hot shower and allowed the heat to pull the soreness out of my muscles. I teased my cock to life and slowly massaged it to erection. Then I jerked off in the most relaxed fashion I'd ever tried. No urgency for release, just enjoying the sensation. I wished that Diana was here to help, but whatever. I enjoyed the feeling of the hot, almost scalding water on my body almost as much as the feeling of my hand wrapped around my cock.
It seemed to take forever. I know the water was getting colder, and I have a huge water heater tank. Maybe that was a signal for my body that it was time, but my cock jerked in my hand and pumped a surge of cum against the wall of the shower. As the second surge pumped out, I washed the first run down the wall with the water. A third, fourth, and fifth spurt shot out and settled on the wall. The water was getting noticeably cooler. The sixth spurt didn't make it to the wall, and then the rest just dribbled from the tip of my dwindling lance.
The water had passed cool and was well into cold as I turned it off, but all in all, I think that was my best solo performance ever.
Downstairs, I went to the kitchen and started organizing an assembly line. When I was ready, I went back upstairs to wake Carly. I shook her, and she mumbled something about school. I shook her again. Her eyes popped open, and she saw me leaning over her. At first, she pulled away, not remembering me, then her brain caught up, and she smiled.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, then reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself the rest of the way up and kissed me on the cheek. "Good morning."
"Good morning to you too," I said, disentangling myself. "Time to get up. I'm going to get the rest of the flock up in a couple of minutes." I'd decided not to mention her being in my bed unless she did.
"I slept good," she announced as she wiggled to the edge of the bed and swung her legs over. Then she noticed that her panties had rolled up and covered nothing, but didn't seem embarrassed. Her shirt had dropped down onto her stomach. I couldn't help looking at that cute little bald slit and remembering rubbing my finger against it through her panties. Then she stood, and her shirt dropped, covering it all. She reached under and adjusted her panties. "I must sleep pretty restlessly, because they never stay in place," she explained.
"Come on," I said and motioned her to follow, then I led her downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I pointed at the bedroom, "Go wake the others. They all know about the bathroom down here, tell them there's two more upstairs, and they can take turns and all get some quick showers. Breakfast is in half an hour." I swatted her on her butt to send her on her way and went back to the kitchen and started heating up my griddle.
By the time the girls started appearing twenty minutes later, fresh from their showers and dressed in clean clothes, I was ready to start dishing up plates full of French toast and bacon. And these girls could eat. They ran me completely out of bacon, and I had only one piece of bread left to make French toast for me. But everybody got enough, except me. And I had a houseful of happy, healthy kids. Then I announced cleaning details. There was a lot of squawking, but Diana told them that was the deal she'd made, and they all pitched in and helped.
I didn't lift a finger, but I could tell that I'd be cleaning up after my clean-up crew, but at least they were trying.
The first mom arrived a few minutes after ten. I'd realized that I hadn't made any arrangements to have the girls picked up. But either Linda had suggested ten to the ladies, or ten was the universal slumber party pickup time.
Montana and Dakota's mom was first. I complimented her on her well-behaved, by slumber party standards, kid but complained that Montana had set me up. She laughed and tried to console me with the fact that I wasn't the first, then hustled them away.
The sound of their car hadn't completely died away when Carly number one's mom showed up. At least Carly said it was her mom; I hadn't met her last night. She almost had Carly in the car when Becky's mom drove up. This necessitated the two girls collaborating, and in the end, Carly number one's mom drove off with both girls, and Becky's mom left empty-handed.
I was thinking it was like watching a ballet and about to shut the door when the last mom showed up. I looked into the house, and the three girls were sprawled in front of the television watching Kim Possible on the Disney Channel - ever notice what perky tits she has? So I closed the door and stepped outside to meet Mrs. Woods.
"Hi," she greeted me sunnily as she walked up to the door. "Need some peace and quiet?"
"Eh," I said, holding my hand to my ear and feigning deafness.
"Don't worry," she pretended to yell. "Two, three weeks, you'll be as good as new." Then she added normally, "Everything go alright?"
"Pretty much. One little problem." I wasn't sure how to say this, but I figured that I should tell her and not let her find out when Carly let something slip.
She looked at me strangely, "I'm calling the sheriff right now, you damn pervert."
"But, I..." I sputtered. The last thing I needed was the sheriff or CSD nosing around, considering the sort of things that had been going on. Even if I was innocent of Carly. Maybe I could kill the woman and bury her out back in the forest.
She held her hands up and grinned. "Relax. Take a deep breath. You're freaked out 'cause you woke up and Carly was in bed with you."
"How the bloody hell did you know that?" I exploded.
"You're not her first."
"I'm not?" I said, not sure whether I was offended or relieved.
"Nope. The first time she did it to Dave, he almost had a heart attack. He was sure that Linda and I were going to take turns flaying him alive."
"You could have warned me," I protested.
"Well, she doesn't always do it. Just to the dads she really likes."
"Oh."
"Her dad took off on us when Carly was four. And she's been searching for a father figure ever since, I guess."
"Well, I'm glad to help, I think. But it was a hell of a shock to wake up with a nine-year-old in my bed."
"A half-naked one?"
"Well, yeah."
"I swear that child can't keep any clothes on when she sleeps."
"Another thing you might have warned me about." I made a mental note to make sure that Diana always invited her.
"And miss all the fun. By the way, did Montana ask you to guess her sign?" I nodded. "So how much did you lose?"
"A package of Oreos. You?"
"I got off cheap, a dollar."
"Ready to face your kids?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. I have a date tonight, so I can't keep 'em. Though I could keep Carly; I don't know if my date will sleep with me on our first date, and Carly's a sure thing."
"I think I'd better get Carly out of this den of sin," she said in mock horror.
"Damn," I said and opened the door for her.
It took us about ten minutes to get the girls ready and out of there. But finally, Carly and Marsha drove off waving as I belted Diana into my car and drove her home. First, she'd wanted to go home with them, then to have the other girls come home with her. At one point, she suggested that we all stay at my place.
I drove up to Linda's place, and Diana was out of the car almost before I got completely stopped. By the time I got into the trailer, she was already sitting on her mama's lap, talking a mile a minute about how much fun she'd had.
I sat down at the table and listened to the fast-forward replay of the evening. Linda smiled at me, then turned back to her daughter's discourse. When Diana finally ran down, she kissed her mom on the cheek, then came over and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek too. Then she disappeared outside.
"I WISH I had that kind of energy," Linda mumbled, and I nodded in agreement.
"Your shower still coming back online today?" I asked.
"Yes, so they tell me. Relieved?"
"Not sure, to be honest," I admitted. "Anyway, if something happens and they can't take a shower, you'll have to take them to the house yourself. Jenny knows where I hide the key."
"Where will you be?"
"I've got a date," I announced.
"With who, anyone I know?"
"Jenny."
"You've got a date with my daughter?"
"Different Jenny."
Linda thought for several seconds, "Not Debbie's sister?"
"The same," I admitted.
"She's got some real brains. Sure you're not out of your class?"
"Probably, but that's half the fun."
Linda chuckled. "Good for you."We talked about absolutely nothing for a few minutes until I finally got the idea that Linda was holding something back. "You want to tell me about it?"
"What?"
"Whatever it is you're not telling me. Jenny is really an axe murderer or something."
"Our Jenny maybe, not yours."
"Then what is it that you're not saying?"
"Not asking, really."
"So?"
"I want to ask you a big favor?"
"I've been bathing your girls all week and just spent the last three straight nights hosting slumber parties, and now you want a big favor."
"Maybe I'd be better off leaving well enough alone," she stammered.
"No, we're friends and you can ask me anything. But I have the right to say no."
"Fair enough."
She took a deep breath, and she started to speak when we heard stirring on one of the bunk beds, and Jenny peeked over the edge of the top bunk. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked sleepily.
"Jenny, I thought you were outside," Linda said, obviously startled.
I picked up that whatever Linda wanted to say, she didn't want witnesses, and I decided to make it easier. "Jenny, if you're still here in a hundred and twenty seconds, I'm going to call Debbie, find out what boy you're crushing on at the moment, invite him over, and spank your butt in front of him."
"You wouldn't," she challenged.
"How well do you know me?" I asked, looking straight back at her.
She wasted several seconds deciding, then slid off the bunk and stripped off her nightshirt in one motion. She pulled on a pair of shorts, not bothering with panties, and was pulling a t-shirt over her head as she went out the door with at least thirty seconds to spare.
Linda looked at me in amazement. "It would have taken me at least twenty minutes to get her out of here if she didn't want to go."
I buffed my fingernails against my shirt, then blew on them, "I have skills."
"I guess."
"Now, you were saying?"
She only hesitated a second, "Dave got a new job."
"That's great," I said, happy for my friends and not seeing a problem.
"Great money and fantastic benefits," she added.
"You lucky dogs."
"But it's in Alaska," she said, dropping the other shoe.
"I'll miss you both of course, and the girls. But I don't see what has you walking on eggshells."
"We haven't told any of the girls yet. But we know they won't be happy. Their friends are here, their schools."
"Moving is a fact of life. Happens to a lot of kids, they'll get over it."
"Dave and I thought we'd live out of the trailer for several months. That would give us a chance to get all the bills caught up and get us back on our feet."
I was starting to get a glimmering. "Just say it," I said, a little dryly.
"It's so crowded in here with the five of us. I know the girls aren't happy about it. Especially Jenny, and she's at an awkward stage right now."
"You haven't said it," I said, more coldly than I intended.
"We thought that you have so much room and you seem to like the girls so much..."
"Did you arrange Jenny's bath situation so that I'd get involved with your girls and you'd have a better chance to sell this?" The word "prostitute" was boldly printed on my brain.
"No. That was never the plan, it just kind of happened. Jenny's always liked you so much."
Do you remember the old Mission: Impossible Show? The original back in the sixties and seventies, not the lame remake or the movies. There was always that moment when the villain realized that he'd been set up. That's how I was feeling. I stood up.
"Feel free to bring the girls by the house for baths today, I won't be home until late. I'll think about what you said and maybe I'll come back tomorrow and discuss it. Maybe not." I walked to the door and opened it. Outside, Jenny and Carrie were playing basketball with a few other kids. Diana was sitting on the grass with another girl watching.
"Paul, I'd..."
I shut the door and left with a wave to the kids.
I went by Bobby's house and collected him, and he called some friends, and we went to the ballfield where I burned off my annoyance by running them all over the field. Then I went home, took another shower, and picked up Jenny for the drive to Oakland.
Our first date, and I spent most of it talking about the girls and Linda's crazy plan. I was over my mad and was trying to think about what was best for the girls. I told Jenny all about it, except for those details that violated state laws, and she didn't think it was all that crazy. Somehow it made us pretty close talking about such a twisted personal situation. By the time we got home, I knew I was going to do it. Crazy or not. But there were a few conditions.
Dave had already left and had a motel up in the forty-ninth state, so we got him on the phone and had a family meeting. Linda explained the situation to the girls and told them they each got to decide for themselves, my condition, whether they wanted to go to Alaska and live in the trailer or stay here with me, at least for a couple of years. I also explained, in front of Linda and with Dave listening on the phone, that no matter what had happened or would happen during bath time or other games, that I would not hesitate to punish them in whatever I thought was appropriate.
Jenny, being the oldest, got to vote first. She walked over and stood in front of me. "If I ever try to blackmail you or hold anything over your head, you have my permission to beat me black and blue." Then she kissed me and sat on my leg. Carrie nodded, and came over and sat on the other one.
Diana had the most trouble deciding. She wanted to be with her sisters and her friends, but she also wanted her mom and dad. It made it easier for her when Linda said that they'd come down to visit several times a year, and I added that I'd take the whole group up to Alaska at least a couple of times. Diana came over and sat on Jenny's lap.
And that's how I got my family.
Linda and Dave, who'd never had a lot of time to themselves, discovered each other all over again. I considered sending them a case of Trojans, since I didn't want to build an addition on my house.
And we lived happily ever after.
Oh, there was one more detail.
A day after the big family meeting, the girls were all moved in - they didn't have all that much stuff. I moved all my books out of two of my bedrooms and moved Carrie and Diana into one and Jenny into the other. That still left me two guest bedrooms.
I'd just finished moving all my books, about two and a half tons worth, out to the garage when I decided to take a break. The girls were all in the hot tub, naked. I watched them for a couple of minutes, then picked up the phone and called Jenny.
"Hi, Jenny, it's Paul."
"Paul. I haven't heard from you for over a week. I thought maybe I scared you off."
"Well, having an IQ twenty or thirty points higher than mine is intimidating, but nothing scares me away from a pretty girl."
"You say the sweetest things," she laughed.
"I just thought I'd let you know that I took the girls."
"I thought you would."
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1,537 | Wizard | Cherry Ridge School Sex Ed | "There are a few things you should know about Cherry Ridge before you begin," Mr. Hoskins was saying. I glanced around the room as he spoke. "For one thing, almost every family up here has lived on the ridge for five generations or more."
I looked at the school principal. "Five generations?" I stammered.
"Or more," he qualified. "All of the land is owned by families, and they don't sell, so we don't get new families moving in. There is only one apartment house in town, and that is where I, and the rest of the bachelor male faculty, live. And now you." I looked at him more closely. I was surprised that he was a bachelor, since his hair was completely grey and he appeared so close to retirement age. The office didn't fit him, though; it had a young feel to it, more like the office of someone only a few years older than me.
"Cherry Ridge school is officially part of the Watermelon Mountain School District, though we tend to be completely separate. Ken Wallace teaches the 11th and 12th grades and helps out in math and science with the younger high school students. Jenny Lowman teaches the 9th and 10th grade children and helps in home economics and economics with the older girls."
"John Kellerman teaches the junior high, he...."
"Excuse me, sir," I broke in, "is that the same John Kellerman who took the bronze in the Olympic Decathlon six years ago?"
"Yes, that was John. We were hoping that an Olympic athlete might have a bit more endurance than our last 3 junior high teachers." I wondered why a junior high teacher needed so much endurance, but Mr. Hoskins was still talking. "You will teach our fifth and sixth grades. Kimberly Meyer teaches third and fourth, and Janet Kelley has the first and second."
"There are 141 students in the entire school," He continued. "Most of the classrooms have between 20 and 25 students, yours has 18. Another thing that makes Cherry Ridge unique is that of the 141 students in first through 12th grade, 140 are female."
"Excuse me," I coughed. "Did I hear that right?"
"You heard me correctly. We have one boy, Derek Hammond, in the eighth grade. For some reason, and no one seems to know why, parents up here give birth to girls. Almost always girls. Derek was the first boy born on the ridge in ten years."
I couldn't believe it. An all-girls school by genetic design. It was positively weird. And I couldn't believe this principal had hired me for the job. That was almost as strange. I completely zoned out for a minute, then I realized that he was still talking.
"I'm sorry, sir," I interrupted. "I was having trouble taking it all in. What was that you said?"
"I was saying that a few doctors have come up here to study the phenomenon over the years, but no one has been able to figure out what it is. They've tested water and soil and air and can't find anything. And strangely, when the Cherry Ridge women who have moved away have children, they seem to have a balanced ratio of boys and girls. No one has come up with a rational explanation yet.
"Now about Derek. You shouldn't have much contact with him, in fact I don't want you to have any, if it can be avoided. Derek is desperately gay and just might come on to you. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO RESPOND IN ANY WAY!!!" Mr. Hoskins glared at me.
"That goes without saying, sir. A teacher should never respond to that kind of attention from any student," I said in my best 'proper' voice.
"There will also be no fraternization with the female teachers. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir, I don't know how you could suggest such a thing," I said innocently.
"I can suggest such a thing, Mr. Conners, because I know exactly why you left your last job." I felt my face flushing. "I also know that you only avoided prosecution because the district and the family was anxious to avoid bad publicity."
"I see," I said, staring down at my shoes, totally deflated. "I'm not sure why I'm here then."
"You're here because I hired you," he said simply.
"But why? If you know my background."
"The Cherry Ridge school believes in second chances. That's part of it. You're a damn fine teacher according to Mr. Tanner, your old principal, and that's part of it. And there were other considerations as well," he chuckled. "What I'm amazed at really, is that you could be fucking your sixteen-year-old chemistry student, her fourteen-year-old sister and her eleven-year-old brother, and none of them knew about the others."
"It just kind of happened," I stammered.
"Well, someday, I'd like to hear that story. Maybe over a large scotch." It was the first kind thing he'd said to me, and I was still too embarrassed to acknowledge it. He stood and walked around the desk. "You're getting a late start, of course. I mean it's already October, just three more weeks until Halloween. The class has been taught by substitutes so far, while we found the right man." I wondered why I was the right man, and what happened to last year's teacher.
"Well, I guess it's time to introduce you to your class."
He led me out of his office and all the way down the hall. The school was shaped like an 'I'. The offices and cafeteria were at the top of the 'I', the classrooms along both sides, and the gym at the bottom. The classrooms were arranged by grade. The first one on the left was the first and second grade, Janet Kelley's classroom I remembered. Next to it in the middle was the third and fourth, that was Kimberly something. And finally on the end next to the gym was my new classroom. Outside of the first two classrooms was the playground. The other side across from me was the seventh and eighth grades, that was the Olympic athlete, John Kellerman. In the middle was the freshmen and sophomores, and finally the juniors and seniors. Outside of my classroom and all along the other side was a beautiful lawn. Behind the gym was a baseball diamond, football field and track.
Mr. Hoskins walked into my new classroom and clapped his hands. The girls stopped what they were doing and were looking attentively when I walked in behind him. "Ladies, this is Mr. Conners, your new teacher." There was a low murmur until Hoskins clapped his hands again. "YOU WILL TREAT HIM WITH ALL THE RESPECT DUE ANY TEACHER," he said coldly, and I saw nodding heads. "Now line up, please. Let's have the sixth graders on this side," he gestured to his left, "and the fifth graders over here," he gestured to his right. The girls scrambled to obey.
As the girls organized themselves, the principal commented, "As you can see, we have a very small sixth grade class." There were six girls on the left and twelve on the right. He walked over to the group on the right and I followed him. "Have any of you girls turned eleven yet?" He asked. All but one girl shook their heads, the one raised her hand. "We'll start at this end," he told me.
"This is Carrie Taylor," He announced, standing in front of the first girl in line. "Carrie has been known to cheat on spelling tests."
"That was in the third grade," the girl complained.
"Never the less, we're keeping an eye on her." The girl was the tallest on this side of the room, but incredibly gangly. She had blonde hair that she wore just past her shoulders. Her hair was a little stringy. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Beneath the t-shirt, I could see the first swellings of breasts.
"Next is Mackenzie Richards. Mackenzie is so annoying that her twin sister skipped two grades just to get away from her." Mackenzie stuck her tongue out at the principal, but with faster hands than I would have imagined, he trapped it between thumb and forefinger. "Mackenzie is cute and will try to use that to get away with everything."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hookoo," the girl said, and Hoskins released her tongue.
"Nothing the occasional spanking won't cure," Hoskins said to me with a wink. "Everyone calls her Mac." Mac was the smallest girl in the class and looked like she belonged in the fourth grade, if not the third. Her shiny brown hair was in a ponytail that fell halfway down her back, and she had no shape to her whatsoever. She was wearing a brightly colored pink and yellow t-shirt and cut-off shorts that showed tan, muscular little legs.
"This is Miranda Barnes. Miranda is probably the best twelve-and-under basketball player in this half of the state." Miranda smiled and nodded to me. Miranda was just a little above average height, with golden blonde hair that she wore loose, hanging down her back past her butt. Miranda wore a maroon and white striped t-shirt and jeans.
"Tami Baker is another basketball star." Tami was maybe an inch shorter than Miranda and had dirty brown hair tied into a bushy ponytail that hung halfway down her back. She was just starting to get some shape to her body. She was wearing a royal blue button-down shirt and black jeans.
"This is Megan Cooper. She and Mackenzie are probably the best students in your class, though you're lucky because you don't have any bad students." Megan smiled brightly. She had brown hair tied back into a ponytail a little more than shoulder-length. She was just barely taller than Tami and just starting to develop. She was wearing a tight leotard or bodysuit in blue, white, and black under some black jeans.
"This," he said, putting his hand on the head of the next girl in line, "Is Clarissa Jones." Clarissa wants to play football with the boys down in Watermelon Mountain, but they won't let her because she plays too rough."
"You got that right," Clarissa agreed. I wasn't sure if she was agreeing that they wouldn't let her play or that she played too rough, or both. Clarissa had jet black hair hanging loose around her shoulders. It wasn't straight, it wasn't frizzy, it was somewhere in between. She was a little shorter than average, but probably came the closest to having breasts in the fifth grade, with one major exception. She was wearing a blue crushed velvet shirt and black pants.
Clarissa is also your oldest fifth grader since she's the only one who's turned eleven so far.
"Stephanie is next. Stephanie Wilson. Stephanie is in the exact middle of the largest family on the Ridge. She has 4 older sisters and 4 younger ones." I was impressed; that was a large family. "She's also the only non-twin in the group." My jaw dropped. Four sets of twins in the same family. "Her younger sisters are in the third and fourth grade, so two years from now, you'll have 4 of them all at once."
"Are they identical?" I asked in awe.
"Completely. But the third-grade twins and the seventh-grade twins don't look like the others. So that should be a lot of fun." I couldn't begin to imagine having 4 almost identical girls in the same classroom. That meant Kimberly Meyer had them all now; I'd have to get some pointers from her.
Stephanie's hair was almost black, and she wore it almost like Clarissa's: shoulder-length and loose. Her body was all straight lines, but she had that something which made her startlingly beautiful. She was wearing a blue and white striped t-shirt and purple sweatpants.
"Melissa Hayes is your next student. Melissa is a gymnast and softball player." Melissa was another raven-haired beauty. She was short and muscular, with a hint of breasts. Melissa was wearing a white t-shirt with a picture on it and black jeans. I couldn't see the picture until Mr. Hoskins stepped to the next girl and was amazed. It was a cartoon of Bart Simpson getting a blowjob from his baby sister and saying 'Don't have a cow, she lost her pacifier.' I couldn't believe that Mr. Hoskins hadn't reprimanded her for that.
The next girl reached out and hugged him as he came to her. "This is Brandee Wallace. Brandee was the second tallest of the fifth-grade girls. She also had breasts. Not just fifth-grade breasts, but breasts any high school cheerleader could be proud of. Brandee was wearing a tight red t-shirt that left no doubt in my mind that she didn't like bras. In fact, none of the girls I'd seen so far looked like they were wearing a bra, training or otherwise. Brandee wasn't fat, but could stand to lose a few pounds of baby fat. Her hair was as black as Clarissa's but completely straight. She wore it in twin ponytails at the sides of her head. I used to call those pigtails, but I think they have another name now.
We moved down the row to the last three girls. "This is Jenny Trump." He said, patting a pretty blonde on the head. "It's a toss-up between her and Clarissa over who's the toughest kid outside of high school. Jenny can be very determined. She tried to sign up for baseball down in Watermelon Mountain this last summer, and none of the coaches wanted her because she was a girl. So she organized a girls' baseball team up here, and they went down and beat every boys' team in town. In fact, they went to the state championships and finished third."
"Third," Jenny corrected him.
"Sorry, third. Tami played on the team. And Ashley, Lisa, and Torrie from the sixth grade, and the rest were seventh-graders."
"This year," the girl interrupted, "we're going to take first. But we need a better coach. Know anything about baseball?" she asked. I admitted I did, and she gave me an appraising look, "We'll see." Apparently in Cherry Ridge, the coach has to audition. Jenny was a little taller than average with blonde hair that was slightly kinky and hung around her shoulders. She was wearing a t-shirt with broad stripes of dark and light purple and black pants.
"And these are the Dylan sisters. Kayla," he patted one on the head, "and Dawn." He patted the other. "More twins I'm afraid, but not identical. Kayla was short, only an inch bigger than Mackenzie. She was stocky, but not fat. Her brown hair was cut almost in a boy's style, it was so short. Dawn was maybe an inch taller but skinny. Dawn was almost mousy, but still cute. Her most startling feature was short, copper-red hair. Kayla wore purple jeans with a white t-shirt, and Dawn wore white jeans with a purple t-shirt.
I followed Mr. Hoskins as we crossed the room to the other six girls. "This is your sixth grade. It's a small group but very rewarding. Last year when they took the standardized tests for fifth grade, they were the smartest class in the state. Monique here was the dummy; she scored in the twelfth percentile in the state, everyone else was in the top ten."
"That was nice," a blonde girl said whiningly. "Besides, I had a cold that day."
"This is Janae Cox, who skips school every now and then to do some modeling in Seattle or San Francisco."
"Christmas break, I'm supposed to go to Jamaica," she informed him.
"Need a tutor, or chaperone, or baggage hauler?" He asked with a smile.
"It depends on how many detentions I get between now and then," she teased. I could understand her being a model. She had the disdainful sneer down pat. She had medium-length brown hair and was beautiful, almost hauntingly so. Her height was about average for a sixth-grader, just a little shorter than Carrie. She had started to develop a very nice body, though her breasts were still on the small side. Janae wore a tight green t-shirt and jeans.
"This is Gillian Anderson," he introduced the next girl. Slightly taller than Janae with brown hair worn a little longer. Another nice body and breasts just a bit bigger than Janae's. She wore a gold-colored top and green shorts.
"This is Ashley Taylor. Carrie is a cousin. Ashley's the biggest troublemaker in K through 8, so keep a close eye on her." Ashley grinned but didn't try denying the charge. Ashley was the shortest girl in this group but beautifully proportioned. It was a toss-up between Ashley, Gillian, and Monique as to who had the biggest breasts in the sixth grade, but Brandee still had them all outclassed. Ashley's short, dirty-blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders. Ashley was wearing a half-shirt and cut-offs.
"Next we have Monique Calahan." Monique had short blonde hair, though not as short as Kayla's, just the right amount of freckles, and the beginnings of a great body. Monique was wearing a bright blue mini-skirt and white turtleneck combination that made my heart skip several beats.
"This tall drink of water is Lisa Anderson. She has won the state geography bee and the state spelling bee in two different age divisions. And she's told me that she plans to be the state debating champion all four years of high school, so be careful if you argue with her." Lisa was the tallest girl in the room, beating out Carrie by about an inch. Thin but not gawky. She was wearing orange bike shorts that gave a great view of legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were small but definitely there, hidden by a black turtleneck pullover. Lisa was another dirty-blonde with short hair just above her shoulders.
"And finally, we have Torrie Spanner." Torrie was a strawberry-blonde wearing a Girl Scout uniform, though I didn't remember the skirts being that short. "Gillian, Monique, and Lisa are twelve, not the rest are eleven. Right, girls?" they nodded.
It was amazing. It was like a casting call for a TV show about sixth grade. My girls ranged from cute to beautiful. Not an ugly girl in the bunch. And aside from two or three pounds of baby fat on Brandee, not a fatty in the crowd. It was a TV producer's idea of a typical class, and not a camera in sight. Maybe a movie producer, on TV they would have been wearing bras, and I don't think there was one in the room.
As Mr. Hoskins left, I reminded myself that this was my last chance.If I wanted to be a teacher, I had to behave. And I liked teaching, and not just because I got summers off. I had to stop looking at them as tits and legs and asses, and see them as students, nothing more.
My resolve lasted about thirty seconds. I asked them to sit in their normal seats and was immediately confronted with the fact that neither Monique nor Torrie were wearing underwear.
If I looked left, I could see up Monique's mini skirt right to her blonde pussy patch and the puffy lips below it. To the right, was Torrie's strawberry patch and in the middle was Brandee's magnificent breasts barely restrained by her thin cotton t-shirt. I immediately hid behind my desk, so that these kids wouldn't be reporting to their parents that the new teacher had a huge hard-on his first day. I decided that after lunch I was going to assign them seats. I'd do it alphabetically or reverse alphabetically or by hair color or whatever system it took to put Monique and Torrie in the back row, and Brandee somewhere other than the front. They were ten, eleven, and twelve for god's sake.
At lunch, I was amazed. The whole school was like my class. All beautiful young girls and from what I could see, a bra salesman would starve in this community. After lunch, I decided I was getting used to it, and I wouldn't make a big deal out of it. Tomorrow morning, I'd ask one of the female teachers to have a quiet word with the two girls about underwear.
The next morning I decided that I didn't want to embarrass the girls, so I'd just ignore it. I wore a jockstrap over my underwear to make my interest less obvious. Monique wore another mini skirt but Torrie wore jeans, which made it a little easier. But Jenny and Clarissa in the next row both wore short skirts and no underwear. It's hard to concentrate on school work when you have an erection from 8:30 to 3:30, but I figured I'd adapt. I was never so happy as when the final bell rang that afternoon. Friday, with the whole weekend to relax.
I rushed home and as soon as I was in the door, I had my pants around my ankles, my underwear and jockstrap down with them and my cock in my hand. I'd been hard for almost eight hours. I closed my eyes, leaned back against the front door and pictured Monique and Torrie's little pussies. I stroked myself three times, and blew. And blew. I had never shot so much cum ever before in my life, and that includes when I was bed hopping between a sixteen year old, and fourteen year old, and their eleven year old brother. And a couple of others the school board never found out about.
That weekend I spent mostly with cock in hand. Saturday afternoon, I decided that enough was enough and I wouldn't touch my meat again that day. Then I discovered that Torrie lived in the house next to my apartment building. I saw her dressed in her girl scout uniform running to a minivan that was waiting with several other girls in uniforms. When she saw me she waved, then bent over to tie her shoe revealing that she still hadn't put on any underwear. It was all I could do, to wait until I got inside again before I started jacking off. I was beginning to wonder if I might not be better off digging ditches or frying hamburgers. Being around all this 'look, don't touch' was going to kill me.
Chapter II Sex Ed 101
Monday I got to school and felt like a new man. I'd only jerked off 6 times on Sunday compared to 8 times Friday and 13 on Saturday. Maybe I was getting this under control. There was a new spring in my step as I walked in the front door of the school. John Kellerman waved as he saw me and walked over.
"Mr. Hoskins asked me to tell you to see him as soon as you walked in the door," he said.
"What about?" I asked.
"I haven't got a clue," he said as he walked back to the group of students he'd been talking with when I came in. The grin on his face put the lie to his words, but I didn't pursue it.
I put my jacket and briefcase in my classroom, then walked back to the principal's office. I knocked and a gruff voice told me to come in. When I walked in, Mr. Hoskins was sitting behind his desk and six boys were sitting in chairs scattered around the room.
"Mr. Conners, glad you could stop in before class," Mr. Hoskins said in that ingratiating way that bosses have of making their orders sound like you're doing them a friendly favor. "You're going to be starting a new teaching block this week, and these young men will be helping." I looked at the boys and couldn't imagine what they would be helping with. The youngest was six or seven and the oldest was about sixteen.
"I see," I said in a voice that clearly said I didn't.
"Gentlemen, thanks for stopping in. Would you mind waiting in the outer office and Mr. Conners will take you to his classroom as soon as we're done," Hoskins said in dismissal. The boys all stood and trooped out of the room.
"Well, John. You don't mind if I call you John, do you? I'm Brian, by the way. John, you have an exciting unit in front of you," He said, handing me a one-page lesson plan. I took it and read it. Then I read it again. Then a third time.
"I looked up at him. I can't teach this."
"Of course, you can."
"But, I..."
"John, you're a teacher, you teach. We have a board of education sub-committee that sets the curriculum, this is it. This is what you teach. The boys are here to help you. The two little ones and the oldest will be done after today. The other three will be part of your class for the next week."
"But you want me to..."
"Exactly. John, if I can be frank. You don't have a lot of career options. You need to prove yourself," Hoskins, Brian, tried to look sympathetic, like a beloved grandfather and failed miserably.
"But, I can't..."
"John, if you can't teach the curriculum, we'll just have to find somebody who can. It's that simple. Now it's easy. It's all in the lesson plan. You've got the boys to help. Did I mention the three that are staying will be staying with you?" I was stunned. "Good, that's settled. Thanks for stopping by John. Stop in tomorrow and I'll give you the new lesson plan." He smiled. "Would you mind shutting the door on your way out, I've got some calls to make. Thanks."
I walked out of the office, clutching the lesson plan and motioned the boys to follow me. As we walked down the hall, every head turned to follow us. There were a lot of giggles, especially from the older girls. In the classroom, I had the boys get chairs from the back and set them in a line behind my desk in the front of the class and sit down. As I looked at them, I saw my out. The boys. The boys would cause problems and I wouldn't have to teach this unit. I asked them all their names, relaxed and sat down.
A few minutes later the bell rang and my girls started straggling in. I immediately noticed that Torrie, Monique, Lisa and Carrie were wearing short skirts and as soon as they sat down I was rewarded with a view of their once again uncovered pussies. I glanced behind me and it was obvious that the five older boys had all noticed one or more of the naked pussies.
"Okay class, settle down," I said loudly, then stood up and walked in front of my desk and leaned on it. "Today we're starting a new unit, Sex Education." The girls all sat up a little straighter hearing that, except Monique, who slouched a little more and opened her legs a little more. "Today, we're going to discuss male anatomy." The girls all started cheering, stomping their feet and clapping. I glanced behind me and all six boys were blushing.
"First, David, would you step up here?" The youngest boy stepped forward. "Girls, this is David. David's seven years old." He stepped closer and whispered at me. "Excuse me, David is seven and a half years old." The class laughed. "David, would you mind getting undressed?" I asked, thinking sex ed was done for the day, but David immediately started shedding clothes and in a few seconds was standing there, in front of 18 girls naked.
"Well, uh, As you can see, with the exception of the genitalia, there isn't much difference between David's body and that of a seven-year-old girl."
"What's genitalia?" Mackenzie asked.
"His cock, dummy," Ashley shouted, and the class laughed.
"Then why didn't he say cock?" Mackenzie complained.
"Because he's trying to be all scientific and proper," Lisa explained.
"Quiet," I said loudly, and the murmuring stopped. "David, turn around please." He did and displayed his butt to the class. "As you can see, David is smooth and hairless, just like a girl." I twirled my finger and he turned again. David was skinny enough that his ribs were sharply defined, and I was a little surprised that his cock was still limp, but I guess the seven-year-old wasn't stimulated by girls yet.
"You'll notice that David's cock is small. I held my hand down next to it for comparison. His cock was about the width of my pinkie and only about two knuckles long. David is about average for his age. His cock has many names, Penis, dick, peter..."
"Mr. Winkie," Monique interrupted.
"Mr. Winkie," I acknowledged. "And dozens more. "Below his cock", I reached down and gently lifted it with my thumb and forefinger. "Are his balls or sometimes marbles. They're encased in a sac or ball sack, which if officially called a scrotum." I put my fingers under his balls and lifted them slightly. "As you can see, David's sac is also small, but about average for a seven-year-old." I released his privates and turned him around again, bending him over about 45 degrees. I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them, "you can see that his butt and his asshole are just like a girl's. Does anybody know the official name for an asshole?"
"Rectum," Miranda shouted out, then blushed.
"Exactly," I agreed."David, would you mind walking around the room so all the girls can get a good look?" David nodded and, without embarrassment, started toward Torrie's desk. "Ladies, this is a look, don't touch situation." There were several groans.
"Next, we have Nicholas. Nick is 9." Nicholas stepped forward and, without prompting, stripped. Dropping his clothes on top of David's, I was surprised that he was still flaccid too. Nick did a slow twirl so that the girls could see everything. "As you can see, except for the genitalia, again there isn't much that sets Nick apart from a girl his age. Nick's cock is a little longer but not much wider than David's. I again put my finger next to it for comparison. It was as long as my pinkie finger. I gently lifted his cock and hefted his balls. "His ball sack is bigger too, but not much. For the most part, when you consider that Nick is an inch taller and about twenty pounds heavier, the size is almost the same. I had Nick turn around and bend over, and I displayed his asshole to the class.
"Next, we have Casey, Josh, and Ben." The three boys looked at each other and came up together. At least they looked embarrassed. I looked out at the classroom and saw Nick and David still making the rounds. Jenny reached out and gave Nick's cock a little squeeze, but I pretended not to notice.
"Boys, would you strip, please?" I asked, and they all pulled off t-shirts, then looked at each other and started unbuttoning jeans. It took almost two minutes before the three boys were down to their underwear, their shoes and clothes piled in front of them. It was obvious that all three had hard-ons.
By what seemed a telepathic agreement, all three boys pushed their underwear down at once. It was quite a sight to see, as they pushed down their briefs, the waistband pushed their erect little cocks almost straight down and then, just like a synchronized swimming demonstration, all three popped up at once. There was a collective gasp from my class.
I looked out, and every girl had a big grin on her face as she watched the boys' hard cocks wave in the air. I also saw Jenny's hand frozen on Nick's now hard little cock as she stared at my three models. I ignored it again.
"I had these three come up together because they are so close in age. Casey is eleven and a fifth grader, Ben is eleven and a sixth grader, and Josh is twelve and a sixth grader. So basically, they are the same age as you in general. You'll notice that the big difference is hair. All three boys have started growing hair in their genital region, that is, above their cocks and on their balls. You'll also notice that their cocks have about doubled in circumference and gotten quite a bit longer."
"One of the reasons they're longer is that all three boys have erections. Does anybody know another name for a male erection?" Hands?
Several hands went up. I nodded to Jenny, who had finally let David continue down the aisle. "A hard-on," she said in a pleased voice.
I nodded to Lisa, "A woody."
I nodded to Mackenzie, who looked embarrassed yet eager to answer the question, "A tent pole?" she half asked and half told me.
"Yep, and a few more besides. An erection occurs," I said, reaching over and hefting Casey's, "when a boy or a man gets sexually stimulated. Unfortunately for boys this age," I said, nodding at my three volunteers, "It doesn't take much to get them excited. As they get older, they'll have a little more control. Most of you have probably been around boys when they'd suddenly try to cover their crotches." The girls all giggled and nodded.
I was still holding Casey's cock and now I hefted his balls with the other hand. "You can probably see that his ball sack has gotten bigger as well. I don't know if you can tell from where you're sitting, but there are some fine hairs on it as well. Casey was starting to look a little uncomfortable with my hand holding his cock and balls, so I let go. I didn't want the poor kid cumming all over the floor."
"Now, here is where genetics starts to come into play. You'll notice that all three boys are about the same height. Ben is maybe a half inch taller than Josh and Casey. But Casey's cock is at least a half inch bigger than Josh's, and Josh is about a half inch bigger than Ben's. Nick, come up here, please." Nick had been modeling his cock for Mackenzie and now he ran to the front of the class. "Talking about erections, you'll notice that Nick is now erect, and his cock has just about doubled in length. A lot of times, boys this age don't get erections, but I guess just walking around naked in front of all you pretty girls got to him." I looked Jenny in the eye the whole time I said that, and she blinked and blushed, knowing that I had caught her. Nick was grinning and showing off his erection.
I waved the boys into walking around the classroom and nodded to Steve, the sixteen-year-old, to come up. I stepped up and started unzipping his jeans. "Next, we have Steve. Steve is sixteen years old and a Junior in high school." Steve had stripped off his jeans and shirt and was standing there in his boxer shorts. "Steve will show us the next stage in development." I nodded to him, and he pushed his boxers down around his ankles. The whole class gasped, including me and the other boys. Steve had an enormous cock.
Without a word, I got up and walked to the corner by the chalkboard where I kept a yardstick. I brought it back and pressed it against the side of his cock, holding his cock with my other hand. I probably held it longer than I needed to, but it was a fascinating piece of meat. Finally, I dropped it and set the yardstick on my desk. I leaned back against the desk and looked out at the girls in my class who seemed to be holding their breath. Steve's cock is a quarter of an inch short of ten inches, and that's amazing. The average adult cock is about six.
I stood up and started unzipping my own pants, unfortunately this was in the lesson plan too. I pushed my pants and underwear down in one move. "As you can see, Steve makes me look small, and I'm a little longer than average at 6 and three quarters." The girls were giggling and pointing at me and Steve. How Mr. Hoskins thought I was going to be able to teach this group after exposing myself, I didn't know.
"As you can see, I've got a hard-on too. That comes from having a principal who makes me strip in a room full of beautiful young girls." They all sat up a little straighter after I said that.
Just then, "Mr. Conners," a voice came from the back. I looked and saw Lisa with her hand up and Josh's back; he looked over his shoulder at me with a red face.
"Yes."
"Josh made a mess." Josh stepped back, and it was obvious he'd cum all over the front of Lisa's desk.
"I can see that," I said in an accusing voice.
"All I did was drop my pencil and ask him to pick it up," she said.
A light dawned. Lisa was one of the four without panties today. "Did you happen to have your legs spread open at the time?" I asked.
"I don't remember," she said innocently. What could I do?
"Josh, come here a minute." Josh, whose blush covered his face and spread down his neck, walked to the front of the classroom, trying not to make eye contact with anybody. As he came up to me, I reached out and grabbed his cock and turned him around to face the class. "As you can see, Josh isn't erect anymore. His cock has gotten soft and pliable," I wiggled it to demonstrate. "And lost about half its length." I gave it a little squeeze and let it go.
After Steve had a chance to wander around the room, I had the boys all sit down, but not get dressed. I actually considered having David and Nick sit on my lap, but decided that would be pushing things too far. A pity, because they were both beautiful boys.
I looked at the wall clock and saw that we only had a few more minutes until lunch, so we spent the time coming up with more names for cocks, balls, butts, and erections. When the bell rang, I herded the girls out quickly, then while the boys were getting dressed, and me for that matter, I thanked them all and told them I hoped they weren't too embarrassed. After we dressed, I walked the boys to lunch.
Chapter III Recess
After lunch, I wandered into the gym to watch the kids at recess. There was a light rain falling outside, so everybody was inside today. When I walked into the gym, I saw Casey, Josh, and Ben standing in one corner talking quietly among themselves. Several girls of all ages came over to say hi, but for the most part, the girls stood in groups of their own and whispered back and forth, occasionally pointing at the boys. My girls circulated among all the groups, talking to the older girls.
I knew that Steve was supposed to drive the two youngest boys back to their schools and figured they'd already left. So I was surprised when the three of them came out of the boys' locker room with Derek. All four of them had big smiles on their faces. Several of the older girls pointed and laughed, and Steve turned red and hustled the little kids out of the gym and toward the parking lot. Derek wandered toward the other boys.
I watched them out of the corner of my eye, and after a few minutes, they all headed for the locker room. I decided that it was to get away from the giggling girls, not for the suspicious reason that popped into my head. A few minutes later, my curiosity got the better of me, and I walked over to the locker room myself. I pushed in the first door and stood outside the inner door. I couldn't hear anything. I slowly, quietly, pushed open the second door.
Derek was on his knees with Josh's cock in his mouth and Ben's cock in his right hand and Casey's in his left. The boys all stood with their pants and underwear around their ankles.As I watched, Josh came, sending a large amount of cum down Derek's throat. Derek swallowed every drop and then switched his mouth to Casey, and his left hand started rubbing the bulge in his jeans. Josh stepped back and sat on one of the benches; none of them had noticed me yet.
I watched in amazement and confusion. I didn't know what to do. As a teacher, I should stop this immediately. But on the other hand, Josh and the others had a very horny morning, and Derek looked like he was enjoying himself. I finally decided to do what I'd known I'd do in the back of my head all along. I pushed the door all the way open and stepped into the room.
The sound of the door alerted them, and they all turned toward me. Derek let Casey's cock slip from his mouth just as Casey shot his load. Semen pumped out, shooting down Derek's chin and the front of his white t-shirt. Everything froze, except for Casey's still jerking cock, which continued to dribble cum on Derek.
I smiled. "Hurry up and finish off Ben so you can start on me," I said, as I worked my hard cock out of my fly. Derek smiled and pulled Ben by the cock toward his mouth. I stepped forward, and Derek's hand encircled my cock and started moving up and down. After the morning I'd had, I needed this.
A little while later, we walked out of the locker room. I walked out with Josh and Casey, my arms hanging on their shoulders, and Derek and Ben walked out side by side. There was a small group of junior and senior girls near the door, and they smiled knowingly, but they couldn't know anything really. Derek had changed out of his sticky, cum-splattered shirt and into his P.E. shirt, so there wasn't any evidence.
I left the boys in the gym and decided to head back to my classroom. A few minutes later, the bell rang for the end of lunch.
Chapter IV Sex Ed 102
As the girls straggled in, I stepped up in front of my desk and leaned back, watching them. I'd made my choices several times, but I kept changing my mind. The boys came in together and sat in the chairs placed behind my desk.
Carrie was the last one in, and I motioned to her to close the door and take her seat. The girls were all settled, but the noise of their talking was still pretty loud, so I whistled loudly to get their attention. They all shut up and looked forward. When I had their attention, I started getting undressed again. I looked back at the boys and nodded for them to do the same.
When we were all naked, I had them come up and stand beside me. "One thing I forgot to go over in the first part of class is circumcision. Does anyone know what that means?" I looked over the class, and none of them raised their hands. I looked down at the boys beside me, and they looked just as clueless.
I smiled. "I'm not surprised. Circumcision is so routine that most of us are not aware of it." I lifted the boys up so they were standing on my desk, to give the girls a really good view. I reached up and fondled each of their cocks and my own as well. "All of these cocks, and the ones on the other boys earlier today, have one thing in common. They're all circumcised."
I walked around my desk to get some of the material that Mr. Hoskins had given me. I found what I needed and walked back to the front of my desk. "In Europe and most of the rest of the world, penises are only circumcised for religious purposes, but in the United States, it's generally done by the hospitals at birth for health reasons."
I handed each of the boys an 8 by 10 picture to hold up and indicated they should hold them just above their cocks. "In these pictures, you can see the difference. When the cock is limp, which I realize our models are not," the boys all turned red, "the head of the cock is covered by a thin layer of skin, called a foreskin. The pictures were of the cocks of uncircumcised boys of about eleven or twelve. Giant blowups of just the flaccid cocks. "If the cocks in the pictures could get erect like these," I reached up and gave Casey a squeeze, "you'd see less difference as the cock grows, the foreskin retracts, and the head is exposed. And that ends basic boys' anatomy." Several of the girls groaned.
"Boys, don't bother getting dressed. I want you to get the empty desks in the back of the room and set them up in front and sit there." I waited while they followed instructions. As Casey walked by Jenny, she reached out and squeezed his cock. I was amazed that we didn't have another accident.
"Jenny, would you come here for a minute?" When she was standing in front of me, I looked down at her. I was still naked, and it's hard to be intimidating when you're naked. My own cock had been hard since the girls started coming back to class, and I pointed at her accusingly.
"Jenny, what's the school policy on punishment?"
"Umm, well, the teacher is in charge of discipline. They can assign detention, extra homework, or spanking."
"Have you ever been spanked, Jenny?" I asked casually.
"Not this year," she said quickly.
"How does the teacher administer the spanking?" I asked. The boys had all found desks and were sitting just a few feet away.
"The teacher will have the student lay on his lap or lean across a desk and spank the student with his hand or a paddle as many times as he wants," she answered sullenly.
"Anything else?"
Jenny swallowed. "The teacher can give it to the student normally, or on her underwear, or on her bare bottom."
"Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't give you a spanking right now on your bare little ass?"
"What did I..." she saw the look in my eye and stopped. "No."
I looked at her for several seconds until she dropped her gaze to the floor. I stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her sideways. I bent her over about thirty degrees and then slapped her jeans-covered ass hard. She yelped, but didn't say a word. I stood her up and pointed her toward her seat. She was lucky. If I'd thought I could have spanked her naked ass without cumming in front of the whole class, I would have.
"Mackenzie, Tami, and Brandee, come here please." The three girls got out of their desks and walked to the front of the room. The looks on their faces were confusion; I knew they were wondering what they'd done. "Congratulations, girls. You're all models today." They looked even more confused. "Please face the class and get undressed." Mackenzie turned bright red, the others pink, but they started following directions and removing clothes.
In about two minutes, there were three naked preteens standing in front of me. And if you don't think it was hard not to bury my cock in one of those beautiful pussies, then you're obviously a eunuch.
"Now I chose these three to demonstrate some of the differences in development. This is not meant to embarrass anyone, and ANYBODY making a joke out of this will not like the consequences." The class looked properly cowed, so I continued. "Mackenzie, though the same age as most of you, has not started developing what are called her secondary sexual characteristics, which include breasts, hair on her pussy, and a widening of the hips."
I walked up behind her and ran my hands over her flat chest. "As you can see, Mac has a completely flat chest, no breasts at all, though her tits are starting to push out a little." I reached down further and cupped her pussy. "Her pussy is completely bald with no hair at all." I let my finger run along the crack of her pussy as I withdrew my hand and moved over behind Tami.
"Tami, on the other hand," I said as I ran my hands across her breasts. "Has noticeably started to develop breasts. You'll notice that the entire region about two inches from each nipple has started to puff up a little. This dark circle around the nipple is called an areola, and it has become darker and more pronounced. On Mackenzie, it's pinker and hardly distinguishable from the nipple. Getting back to Tami, you can also see the nipple has risen above the areola itself. A girl's nipples can get hard just like a boy's cock, but so far Tami's are still soft."
"Breasts have a lot of names, tits being the most common," I reached down and stroked Tami's pussy. I looked over at our male guests and noticed that all three had cum dripping off their legs and pooling beneath them on the floor. None of them were touching their cocks, so I guessed they'd gone off by themselves. I grinned at them and continued.
"This is Tami's pelvic region, so called because the pelvic bone is located here. You'll notice that Tami has started to grow hair here. But it's still very fine and not too thick. This is another area with a lot of names. Pussy, cunt, cunny, muff, and box are some of the most common. I prefer pussy myself. Some people also call it a vagina, but that's wrong, because your vagina is actually on the inside." My cock was resting against Tami's leg, and it started to twitch.
"Now most of you have probably explored your own bodies enough to know that you have two sets of lips on your pussy, officially called your labia. These," I said, rubbing along Tami's crack, "are the outer labia or external labia or large labia or lips." I pried her pussy open and held it on display, "These are the inner lips or small labia. And this is Tami's Clitoris or clit." As I drew my finger across it, Tami shuddered and leaned back against me. "This provides a lot of the sensations a girl feels when having sex."
Somebody in the back, I couldn't tell who, said, "Lucky Tami."
"Now inside the small pussy lips is your vagina. This is where a boy's cock goes when you're having sex, which is also called intercourse, humping, or fucking, and a dozen more names." I pushed my finger into Tami's vagina up to the second knuckle."When fucking, a boy's penis will work something like this," I said as my finger pushed in and out of the girl's tight hole. My cock kept twitching along her leg. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could stand. "Now a little further into Tami's vagina is her hymen or maidenhead or cherry if she's a virgin?" I looked down at Tami, and she nodded. "This is a thin membrane or tissue that will get broken the first time you get fucked."
"Does it hurt?" Megan asked.
"It depends on the girl. Some girls barely notice, others it hurts a lot. Some girls have almost no blood, others will bleed quite a bit." Reluctantly, I pulled my finger out of Tami's pussy. I didn't want her to cum. I could just picture her going home to mom, 'Guess what I did in school today. I orgasmed when the teacher finger-fucked me.' I knew I was going way too far. I had to end this quickly.
I moved to Brandee, but didn't touch. Where Mackenzie is a little underdeveloped and Tami is about average in development, Brandee has developed early. Her breasts would be about average on a junior or senior, and she has a thick patch of hair above her pussy. This patch is often called her bush.
I wondered for just a second if I should go through with the last part of Hoskin's crazy lesson plan. Then I decided that if I was going to jail, I might as well enjoy this. "Okay, everybody, stand up." When they were standing, "Now strip." The sixth graders and Jenny were tearing their clothes off even before the sound of my voice died. The others hesitated and then started undressing. In a couple of minutes, the entire class was naked. "Okay, everybody, move around and compare." While they did, I admired all the sexy young bodies. Melissa and Kayla had such fine hair on their pussies that they appeared to be bald at first glance, the rest of them had noticeable patches of hair. After a few more minutes, I called a halt.
"It's time for P.E. Since you're already dressed down," a few chuckles, "we're going to make a mad dash for the gym. So grab your clothes and head for the locker room." The girls, with a lot of giggling, did just that. The boys and I followed. I led the boys into our locker room, and as soon as the doors closed, I pulled Casey towards me and pushed him down to his knees. I grabbed my hard cock and pushed it into his face. Josh and Ben watched with big eyes. "Ben, you suck off Josh, then Josh and I will suck you two. I'm dying here." Casey opened his mouth, and I pushed my cock in to the back of his throat. He started to gag, and I pulled back.
As Casey started to swirl his tongue around my shaft, I came in a massive explosion. It took Casey only a few seconds to milk me dry. I looked at Josh and saw him pulling a limp cock out of Ben's mouth. I pushed Casey onto his back on a bench and leaned down and took him into my mouth. His cock was hot against my tongue, and almost as soon as I wrapped my lips against it, I felt it expand, twitch, and start to fill my mouth with hot cream.
I couldn't believe it. Four blowjobs in less than two minutes. I found the boys some shorts and t-shirts, and we went back to the gym. We spent about forty-five minutes playing volleyball, then got dressed and went back to class. The rest of the day was so normal it was spooky. Except for having three boys in the class, it might have been a mad day dream. We spent the next two hours on math (multiplying and dividing fractions), science (photosynthesis in plants and trees), and social studies (the American Revolution, "give me liberty or give me death," etc.). The last bell rang, and the girls shouted goodbyes while grabbing books and heading for the buses.
After the girls were gone, I straightened the classroom and headed home with my house guests. It had been a hard day, in more ways than one. And I was beginning to wonder just when the sheriff was going to handcuff me and take me away. After all, I'd finger-fucked a ten-year-old girl in class with twenty witnesses. Not to mention an eleven and thirteen-year-old boy giving me blowjobs."Sure, I guess," she said.
She pulled a piece of yellow legal paper out of a breast pocket and studied it for a second. "This is the scrotum, right?" she asked, reaching down and worming her hand into the fly of my pants and grabbing my balls. "Damn, this would be easier if you didn't cover them up."
What could I do? When a pretty 11-year-old wants to see my balls, can I say no? Not this pervert. I reached down and pulled her hand out of my fly, then unfastened the top button and slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them. Then I worked my cock back into my underwear and slid them down too. I smiled at her and sat back down.
"That's better. This is the scrotum, right?" she said, grabbing my balls again. I agreed. "And these things, your balls," she giggled and rolled them a little. "Are your testicles." I agreed again. "And that's where sperm is made?" I agreed a third time.
"Good," she said and looked at her notes again without releasing my balls. "This is your penis," she said, moving her hand from my balls to the base of my cock. "But what the hell, is a glans?"
"That's a fancy way of saying the cock head," I explained, moving her hand to mine.
"Okay, what's masturbation?"
"That's a fancy way of saying, 'playing with yourself'. For a boy..." I moved her hand off of my cock and started stroking myself. "...that involves massaging his cock like this. We call this jerking off, or jacking off. But there are a lot of different names for it."
"I like 'charming the snake'," she giggled.
"I always liked 'playing the skin flute' myself. But 'beat your meat' is probably the most common," I chuckled. "For a girl, masturbation involves pushing your finger or another object in and out of your pussy," I explained as I continued to jerk off.
"I've been doing that for years," the eleven-year-old said flatly, and I almost came at the image that provided. "Now if I do this for you," she asked, reaching down again and replacing my hand with hers and moving her soft fist up and down my shaft. "Is it still masturbation?"
"Technically, I don't think so," I said, trying to hold back my orgasm. "I think masturbation has to be self-inflicted, so to speak. But in popular usage, yes, you're masturbating me. And I'm going to..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I sucked air deep into my lungs and the world exploded, and so did my cum, all over her hand. But Torrie, the little darling, didn't miss a beat. She kept pumping until my orgasm passed.
"Is this sperm?" she asked, taking her hand off my cock and licking the back of it tentatively.
"Yes and no," I answered, thinking about what Mr. Hoskins would do if he ever found out that one of my sixth graders had just given me the best hand job of my life. "The white stuff is semen. But inside of the semen, a normal man will have millions of little sperm swimming around."
"Don't you?"
"No. For some reason my testicles aren't producing sperm. If I ever want to have a kid of my own, I'll need to get a doctor to help."
"Oh."
"What next?" I asked. "The female body?"
"No, I know all that stuff," she laughed. "There is one more thing..."
"Yes."
"It won't be on the test, but I was wondering..."
"Yes."
"I've heard that sometimes guys fuck girls in the ass," she said in a rush.
"That's true," I admitted. "Sometimes other guys," I added, thinking of the three boys in my living room.
"But that's impossible," she stated flatly. Then she turned around, bent over and flipped her skirt up. Then reaching back, she spread her ass cheeks for me, exposing her tight little asshole. "There's no way you could fit that thing up here."
I love a challenge. As does my cock, which started to stir.
"It's true. Your asshole is just like your pussy. It will stretch to accommodate," I explained.
"Well, my cunt was so small that I couldn't get my finger in it when I first started playing with myself..." The image she invoked made my cock twitch again.
"And now..."
"Now it's easy to get my finger in. But not my asshole," she said, still spreading her cheeks for me, and now she wiggled her little butt.
"Have you ever looked at your crap?" I asked.
"That's gross," she said in an ohhh sort of voice.
"True, but have you?"
"Well..."
"I'll bet some of the stuff floating in the toilet was as big around as any of the cocks you've seen today," I said firmly. "Except maybe Steve's," I amended.
"I guess," she admitted.
I lifted my forefinger to my mouth and sucked on it for several seconds. Then I put it right on her puckered little asshole. When she didn't scream or pull away, I started working it in, rotating my hand back and forth. I looked down at my cock, which was back at attention.
Torrie was silent until I'd pushed my finger in to the second knuckle and flexed it a little bit. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"Just demonstrating how elastic your ass is," I said as I pushed my finger in to its base.
"But a cock is bigger around than your finger," she complained.
"That's true," I admitted. "We'll just have to try something else." I stood up and pulled my finger out of her ass. I waited a couple of seconds, but she didn't change position. So I spit on my hand and started rubbing the saliva all over my cock. I was really going to have to start stocking some vaseline or K-Y jelly. I stepped forward until my cock head was resting against her anus. She continued to hold her cheeks apart, which I took as an invitation. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back toward me while pushing forward with my cock.
Her asshole resisted for several seconds, then she relaxed and the head of my cock slipped into her rectum. "My god!" she yelled. I reached around and slid one hand under the front of her skirt and started massaging her pussy. The other hand reached under her shirt and started playing with her tit. When I felt her relax a little, I pushed my cock another inch inside of her. This time she didn't tense as much. I found her clit and rubbed it, and her breathing became heavy and labored. I pushed my cock further in.
"There, you see. It fits just fine," I said in my best teacher voice.
"So you really can fuck my ass," she said, amazed.
"Well, technically I'm not fucking it, 'cause I'm just sitting here," I pulled my cock out almost to the head and then pushed it back in. "Now I'm fucking your ass," I said. "Some girls really like it, what do you think?"
"I'm not sure. It feels really weird. It kinda hurts and it kinda feels good. I don't know if I like it or not."
"Okay. I'll keep it up until you decide," I said optimistically. I really wasn't sure how long I could keep it up. This was the tightest and youngest ass I'd ever been in, and my cock was loving every second of it. I told myself that I'd stop and pull out if Torrie asked, but I wasn't sure I believed myself.
I started fucking my finger in and out of her pussy, then I felt the head of my cock start to expand and I knew the end was coming. "I'm gonna cum," I said into her ear.
"So am I!" she screamed, and we both exploded into orgasm. I milked my cock into her ass and then pulled out and fell back on the bed. A second later she fell on top of me. It took almost three minutes before I got my breath back, then I kissed her on her nose and asked, "Did that answer your question?"
"Oh yeah," she moaned. I wonder if they'll have an extra credit question on the merit badge test. I could write an essay on butt fucking. I hoped she wouldn't name names if she did, but said nothing. "Damn," she said as she glanced at my alarm clock on the nightstand. "I'm late." She jumped up and straightened her shirt and skirt and rushed out of the bedroom.
In the living room, the three boys were sitting together on the sofa watching Dragonball. They looked up as Torrie burst into the room. She smiled at them and said, "You didn't have to get dressed on my account," and then rushed to the front door and was gone. I shut the door behind her.
"We heard yelling," Josh said.
"And screaming," Casey added.
"What was going on?" Ben asked.
I looked at the three boys and grinned. "That was the tightest ass I ever fucked."
"Oh man. You fucked her up the ass. That's way cool," Casey said.
I hope you think it's cool, I thought. Because tonight I'm going to slam my cock up your ass. I hadn't dressed coming out of the bedroom, so I was naked from the waist down. I stepped up to the back of the sofa. "So Ben, you want a taste of Torrie's asshole?" I asked. He nodded like I'd asked him if he wanted an ice cream cone. I reached down and put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head toward my limp dick. He opened his mouth and sucked my cock into his mouth.
"I want a taste," Josh said, and pushed Ben out of the way and wrapped his lips around my still limp cock.
"My turn," Casey said and pulled Josh back and took his place.
My cock was starting to react from all this attention, so I figured it was time to break it up. "That's enough," I said, stepping backwards and pulling my half-erect cock out of Casey's mouth. "Let's go grab dinner. What do you guys think about Sizzler?" They all nodded enthusiastically, so we changed clothes and headed down the mountain to the Sizzler in Watermelon Mountain. After dinner, I treated them to a movie. The multiplex was playing Spider-man. We sat in the dark, Ben on my lap, and I played with his stiff cock during the entire movie. Casey was sitting on Josh, and I heard him come at least once.
After the movie, we hit the Dairy Queen and headed home.
At the apartment, I told the boys to strip and hit the shower.I lied and told them they'd have to shower together because I didn't have a very big hot water tank. While they showered, I pulled open the hide-a-bed sofa and made it up. I could hear a lot of giggling and laughing.
They came out naked and still damp, and all three of them sprouted huge erections. I stripped and lay on the hide-a-bed. I pointed to my own erection. "Boys," I said, "get to work." They only hesitated for a second, and then the three of them spread out and started licking my cock. I could see embarrassed smiles as tongues would accidentally touch other tongues. Josh had straddled my chest, and Casey and Ben were working from the sides.
With Josh's ass sitting right in front of my face, there was only one thing I could do. I separated his asscheeks with my hands and ran my tongue from the base of his cock to the top of his crack.
"That's nasty," Casey said, sitting up and looking at me.
"Fine. I won't do you then," I said and went back to work on Josh's crack. I kept running my tongue up and down the length of his crack, stopping to tease his anus. I could feel him shiver from the sensation, and I could also feel his hard little cock twitch against my chest.
"Okay, enough," I said. "Ben, your turn." Josh reluctantly climbed off my chest, and Ben scurried on. I pulled his cheeks apart and started working on his crack. The feeling of three tongues working on my cock was incredible, but I knew I could hold on until later. "Enough," I said and rolled Ben off my chest.
"Time for bed," I announced. "Ben, you and Josh can sleep here. Casey, you can sleep with me." I pointed Casey toward the bedroom and walked to the light switch by the door. I looked at the two boys laying together on the bed. "One blow job each, and then straight to bed," I proclaimed and killed the light. How many times do you think a parent or guardian has ever said that before bed?
I followed Casey into the bedroom. Casey was sprawled on the bed on his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling. "I didn't mean what I said about it being nasty. I want you to do that to me too," he said.
"I plan to," I said and grabbed his ankles and pulled him down until his butt was on the edge of the bed. "I've got something special planned for you," I said and dropped to my knees. I pushed his legs up until his knees were resting next to his head, then I spread his cheeks and pushed my face into his ass.
I started with his asshole, teasing it with my tongue, pushing my tongue into it just a little. Then I licked from the top of his crack, which was now on the bottom, to the base of his balls, which were now on top. Then I took his ballsack into my mouth and gently massaged his testicles with my tongue. I let his balls slip out of my mouth and sucked his 5-inch cock in, but just for a few seconds, then I started working my way back down.
Casey was on the verge of orgasm, so I stopped. I stood up and moved closer until my cock was almost touching his ass. "I have been dreaming about this since you pulled down your pants in class this morning," I said, looking down at him. "You have the most perfect ass I've ever seen."
The look on his face was priceless. A combination of pride, because I'd called his ass perfect, and fear because he didn't know what was going to happen. I separated his cheeks again and pressed my cock against his asshole. I pushed down, my cock head, still slippery from the licking of the three boys, slipping easily into his anus.
Fucking Torrie's ass had been the best I'd ever had, but I knew that her record wasn't going to last the night. "You are going to like this," I told him as I pressed deeper and grasped his cock. "And before the week is out, you're going to fuck Torrie and both your friends out there, and you're going to like that too." I pressed deeper, halfway, three-quarters, and then I was in. I rested there, my balls gently bouncing off his ass. Then I started fucking for real, jacking off his cock as I did. It didn't take long for either of us. I felt the release of climax and started filling his rectum with semen, and then his cock twitched in my hand and started spraying his seed all over his stomach.
I pulled out of his ass and went to the bathroom to get a towel. When I came back, Casey had dropped his legs to the floor and was laying there breathing hard. I started wiping off his stomach and legs. "Casey, that was incredible." Casey smiled weakly, still breathing hard.
I tossed the towel in a corner and slid my arms underneath him and picked him up. I took him to the top of the bed and laid him down, then I turned off the light and climbed over him. I cuddled up to him, my limp cock rubbing against his soft crack. I reached down and squeezed his limp cock, and we fell asleep like that.
Chapter VI Sex Ed 201
I woke in the same position I'd fallen asleep in. With one exception. My limp cock was now hard and pushed between Casey's legs. My hand still cupped Casey's crotch, and his little cock had gotten hard too. I scooted backward, my cock rubbing against Casey's legs and ass cheeks, and then rolled Casey onto his back. His proud young cock pointed to the ceiling. I reached over and started gently massaging it, then I leaned in and licked it from the base to the head.By the time I was dressed, so was Casey. The water had shut off in the bathroom, and the laughter had moved to the living room. I gave the boy a fast kiss, and we went out to the living room.
Josh and Ben were still naked and wrestling together on the floor as we passed through on the way to the front door. "I'm going to pull the car around and wait exactly 1 minute. Then Casey and I are going to school, and he'll have all the girls to himself." Casey and I went out the door to the car. We pulled up in front, and 49 seconds later, the two burst out of my front door.
A few minutes later, the four of us walked into the school.
I took the boys to my classroom and went to the office to see Mr. Hoskins.
When I knocked on his open door, he looked up from some paperwork and saw me. "Good, Conners. How'd your classes go yesterday?" he asked as he gestured me to a seat.
"They went pretty good. But I still expect to see a cop walk in the door and haul me off."
"Why? You were just following your lesson plan," he asked with a smile.
"Well, some people wouldn't like that lesson plan very much."
"Well, fortunately, those people don't live on the ridge. We've had our special sex ed classes for years."
"Just like yesterday?" I asked, surprised. I'd never considered that this had happened before.
"This program has been running every year but last year for the last thirty."
"Thirty years," I said in amazement. "What happened last year?"
"We made a bad choice of teachers. The man we chose was a closet religious fanatic who decided that our program was wrong and didn't teach it. We didn't find out until the end of the year when it was too late to correct the problem."
"Well, your program is unusual," I said in defense of the other teacher.
"What's unusual is our statistics. Our school has never had a student get pregnant. We've never had a single case of an STD in the last thirty years. And in thirty years, we've had one drop out, and she left to become a poet."
"I have to admit those are pretty impressive statistics," I admitted.
"And it's all because of the program you're teaching this week, and the programs we have in the upper grades," he said proudly.
"This week?" I asked in surprise. "You mean I'm not done?"
"Certainly not." He pulled open a desk drawer and rooted around in some papers. "Here's your lesson plan for today," he handed me a single sheet of paper. "Might as well take the whole week," he decided and handed me three more papers.
I read the first page, then I looked up at Hoskins and then back at the paper and read it again. Then I read the second, third, and fourth pages. I looked at Hoskins and tried to say something, but my voice didn't work. I looked back at the papers in my hand and read them all again, thinking I'd imagined it.
I looked back at Hoskins and croaked, "This is crazy. I can't do this."
Hoskins chuckled. "You know, I said the exact same thing thirty years ago." The smile disappeared from his face. "That's the plan I want you to teach."
"But the parents..."
"Almost all of the mothers had this course from me thirty years ago," he smiled again. I think I liked him better when he looked mad. "John, just follow the lesson plan, you'll do fine."
I got up and walked out of the office in a daze. I wasn't going to do it. That was all there was to it. I'd just ignore all this and try to get through the year like last year's teacher.
I walked into my class just as the first bell rang. I stepped out of the doorway just as a flood of pretty young girls jammed through. As the girls took their seats, I forgot all about my resolution.
The boys were sitting in the front row again. I looked out at the sea of faces and decided that I'd teach today's lesson, but no way was I going to do tomorrow's.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I said to get their attention. "Please get naked." In seconds, everybody was standing up and shedding clothes. I stood up and started getting out of my own. I wasn't surprised that all the boys had hard-ons, so did I for that matter. "Okay, I'd like you to make one line, boys in front, sixth graders next and then the fifth graders." They scurried to comply with only a little pushing and shoving. I wasn't surprised that Torrie wound up in the front of the sixth graders pressed against Ben's backside.
"Josh, come up here," I ordered, and Josh came up to stand next to me. "Today," I addressed the class, "We're going to be talking about kissing and touching." Okay, Casey, kiss him." Casey stepped up, looking embarrassed. "Don't worry," I said, "Just kiss him. Like this." And I leaned down and kissed Josh full on the lips. I held the kiss for about ten seconds. "Go ahead."
Casey stepped up to Josh and kissed him, their cocks bumping together. Some of the girls 'ohhhd' but a look from me quieted them. Casey broke away and looked at me, and I motioned him to the end of the line. Ben stepped up without prompting and pulled Josh into a hard kiss. I had the feeling that they may have practiced a little last night.
Then it was Torrie's turn, and if she noticed the hard pole pushing at her pussy, she didn't let on. One after the other, every girl in class kissed Josh. Next it was Casey's turn, then Ben's. I was impressed that none of the boys came during their ten-minute make-out sessions.
Then it was time for Torrie and Lisa. From the way they kissed, their tits and pussies rubbing together, I doubted it was the first time. We set up an assembly line, and before ten o'clock, everybody had kissed everybody.
Then I had my three models come up and stand next to me. "Now it's time for all of you to feel what a cock is like. When it's your turn, come up and feel my cock with one hand and my balls with the other. Be careful with the balls. Then Josh's, Casey's, and Ben's. Be warned, that the boys are liable to explode at any moment. Okay, Torrie."
Torrie came up with no hesitation, not that I expected any, and grabbed my cock and started moving her hand up and down. "Not now," I told her, and she stopped, but didn't let go. Her other hand cupped my balls and massaged them in their sac, then she moved to Josh. Lisa took her place in front of me. Next to me, I could hear Josh cumming while I concentrated on showing my self-control.
Torrie moved to Casey, and Lisa moved to Josh. Lisa complained, "But it's all soft now."
Monique grabbed my cock and was exploring my piss hole with her thumb. "It'll get hard again, and you should feel soft ones too." Then the girls moved down the line, and Ashley stepped up to me. Next to me, I could hear Casey cumming on Lisa and Ben on Torrie. I glanced over, and the two girls had ropey strings of cum all over their thighs. I told them to get towels and clean up and continued the line. After Ashley was Gillian, then Janae. Dawn was my first fifth grader, then Kayla and Jenny. The boys had cum twice each, except for Ben who'd cum four times. I'd held out through half the class, but I didn't know if I could stand much more.
Carrie took her turn, then Stephanie, Brandee and Melissa. Each of the boys came again. Then Megan, Tami, Miranda and Clarissa. Casey came two more times, Ben and Josh once each. Then Mackenzie stepped up to me. She looked so small and cute, more like an eight-year-old third grader than a ten-year-old fifth grader. She grabbed my cock, and I came. I came hard. The gooey liquid squirting out and covering her stomach.
"It looks like the 'boys' aren't the only ones who explode," Jenny said snidely.
The line moved down, and Mackenzie wrapped her little hand around Josh's appendage, and damn if the boy didn't cum again. Thirty seconds later, Casey added his load to the mess on Mackenzie, and then Ben started cumming before Mackenzie could get her little hand all the way around his cock.
"Damn, four out of four. I guess we know who the sexy one in the class is," Torrie said dryly. Mackenzie's face was a mix of pride, embarrassment, and being grossed out.
"Okay, everybody get back to your desks and read your English assignment from yesterday," I said as I took Mackenzie by the hand and led her to the back of the classroom and through the door into my storeroom. Inside was a small utility sink. I picked up a towel, and wet one end and started scrubbing the little girl's front side. I washed her stomach and then moved down to her crotch and her legs. She smiled at me when I wiped her pussy but didn't say anything. I reversed the towel and retraced my trip up her body, drying her.
We went back into the classroom, and I pointed Mackenzie to her desk, as I walked as quietly as I could to the front of the room. All of the boys and all but one of the girls were in their desks, but no one was reading. Jenny was in the front of the room, kneeling in between Josh and Ben's desks. She had a cock in each hand, trying to coax them back to life with no luck. Every eye in the room was on her until I walked up behind her.
Suddenly, everybody looked down at their books, pretending to read. Even the boys pretended not to know what was going on, which was pretty hard to believe considering two of their cocks were involved. I reached down and grabbed the young girl by the back of the neck and lifted her to her feet.
"Wha..." she said in surprise.
Still squeezing the back of her neck, I propelled her to the back of my desk, and I sat in my chair and pulled her across my lap. My desk was between us and the rest of the class. I pulled her up a little so that her ass was centered right in front of me. I lifted my hand over my head, noticing that every eye in the room except Jenny's was on that hand, and then I brought it down with a loud crack square on her ass. Through the tops of my eyelids, I saw several girls grimace, and Tami grit her teeth at the sound.I did it again, then again. Ten times.
Then I lifted the ten-year-old off my lap and stood her in front of me.
"Did you hear me tell everyone to sit down and read?" I asked.
The little girl defiantly shook her head.
"Very well." I stood up and started getting dressed. When I had my pants and shirt on, I moved in front of the class and looked at them all. "I could tell you that sex ed is over for the year all because of one girl," I started, and twenty faces fell. "But I won't." Several faces smiled, but most were neutral. "I don't believe in punishing a group for the actions of one individual," I looked at my class without a trace of a smile. "You will read until I say different." Every head looked down at the books on their desks.
I went back around my desk and wrapped my hand around Jenny's arm just below the shoulder and half led, half pulled her out into the hall. I led her to the next classroom and walked in the open door. Kimberly Meyer was sitting at her desk, and a girl who looked a lot like Stephanie read a paper to the class. She noticed me and signaled us to wait as the girl finished explaining why Sally Ride was her hero.
As the girl finished, the class applauded, and Miss Meyer acknowledged me. "Yes, Mr. Conners. Can I help you?"
The class turned and looked at us. Several of them got big eyes seeing Jenny standing there naked and a teacher in bare feet.
"I have a young lady here who isn't mature enough for the material we're covering today, and I was hoping that Jenny could be part of your class." Kimberly blushed, telling me she knew exactly the material we were covering, and the class started giggling until a stern look from their teacher quieted them.
"Certainly. I'd love to have Jenny back. I've missed her," she said to me. Then she looked at Jenny, who was standing there naked. "Jenny, would you sit in that desk over there?" She pointed at a desk next to the girl who'd just finished reading.
Jenny looked at me pleadingly, but I pointed at the empty desk, and she slunk over. I nodded thanks to Miss Meyer and walked back to my class. Mr. Hoskins was just coming out of the gym and noticed me barefoot coming out of the third/fourth-grade classroom. "Trouble, John?"
"I smiled at him and kept walking. "Just sending a message, Brian." He nodded and kept walking, and I went back into my classroom and closed the door. Every head was down, and they read or at least pretended to read their assigned books, but I was sure that nobody missed the fact that Jenny didn't come back.
I walked to my desk and slowly took off my clothes, folding them neatly and putting them on my chair. I took my time, and almost five minutes went by before I was naked and leaning on the front of my desk, looking out over my class. I saw quite a few heads raise just barely so that they could see me out of the tops of their eyeballs and then look quickly down again. I grinned to myself, then put my serious face back on.
"Okay, mark your spots and put your books away, please." They hurried to comply. I debated in my head whether to tell them Jenny's fate or leave it unsaid, and decided that the mystery was better.
"Carrie, Miranda, and Tami, come up here please." The naked ten-year-olds came up and stood in front of me. One by one, I lifted them to a sitting position on my desk, then I pushed them down and spread their legs. "Fifth-grade girls, line up behind me," I said, and after they did, "Sixth-grade girls," and finally, "Boys."
"Okay, when it's your turn, you're going to explore their bodies." Tami's eyebrows went up, and Carrie smiled. "All three girls have fairly small breasts, but check them out anyway," and I rubbed my hands across Carrie's breasts, stopping to squeeze her nipples. "They all have pubic hair, though Tami's is pretty fine," I ran my fingers through the bush over Carrie's pussy. "You'll notice that some girls have very soft hair, others may be coarser. You can also explore their pussy lips, clitoris and vagina," and I proceeded to rub her lips and then push my finger deep into her vagina.
From the back of the room, Ashley squeaked, and I realized that Casey's cock had started coming alive right in her rear end. I moved down the row to Miranda and watched as Clarissa started exploring Carrie. Then my hands started working over Tami, familiar territory after the other day. As I moved out of the way, I stepped to the other side of my desk so that I could watch. Some of the girls seemed very comfortable exploring another girl's body, others were more tentative. Melissa, Kayla and Dawn were the most aggressive of the fifth-graders. None of the sixth-graders were shy.
As Lisa finished with Carrie, Casey took her place. I've never seen a grin that big, that wasn't painted on. I watched, and as his hands explored her breasts and then his finger explored her pussy, his cock danced in delight. Ben almost pushed him out of the way as Lisa finished Miranda, and Josh wasn't any more patient when his turn came. Now the boys took their time as each finger-fucked the girl on the desk in front of him. But I didn't want any accidents just yet.
"Enough," I snapped, and the boys reluctantly moved away from the girls.
"Everybody take your seats." They all did, though Tami, Miranda and Carrie seemed a little wobbly. I didn't think that any of them had climaxed during the session, but I couldn't be completely sure.
"This seems like a good time to talk about male masturbation. Masturbation is a fancy way of saying playing with yourself or just plain making yourself feel good." My mind skipped back to the session I'd had with Torrie yesterday, and I smiled. "There are a lot of different names for it, Jerking off, Jacking off, taming the one-eyed monster..." several of the fifth-graders giggled. "Charming the snake," I said with a nod to Torrie. "Or playing the skin flute," a couple of girls laughed. "Casey, come here." Casey came up, looking slightly embarrassed, thinking I was going to jerk him off in front of all the girls.
"Ben, come stand in front of Casey with your back to him. Josh, do the same in front of me." The boys looked a little confused but did as they were told. I grabbed Josh and pulled him back towards me, my hard cock slipping between his legs. "Casey and I will now demonstrate how to jerk off a boy." I slid one hand around Josh and cupped his balls, and my other hand reached around and encircled his cock.
"At the moment, his cock is pretty dry, though the friction of my hand probably feels pretty good anyway." Josh was red-faced, but he grinned. I glanced at Casey, and he had pulled Ben to him and was starting to jack him off. "Boys make their own lubricant, called pre-cum, but we don't have enough of it yet," I said as I rubbed my thumb across the head of Josh's cock. "We could use a commercial lubricant like Vaseline or KY jelly, but usually saliva works just fine." I took my hand off Josh's cock and held it in front of his mouth. Josh got the idea and licked my hand, smearing his saliva liberally. On the other side, Ben and Casey were copying us.
I returned my hand to Josh's cock, and it slid easily up and down his shaft. In seconds, Josh and Ben were spraying cum all over my floor. I let go of Josh's balls and put my hand on his head and turned his head toward me. Then I kissed him as I pumped the last of his semen out onto the floor. I released his cock and pushed him forward, my cock slipping out from between his legs. I indicated that Josh and Ben should sit down, then I leaned over and kissed Casey. As I broke the kiss, I smiled at the red-faced boy and looked back at my class.
"Torrie and Mackenzie, come here please." The two girls almost ran to the front of the class. "Torrie, see if you can jerk off Casey, and Mackenzie, see if you can take care of me." Torrie grinned, and Mackenzie looked a little scared. I smiled at the young girl and then looked back at my class. "Now, Casey and I took care of Josh and Ben from behind them, but it makes no difference whether you're behind and reaching around or in front, or off to the sides. Whatever is comfortable for you and the guy you're jerking off." I positioned Mackenzie to my right and guided her small hand onto my cock. On the other side, Torrie stood between me and Casey and grabbed his cock aggressively. Then she remembered and spit on her hand and grabbed him again. I watched as her hand stroked up and down his five-inch shaft, and on the fourth stroke, he came.
As Casey spewed out glob after glob of sticky white liquid, Mackenzie's hand just rested on my stalk. As Torrie milked the last of the cum out of Casey, Mackenzie's hand started moving, just a little bit. Her hand traveled about half an inch up my cock toward the head and then half an inch back toward the base. I was about to suggest a more enthusiastic technique when I felt the pressure start to build, and before I could warn her, I started adding my load to the mess on the floor.
After I got my breath back, I grinned at my class. Janae started clapping, and everybody joined in, so I took a bow, Casey bowing beside me. I let the commotion go on for about a minute, then waved it to a stop. "Gillian, come here." She came up and joined the other two girls. I lifted each of them onto the desk and positioned them. Then I lined up the sixth-grade girls, the boys, and the fifth-grade girls. I was still first.
I stepped up to Mackenzie and rubbed my hands over her completely smooth chest, down her flat stomach to her bald pussy. I separated her pussy lips and tried to push my finger inside. It would only enter to the first knuckle, she was so small and tight. I looked at the line behind me, "Don't try and force Mackenzie's vagina, she's pretty tight, and we don't want to hurt her," I said, and Mackenzie turned deep red.I moved to Torrie, and Lisa started exploring Mackenzie. My hands were already familiar with Torrie's small breasts and thick bush, but I enjoyed rediscovering her charms. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Lisa's smaller finger didn't penetrate much more than mine.
I moved on to Gillian. Her tits were just a little bigger than Torrie's, and she had a thick, luxurious black-haired bush. I slipped my finger deep into her pussy, and she groaned, so I slid it out and slid it back. She was definitely enjoying the experience. I considered keeping at her until she came, but I knew that would be setting a bad example. Sometimes I hated being a teacher. Hell, sometimes I hated being a grown-up.
I moved back to my lookout post and watched as the girls and boys explored the three pre-teens on the desk in front of me. When Kayla, who was last in line, finished with Gillian, I had everybody sit down again. I knew that Gillian had come at least twice and Torrie once. No one got very deep into Mackenzie's pussy. And watching Lisa, I was damn certain that she'd had prior experience with both Torrie and Gillian's pussies.
I looked down, and despite the huge turn-on of the last few minutes, I was only half hard. I glanced at the boys, and their poor abused cocks were still limp, so I brought Megan, Clarissa, and Stephanie up to the desk and put them in their places. I had the boys line up behind me, with the fifth graders next and the sixth graders after them, then I stepped up to explore Megan.
Megan had very small tits with extremely sensitive nipples, which I discovered as I squeezed them between thumb and forefinger. Her pussy hair was so light and fine that it almost wasn't there. And I discovered that her pussy was just as tight as Mackenzie's. I only managed to insert my finger to the second knuckle. I warned the class and moved down the line to Clarissa.
Clarissa had decent-sized tits for a fifth grader and seemed to enjoy the workout I gave them, and as I inserted my finger into her black-haired pussy, I could feel it grasp me. She was a muscular, athletic girl, and I wondered if she'd been exercising these muscles.
I moved to Stephanie. Stephanie had nipples but no breasts, but I rubbed her chest anyway. I smiled down at her as my hand found her dark, bushy patch. "Saw your sister giving a report a few minutes ago."
"Which one?" she grunted as I penetrated her pussy.
"Don't know," I admitted as I fucked my finger in and out of the young girl. "She was reading a report on Sally Ride."
"Oh," Stephanie gasped. "That was Lizzie. She's one of the fourth graders." she managed to get out between heavy breaths. "Oh God," She said, and arched her back, and I knew I'd brought the ten-year-old to orgasm. I pulled my finger out of her cunt and stepped behind the desk to watch.
I'd gotten hard when Stephanie came, and when the line finished, Ben was hard too. So he and I stood in front of the desk and let Clarissa and Melissa jerk us off. Neither one of us lasted a dozen strokes, and as Ben came, Melissa got a dab on her finger and tasted it. The look on her face said that she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
The mess on the floor was getting pretty bad, so I had Tami and Josh clean it up while I got Brandee, Melissa, and Ashley into position. As soon as the mess was cleaned up, I stepped forward to Brandee and started playing with her magnificent breasts. I kept one hand playing with her nipple, and my other hand traced down her stomach to her pussy. I ran my fingers through her hair and then plunged one deep into her pussy, and the little sex kitten came on the spot. She came loud and long as I worked my finger in and out of her cunt. I grinned down at her and moved to Melissa.
Melissa had very small breasts and fine, light hair on her pussy. I didn't spend much time on her chest. I almost immediately sunk my finger into her cunt. I fucked her for thirty seconds or so and then moved down the line again.
Ashley was next. She was small but well-developed. She had some of the biggest tits in the class, and her pussy was small and tight, but my finger slid right in. After about thirty seconds, I started to pull out, and she grabbed my wrist and tried to keep me in her. So I kept fucking her pussy with my finger until she came.
I moved out of the way and watched as the boys and girls played with the three girls. Then I called up Kayla, Dawn, and Janae.
Kayla was another girl with almost no shape. She was stocky and muscular, and her cunt was tight as I slipped in my finger. Dawn was taller and skinny, but had the beginnings of tits. She was another one with a small, tight pussy, but my finger entered without too much force.
Janae's tits were small but very firm, and her tight pussy seemed to welcome my finger. I wanted to stay and fuck the young girl to climax, but once again responsibility reared its ugly head, and I moved reluctantly out of the way.
When the last girl had felt up Janae, Lisa and Monique climbed up on the desk without prompting. I stepped between them and simultaneously rubbed their tits, then traced my fingers down their taut stomachs to their pussies. Both had blond bushes, and I tickled them gently through the mat of hair, then I ran my fingers lightly over their pussy lips before pressing a finger into each pussy. Torrie stood behind me, tapping her small bare foot as I worked my fingers deep into the twin pussies and then back out. I nodded to Torrie and pulled my fingers out and stepped away.
My cock was erect again, and I moved behind my desk and sat on my chair. When Ashley finished feeling up Monique, I motioned her around my desk and pulled her into my lap. As I watched my class explore the two tender young bodies, I slipped my finger into Ashley's pussy. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me off like a pro. Someday I'd have to ask her about that. Both of our eyes were glued to Lisa and Monique's cunts as finger after finger entered them. I watched Lisa climax twice and Monique at least once before the end of the line. Ashley and I came together just as the last finger pulled out of Monique. "Thanks, teach," she whispered in my ear. "I needed that."
She stood up and moved to her desk as the others were all taking seats. Everyone had been so intent on Monique and Lisa that I didn't think anyone noticed us. Josh and Casey were hard again, and poor little Ben couldn't get it up, so I called Lisa and Monique back up and set them to work on Casey and Josh while the rest of us watched. When they finished, I had the two boys get towels and clean up the mess.
Then I took my place leaning on the front of my desk. "We have a couple of minutes until the lunch bell," I started. "A couple of things for you to know. Girls can have sex any time you want."
"All right!" a girl in the back said.
"Boys can't. For a boy to have sex, he has to get hard. You may notice that despite the presence of seventeen super sexy girls, none of us are hard right now. Ben just played with two warm wet pussies and didn't get it up this time. But that's kind of rare at this age. Most teenage and pre-teenage..." I nodded to our three volunteers, "boys get it up more than they want to, but remember Ben has cum 9 times this morning, Casey and Josh, seven or eight, and that's a lot."
"How many times did you get off?" Gillian asked in a shout.
"Four," I answered. "And that's pretty good for an old guy. Seven of you have had a chance to jerk off a boy or me, by my count. That leaves ten of you. We'll try to get to you, but there are no promises. I may not get it up again until Sunday." My class laughed, but I wasn't sure I was joking.
"After lunch, we're going to talk about female masturbation. We'll..."
"Dibs on Casey," Lisa yelled.
"You can have him. I'll take Josh," Ashley countered.
"Good, then I get Ben," Gillian added.
"Quiet," I said sharply. "Lisa, you get Tami. Ashley, you get Megan. And Gillian can have Clarissa." The girls pouted for about two seconds and then grinned. "Now the good feeling a girl gets when she masturbates or has sex is called an orgasm. Please note, that's not an organism as I've heard it called. Several of you have already had them today, when we were exploring your bodies."
Gillian held up two fingers to the class, and Lisa flashed two fingers back at her. Janae held up three, but she might have been lying because I didn't see her cum.
"It's also called a climax, or cumming. Or the big bang or a few dozen other..."
The bell rang, but for once, no one moved.
"Okay, when we come back, we'll try to make sure that everyone gets a couple." I stood up. "Get dressed and go." My class jumped out of their chairs and started dressing. I watched for a few seconds and then turned around and started dressing myself. The second half of the day was going to get interesting.I had a job where the boss expected me to finger-fuck little sex kittens like Ashley.
"Mr. Conners?" My reverie was interrupted from off to the side of the table. I looked over, and Jenny was standing there, dressed in an extra-large t-shirt.
"Yes."
"Can I talk to you?"
"In a few minutes. Wait in the classroom," I said and looked away. From the corner of my eye, I saw a disappointed look on her face, but she turned and headed for the door. It was pretty obvious what she wanted. I just wasn't sure yet what I wanted to do with her. Actually, bad choice of words - I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her, I just wasn't sure how far I needed to take her punishment to make an impression on her.
I took my time and then walked back to my classroom. Jenny was sitting in her desk. I closed the door and sat behind my desk. I motioned her to come up, and she did, standing in front of my desk. "Yes?" I asked.
"I'd... I'd like to come back to class now," she said quietly.
I looked at the young girl until she looked down at her toes, then I glanced up at the clock on the wall over the door - eight minutes until class starts. I lifted my foot up across my knee and started untying my shoe. I took off my shoe and sock and started on the other when she looked up at me, smiling weakly. I didn't smile back.
"Do you have any idea why you're being punished?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said quietly.
"Tell me," I ordered as I slipped off my second sock and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"You told us to sit down and read. But as soon as you left the room, I did something else," she said simply, looking down at her bare toes again.
"You decided that playing with the boy's cocks was more important than what I said to do."
"But Dawn was supposed to tell me when you were coming back." Okay, that's a point against her - she just narced out her friend.
"So it's Dawn's fault?" I asked.
"It's... No, it's my fault. I didn't listen," she admitted, a point for Jenny.
"You didn't listen?" I asked.
"No, I listened. I just... I just... I thought I could get away with it."
"So I can only trust you when I'm watching you?"
"No. I mean, I guess so," she said so softly it was almost a whisper.
"Maybe you belong in the fourth grade. That's where kids learn to follow directions."
"I..." she started but didn't finish.
I didn't know what to do with her. As a teacher, I wanted to make an impression that would stick, but as a sex-crazed man, I wanted my hands all over her tender young body. I stared at her for almost two minutes.
"I'm going to give you a choice," I said finally. "You can spend the rest of the day in the fourth grade, and when you come back, if you ever get kicked out again, it will be for two full days." I paused for dramatic effect. "Or you can come back now," she looked up hopefully, "and the next time you get kicked out, it will be for a full week." I looked her straight in the eye. "I would advise that you think carefully about your choice for a couple of minutes."
I stood up and pulled my shirt off and started unzipping my pants just as the bell rang. The class started returning. They saw Jenny standing in front of me but didn't say anything. They went quietly to their desks and sat down. Torrie stood up and pulled her t-shirt half off and cocked her head at me in a question. I nodded, and she pulled it completely off. The rest of the class stood and started getting naked.
I pushed down my pants and underwear and stepped out of them. My cock was standing at attention again, and that was mostly Jenny's fault. I really wanted that athletic little body. When everyone was naked except Jenny in her oversized t-shirt, I looked at her again, "Well?"
"I'd like to come back now," she said.
"You understand what could happen?" I asked, and she nodded. "Okay, run to Miss Meyer's class and give her back her t-shirt and tell her that you're coming back to class, and tell her that the next time you visit, it will be for a week."
"There won't be a next time," she said with determination.
"Well, you warn her anyway, and then you can work on keeping it from coming true." Jenny smiled at me and skipped out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack. While I was waiting for her, I looked down at the boys and saw that Josh and Casey were hard again, and Ben was about halfway there. I figured I should start with four more hand jobs.
I was about to invite the boys up to my desk and pick out some partners when I heard a commotion in the hall. Laughter and some loud comments that I couldn't make out. I went to the door and looked out, forgetting for a moment that I was naked.
In the hall, Jenny was about halfway between the two classrooms, naked, her head down and her cheeks burning. The rest of the hall was filled with about twenty of Mrs. Lowman's 9th and 10th graders heading for the gym. They were laughing and making jokes about Jenny being naked and spending the morning in the fourth grade. Evidently, the story had made its way around the small school.
"Ladies!" I said sharply, stepping further into the hall, then remembering I was naked. I tried to look imposing, but it's hard when you're stark naked and your cock is standing at attention.
They looked at me, then looked me over, someone in the back saying, "I need a sex ed refresher course."
I ignored the comment, though my cock twitched. These girls were 14 to 16 years old, and there wasn't an ugly one in the bunch. "I think you need to leave Jenny alone and get to your P.E. class."
"Ohhhh," said a teenager I recognized as one of Stephanie's sisters. Several of the girls laughed.
I walked up to the girl until I was almost nose to nose with her. My cock brushed the fabric of her jeans, but I don't think she noticed - I hoped she didn't notice. I looked her straight in the eye until she blinked and stepped back half a step. "Jenny is ten years old and still a kid, and I just made her spend the morning naked with the fourth graders. What do you think I'll do to a young woman who's old enough to know better?" I kept looking her in the eye.
Personally, I had no idea what I'd do to her, though I had a couple of thoughts about what I'd like to do to her, with her twin sister on the same bed. But evidently, a couple of unpleasant alternatives flashed through her mind, because she backed up and muttered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Conners. We were just playing around." I nodded, and the girls walked quickly to the gym while Jenny stood beside me.
Jenny Lowman had come into the hall at some point, and she walked up to me, not batting an eye at my nakedness. "That was pretty impressive, John," the twenty-six-year-old teacher said as she grabbed my hard-on. "Probably would have been more impressive without this," she added, giving me a squeeze. "But Jeri's pretty cute."
"Jeri, huh," I acknowledged as the teacher stroked my cock in the middle of the hall.
"Yeah, her twin is Sherrie. You didn't know?"
"I've barely been here long enough to know the names in my class, like Jenny here."
Mrs. Lowman reached out and started massaging one of Jenny's nipples. "Oh, the once and future fourth grader," she said with a gleam in her eye. I don't know if Jenny got the King Arthur reference, but she blushed right to the nipple Mrs. Lowman was working on at being called a fourth grader.
"I knew that Stephanie had four sets of twin sisters, but I didn't know their names. I met Lizzie in the fourth grade earlier today." Jenny blushed again, and Mrs. Lowman kept on playing with my cock and Jenny's nipple. "So Jeri and Sherrie, huh?"
"Stephanie's mom is a piece of work. There's Jeri and Sheri in the 9th grade, and Teri and Carrie in the 7th. You have Stephanie in the fifth. There's Elizabeth and Desirae in the fourth, but everybody calls them Lizzie and..."
"Dizzy," I finished for her.
"Exactly," she agreed with a laugh. "And last, we have Candy and Mandy in the third."
"That's just too cute," I agreed.
"And that's not the best of it," she said with a sly grin.
"There's more?"
"The rumor is that she's pregnant again, this time with triplets."
"No way," I said, stunned.
"Way," she said, gave my cock a final squeeze, and let go. She leaned down and gave Jenny's other nipple a kiss and then stepped back. "Well, I've got to get my herd back under control. Have fun," she parted with a knowing grin.
As I watched her walk away, I couldn't resist - I leaned down and kissed Jenny's other nipple. "You're not mad at me anymore?" Jenny asked with a smile.
I got down on one knee and looked at her; she didn't look away. "Jenny, I was never mad at you. But a big part of my job is teaching you to control yourself. There's a right time for everything. You have to learn the right time. Okay?"
"Okay," she agreed and hugged me. An image flashed through my mind of slipping my cock into her pussy right here in the hallway, but I had a class waiting. We walked back in.
I was surprised to find Lisa leaning against my desk reading, and everybody else sitting at their desks reading as well. I decided that Lisa could have her dibs on Casey. I sent Lisa and Jenny back to their desks and had everybody put their books away.
"Boys, would you join me?" I asked, and the three boys came up to the front. "Janae, Gillian, Ashley, and Jenny, come here." I paired Janae with Casey, Gillian with Josh, and Ashley with Ben, saving Jenny for myself. "Now, we'll continue with our section on boys' masturbation. The three sixth-grade girls quickly grabbed hold of their target cocks and started pumping. Jenny was a little out of it, since she hadn't been here this morning, but got the idea, licked her hand, and started rubbing my cock.
"Does it feel as good as Mrs. Lowman?" she whispered."Better," I admitted, wondering if Jenny Lowman handled all the male teachers' cocks like that.
Ben came first, catching Ashley by surprise as cum splattered on her leg. Josh and Casey came together, with Gillian and Janae staying enough to the side to avoid the mess. The three girls gathered in a half-circle around Jenny while she continued to jack me off. I tried to remember logarithms to make it last, but finally, I felt the pressure building up and I knew it was over. "I'm cum..." I started to say, and semen jetted out of my cock onto Jenny's tanned flat stomach. She kept pumping until every last drop was gone. I told the girls to get towels and clean up themselves and the mess on the floor while I got my breath back. By my calculations, all of the sixth graders, and just over half the total class had a chance to jerk off a cock so far. I hoped the last eight would get their chance.
"Okay, on to the next section. Boys, why don't you stay up here and watch? Maybe we can get you hard again." The boys all turned blushed but stayed where they were. Casey got the reddest, while Ben just colored a little.
"Ladies, now we talk about girls masturbating. Everybody open your legs up and reach down and start feeling yourself, playing with yourself." Most of the girls obeyed immediately, but a few seemed reluctant. "Don't be shy. Masturbation is a very normal part of a young girl's life, though I'll admit not usually in the classroom."
"If you look around," I continued after everybody had gotten into the act, "you'll notice that different people do different things. I was to stress that there is no right way or wrong way to play with yourself. Do what feels good to you."
"Some girls like to go right to finger-fucking, pushing one or more fingers in and out of their cunt. And of those, some like to do it fast and others slow. Some girls like to play with their clits, rubbing them or pinching them between your thumb and fingers. Some women like to rub or even pinch their pussy lips, either the outer ones or the inner ones. Most use some combination of things. Many like to play with their tits or ass at the same time. You need to find what makes you feel good. You also need to communicate to your lover..." several giggles, "if you have one, what you like. You may even find that you like different things when someone is doing them to you than when you're doing them yourself."
Most of the girls were really getting into it, and I glanced back at the boys who were trying to watch eighteen pussies at the same time. They were sitting on straight chairs next to my desk, Ben in the middle. Ben was playing with Josh and Casey's limp cocks while Josh played with Ben's limp cock and his own balls. Casey was playing with Ben's balls with one hand and fucking a finger in and out of his mouth in rhythm with Torrie's finger pumping in and out of her cunt. I didn't think it would take long to have some more hard cocks to demonstrate with. In my lap, I could feel my own cock starting to stir.
Suddenly, Mackenzie yelled, "Oh God." I could see her finger pushing just part way in and out of her pussy. "Oh, God. Oh my god," she moaned. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmy..." I had the definite feeling that she was having her first orgasm. She seemed to trigger a tidal wave of pleasure, because in seconds, every girl in the room was having an orgasm. My cock came to full attention at the sight of the orgasm assembly line. I didn't have to look at the boys to know they were all hard again.
"Just out of curiosity, how many of you had never done that before?" I asked.
I wasn't surprised when Mackenzie's hand went up. Or Dawn's. But when Tami, Megan, and Stephanie added their hands, I was. I was also surprised when Miranda's hand stayed down.
"We're going to take a minute to work on the boys again, then we're going to work on having somebody else do that to you. Meanwhile, everybody get a towel and clean up your chairs, because as most of you have discovered, boys are not the only ones who make a mess." I chuckled as several of the girls turned red. The girls cleaned up their seats and returned to them. I had the boys line up with me in front of my desk again and called up Kayla, Dawn, Brandee, and Megan.
I kept Megan for myself, and paired Kayla with Josh, Dawn with Ben, and Brandee with Casey. The girls giggled, and Megan licked Brandee's hand, then the girls all started licking each other's hands before they settled them on our cocks and got to work. This time I was the first to come as Megan's hand firmly gripped my shaft and worked up and down. Casey and Josh weren't far behind me, but Ben kept going and going. I was amazed when four minutes after I'd come, Dawn was still pumping Ben.
I thought Dawn was getting a little frustrated, so I whispered in her ear, "Do you want someone else to finish?" She shook her head, spit on her hand again, and kept pumping. I was beginning to wonder if Ben was broken. Maybe we'd overdone it. There's a medical condition called satyriasis, I think. When a man has a perpetual hard-on that never goes down. I'd heard of it, but didn't know a lot about it. Could a satyr cum? Could making a boy cum, I counted in my head quickly, ten times so far in one day, make him a satyr?
"Teach, can I help?" Ashley asked.
"How?"
Ashley stood up and walked behind my desk. She climbed up and walked over behind Ben, got on her knees, grabbed Ben's head, and pulled his face into her pussy. Ben shot his wad. It was a pretty small wad, and I figured that Ben was done for the day. Ashley stood up and walked across my desk to me. "Say 'thank you Ashley,'" she said with a grin.
"Thank you Ashley," I said and kissed her pussy, as I picked her up by her knees and set her down on the floor.
I faced the class, "As you can see, sometimes a guy can get it up, but needs a little extra stimulation..." I bowed my hand at Ashley, and she curtsied while sitting in her desk, "to finish."
"Okay, except for Stephanie, Tami, Miranda, and Carrie, everybody has given a boy a hand job. Hopefully, you four will get your turn."
"Now," I continued, "we're going to talk about giving girls a hand job, or masturbating them. Torrie, Tami, and Melissa, would you get dressed please." The three girls looked startled at the request but started complying. "Jenny, would you come here?"
As Jenny walked up, Monique remarked, "Talk about luck, one minute she's in trouble, then the next she's the teacher's pet." Jenny started to turn red, but I pulled the ten-year-old into my lap and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue between her lips to wrestle tongues with her.
I looked back at Monique, "Of course she's the teacher's pet. Look how cute and sexy she is." Jenny stood up.
"Look," Gillian yelled. "She got him hard again." I looked down, and sure enough, old faithful was back in action.
"Okay, pay attention," I said to get them focused again. "Giving a hand job to a girl is easy, and you can do it from any position where you can get at her crotch." I put Jenny in a variety of positions, standing next to me, sitting next to me, on all fours, and sitting sideways on one or both of my legs. In each position, I worked my finger in and out of her tight, wet little pussy. She had a big smile when I sent her back to her seat.
"One of the advantages of being a girl is that you can have your pussy played while clothed. Torrie, come here." Torrie came up, and I had her sit down in a chair next to me. She was wearing her Girl Scout uniform with a short skirt. "Torrie and I could be sitting in a restaurant with our legs hidden under a table." I reached my hand under her skirt and pushed a finger into her pussy. I pulled it out and waved her back to her desk.
I signaled Melissa over. Melissa was in sweatpants. "Maybe Melissa and I are sitting together at a football game. Our legs covered by a blanket because it's chilly." I slipped my hand down the front of Melissa's pants and worked a finger into her pussy, thinking that I should be paying Hoskins to work here.
I waved Melissa back to her desk, and Tami came over and sat next to me. "Maybe Tami and I are in a dark movie theater." I laid my hand on the crotch of Tami's jeans and worked the zipper down. Then I pushed my hand into her fly and my finger into her pussy. I started fucking it in and out of her pussy. "Now this demonstration is made easier by the fact that none of these girls like to wear underwear," Tami blushed, but I kept on finger-fucking her. "But even with panties, it's still pretty easy. Boys are a lot harder to do in their clothes. They rarely wear skirts," a big laugh from the class at a feeble joke. "And putting your hand down a boy's shorts or sweatpants doesn't give you a lot of room to work. But if you're in the darkened theater situation or under a blanket, you can poke a boy's cock through his fly and work on it outside. Just don't forget to put it back when you're done." Another laugh. Tami was breathing pretty hard now, so I pulled my finger out of her pussy and worked my hand out of her fly.
I sent Tami back to her desk and told the three girls to get undressed again. Then I motioned Mackenzie forward. "For today, we're going to work with my favorite position." I put my legs together and had Mackenzie sit with her back to me and her legs straddling my legs. Then I opened my legs, forcing hers wider apart. "From this position, I can keep a girl's legs spread wide and I have easy access to her pussy and breasts."
"If she has any," Janae shouted.
"If she has any," I agreed, then mused, "You know, Miss Meyer has several open desks."
Janae colored, and then said, "Sorry, Mac, I was just joking." Mackenzie stuck her tongue out with a smile."Now if a boy is doing this, there is the problem of what to do with your cock. So boys will have it straight up, pressed between their stomachs and the girl's butt. I prefer to have it under the girl, pressing up against the bottom of her pussy."
"You could always stick it up their ass," Ashley suggested.
"I have," I said quickly, and Ashley blushed as several girls giggled. Torrie also blushed.
"Listen carefully," I said as I played with Mackenzie's pussy lips. "I'm going to give you a set of instructions, then say 'go.' If... If you complete the instructions in one minute, we'll continue with sex ed; otherwise, we do math." If those girls believed I could stop now, then I was a pretty good actor. "Boys, sit. Girls, I want all the desks pushed to the sides. I want eleven, exactly eleven folding chairs in a circle facing inward in the center of the room. I want all students outside the circle." I looked to see if everyone was ready. "Go!"
Lisa stood up and yelled, "Fifth graders, move the desks. Sixth graders, get two chairs each." Mackenzie started to get up, but I held her in my lap and gently inserted the tip of my finger into her pussy. Lisa was a natural leader because nobody complained and asked who made her boss; they just moved. The eleven fifth-grade girls pushed the desks out of the way quickly while the sixth graders brought the chairs to the middle of the room, each girl except Lisa with two. Then the fifth graders helped open the chairs and position them in a circle. Twenty-seven seconds later, they were done.
I stood up, picking up Mackenzie with me and carrying her with me without pulling my fingertip out of her pussy. I sat in one of the chairs. I motioned the boys to take places in the circle. Casey sat next to me on my right, Josh and Ben sat next to each other on the opposite side of the circle. "Sixth-grade girls and..." I hesitated, trying to make a good choice, "Carrie, take a seat." The girls did, with Lisa next to me.
"Megan, you sit on Lisa's lap." Megan came over and, flushing a bright red, straddled the older girl's legs. I leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "Gently with her, she's very tight." Lisa nodded. I knew I could trust her. I had Stephanie sit on Casey's lap, Brandee on Josh, and Dawn on Ben. Then I told the rest of the girls to find seats. It was like watching musical chairs as the girls rushed around finding a lap. I was surprised when Miranda wound up on Carrie's lap. They really didn't like each other much.
"Okay, if you're on the bottom, your job is to make your partner feel good. If you're on the top, talk to your partner, tell them what they're doing wrong or what they're doing right. Remember, this is not a race; there's no prize for finishing first."
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Gillian yelled "Come in" before I could say a word. The way I was sitting, my back was to the door, so I had to twist around and look over my shoulder to see the door. It was Miss Meyer and Lizzie with her carbon copy, who I guessed to be Dizzy or Desirae. I was a little embarrassed to have her walk in when I had a naked ten-year-old on my lap and my finger in her cunt, but Miss Meyer didn't bat an eye.
She walked over, leaned down, and whispered in my ear. "It's the twins' birthday today, and I usually let a birthday girl choose something special to do. They want to come and visit your class."
I was stunned. I mean, I had a fifth-grader on my lap, but these were fourth-graders. "I don't know," I whispered back, "What would Hoskins say?"
She chuckled and whispered back, "Don't worry about Brian. He won't mind. If he does, I won't fuck him anymore." I was stunned again that she would say that so casually, but it was starting to penetrate that Cherry Ridge had a whole different set of sexual values.
I glanced at Stephanie, who was sitting on Casey's lap. She didn't seem bothered by her sisters being in the room. I nodded toward her and whispered, "Ask her, if she says yes..." Miss Meyer stood and went to Stephanie and whispered in her ear. Stephanie looked thoughtful for a minute, then nodded. I told Josh and Ben to push their chairs apart and told the two newcomers to get chairs and put them in between. They got one chair, and both sat on it.
My finger was still partially in Mackenzie, and I was a little self-conscious as the two fourth-graders looked at it. "So you're having a birthday today," I said stupidly. "How old are you?"
"Ten," they answered in stereo.
"So you're catching up with Stephanie," I said, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the fifth-grader give me a very dirty look. "Okay, begin," I said to cover up. I looked around the circle as twenty hands started playing with tits and pussies. Casey already had a finger deep in Stephanie's cunt, and the twins' eyes were big as they watched. I used my free hand to find Mackenzie's clit and massage it between thumb and forefinger as I tried to push my other finger a little deeper into her vagina. On one side of me, I saw that Lisa was having a little more luck getting her finger into Megan. On the other, I realized that Casey was cumming as he finger-fucked Stephanie, the girl he'd said he was going to marry this morning.
As I looked around the circle, I realized that the twins were dressed and wondered if I should do anything about it. Both were squirming a little on their chair. Tami seemed to be enjoying Janae's finger, and Gillian had Melissa bucking. Ashley was pounding Jenny, Monique had Clarissa almost to the edge, and Kayla was starting to cum on Torrie's lap. As Kayla started cumming, it was like a signal, and the room filled with the sound of moans, groans, and heavy breathing. Even Mackenzie and Megan came, though Lisa and I didn't fully penetrate them.
"Okay, girls on top, get towels and wipe down your partners." I didn't know who did the laundry for the school, but they were going to hate me before the week was over. As Stephanie, Mackenzie, Brandee, and Dawn got up, the twins got their first looks at the boys and their cocks, which were all soft except mine. I knew that Casey had cum on Stephanie, but I didn't think that Ben or Josh had gotten it up again. After the girls had wiped everyone down, I called Stephanie over in a corner and whispered a suggestion in her ear. At first, she looked shocked, and I thought I'd gone too far, but then she smiled and nodded.
I stepped into the middle of the circle and called Stephanie over. She reached up and grabbed my cock, not the least embarrassed to have her younger sisters watching. She rubbed her hand back and forth a couple of times and then let go of me. She walked over to her sisters. "Lick my hand," she ordered. They looked defiant for a few seconds and then did as told. After a few seconds, she came back, her hand lubricated, and started jerking me off for real. As the feeling of pleasure started building up, I found myself wondering when her third-grade sisters' birthdays were.
As I started spurting out cum, she took her free hand and got a dab on two fingers. When she finished milking my cock, she walked over to her sisters. First, she held out a finger to Lizzie, who sniffed at it, then licked it up, then she held one out to Dizzy, who licked it up without hesitation. I smiled at the girls.
I walked over until my shriveled cock was right in front of them. "Girls, if you want to stay, you're wearing too many clothes," I said. Lizzie jumped up and started pulling her t-shirt over her head. Dizzy got up and started unfastening her jeans. No panties, why was I not surprised? I was amazed that my limp cock twitched watching the two newly minted ten-year-olds get undressed.
I walked back to my chair and sat down. "Girls, stand up and everybody to the center." The girls did. "Stephanie, come sit next to me. Mackenzie next to her and Miranda next to her. Jenny on the other side of Josh, Kayla next to her, Dawn next to her, and Brandee on the other side of Casey." I waited while everyone got settled.
"Lisa, come sit on Casey. Monique on Brandee, Tami on Dawn, Janae on Kayla, Ashley on Josh, Torrie on Ben, Gillian on Jenny, Carrie on Miranda, Megan on Mackenzie." I waited again while they settled. Melissa and Clarissa were still in the center. "Okay, you two over here, and I'll demonstrate two at once." The two came over, and each straddled one of my legs.
"What about Stephanie?" Miranda asked, as if she had a cue card.
"Oops, forgot about Stephanie. Let's see." I pretended to think. "I know, Lizzie and Dizzy, come sit on your sister." The two looked startled but got off their chair and walked over. Stephanie turned Lizzie around and placed her on her right leg next to me, and then positioned Dizzy on her left leg. "Okay, we're ready now," I said, looking around the circle. "Begin."
With my fingers, I started tracing little circles around Clarissa and Melissa's little pussies as I looked around the circle. Lisa was telling Casey 'harder, harder' as he rammed his finger into her pussy, and Josh had developed an interesting technique - he was pushing two fingers into Ashley's cunt, but they were on two different hands. I hadn't remembered to warn Mackenzie about Megan's tight pussy, but she seemed to be having fun playing with her clit. Next to me, Stephanie had no trouble working fingers into both her sisters' pussies.
As I started working my own fingers into Clarissa and Melissa, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be trapped by a freak snowstorm at Stephanie's house with just her and her 4 sets of twin sisters. I could feel my cock grow and twitch between my activities and my thoughts. Next to me, I heard Casey cum again. Lisa had her eyes closed as she rode Casey's finger.
This time, Clarissa started the avalanche, yelling "Oh, yeah, baby!"Just like Austin Powers, she started to cum. Melissa came seconds later, and then the whole room erupted in the noises of orgasm. Next to me, Lisa was bucking like a bronco on one side, and the two fourth graders were screaming like banshees on the other.
I had the top girls get towels again, and when Lisa stood up, I was amazed that Casey was hard again. I looked across, and Josh had a nice erection as well. After we'd cleaned up, I had Carrie come out and jerk off Josh, while Miranda did Casey and Tami did me. When they finished, I looked at the clock and was amazed that it was only two. I managed to let every girl give and get a hand job. I figured we'd had enough and should do at least a little real work. So I had the class set the room up again.
I sat back at my desk and had Lizzie and Dizzy come sit on my legs while the class discussed the Revolutionary War. I'd had them all prepare last week to debate the issue, with the sixth graders on the side of England and the fifth graders on the side of the colonies. It was a spirited debate, more so because both sides were naked.
About the time that Lisa was complaining about the colonists' lack of respect in dumping perfectly good tea in Boston harbor, Dizzy started playing with my cock. The two must have been telepathic, because without looking, Lizzie reached down and started playing with my balls. I kept refereeing the revolution but started rubbing their tiny pussies, which were actually a little bigger than Mackenzie's.
This is the way to teach - sit back with a pussy in each hand and let the class do all the work. Of course, it helps that I have a smart, well-motivated class. It wouldn't work with a lot of groups.
Lisa and Gillian almost had me convinced to become a Tory, but Megan was starting to rekindle the revolutionary zeal. I pushed my fingers into the two fourth graders, and they seemed to enjoy it. My cock was starting to grow again, as the two twins switched off their attentions. They synchronized their actions without words, and I wondered what they'd be like to fuck. My fingers started pumping faster, deeper and deeper into their virgin cunts.
Just as their sister Stephanie was complaining for the umpteenth time about taxation without representation, the two munchkins squealed and came. The whole class stopped and stared, everyone knowing what was happening. I turned beet red and told the twins that it was time to go back to their own class. They started to argue, but a stern look from Stephanie shut them up; they gathered their clothes and walked naked out into the hallway. It was only a few minutes before the final bell, so I told everybody to get dressed and let them talk until dismissal.
The bell rang, and eighteen missiles headed for the door, though about half detoured long enough to give some quick kisses. I had paperwork to catch up on, so I sent the boys to the gym to play some basketball, and I settled back to acting like a real teacher with grade books and everything.
The thought crossed my mind that I didn't know how to grade sex ed week. I'd have to ask Hoskins.With what this family saved in underwear, they could send a kid to college. I thought as I felt my naked pussy and the other massaged my cock.
"Hi, girls," was all I could think to say.
Sheri and Jeri had gotten dressed and now they pulled Teri off my lap. "Come on, we're late," they said to their sister. "Bye, Mr. Conners. See you tomorrow," they said to me, and with four jaunty waves, the two sets of twins were out the door.
My boys were standing, watching the empty doorframe with their hands down the front of their pants. I got up, walked over to the boys, and kissed each one, pulling his hand out of his pants. Then I walked back to my desk and got dressed. I stuffed my paperwork into my briefcase, even though I honestly knew I wouldn't touch it tonight. And we left.
Chapter IX Home Work
The boys and I got home a little after four, the boys went in the bedroom to suck each other off, and I was deciding what to do when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and Torrie was there again, still in her girl scout uniform, but this time with a friend. The girl beside her was about nine or ten with blonde hair, cute and short enough to pass for a boy. I didn't recognize her from school. She was wearing a girl scout uniform too.
"Hi, teach," Torrie said with a short wave. "This is my friend Amber. She lives here on the Ridge, but her mom homeschools her."
"Hi, Amber," I said.
"We were wondering if you or the boys wanted to do anything."
"The boys are a little busy right now. And after that, I was thinking of going to a movie."
"What are they doing?" Torrie asked with a sly smile.
"Sucking each other off," I said with a grin to match hers.
"Can we watch?" Amber asked, bright-eyed.
What the hell, I thought, and opened the door and pointed at the half-open bedroom door.
The girls walked across the living room, and Torrie pushed the door open.
The boys were all naked on the bed. Ben and Casey had scissored their legs so that their butts and crotches were pressed together with their heads at each end, and Josh was sucking both cocks at once.
The girls and I watched from the doorway. Torrie's hand moved under her skirt, and then her free hand moved under her friend's skirt. When Amber didn't react, I figured she was a true Cherry Ridge kind of girl, and I slipped my hands under the back of the two skirts and started rubbing the cracks of the girls' asses.
"That is so cool," Amber said.
Josh looked up at the unexpected voice, just as Ben started shooting his load. Some of it went up Josh's nose, and he started coughing. Then Casey started cumming and added to the mess on Josh's face and my bed.
The girls and I started laughing, and that made Josh turn redder and cough harder. Casey evidently decided that it looked funny for him to have his butt pressed up against Ben's, and he rolled off the bed. Ben just lay there and stared.
"Guys, this is Torrie's friend Amber. She's nine."
"Nine," she corrected me.
"Nine," I added. "Why don't you get cleaned up, change the sheets on my bed, and come out and join us?" With my hands on their asses, I guided the two girls out of the bedroom and out to the sofa, which was still made out as a bed.
I folded the sofa up, and we sat down. Amber settled on my lap, and I didn't complain. "I was thinking about running down to Watermelon Mountain for some pizza and a movie. Want to come?" I asked as my hand slid under Amber's skirt again.
Torrie jumped up. "Sure, but I'll have to ask Mom. Can I use your phone?"
I nodded and proceeded with my exploration of Amber's pussy. From what I could feel, it was puffy but hairless. The boys came out, still looking embarrassed. They sat on the floor opposite the sofa and watched my hand move under the fabric of Amber's skirt.
Torrie hung up the phone. "We can go, Mr. Conners." I pushed a finger about halfway into Amber's pussy and then pulled my hand away and out from under her skirt. "Let's hit the road then." We trooped out to my car, and I had Ben, Josh, and Amber get in the back seat, and Torrie and Casey share the front seat.
As soon as we were on the highway heading down the mountain, I pulled Torrie across Casey and down to my lap. She got the idea and unzipped my jeans and worked my swollen cock out into the air. Then she started licking the head. I reached over and lifted her skirt, exposing her ass to Casey, who got the idea and had a finger in her butt and another in her pussy before we'd gone another mile.
From the backseat, I heard a girl's giggle, and Amber said, "That tickles." I didn't ask what tickled; I figured Amber would let me know if she wanted to.
Torrie had my whole cock in her mouth and was giving me an incredible blowjob, and from the whimpering she was doing around my cock, Casey was doing a pretty good job on her pussy. From the back, I heard Amber say, "Suck it," and wondered which boy was going to suck which body part.
Then Josh moaned, "Ben, that feels so good," and I realized that Amber had Ben sucking Josh's cock. Kinky little vixen.
And so it went down the mountain and to the Pizza Hut parking lot. Torrie came twice, and I didn't cum but had a hell of a ride. In the back, I think both boys sucked each other and Amber's barely risen tits.
We ate a giant pepperoni and went to the multiplex to see what was playing and decided on Spy Kids 2. Actually, I decided on Spy Kids 2, and they came along. The theater was empty, so we went down to the front row, and Torrie sat on my lap, and Amber sat on Casey's, and Josh sat on Ben's, and we amused ourselves waiting for the movie to start.
When the previews started, I had Amber and Josh change places, and I slipped my finger into Torrie's pussy. When the previews ended, I had Josh change places with Casey and Amber change places with Ben, and I unbuttoned Torrie's shirt and started sucking her tits.
When the opening credits finished, I had Casey and Ben change places, and Torrie stand up while I slid my jeans down my legs. When she sat down again, I maneuvered my cock into her pussy. It was tight, but slid in easy; I'd been pretty sure she wasn't a virgin. We were sitting there like that when the girl came on the screen. "Damn, she's nice," I muttered in Torrie's ear, and she slammed her elbow back into the middle of my chest. "Don't you think she looks good in leather?" I asked, and then caught her elbow before she could slam me again.
I grabbed her wrists and held them so that her arms were crossed across her body in a makeshift straightjacket, then I bounced her up and down on my cock and nibbled on her ear and neck.
"Pervert," she whispered as she tried to pull her arms free. "You could at least stop watching her while you're doing me."
"But she's so cute," I moaned in her ear.
"Damn pervert," she hissed. "She's only 12."
"So are you," I said as I started cumming. She moaned and started cumming with me. When we finished, I released her arms and turned her halfway around and kissed her. "Alexa Vega may be a movie star, but you're my favorite girl scout," I whispered.
Then I had her go sit on Josh's lap, Casey sit on Ben's lap, and Amber come over to me. As she sat down on my naked lap, I slid my hand under her shirt and started playing with her small nipples. "Have the boys been treating you nice?" I whispered.
"Yes," she said and nodded. I slipped my other hand under her skirt and worked a finger into her pussy. "Did you fuck Torrie?" she whispered.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked quietly.
My finger stopped about halfway into her vagina. "You're only nine," I whispered back.
"So," she hissed.
Torrie was sitting on Josh's lap next to me, and she leaned over and whispered, "Fuck her already, some of us are trying to watch a movie."
"See," Amber whispered.
I gave up. "I can't," I whispered in Amber's ear. "I'm not hard. I just came in Torrie."
"So, not a problem," she giggled and slid off my lap to the floor, my finger coming out of her with a soft plop as she did. She knelt and started sucking my cock. Her tongue worked around the rim of the head first and then the soft skin just below it. I leaned back and watched the sexy dark little girl on the screen save the world. Torrie watched Amber work on my dick and then slid off Josh's lap and started sucking his cock too. I guess Casey didn't want to be left out, because a few seconds later, he was on the floor, Ben's cock between his lips. I leaned over and gave Josh a long, slow kiss.
I felt my cock starting to stir between Amber's lips. I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum today, but it looked like I was going to do it one more time. When I was hard, Amber crawled back into my lap, straddling my legs and facing me. She pulled her skirt back, and I could see my cock resting against the opening to her vagina in the flickering light of the film.
I reached down and used my thumbs to part her outer pussy lips, pushing my cock forward against her inner ones. "Are you a virgin?" I asked her in whispered tones.
She looked amazed. "I'm nine, what do you think?" she whispered back sarcastically. I thought to myself, 'you're nine with a cock pressed against your pussy, how the hell should I know.' I leaned down and kissed her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, and then I thrust my cock deep into her cunt. Her mouth opened wide, but I kept it covered with my own, and gradually, she relaxed. My hands came away from her pussy, and I started kneading one of her nipples and playing with her asshole. My tongue wrestled with hers.
After a minute, I pulled my tongue back and lifted my mouth off of hers. "Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded, a tear running down her cheek. "I knew it was going to hurt, but it still caught me by surprise," she whispered.
"You feel great just like this.""I whispered back. "So we'll just stay like this until you're ready." Next to me, I could hear Josh and Ben cumming. When they finished, Torrie and Casey got off the floor, and the four kids cuddled together, watching the movie.
Amber moved experimentally. She pulled back, letting my cock slide out of her, and then pushed forward again. She gritted her teeth a little, but tried again. I sat and watched the movie, letting the little nine-year-old fuck me at her own pace. Just as the heroes were getting ready for the final battle, I felt Amber shudder and go limp against me. She rested like that for a couple of minutes and then started fucking my rod again. Just as the final credits started to roll, I felt my cock explode, filling the tiny vagina with the very last of my bodily fluids. I had planned to fuck Josh's ass tonight, but I knew his butt was safe for now. Amber started cumming again, and I let her finish until we were both spent, then I eased the little girl off my soft prick and pulled up my pants.
We walked out of the theater, smiling at the cute teenager behind the candy counter as if all we'd done was watch a movie. I drove straight home, and Torrie and Amber kissed all of us goodnight and then walked to Torrie's house. The boys and I walked in, stripped off our clothes, and fell on the bed in a pile. Seconds later we were asleep.
I woke up a few minutes before eight. I'd been so tired the night before I'd forgotten to set the alarm. I'm one of those people who, if I set an alarm, will wake up before it goes off, if I don't, I just keep sleeping. We were supposed to be in school in a little more than half an hour. I untangled myself from the three boys and stood up.
I looked down at the sleeping mass of boy flesh, they looked so cute. I went into the bathroom and took a fast shower, then I came out and woke the boys. All of us had nice new hard-ons, but I told them we didn't have time. I sent the three of them to the shower and listened to the squeals and giggles as I got dressed.
Amazingly, we were dressed and ready to go by ten after. I figured we could hit the McDonald's for breakfast sandwiches. As we walked out to the car, a woman called after me, "Mr. Conners, can I talk to you for a minute?" she said as she walked up to me. I sent the boys on to the car and waited for her. As she walked up, I could definitely see Torrie in her, or her in Torrie I guess. She didn't look old enough to have an eleven-year-old daughter.
"Hi, Mr. Conners, I'm Amanda, Torrie's mom." A picture flashed through my mind of a jail cell and three burly unshaven guys who hadn't seen a woman in ten years.
"Uh, hi Amanda. Call me John," I said, wondering if sweat was pouring off my brow.
"I just wanted to tell you how much the girls enjoyed last night and ask you a favor," she said with a sweet smile.
"Um, what can I do for you?" I asked, not meeting her eyes.
Suddenly she laughed. And laughed. For almost a minute. "You're embarrassed about Torrie."
"Well, I, I..."
"If it will make you feel any better. I took sex ed from Brian Hoskins in the fifth grade about fifteen years ago. And..." she reached down and stroked the crotch of my jeans, "If you ever want something a little older, I just live next door."
"What about Torrie's dad?" I sputtered.
"He has three secretaries and a nineteen-year-old intern to keep him busy at the mill," she said, wrapping her hand around my erection. A new image popped into my head, Amanda and Torrie on one bed with me. I smiled at Amanda.
"No," she said sternly.
"No what?" I asked, confused.
"No, we are not doing a threesome with my daughter."
"I, I..."
"I know how men's minds work. Don't worry, I'm not mad."
"You said something about a favor?" I asked, trying to cover my rising embarrassment.
"Well. Amber gets home-schooled, and right now her mom is away, and she's staying at my house."
"Okay," I said.
"She wanted to come to school with Torrie today."
"I don't know," I said, trying to control the feeling in my groin. "She's only nine, and we're doing the special class this week."
"I know she's nine," Amanda said, releasing my hard cock, "but she's been home-schooled all her life and is doing fifth-grade work. If she was in Cherry Ridge, she'd be a fifth-grader."
"Well, I don't have a problem with it, but what about her mother?"
"Kim went to Cherry Ridge. In fact, she and I took sex ed from Brian at the same time."
"You'll have to check with Brian, Mr. Hoskins. I don't know if we have a policy about class visitations. But if he says yes, I say yes."
"Good. Brian will say yes or no more nookie for him."
"You and Brian?"
"Got to do something during those boring school conferences," she said with a smile and walked off. I had a feeling I'd be seeing Amber shortly, but right now, I was late for school.
We hit Micky D's for sandwiches and walked into the school just as the bell was ringing. I hurried to my room, still eating the last of my sandwich.
"Okay ladies, settle down," I said as I took my place in front of my desk and swallowed the last of my sandwich.
"Mr. Conners, it's so hot in here. Can we get undressed?" Ashley asked.
"It's not hot in here, and you know it, but yes, you can get undressed." There was a flurry of clothes as all my students shed their clothes. I grinned and started shucking mine. I'd just taken off my last sock and was getting ready to start again when there was a knock, and Mr. Hoskins walked in with Amber.
"John, I guess you know Amber?" I nodded. "She'll be joining your class for the rest of the week."
"Okay," I agreed. "Is Amanda still in your office?" I asked casually.
"Yes."
"Have fun," I said. Hoskins blushed and slipped out the door. "Amber, why don't you get a chair and sit next to Torrie?"
"Should I take off my clothes?" she asked innocently.
"Yes, please." I faced the class again. "Class, some of you may already know Amanda. For those that don't, Amanda is only nine, but she's been home-schooling and doing fifth-grade work, so she's going to visit us today." Amanda had stripped and sat next to Torrie.
"Today, we're going to talk about oral sex. Ben, come here." Ben stepped up to the desk. "Okay, Ben, please give me a blowjob." Ben blushed right down to his hard cock, but grabbed my cock at the base and sucked it into his mouth. I took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling and continued the lecture.
"Casey, would you lay on the ground in front of me?" Casey looked confused but did. "Okay, Josh, lay down so that your head is next to Casey's cock and his head is next to yours." Josh did. "Go to it." The boys grabbed each other's hips and pulled the other's cock into their faces.
I looked back at my class. "Now oral sex on a man or boy is usually called cock sucking, giving head or a blowjob. Ohhh," I said as a wave of pleasure went through me.
"Looks like he's doing a pretty good job," Gillian said.
"He is," I agreed, then decided to talk about a serious subject.
"Something I would like you to think about. In most of the country, a boy sucking a cock is gross, but a girl licking a pussy is considered a turn-on. Actually, it's all a matter of taste. Ben would rather be licking one of you right now, but he's doing this as a class project. And getting an 'A' I must add." The girls all laughed.
"The boys are doing what's called a '69'. A '69' can be done with two boys like Josh and Casey. Or two girls, Ashley, would you and Monique come up and demonstrate?" The two girls got out of their seats with a trace of hesitation or embarrassment. They lay down next to Josh and Casey and started eating each other.
I pulled Ben off my cock. "Or a boy and a girl. Ben, lay on your back." He did. "Janae, would you demonstrate with Ben?" Janae almost jumped out of her chair and ran to Ben. She quickly settled her pussy on his face and leaned forward to lick his cock.
"As you can plainly see, a '69' can be done from side to side or top to bottom, whatever is comfortable for the participants. Gillian, do you think you could do something with this?" I asked, pointing down at my still hard cock. She got up and walked to me, knelt down, and started sucking. "Thank you," I said to her and went on with the lecture.
"When sucking a cock, it's a lot like a handjob, different people will like different things. Experiment and find out what your partner likes. Be very careful of your teeth, you can cause pain without meaning to. A lot of guys like having their balls sucked," Gillian took that as a hint and started on mine. "Again, be careful, delicate area."
"The last thing about cock sucking is cum." I guided Gillian back to my cock. "Some people like the taste, others don't. It's a personal preference." Just then, the boys and I amplified my remarks by coming in the various mouths. Everybody swallowed. After I'd finished cumming and Gillian had wiped her mouth and stood up, "You have to admit, this way is a lot less messy." The class laughed again.
What more could a man ask for? An early morning blowjob and a class that laughs at his jokes.
"Okay, everybody, get the desks out of the way and stand over to that side." The class hurried to obey. Then I had a better idea. "Fifth-graders, run down to the gym and bring back some folding mats, boys you help them. Don't bother getting dressed." They ran out while the sixth-graders and Amber kept pushing desks. They were back in a couple of minutes, each two of them carrying a mat. We set them up in the middle of the floor.
Jenny came over to me, "The first and second-graders were doing P.E., they really liked looking at the boys," she said with a smile. Oops, I thought.
"Okay, boys, lay down at that end," I pointed where I wanted them."Okay, sixth graders, lay down next to them." I waited while they picked out their spots. "And Kayla, you lay down next to Ashley on the end.
Now the fun part. "Okay Stephanie, go sit on Casey's face. Tami, you sit on Ben, and Megan, you sit on Josh. Girls, the boys are all soft now, but you can still suck them and try to get them hard." The three girls immediately leaned down and took the flaccid cocks into their mouths. "Next, let's have Carrie on Torrie, Mackenzie on Lisa, Miranda on Monique, Clarissa on Janae, Brandee on Gillian, and Melissa on Ashley. Dawn, you climb on your sister." Then I realized that I'd forgotten about Amber, that left me out. "Jenny, lay down and Amber, you sit on her face."
In seconds, my entire class was busy. I leaned back against my desk and wondered if I could borrow Lizzie or Dizzy, but I'd probably have to take the set and then I'd be odd man out again. "If you're with a girl, when both of you have cum, roll off your partner and wait. If you have one of the boys, if you've cum and he's not hard yet, go ahead and roll off."
I sat there and watched 22 tongues at work. Even the noise of the classroom was stimulating, and my cock grew and jerked as I waited for them to finish. Amber was the last to orgasm, but finally Jenny's tongue did the job, and the little girl sat up moaning. I was surprised that all three boys had cum, but it was early in the day.
"Okay, you've had some fun, and you'll get a chance for some more. We're going to play sex jeopardy," I said as I sat down behind my desk.
"Sex Jeopardy?" Several girls asked at once.
"Yes, sex Jeopardy. I want all of you to write your names on these cards." I pulled a stack of 3 by 5 cards out of my desk drawer. "Quickly." The girls hurried to the front of the room and started putting their names on cards. "Boys too," I said. "And Amber." Those four pushed into the mob in front of my desk. It took several minutes, but finally, I had a stack of cards with all the names on them.
"The object is to get three points in a row. If you do, we have another round of sex ed. I will ask a question from something we've been studying. Then I will pick a card at random. If that person gets it right, the class gets a point. If they get it wrong, we start all over, and that person will suck my cock until the class gets three points or the next person gets one wrong."
"Isn't it kind of to your advantage to have people get questions wrong?" Lisa asked suspiciously.
"True," I admitted. "You just have to trust that as a teacher, I want you to succeed." Lisa didn't look convinced. I shuffled the cards and laid them in a stack on my desk. "One last thing. Any cheating, like whispering an answer or passing a note, and we get dressed, and sex ed is done for the week." I smiled evilly, "And I won't punish the cheater, but the rest of the class might." I laughed my mad scientist laugh.
"Now there is one more catch."
"I knew it," Gillian said.
"Amber and the boys have their names in here too. Now Casey and Amber have been studying fifth-grade work, and Josh and Ben have done sixth-grade, but every school in the country teaches different things at different times. So they may not know these questions, but know a lot of things that you don't."
"And finally, before we begin, anyone who hassles someone who misses a question, obviously isn't ready for this class and will spend the rest of the year in the fourth grade. Understood?" 22 heads nodded in unison.
"Then let's play sex jeopardy," I said in my best game show announcer voice. "Our first question is from history. I'm going to make it easy, a true or false. John Hancock is famous because he was the first to sign the Declaration of Independence?"
"And our first answer person is..." I turned over a card and looked at it, "Josh." Josh was sitting on the floor playing with Lisa's pussy. He looked up startled.
"True," he said, and the class groaned.
"Lisa, the correct answer would be?"
"False," she said, pushing Josh's hand away. "John Hancock is known for signing the declaration in the largest signature."
"Okay, Josh, under the desk." Josh looked totally embarrassed that he'd blown the first question, but got up and slid under the desk and took my cock in his mouth. "Next question is math, in your head, multiply one quarter by one half." I turned a card. "Lisa."
"One eighth," she announced. "And that's one point for our team." The class cheered.
"Science. What two elements are in water?" I turned a card, "Amber?" The class got real quiet.
"Easy, hydrogen and oxygen." The class cheered again. Amber waited until they quieted down and added, "The formula for water is two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen, which is expressed as 'H' '2' 'O'."
"Okay, that's two for the class. One more and you win the first round."
"How many rounds are we playing?" Gillian asked.
"Until the final bell today, with time out for lunch and P.E."
"Do we really need P.E. today?" Ashley asked. "I think we're going to get enough of a workout."
"I'll think about it," I said. "English, name six types of punctuation?" A group intake of breath as I turned over the card. "Tami."
Tami's pussy had been getting double attention from Ben and Megan, but now she looked up. "A period, a comma, a colon, a semi-colon, a question mark, and a..." She looked stumped.
"Ten seconds," I warned.
"You didn't say anything about a time limit," Lisa accused.
"I know, I just made it up," I said, grinning. "Five seconds."
I waited, and just before I called time, Tami said, "A floggle."
"A floggle?" I asked.
"I couldn't think of anything," she admitted.
"Jenny, do you know the missing punctuation mark?"
"An exclamation point." Tami slapped her open palm against her forehead.
"Apparently, Tami agrees with you." Tami got up and walked to the desk. Josh released my cock, and Tami took his place. She didn't hesitate, having had experience with Ben's cock. I looked up at the class and smiled. "And that would be zero points."
"Meanie," Janae said.
"Yep," I agreed. "Next question, Government. Name the 3 branches of the United States Government?" I turned over a card. "And guess what, Janae, you're up."
"The executive, that's the prez and such. The legislative, that's congress and the senate. And the, oh what are they called."
"This could be construed as making fun of Tami," I warned.
"I don't want to be a fourth grader again. The judicial, that's the courts," Janae said quickly.
"That's one for you guys." I felt the familiar pressure building in my balls and tried to concentrate on the game. "Spelling. Spell 'university'?" I flipped the card, "Mackenzie."
Mackenzie was playing with Amber's pussy, and without looking up, said, "'U', 'N', 'I', 'V', 'E', 'R', 'S', 'I', 'T', 'Y'."
"Correct," I admitted. "That's two for the class, and this is a payoff point. Let's see, Sex." I announced. "What are the official names for a girl's pussy lips?" I turned the card slowly. "Melissa."
Melissa stood up and bowed to me, and then bowed to the left side of the class and then to the right side of the class. "The Labia," she said clearly.
"And the class wins round one," I announced and pulled Tami's mouth off my cock. "Okay, Melissa lay down, Mackenzie next to her, and Janae next to her. Then Amber, then Lisa."
"Melissa, who do you want for your partner?"
She hesitated and then said, "Clarissa."
"Ohhh. Melissa and Clarissa sitting in a tree. 'K'..." I walked up behind Kayla and clamped my hand over her mouth.
"Mackenzie, who would you like?"
"Josh," Mackenzie said softly, and I waved him over.
"Janae, who do you want?"
"Casey," She said without hesitation.
"Amber?"
"You," she said with a grin.
"Thank you, Amber, that makes an old man feel good. But it needs to be a student or somebody will get left out."
"Okay," She agreed. "Torrie." Torrie grinned and went over and knelt over her friend's face and settled her pussy down.
"Lisa?"
"Ben."
"Miranda, lay down, who do you want?"
"Carrie." For two girls who don't like each other, they were getting awfully friendly.
"Stephanie, lay down. Who would you like?" Stephanie looked around and pointed at Brandee, and I waved her over.
"Jenny, you're next."
"Tami," she said.
"Dawn?"
I thought for a second she was going to choose her sister, but she asked for Monique.
"Kayla?"
"Ashley."
"Megan and Gillian, that leaves you two together."
I walked back to my desk and sat down, gently stroking my hard throbbing cock as I watched the kids enjoy themselves. I was thinking that maybe I could get Mackenzie's twin back in the fifth grade. Then I realized that I'd never seen her. I didn't even know her name. Or whether they were identical or not.
I watched as the kids gradually finished each other and rolled away. All three boys came again. And Stephanie was the last to cum.
"Okay," I said quickly. "Amber, what's the capital of Sri Lanka?"
"Cheater," Lisa accused. "That doesn't count. We haven't studied that, and you didn't pick a card. You just wanted a blowjob."
"True," I admitted and hung my head. "My only excuse is a raging erection."
"That's okay," Amber said. "The capital is Colombo."
"Hah on you," Gillian said. "I sure didn't know that."
"That's a point for us," Lisa said.
"You said it didn't count," I said and stuck my tongue out at the twelve-year-old. "Actually, I'll give you the point. And from now on, the loser will not be giving me a blowjob. Just to keep things fair."
"That's better," Lisa said with a sharp nod of her head.
"Jenny, come here please." She came up, and I whispered in her ear, "Ready to lose your cherry?" Her eyes got big, and she nodded.I swung her leg over my legs so that she was straddling me and pulled her down. I grabbed my throbbing rod and guided it into her pussy. It slid in easily for about four inches and then met resistance. "Ready?" I whispered, and she nodded again, and I pulled her firmly down. She bit her lip as I smashed through the thin membrane of her hymen. I left her impaled and looked back at the class. From their faces, a few of them had guessed what we were doing behind the desk.
I reached around Jenny and shuffled the cards.
"You'll notice that I'm shuffling all the cards again. That means that some or all of the same people may get questions. Totally random, right Lisa?"
"Right, teach," Lisa said with a funny look at me.
"First question. Science. Which is lighter by atomic weight - Hydrogen, Oxygen, or Helium?" I pulled the top card off the deck as Jenny started moving tentatively on my cock. "Gillian."
"Helium, ask me a hard one."
I looked around the class, "How many of you would like to risk your third point on me asking Gillian a hard one?" No one raised their hand. "Maybe next time, Gilly.
"History next. In the midnight ride of Paul Revere, what was the code for the invasion?" I picked up a card. "Torrie."
She looked thoughtful and then said, "S.O.S."
"Sorry." Mackenzie raised her hand. "Mackenzie?"
"One if by land, two if by sea."
"Very good."
Okay, zero points. Next question, related question. Who wrote the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere?" I picked up a card. "I think I'm in trouble. Mackenzie?"
"Longfellow."
"Point for the class. Math." I tried to think of a question, but Jenny had started pumping up and down, and I was having trouble concentrating. "Um, what is 7 divided by one half?" I picked up a card. "Dawn."
She thought for a moment, her lips moving as she silently figured. "Fourteen?"
Since she was asking, I asked her, "Is that your final answer?" She thought for another few seconds, looking up at the ceiling, and nodded.
"Two points for the class. Payoff question. Sex. What is the official name of a cock, balls, and the sack balls hang in." I picked up the card, laughed, and showed it to Jenny. She stopped and thought.
"A cock is called a penis. The sack is a scrotum. And the balls are called testicles."
"So close, but the judges say no. Casey?"
"Testicles, not testa-sickles," he said with disgust.
"Want to be a fourth grader?" I asked pointedly.
"No, sorry Jenny."
"It's okay, that was dumb." I stuck my tongue in her ear.
"Zero points again." I looked at the clock, ten thirty, we had about an hour until lunch. "History. When was..."
I started cumming in Jenny's pussy and couldn't finish. Everyone watched as I creamed the inside of the ten-year-old vagina, though most probably thought I was getting a hand job. Finally, I got my breath back, sitting there with Jenny's pussy holding my limp cock. "When was the constitution ratified?"
I picked a card, "Megan?"
Megan stood and cleared her throat. "The constitution first went to the states for ratification in 1787. Delaware was the first state to ratify. On June 21st, 1788, New Hampshire became the ninth state to ratify, making the constitution official. Virginia ratified on June 25th, and New York on July 26th. Rhode Island was the last of the thirteen colonies to sign in 1790."
I was impressed, I couldn't have pulled out the dates, and I'm the damn teacher. "Very good, Megan. Point for your team, and brownie points for you. Boys, give Megan her brownie points." The boys moved over to Megan, and Casey put his face in her lap and started licking her pussy. Josh and Ben each started sucking one of her tits.
"I didn't know there were brownie points," Lisa said.
"Neither did I, but you have to admit, she earned them.
Next question." I continued. "Math, pi to at least two decimal places." the card, "Stephanie."
"3.14."
"And another point for the class, and another payoff point. English. In Tom Sawyer, name Tom's girlfriend and did she give head?" I flipped over the card. "Casey."
"Brownie points coming up." Casey said as he stood. "Pay attention, class. Tom Sawyer is a classic study of a boy growing up along the Mississippi. Please note that's the river, not the state. Tom grew up in Missouri. The book was written by Mark Twain, which was the pen name of a man named Samuel Clemens. Tom's girlfriend was Becky Thatcher, who, while Clemens didn't mention it in the book, gave head to Tom and several other boys out behind the schoolhouse. His best friend was Huckleberry Finn, who also gave head and was better at it than Becky. Tom lived with his aunt, who didn't give head but had a thing for whips with the reverend." Casey grinned at me. "How'd I do, teach?" he asked.
"You did great," I admitted. "And you would get some terrific brownie points, except you just earned the third point, and everybody gets to play." A cheer from the class as Casey pretend pouts.
"Okay, Casey, lay down at the end. Stephanie next to him and Megan next to her. Dawn fourth, Mackenzie fifth and Miranda sixth, then Gillian." Jenny was moving up and down on my limp cock, which was making it hard to concentrate, so I lifted her off and gave her a swat on the butt to send her over to the group.
"Casey, who do you want?" I asked.
He thought for a second and then turned red. I thought he was going to ask for Stephanie, but he surprised me. "Amber," the nine-year-old giggled and settled on Casey's face.
"Stephanie, who would you like?"
"Ben." As Ben came over and pushed his hard cock into her mouth, I saw her reach over to Casey and grab his hand, intertwining their fingers.
"Megan?"
Megan giggled and said "Jenny." As Jenny settled onto her face, I wondered how she'd like the cum she found inside.
"Dawn?"
"Lisa."
"Mackenzie?"
"Kayla."
"Miranda?"
"Carrie."
"You've already done Carrie," I said.
"I know," she said, blushing to the tips of her nipples, "I liked it, and I want to do her again."
"No rule against it," Gillian offered.
"I suppose not, Carrie." Carrie was already sitting on Miranda's face and leaning forward to her pussy. At least they weren't fighting.
"Gillian? I asked.
"Tami," she said definitely. Tami blushed but moved to the bigger girl.
"Clarissa, lay down, who do you want?"
"Ashley."
"Brandee, you're next."
"Monique."
"Torrie?"
"Janae."
"And Melissa, you get stuck with Josh."
"Hey!" Josh said.
"I don't mind," Melissa said, and in a few seconds, had her mouth full of erect cock to prove it. And me, I got to sit behind my desk and play with myself. It was exciting watching eleven asses move as twenty tongues licked and probed, and by the time that Melissa came, I was hard again. It was so cute, because Casey and Stephanie held hands the entire time they made it with Ben and Amber. We definitely had a budding romance here.
It was a couple of minutes past eleven, and lunch was at eleven thirty. "Okay, group, we have time for one more set before lunch. But first of all, brownie points, Casey, lay down on your side." Casey did. "Josh, you lick his asshole, Ben, you suck his balls, and..."
"Hey, this isn't the kind of brownie points I had in mind," Casey complained, even as Josh's tongue started working into his ass crack.
"Take it or leave it," I said with finality, but I was going to have Stephanie suck your cock, limp as it is."
"Well, okay."
"Gillian, will you come here, please." When she did, I pulled her down and whispered, "Are you a virgin?" She nodded, so I whispered again, "Do you want to be one at lunch?" Gillian shook her head, and I rolled my chair back from the desk and indicated my lap. Gillian swung her leg over and sat down. She scooted back until my cock was pressed against the underside of her pussy.
She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her pussy and then sat down in one firm movement. I felt my cock rip through her cherry, but she didn't slow down, she just started fucking me. I started playing with one of her nipples with one hand and then looked back at my class.
"Teach, I want to protest," Lisa said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Two things, one, Casey is making way too much noise." Mackenzie and Amber had added their tongues to the group and were working on his nipples, and Casey was moaning loudly from the attention of five tongues. He looked embarrassed as I looked at him, but kept moaning. "And second, Gillian was the only cherry in the sixth grade, and you've ruined her."
Most of the fifth graders looked back and forth at each other and then up at the front of the class where Gillian was bouncing on my lap. "Is he fucking her?" Tami asked.
"Oh, yeah," said Lisa and Ashley together, grinning.
"Did he fuck Jenny before?" Dawn wanted to know.
"Oh, yeah," Jenny said proudly.
"Class," I said warningly. "You can settle down and get another round of sex jeopardy, or you can watch me fuck the sexiest girl in the sixth grade."
"Hey!" The other sixth graders all said together.
"Thank you," Gillian said loudly with a grin.
"I didn't say it was you," I said just as loudly and with just as big a grin.
"Meanie," she accused, but didn't stop fucking me.
Then Casey came loudly and drowned us all out. After he quieted down, Stephanie had a face full of cum which she hadn't managed to catch in time, and Ben and Kayla started licking it off. Casey looked embarrassed that he'd cum on Stephanie's face, he also looked like he wanted to be the one licking her clean.
"First question," I said, and the game went on hold again while I came. Gillian pumped my cock to the last drop and then leaned back against my chest."Let's try again. First question, Math. Turn five thirteens into a decimal. You can use the board." I flipped the first card. "Amber."
Amber stared into space for several seconds. "You can use the board if you need to," I reminded her, but she shook her head.
"Point three eight..."
"Right," I said.
"...four six one five," she finished.
I pulled open a desk drawer and pulled out a hand calculator and ran the problem. "I'm impressed," I said. "I was only looking for point three eight, that's as much as I did in my head."
"Brownie points?" Ashley asked.
"Brownie points," I agreed. "Ashley, go lick her ass. Ben, you can lick her cute little cunt, and Josh, give her something to suck on." The three went over to Amber, laid her on her side, and got into position.
"Next question. Name all five characters in Scooby Doo?"
"What kind of question is that?" Gillian asked from my chest.
"I'm the teacher. I decide what's important. And Scooby's the best cartoon ever made."
The class erupted into a wave of noise as everyone named their favorite cartoon. I heard Pokemon, Sailor, and Tiny Toons, the rest was lost in the clutter.
"Quiet," I yelled, startling Gillian, who looked up at me and mouthed 'Winnie the Pooh'. I mouthed 'Tigger' back at her and looked at the class. I picked up a card and read it, "Ashley."
"Scooby Doo, Fred, Shaggy, Velma, and Daphne. Scrappy Doo and Scooby Dum guest starred, but I thought they brought the show down. It's my favorite too."
"Janae, her ass. Kayla, her pussy. Monique and Dawn, get her tits. Casey, give her a sucker. Torrie, take her place on Amber's ass." I waited while the class rearranged itself.
"The payoff question. I think we'll do science." A couple of girls groaned. "Name the chemical symbol for," I paused, waiting for dramatic effect. I needed a drum roll. "Gold. Gillian, would you do the honors?" Gillian reached down and picked up a card, she read it, smiled, and handed it to me. "Gillian seems to think we have a winner here, Megan."
"'Au'," she said smugly.
"Gillian was right. We have a winner."
Megan lay down, Ashley next to her, and Amber next to her.
"Megan, who's our lucky winner?"
"Casey."
"Casey, come on down," I said in my game show voice again. "Ashley?"
"Ben."
"And Amber."
"Josh."
"Next, Mackenzie?"
"Melissa."
"Carrie?"
"Brandee."
"Miranda?"
"Tami."
"Stephanie?"
"Clarissa."
"Jenny?"
"Gillian."
"Kayla?"
"Janae."
"Torrie?"
"Dawn."
"And that leaves Monique and Lisa. Get to it, we only have ten minutes until lunch bell rings and whatever it is they serve in the cafeteria, the first servings are better than the last." The eleven couples spread out on the mats and started tonguing each other. I got up and walked through the maze of bodies watching, occasionally leaning down and pushing a finger into a squirming butt.
I turned around and went back to my desk and started to dress, at least I wouldn't have to hurry. I pulled on my pants and buttoned my shirt and sat down to pull on socks. Mackenzie and Melissa moaned and rolled apart, both grinning uncontrollably.
I motioned them over while I put on my first shoe. I held it out to Melissa, and she giggled and started tying it for me. "Well, how do you girls like sex ed week?" I asked as Melissa finished pulling the bow tight. I pulled my foot back to me to inspect the job she'd done.
"Great," Mackenzie said.
"It should be sex ed month," Melissa said. "Too much to learn in five days." Mackenzie nodded agreement. I thought about a month of this and wondered if I was strong enough to take it.
I pulled on my other shoe and held it out to Mackenzie. "Mackenzie, I was thinking. Mr. Hoskin's said you have a twin in the seventh grade, but I haven't seen her. Are you identical?" I asked as Mackenzie rested my foot on her leg and started to tie it. She had trouble getting the bows right and started again.
"No, Morgan's a lot bigger than me for one thing, and her hair is darker, and she wears it shorter," she answered as she tied my shoe.
"Better get dressed," I told the two ten-year-olds. Then I announced to the rest of the class, "If you're done, get dressed. The lunch bell is going to ring in about ninety seconds." About half the class scurried to the piles of clothes and started sorting them out. I noticed several who didn't have the same clothes on when they finished as they had when they arrived this morning. Most of the rest rolled apart as the bell rang, and the dressed ones hurried out of the room. All that was left on the mat was Kayla on top of Janae, Gillian on top of Jenny, and Tami on Miranda. As I watched their butts move rhythmically, my damn cock started getting hard all over again.
The six girls came almost together and rolled apart and smiled up at me. "Did we keep you waiting?" Gillian asked with a sexy smile.
I thought about skipping lunch and fucking the little girl again. "No problem," I said. "But you'd better get dressed and get down to the cafeteria." The girls dressed quickly and left, all taking the opportunity to run their hand across my tented out crotch as they went.
Chapter XI Sex 302
I ate quickly and headed back for the classroom. I wanted to make a list of who had done what to who while it was still fresh in my mind. That would help me make it fair for everyone. Fucking Jenny and Gillian was still fresh in my mind, and just thinking about the two girls had me hard again.
I had just written the last name and was going over the list a second time to make sure I hadn't forgotten anybody when Mackenzie came in with another girl. "Hi, Teach. This is my sister Morgan," she said. Morgan was about two inches taller than Mackenzie, though amazingly her waist was smaller. She was wearing a white t-shirt with Scooby Doo fucking Daphne from behind that I was pretty sure Hanna Barbara didn't put out, and a pair of cut-offs that were cut so high it was obvious that she didn't wear underwear either. Her hair was dark brown and tied into two long ponytails that hung down in front to where her tits would be if she had them.
"Hi, Morgan, I'm Mr. Conners."
"I know," she said.
"I'm sorry that we don't have you in this class. I hope you're enjoying the seventh grade," I said, just to keep the conversation going.
"Yeah," she said smugly. "I'm too smart for this class, but poor Mac isn't." I wanted to pull her down across my knees and beat a little of the ego out of her. But I decided to cause her more pain.
"Actually, I've looked at both of your transcripts, and Mac scored three points higher than you on the standardized tests last year, and I happen to know she had the opportunity to go to the seventh grade too, but turned it down." Morgan looked down at her toes and blushed. "Besides," I said, sweeping Mackenzie into my lap and slipping my hand down her pants, "I think that Mackenzie is pretty happy right here in the fifth grade."
"Yeah, she told me that she got to do a '69' with Josh. He's major cute."
"Yes, he is," I agreed, my cock twitching in my pants. "Too bad you skipped over sex ed," I added.
"Oh, we do things in my class too," she assured me. "Mr. Kellerman likes to teach with his beanpole stuck in somebody's pussy or ass, though this morning it was Derek's turn."
"Too bad," I agreed and put my hand on her crotch and worked my finger inside the thin strip of cloth that formed the bottom of her cut-offs. Morgan let me rub my finger against her pussy for a minute before she pulled it out, unbuttoned and unzipped her cut-offs, and let them fall to the ground.
I pulled Mackenzie off my lap, pulled her pants down, and set her on my desk, lowering my face into her slit as I pushed a finger up into Morgan. After yesterday with Jeri and Sheri, and today with Mackenzie and Morgan, I decided that doing twins together was my favorite thing.
After a couple of minutes, my cock was throbbing. I stood up and dropped my pants, then I took Morgan and bent her over the edge of my desk, next to her sister. I pulled Mackenzie down to my cock, and she sucked on it with no instruction. After a couple of seconds, I pulled it out of her mouth and aimed it at her sister's asshole. I let the cockhead rest there for just a second and then pushed inside. Morgan grunted.
"She's never been fucked like that," Mackenzie told me with wide eyes.
"I thought you told me that Mr. Kellerman did you in the pussy and the ass."
"He does some of the girls in the ass, but he's never done me before," she whimpered.
"I'm sorry," I said and started to withdraw. I'd only penetrated about an inch.
"Don't stop," she said. "Please." It's hard to say no to a cute ten-year-old, so I didn't. I started pushing in further. Mackenzie was watching my cock disappear without blinking. I took a finger and inserted it into her pussy. I slowly worked my way in, expected to be stopped any second, but the girl was so turned on that her vagina was relaxing. I managed to get my entire finger up inside of her. I'd just achieved maximum penetration of both girls when the bell rang.
Before I could think about whether to stop or not, Torrie and Lisa walked in, shedding clothes as they went. They saw me at the desk and stopped. They looked at each other and then back at my cock buried in Morgan's ass. Then they walked up to the desk.
"Mr. C, I think you missed the hole," Lisa said.
"No, he didn't," Torrie told her with a smirk, and then started whispering in her ear.
"Really," Lisa said as the other girl whispered. "The first night." Torrie nodded.
I sent the girls and Mackenzie to their seats as I started fucking Morgan for real. Her tight ass felt so good, and I reached around to play with her pussy as the rest of the class wandered in.Jenny was my last student, and I was shocked when Mr. Hoskins followed her in. He didn't seem put off at all to find me with my cock buried in a ten-year-old ass. "I was going to ask you how things were going, but I see you're busy," he said simply, and left. I kept fucking Morgan and tried to focus my thoughts at the same time. Morgan had started to moan in what I hoped was pleasure.
"Tami, would you look at the schedule and see who has the gym right now?" I asked.
"It's us," Morgan said between moans, before Tami had gotten out of her seat.
"Okay, Tami, would you run to Mr. Kellerman and tell him that Morgan is going to be a few minutes late and ask him if we can use one of the locker rooms for a few minutes?" Tami stood up, walked up to the desk, and watched my cock pistoning in and out of Morgan's ass for a few seconds, then skipped out the door.
"Are we going to do some more sex jeopardy?" Monique wanted to know.
"In a little while," I told her as I felt my cock ready to burst.
I started filling her ass with cum just as Tami skipped back into the room. Tami watched me milk my cock in Morgan's ass, then delivered her message. "Mr. Kellerman has a real cute cock, and he said you can keep Morgan as long as you like, 'cause he doesn't like her anyway." Morgan stood up as I pulled my deflated cock out of her ass. Tami held up both hands, palms outward in a placating gesture, "his words not mine. He also said you can use the boy's locker room 'cause he only has one boy, and it would do Derek good to shower with the girls."
"Okay, everybody up, don't worry about your clothes. We're going to walk to the gym and go in the boys' locker room. No talking in the hall or in the gym. Go straight to the boy's locker room and wait for me." I draped my arm around Morgan and led the group toward the gym. As we walked in, I saw Kellerman on the far side of the gym with his cock buried in one of Stephanie's sisters, I couldn't tell which one from the distance. I waved, and he waved back. I sent Morgan over to him and went to the locker room.
I checked to make sure there were towels, then told the class I wanted them to take showers and clean themselves really good, especially their genitals and asses. The shower was big enough that a class twice this size could have showered all at once. They piled into the shower as I watched. I think every girl had a soapy finger up every boy's butt. And I was pretty sure that every boy got his finger up every girl's butt. I broke up the budding orgy and had them get dried and head back to class.
As we went back into the gym, Mr. Kellerman was waiting for me with Morgan. "Morgan tells me that she wants to be a 5th grader for the rest of the week?" He said with an inflection making it a question.
"I don't mind, but I thought you were going to fuck her this afternoon."
"She'll just miss her turn," he said with a chuckle. He picked her up and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Be good," he told her when he set her down, and she followed us to the room.
"Okay, everybody take your seat and settle down. Morgan, you can sit at my desk." I waited while everybody got settled. "Before we get back to double sex jeopardy where the questions are twice as hard." A loud groan. "We're going to talk about one other part of oral sex, the asshole."
"Boys, come line up, facing my desk and lean forward." The boys did. "Girls, I want three lines, one behind each boy. Seven girls in two of the lines, and six in the third." It took them only seconds to get organized. I picked Casey up and set him on his knees on the corner of my desk, getting him high enough that everyone could see him. "When it's your turn, separate his asscheeks like this, and then lick from the base of his balls to the top of his crack. Then go back and lick his asshole. You can try pushing your tongue into his asshole, it depends how tight he is, and how flexible and strong your tongue is. Like this." And I demonstrated on Casey's cute little ass, then lifted him back down. "After you finish, go to the end of the line on your right. If there's no line on your right, go all the way to your left. Okay, go." I settled back and watched as the girls played with the boys' assholes. After the boys were finished, I picked three girls and started all over again, repeated the process until everyone had been rimmed.
"Okay, move the chairs again and sit down in the middle. It's time to play sex double jeopardy." I finished in my game show voice. "Things will get a little different, because if you win, we're going to work on threesomes."
The game went quickly, and soon it was time to assign positions again. "Okay, Tami. You can choose two people and assign them as you please, to your butt, your pussy or your mouth."
"I want Josh to eat my pussy, and I'll suck on Ben's dick," she said with a huge smile.
"Boys, get to it," I ordered.
"Mackenzie, you're next. Two people."
"I want to suck Casey's cock while Morgan eats me." Morgan made a face but knelt between her sister's legs and started licking her pussy.
"Let's see. I believe Gillian is next."
"I want Lisa to eat my pussy and Torrie to eat my asshole," she said, grinning at her two fellow sixth graders.
"You heard her. Amber, who did you want?"
"I want Dawn to eat me while I eat her sister."
"Dawn and Kayla, time's a-wastin'. Next is Jenny."
"Carrie on my pussy and Brandee on my mouth."
"Stephanie?"
"Monique between my legs and Janae riding my face."
"I guess she likes eighth graders because of their vast experience," I commented.
"And last we have Miranda."
"Clarissa licking my cunny and Melissa on my face."
"Very good."
"And that means I'm stuck with Ashley and Megan." I laid down. "Ashley, if you do a good job on my cock, you may just pass math this quarter." She was already getting an A, so it wasn't much of a threat. Ashley knelt between my legs and started sucking the tip, while Megan came over and plopped on my face. Ashley's tongue was already sending tingles through my body, and I tried to return the favor to Megan, tickling her clitty with my tongue. Megan must have been really worked up from the ass-licking session because she came all at once, and I came right behind her. I needed to remember to give Ashley an A in blowjob. I pulled the two girls to me and cuddled with them while the rest of the class finished. Everyone came quickly; they all seemed to have hair triggers after our rimming demonstration. Gillian was the last to finish what seemed to be her third orgasm.
Did I mention that I helped put myself through college by playing cards in the dorms? Not that I would ever cheat for money, but nevertheless, it was no problem to stack the deck as I shuffled the cards. And knowing who was going to answer the question made it pretty easy to determine the outcome.
After I'd gotten the deck ready, shuffling it in front of the entire class, I called Ashley up. "Horny?" I asked her.
"Dying," she said. I indicated my lap, and she climbed up. I leaned back in my chair so that she could sit on my pelvis with my limp noodle between her legs and try to bring it to life.
I'd arranged the cards so that we'd have a long game. Two right answers followed by a wrong one most of the time, sometimes only one right before the wrong, and sometimes several wrong in a row. I knew how not to be obvious. About halfway through the game, Ashley had gotten my cock erect and worked it into her pussy. I think that I and John Kellerman agreed, this was the way to teach a class. I wondered if Ken Wallace in the high school did the same thing.
When I finally let them win, just after I'd come in Ashley's pussy, I had the exact order I wanted. "Casey?"
"I want to eat Stephanie and have Megan suck my cock."
I'd known he'd choose Stephanie; I'd just wondered who his second partner would be. "Morgan?"
"Mackenzie can go muff diving, and I want to get my lips around Josh."
I'd figured to even things up between sisters. "Ben?"
"I want to eat Ashley and have Gillian give me a blowjob."
"Brandee?"
"Miranda on top and Janae on the bottom, please."
"Kayla?"
"My sister can eat me, and I'll hump on Tami."
"Monique?"
"Torrie's pussy and Lisa's mouth."
"Clarissa?"
"I'll eat Melissa and let Carrie get me off."
"And that leaves me with Jenny and Amber."
I laid down and waited for the two girls to come over. "Amber, I'm pretty soft after shooting into Ashley, so your job is to try to get it hard, then make me cum."
"I can do it," she said with assurance. I laid back, and Jenny mounted my face.
As I thrust my tongue deep into Jenny's ten-year-old box, I could feel Amber's tongue and mouth work my cock, but it wouldn't respond. Jenny responded quickly to my tongue, and as I sucked her clit, she came hard. When she finished, I pulled Amber up and cuddled with the two girls, making sure that Amber knew it wasn't her fault.
We played one more round, but there was no winner, imagine that. A few minutes before the bell rang, I had them reorganize the classroom and get dressed. I held Amber and Morgan on my lap while the rest worked. Just as the bell was going off, the door opened, and one of the high school girls, I think her name was Suzy, stuck her head in. She seemed disappointed to find everything so normal, but smiled and told me that Mr. Hoskins wanted to see me for a few minutes when I had the chance. I nodded and told the class they could go.
The roar of twenty-three voices all talking at once filled the room as the girls all left. I made out one comment out of the din that made me smile. Someone, I couldn't recognize the voice in all the noise, said "...get any sleep at slumber parties from now on."The boys hugged and kissed and fondled the girls as they left, until finally it was just Josh, Casey, Ben and I.
Chapter XII Surprises
"I need to go talk to Mr. Hoskins for a few minutes, so you guys go hang in the gym for a while," I told them. They nodded and walked out. I gathered my stuff and packed my briefcase. Just as I was heading for the door, Jeri and Sheri stopped by.
"Hi girls," I said brightly. "Can't talk now or anything else unfortunately. I need to see Mr. Hoskins."
"Mr. Connors got sent to the principal," Jeri said in a singsong voice until Sheri slapped the back of her head lightly.
"Actually, Mr. Connors, my mom and dad wanted to know if they could stop by your house tonight. They want to talk to you." That feeling of panic came back along with a hot bile in the back of my throat, but I forced myself to relax, trying to remember that they had different rules here on the ridge and that I wasn't molesting, I was educating.
"Okay. I should be home all night, unless I run out for a burger or something. And that should only be a few minutes." They smiled and leaned forward and kissed me on the cheeks. One of them, probably Jeri, copped a feel, but since I was still soft, didn't get much.
I walked down to the office and knocked on Hoskin's door. A gruff voice shouted "Go away." I started to turn around when he added, "Unless it's Connors, then come in." I opened the door and stepped in. I was amazed. Hoskins was sitting in his desk chair and three girls in cheerleader outfits knelt on the floor in front of him. Two were kissing and licking his balls while the third sucked on his cock.
"Be with you in a second, John. The girls were just asking permission for an overnight field trip." I watched the three girls work together on the principal. I've always had a thing for cheerleaders in their short skirts and it became apparent as they wiggled around that none of them were wearing the dance pants that normally go under a cheerleader's skirt. My cock turned rock hard in seconds.
One of the cheerleaders got up and walked over to me. She was a blonde with big tits and impossibly long legs. She sat in my lap and took my hand and pushed it under her sweater. I wasn't surprised not to find a bra guarding that huge tit. I was worried that I was poaching on the principal's private reserve, but he sensed my anxiety and said, "Go ahead, John. They need an advisor for the trip, maybe I'll send you."
The thought of being alone overnight with these three beautiful cheerleaders made me lightheaded and I pulled her sweater up revealing her tits and sucked a big nipple into my mouth as my hand went searching for her cunt. "I probably should warn you," Hoskin's said, then stopped as he started cumming. The two remaining cheerleaders took turns draining him dry. "I should warn you, that there are seven girls on the squad and these three are considered the quiet ones." My mind overloaded at the thought of seven of these lovelies. I didn't know if I could handle it.
"Do we get to go?" One of the cheerleaders asked, wiping cum off the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Of course," He said. "Have I ever been able to tell you no?" he asked rhetorically. The two girls jumped up and started jumping around like cheerleaders. The one on my lap jumped up too, my finger sliding out of her pussy. The three girls all kissed Mr. Hoskins, then they all kissed me and in a screaming frenzy were gone.
"One of the benefits of the job," Hoskins remarked as he put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up.
"I assume they could have gone even if they hadn't sucked your cock?" I asked.
"Of course. The girls all know you can't trade sexual favors for anything in the school. They're just happy horny teenagers. They would have sucked me even if I'd said no."
"Who were they, by the way?" I asked, slightly embarrassed to admit I'd been fondling a girl I didn't know.
"I'm sorry. You've fit in here so well that sometimes I forget you're new. The one on your lap was Chelsea, she's a junior this year. The two doing me were seniors. The one with the light brown hair was Kelly and the one with dark brown was Sue. And I was serious about that field trip if you're interested. Mr. Wallace usually goes, but I'm sure he'd welcome the break." He chuckled. "And the girls would probably appreciate the fresh meat."
"I'm not sure how fresh it will be when my class finishes with it," I said.
"I understand. I taught that class for years and usually could barely walk for weeks afterward. He chuckled again. "I see you've added Morgan to your group."
"Oh, oh. Now I was in trouble. "Well, she was saying that she didn't get sex ed because she went from finishing fourth to starting seventh. And Mr. Kellerman said it was okay."
"Whoa. I'm not complaining," He said holding his palms out to me. "I think it's a great idea, and as long as John doesn't mind, I sure don't." I relaxed. "She's a sexy little bundle."
"That she is," I agreed.
"And I'll bet that asshole of hers was so tight that it almost cut off the circulation to your dick." I nodded. Somehow, when I was in teacher's college, I never thought I'd be sitting in the principal's office discussing the tightness of a ten-year-old's asshole.
"Well, you're probably tired and want to get home." I nodded. "How's it working out with the boys?"
"Great. They're a good group."
"Buggered them all, I suppose."
I was shocked for a minute, but stammered out, "Just Casey so far."
"I thought he was your favorite."
"Well, as a teacher, you try not to have favorites, but yes he is," I admitted.
"Good," Hoskins said, though I didn't know why. "I'll be sorry to send them back."
"Their parents will be glad to get them back."
"Oh, you didn't know?" he asked, surprised.
"Know what?"
"They're orphans. So were the others you had."
"Orphans? That's too bad."
"Yes. I believe that Casey and Ben both lost their parents in car crashes. Josh's dad died in the army and his mother had cancer."
"That explains how you were able to get them for a week."
"Yes, I've got some pull with child services."
"Which will last as long as they don't know what you're doing with them," I said with a laugh.
"Actually, Amanda Hayes, the director of child services took sex ed from me twenty-five years ago, so I'm guessing she has a pretty good idea."
"Is that why you wanted to see me? To check up on the boys?"
"Well, that, and to ask you a favor."
"A favor?"
"I was wondering if you would mind keeping the boys a little while longer?"
"I don't see a problem with that," I told him. "How long?"
"Oh, six or seven years should do it."
"Six or seven years?" I choked.
"Take a deep breath," he advised me. "This is a favor, not an order."
"But six or seven years?"
"What we're hoping for, is that you'll adopt one or two or all three." The school board and I want a few more boys in the school. Poor Derek is gay, because the girls started in on him almost as soon as he could walk. The district is willing to give you a big bonus for adopting, more than enough to cover your extra expenses. Plus we have a big house that we'll rent you for the same as you're paying for that one-bedroom apartment."
He shut up and let me think. Actually, I kind of liked the idea. The boys were great and if the district was going to pay me to raise them. And not only that, but they'd probably all have girlfriends pretty soon, and I was sure they wouldn't mind sharing with dear old dad.
"How big is the house?" I asked.
"Huge. Five bedrooms on two acres with a pool in the backyard and satellite television and internet. The district will take care of utilities, all you'll have to pay is rent."
"What if I want four boys?" I asked.
"Four, that would be great." He seemed overjoyed. "Who's the fourth?"
"David. You said he was an orphan too?"
"He is, We could arrange that. I like it."
"Then, I'll do it," I said, but then had a second thought. "I can't."
"Why?"
"The state's going to run a background check. As soon as they do, they'll find out about the mess at my last school and there's no way they'll let me adopt." I felt like a deflated balloon, the idea had been so good.
"If the papers are on my desk tomorrow at noon, will you sign them?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts. The papers will be here. You can sign them or change your mind, I won't hold it against you."
"But..."
"Weren't you listening? The director of Children's services grew up on the ridge. She knows we'll take good care of the kids. Besides, her daughter's in fourth grade this year and she's thinking about moving back. You may have her little girl next year." Somehow the idea of having sex with the 10-year-old daughter of the director of children's services just went against the grain, but I'd wait until next year to worry about it.
"If you have the papers here, I'll sign them. After I've talked to the boys of course."
"I don't think they'll object." Hoskins stood up and held out his hand. "Thanks, John. I appreciate it, and the board will appreciate it. I'll have the keys for the house tomorrow, you can move in this weekend. Then we'll get David here as soon as we can, maybe tomorrow."
"If David comes tomorrow, I think I'll put him in with his class in the second grade. I don't think he'd be ready for tomorrow," I said.
Hoskins chuckled and agreed. "And John," he said as I stepped out the door, "I'd really like you to think about that cheerleader trip. You'd enjoy it. We can find a babysitter for the boys, or you can take them with you."
"One thing at a time, boss, one thing at a time."
Chapter XIII More Surprises
I took the boys to a restaurant and we had an early dinner.Then we went home. I thought about it. It really was going home. I was about to be a father. To four growing, and very cute boys. Now, I was really going to have to work on not treating Casey as the favorite.
I sat them on the sofa. "Gentlemen. I want your clothes to stay on and your hands kept to yourselves. I am going to take you into the bedroom one at a time to talk to you," I said seriously.
The boys looked at each other, then at me. Josh, who was sitting in the middle, said, "Are we in trouble? What did you do?"
I laughed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You're not in trouble and you haven't done anything. At least nothing I've heard about yet. I just need to talk to you one on one, and I want it to be serious, which is why I don't want you fooling around. Okay?"
They nodded. I started to call Casey first, but checked myself. "Josh." I set him on the bed and shut the door. I noticed his hard cock pressing at the fabric of his jeans but tried to ignore it. "First of all, what I'm going to talk about to you, is the same thing I'm going to say to the others, but when we leave, don't say anything. I want each of them to have a chance to think about it by themselves before you all discuss it together. Got it?"
Josh looked confused but nodded.
"I just found out today that you're an orphan." Josh looked a little upset. I wondered if he thought that I thought that made him less of a person. "If you're interested, I'd like to adopt you." Now he looked stunned. "I'm going to ask Ben and Casey too, and David, the boy from Monday."
I was startled to see a tear running down his cheek, then he jumped up and hugged me. "Should I take that as a yes?" I asked, and he nodded, too choked up to talk. I gave him a long, gentle kiss and sent him to the bathroom to pull himself together.
When he came out, I reminded him, "Don't say anything to Casey while I talk to Ben. After I've talked to all three of you, then you can talk to each other." He nodded with a big grin on his face, then put on a straight face that looked like I'd just beaten the kid. He walked out and plopped down in between Casey and Ben. "Ben, could you come here please."
Ben looked at Josh's face and I'm sure thought about running, but walked slowly back to me. The inmates in prison movies walk to the electric chair faster than that. I was lucky I didn't have a bigger apartment. I indicated the bed and shut the door behind him. One good thing about the fear, he didn't have a hard-on to distract me.
"Okay, I'm going to talk to you about the same thing I just talked to Josh about, and the same thing I'll talk to Casey about in a couple of minutes." He nodded, with that 'I'm ready to take my medicine' kind of look. I had to swallow a couple of times, not to laugh in his face. "Mr. Hoskins told me this afternoon that your parents died and you don't have anybody else to take care of you. I'd like to adopt..." That was as far as I got before he hit me with a tackling hug.
I got him settled down and ready to send back out front when he said, "I know Casey's your favorite, but that's okay." I guess I had been more obvious than I thought. I reminded him not to talk to Josh and switched him with Casey.
"Casey, I just found out that both of your parents died. I'm sorry."
"It was a couple of years ago. I'm getting used to it," he said.
"How'd you like to come and live with me?" I braced myself for a hug, but it didn't come.
"You mean it?" he asked. I nodded. "You really mean it?" He asked again.
"Casey, I'd like nothing better than to have you live with me permanently." Then I got the hug. It was more restrained than Josh or Ben, but it was real. I found out later that Casey had been adopted twice before, but it hadn't worked out.
I took him back to the living room and sat him on the sofa. "Okay boys, you all know I want to adopt you. I also want to adopt little David who was in class with us Monday. In a couple of minutes, I'm going to send you into the bedroom to discuss it amongst yourselves. I'm going to leave you in there at least two hours. If you want to get naked and fool around at the same time, that's okay too."
"Mr. Hoskins is helping me with this and thinks he can have all the paperwork arranged by lunch tomorrow." The boys exchanged looks. "So tomorrow before you eat lunch, I'll ask you if you want me to adopt you. You can tell me yes. You can say no without hurting my feelings, or you can tell me you need more time and we'll postpone. Questions?" They exchanged looks again and shook their heads.
I decided not to tell them about the new house yet.
"Two more things I'd like to talk about. One is sex. You are not, I repeat, are not exchanging sex for a place to live. I've enjoyed playing with each of you, and I want to keep doing it, but it's your body and you have the right to say no. Understand?" They nodded, but I decided to emphasize the point.
"If I want you to suck my cock, and you don't feel like it, say no. It will not change the way I feel about you, and it won't affect your allowance or if you can go to a friend's house. If nobody else wants to suck me, I can always jack off."
"Or go over to Torrie's house," Josh put in.
"Or go over to Torrie's house," I agreed. "And incidentally, if you get in trouble and I'm going to spank you and you want to give me a blowjob to apologize, you can, but it won't get you out of the spanking. Okay so far?" They looked at each other and all nodded. When I thought about it, they'd acted like brothers since I'd met them, they should fit in real well together.
"Okay, one more thing before I exile you to the bedroom for a couple of hours." Ben made a good point a few minutes ago." Ben looked confused, not knowing what he'd said. "He said that Casey was my favorite." Casey pumped himself up a little. "He was right. Josh and Ben exchanged glances. "But it's one thing for me to have a favorite when you were going to be here a couple of days, it's another if I'm going to adopt you."
"I'm going to try hard, not to have a favorite, but I'm only human, and if I do, I'll try not to treat him any different. If you think I am, and you come and talk to me reasonably, I'll try to make things fair. If you come and shout and whine, I'll beat your butt till it's black and blue and lock you in a closet for a week. Is that understood?" All three nodded solemnly.
"Go. I don't want to see your sorry asses for at least two hours. I'll call you." They scampered to the bedroom and closed the door. A minute later, the door opened, and they ran out and one by one kissed me. Then they ran back to the bedroom, and peace settled on my life for a couple of hours.
I was watching TV an hour later. Jeopardy was on, and I was having a great day. I'd just about run every question on the board, and the final Jeopardy category was 'Elements,' and the final answer was 'element with the chemical symbol Au,' which was one of the questions I'd asked today.
I'd heard a variety of noises from the bedroom, loud talking, laughing, at least one orgasm. But mostly I was enjoying what could be my last peace for ten years, since David was three years behind Casey.
There was a knock on the door, and I went to answer it. At first, I thought it was a mob come to tar and feather me, but then I realized it was Stephanie's family.
"Mr. Connors?" The woman asked. I nodded, still put off by the huge crowd in front of me. "I'm Brenda Wilson, and this is my husband Mac." A huge man stepped out of the shadows, sticking out his hand. "I think you've met most of the brood, these are Jeri and Sheri, the oldest. And these two are Carrie and Teri. Stephanie's in your class, and I hear that Lizzie and Dizzy got to visit the other day." I blushed and looked the man out of the corner of my eye, but he didn't seem upset. "And these are my last two, Candy and Mandy." The third-graders were identical to each other but didn't look like any of the others. For one thing, they were blondes. "Oh, and hiding in the corner over there, is Megan and Tami, they were visiting Stephanie."
"We've almost always got a few extras," Mac said.
"I heard you have three more on the way," I said.
Brenda looked startled, then smiled. "I guess I should have known I couldn't keep a secret on the ridge. Well, I am pregnant, but the doctor isn't sure if it's two or three."
"If it's three, I'm tying her tubes myself," Mac said. "That would be a dozen."
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I've kept you standing outside. Won't you come in?"
"You sure your place is big enough?" Mac said with a laugh.
"If nobody exhales," I told him back, and he laughed again.
I showed the parents to the sofa and had them sit down. "Girls, why don't you go check up on the boys in the bedroom?" I suggested to give us some privacy.
"Shut the door, but no fooling around," their mother yelled after them.
The opened the door to the bedroom, and Jeri said, "Check it out."
Then one of the youngest twins said, "Look what they're doing."
I guess I probably should have warned the boys. I looked at the parents, embarrassed. "The boys..."
"...will be boys," Brenda finished for me. "Mac's sister in Oregon has three sons, the girls aren't seeing anything they haven't seen before."
"What can I do for you folks?" I asked.
"Well, first off, I want to tell that the girls all think you're wonderful."
"Well, thank you. It's always nice to hear."
"Stephanie says that you're her best teacher ever. And Jeri and Sheri both like you a lot too. Lizzie and Dizzy can't wait to be in your class next year."
"If you keep talking like that, I'll have to ask Mr. Hoskins for a raise."
"You should."
"Since I haven't been here very long, I'm not sure he'll appreciate it," I chuckled."Then I'll ask him for you, and since my family represents a good portion of his student body..."
"That's for sure." And the three of us laughed.
"We wanted to talk about Christmas."
"Well, to tell the truth, I haven't even thought about Halloween yet, and that's next week." I was relieved. I figured they were being neighborly and wanted to invite the bachelor teacher to Christmas Dinner.
"Every year, Mac and I take a vacation by ourselves the day after Christmas. You can imagine how much we appreciate two weeks of peace and quiet with nine kids in the house."
"Especially nine girls." Mac added, and Brenda elbowed him in the stomach.
"Well, anyway, we go away for two weeks. Usually Mrs. Taylor stays with the girls, but the girls don't really bond with her, and Jeri suggested you."
"Me?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You're a teacher, you'll be perfect. Jeri, Sheri, Teri and Carrie are all hot-blooded girls, and after tomorrow, Stephanie won't have her cherry either." I glanced at Mac, and he glared at me. I cringed a little, thinking what this huge man could do to me. Brenda slapped him in the stomach with the back of her hand. "Ignore him. He wishes he could fuck the girls himself, but he'll have to be satisfied with some of their friends." I'd wondered about incest on the ridge, apparently it wasn't tolerated. At least father-daughter wasn't.
"So what do you think?" Brenda asked.
"I don't know, you've caught me by surprise." I stammered. There was a loud female squeal from the bedroom, but neither parent seemed concerned, so I ignored it.
"The little ones are virgins, of course, and we'd like them to stay that way until sex ed in the fifth grade, but with you and their big sisters around, that may not be possible, but I'm sure you'll use your best judgment." Brenda continued.
If I heard right, Brenda just said I could fuck her eight and nine-year-olds if I wanted to.
"As you can guess, with nine kids and more on the way, we have a big place." Mac put in. "Eight bedrooms, horses, a pool."
Talking about their house reminded me about my own.
"There might be a problem. I just agreed to adopt the boys."
"You did, that's wonderful. So the school board is going ahead with their plan." Brenda said.
"You knew?"
"About you, no." Mac said. "But we'd heard that the school board wants to raise the boy-girl ratio a little bit. Instead of 140 girls to one boy, they'd like a ten girls, one boy ratio. If you adopt three, that only leaves them ten to go."
"Four." I said.
"Four?" Mac and Brenda said together.
"I'm trying to adopt four. Those three," I waved at the closed bedroom door, "and another boy, David. He's seven."
"That's even better." Brenda said. "We'd still love to have you babysit after Christmas, unless you think your hands are going to be full with your new ready-made family. The boys can come too. The girls will love it."
"If it's not too late, why don't you ask me again in a couple of weeks? By then the world should have stopped spinning."
We got up and walked to the bedroom door. I opened it, and Jeri was standing over the bed, with her pants around her ankles, teasing the boys with her pussy, while the other girls watched. She had a large purple dildo that she was pushing slowly in and out of her cunt. All three boys stared, mesmerized, with their cocks in their hands. "Look, don't touch, boys."
"Jeri Michele Wilson!" Her mother said loudly.
The smile on Jeri's face faded quickly. "Momma."
"I believe we have had a talk or two about cock teasing."
"Yes, momma."
Brenda held out her hand, and Jeri pulled the dildo out of her pussy and handed it to her. "Do we bring our toys when we go visiting?"
"No, momma."
"You've created three problems. Deal with it."
"Yes, momma," she said and crawled on the bed to Josh's cock and started sucking.
"Mr. Connors, I can see she created a problem for you as well." Brenda said, pointing at my tented-out pants. "If you'd like..." she waved at her daughter's ass. I wasn't sure if she was offering pussy or asshole, but I shook my head. Somehow, I didn't have it in me to fuck the little girl while her parents watched.
Josh came quickly, and Jeri moved to Casey.
"I'm not sure if this is a punishment for her," I commented.
"I'm sure it's not," Mac said.
"You can be sure, we will deal with her at home. This isn't the punishment. This is justice for your boys." Jeri sucked Casey dry and moved on to Ben. When Ben came, she stood up and faced her mother. "Pull your pants up," her mother instructed, and Jeri did, giving me a quick grin.
"We have just spent half an hour, trying to convince Mr. Connor to babysit you girls during our vacation, the way you wanted. And what do you do, you demonstrate just how big a brat you can be. Now the only way we'll get this nice man to watch the other girls is to ship you off someplace. Maybe Aunt Lucy's." Brenda told her child.
"No, momma. I'll be good. I promise."
"You still have a couple of weeks to demonstrate that before we have to decide. Go sit in the car." Jeri hung her head and slunk toward the front door. Candy and Mandy were standing on one side of the bed, playing with Josh's limp cock, while Lizzie and Dizzy stood on the other and manhandled Ben's noodle. Casey lay in the middle by himself.
"Okay, girls," Mac said, "We'd better get you out of here before we have more problems." The younger twins let go and followed their father out of the bedroom to the front door.
"She's your favorite, isn't she," I asked Brenda as she turned to go.
"Jeri, yes, she is. Am I that obvious?"
"Only to me," I chuckled. She shook her head and followed her family out the door. I watched the door shut behind her.
"How'd you boys like to spend two weeks living with that group?"
"I don't think I could survive two weeks of that," Josh said, fingering his limp cock.
"But what a way to go," Ben said.
"You said it," I agreed, as I fell on the bed between Josh and Casey. "What a way to go." I pulled the three boys to me in a giant group hug.
Chapter XIV Sex 401
The boys and I spent a quiet night. I was trying to save myself for the next day, and the boys were worn out from the day's activities. Around 10 pm, we all climbed into my bed together, and a few minutes later, we were asleep, though I did remember to set the alarm.
I woke up around 6:30 am, completely refreshed. I looked at the top of the bed - all four of us were sleeping on our backs, and the bedspread looked like the Rocky Mountains. As I crawled out of bed, Ben opened his eyes, and I motioned him to follow me. We went into the bathroom, I closed the door and started the shower, and then pulled him in with me. I leaned down and gave him a long, slow kiss, feeling his hard cock bounce against my thigh.
"So what were you guys doing when the girls walked in on you?" I asked.
Ben blushed but said, "We were experimenting with ways for Casey to suck both of us. I was sitting on Josh's stomach with my legs open, and Casey was holding my cock down against Josh's cock and trying to suck them both." He finished. "You should have warned us."
"I forgot," I apologized. I knelt down and soaped his body with a bar of Irish Spring. I did a real good job on his cock and balls, though I didn't make him cum. I even managed to get two soapy fingers into his ass. When I finished, he returned the favor. We rinsed off, toweled dry, and went in to wake the other boys.
I told Josh and Casey to wash each other, but warned them not to cum, or I'd beat their butts. Then Ben and I got dressed and waited. Josh and Casey came out a few minutes later, giggling, red-faced but with two huge boners. They got dressed, and we drove to a family restaurant on the edge of town.
The waitress, who looked about nineteen, seated us immediately after very obviously checking out our four tented-out crotches. "You must be Mr. Connors," she said, after we'd sat down.
"I am, how did you know?"
"My sister's in your class." I took a close look at her, but couldn't see a resemblance to any of my students. "Gillian," she supplied. "She said you broke her cherry yesterday."
I looked around, but we were the only ones in the restaurant. "Gillian said you were wonderful," I grunted. I've never been real good at handling compliments, but I was totally at a loss as to how to respond to 'you did a great job deflowering my virgin sister'. I don't think even Hallmark makes a card for that.
"I'm Sarah. It's going to be slow in here until after eight, we could slip over to the storeroom..." she suggested. She was a beautiful girl, and normally it would have been a great idea, but today I had to turn her down. She looked hurt for a second, but then brightened. "That's right. It's Thursday, and sex ed week. You have to save yourself." I wondered if there was anyone in town who didn't know what I was doing with my class.
We ordered, and a few minutes later, Sarah brought us steaming plates of omelets and hash browns of heroic proportions. We finished, and when I tried to pay, Sarah wouldn't let me. "On the house," she told me. "You'll need your strength today." I left a big tip, and the boys and I got up to leave. Sarah came over and gave me a kiss and a squeeze for my cock. "Stop by some morning and we'll get to know each other." I promised I would.
We drove to the school and went to the classroom. Even though it was ten minutes before the bell, my entire class, plus Morgan and Amber, were sitting in their seats waiting. I smiled at them, pulled out my grade book and started marking it, ignoring the class. The bell rang, and I ignored them for several more minutes.
"Mr. Connors. Eager young minds, ready to learn here.""Lisa said.
I closed the book, stood up, and came around my desk. "Somehow, I don't think it's your minds that are eager," I said with a chuckle. "Listen carefully, I have four instructions for you. One, get undressed. Put your clothes neatly on the seat of your chair so they don't get all mixed up like yesterday. Two, move all the chairs to the side of the room. Three, put the mats down the middle of the room. Four, if you are a boy, come up here by my desk. If you're a virgin, stand over by the windows. If you're not a virgin and you lost your cherry in class this week, stand by the back of the room. And if you're not a virgin, but you lost your cherry before sex ed week, stand by that wall. Everybody got it?" Twenty-three heads nodded. "Go." The class scurried to follow directions.
I went behind my desk to undress. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on my desk the way I'd instructed the class. When I finished, the room was arranged, and everybody was in their group except Amber.
"Problem, Amber?" I asked.
"I don't fit," she said. "I'm not a virgin, but I didn't lose my cherry in class. I also didn't lose it before this week."
I pointed her back with Gillian and Jenny. I looked around. I was a little surprised that Melissa and Dawn were in the non-virgin group, but other than that, it was what I expected.
"Sit," I told them. "Today, we're going to talk about intercourse, which is to say, fucking. Now, fucking is what two people, or maybe I should say, two or more people," the class laughed, "do together. It is not an adverb to be used in every sentence. Today, we're going to discuss fucking, and most of us are going to do it. First, is there anyone who does not want to have intercourse with a member of the opposite sex today?" I wasn't surprised when no one raised their hands, but the lesson plan Mr. Hoskins had given said to ask.
"Okay, step one: a boy. Guys, go lay down, please." The boys laid down next to each other at one end of the mats. "Step two, an erection. The erection is a wonderful thing; it makes our cocks stiff and hard enough to penetrate tight areas," several giggles.
"Step three, we need a girl. A pretty girl helps," a couple of laughs. "Mackenzie, come here, please." Mackenzie came over to me, and I stroked her hair. "Step four, we have to get the girl in the mood. Morgan, lay down, please." Morgan laid on the mat next to Ben. "Mackenzie, go sit on your sister's face." Mackenzie giggled but skipped over and sat with her pussy over Morgan's mouth. "Boys, please lick her everywhere." The boys crawled to Mackenzie and started licking her.
"Actually, usually getting in the mood involves making out, kissing, petting, and other kinds of foreplay, but Mackenzie is so tight that I'm trying to get her super turned on.
I left Morgan and the boys to work on her and continued the lecture. "Step five, which most of you can skip, is breaking the cherry or hymen. We talked about girls having a thin membrane that protects their vagina; in order to have sex, that membrane has to be broken. Because every girl is different, breaking it can be different for every girl. I've known girls who didn't even notice, and other girls have cried for hours." The six non-virgins on the side were starting to look a little nervous. I looked directly at them and told them they didn't have to do anything.
"I think the best way to do this is fast and hard. A quick penetration to break the hymen, and then wait until your vagina gets used to the uninvited company." Tami and Miranda giggled.
I laid down on the mat. "Boys, back to your spots. Morgan, back to your group. Casey, you and Josh change positions, please." Casey moved next to me. "Mackenzie, come sit on my legs. Ashley, come sit on Josh's legs. Stephanie, on Casey, and Lisa on Ben." When the girls had gotten settled, I continued. "There are almost as many ways to fuck as there are people in the world, the most common is two people laying together, one on top, the so-called missionary position. While we practice, I want the rest of you to pair up into 69's."
I hadn't moved Casey next to me because he was my favorite, but because he had the only other virgin, and I wanted to be able to coach them if necessary. And he didn't have the only other virgin because he was my favorite, but because he and Stephanie had made a real connection, and I wanted their first time to be with each other. Josh and Ben actually had it easier because I'd given them the two girls I guessed were most experienced. "Begin," I said.
I had Stephanie and Mackenzie lift themselves up on their knees, and Casey and I grabbed our cocks and pointed them at their pussies. The girls then lowered themselves as far as they could go. Stephanie took almost half of Casey's cock before stopping, and I was a little amazed that I got the entire head of my cock into Mackenzie's pussy.
I rested my hands on Mackenzie's hips and looked at Stephanie and Casey. "I'm going to count to three. When I say two, Stephanie, take a big breath. When I say three, Stephanie, push down as hard as you can, and Casey, put your hands on her hips and pull as hard as you can while you push with your cock. Got it?" Both kids nodded. I looked past them to where Lisa and Ashley were happily fucking the other two boys.
"One, two, three." Stephanie and Casey followed directions, and she was sitting, a little stunned on his pelvic bone, his entire cock buried in her pussy. But at the same time, I'd pulled Mackenzie as hard as I could onto my cock. I looked up at her, and there were tears running down her face. "You okay?" I asked her. She nodded, but obviously wasn't sure. "I thought if I did when you weren't ready, you wouldn't tense up, and I'm in." Mackenzie looked down to where most of my cock was buried in her pussy and smiled.
Her pussy was so tight that I wondered if I could ever get her off. I had a mental image of going through life with a ten-year-old stuck on the end of my cock. Stephanie and Casey had started moving, experimenting with his cock moving in and out of her pussy. Ashley was cumming loudly, and Josh was cumming with her. Ben looked like he had shot his load, and Lisa wasn't finished, so I told her to mount his face until her climax.
Casey and Stephanie looked like they were getting close a couple of minutes later, and Lisa had started to moan. So I looked at Mackenzie, "You ready to try?" I asked her.
"What do I do?"
"Lift yourself up so that my cock comes out a little ways, and then push it back in," I told her.
She tried, but made a face. "It still hurts."
"Just relax, we have all the time in the world." I told Josh to get a folding chair and set it up at the head of the mat, then I stood up, taking Mackenzie with me, and moved to the chair. The class slowly reorganized itself. When everyone was ready, I started lecturing again. "Ben and Lisa demonstrated what I want to talk about next," I said, and Ben turned red. I had Jenny, Gillian, and Amber each grab a cock and start playing with it before I went on.
"Sometimes, couples don't cum together. That's nature. If the girl..." I stopped for a second because Mackenzie had pulled me a couple of inches out of her pussy and then pushed back in. I looked down at her, and she smiled. "If the girl cums first, great. Just keep fucking, and chances are, the girl will cum again. But if the guy cums first, he's probably done. As we've seen in this class several times over the last few days, most guys need anywhere from several minutes to several hours before they can get hard again." The girls laughed, and the boys turned red.
"Unfortunately, there are a lot of guys in the world who think that when they're done, sex is over. Ladies, you have the right to get off too. If your lover cums before you do, get him to finish you with his tongue, or his finger, or his nose, or whatever it takes. Sex is supposed to be good for both partners. Yes," I recognized Clarissa with her hand up.
"Why does one cum before the other?" she asked.
"It could be a lot of things. In this case, it was stimulation. Ben was super stimulated because it was his first fuck. Lisa wasn't nearly as stimulated because it was her four thousand six hundred and eighty-third fuck."
"Hey," Lisa protested.
"It can be experience. When I first started fucking girls, I came in about thirty seconds. Now, after years of experience, I can usually last at least forty." The class laughed. "It can be tension. Having a bad day, it may make you cum quicker or not at all. It can be quality; maybe your partner is just fantastic, that could make you cum quicker."
"The point I want to make is, not cumming together is not the end of the world, make the best of it." Mackenzie had started to move in my lap. "Excuse me a minute, I think Mackenzie wants to fuck now." Definitely not something I ever imagined I'd tell a class. Mackenzie had loosened up enough that she was fucking me for real, and seemed to be enjoying it. I sat back and let the little girl do the work and control the pace.
Morgan walked up and stood beside me. "My little sister, losing her cherry," she said nostalgically.
"Big sister," Mackenzie moaned as she picked up the pace.
I put my hand on the inside of Morgan's thigh and worked my thumb inside her outer lips. "Big sister?" I asked.
"She's six minutes older," Morgan admitted.
Mackenzie was moaning louder, and I knew she was close, and so was I. I've seen cartoons where a guy ejaculated so hard he blew the girl clear across the room. I wondered if this was going to be the one. I could feel the explosion building, building, and then I came. Mackenzie came at the same time or pretty close too it. Just as I shot my load, my thumb pushed deep inside Morgan's pussy, and she gasped.My breathing was heavy for a couple of minutes, then I looked at my class and smiled. "What we demonstrated there was coming together. Unfortunately, it's rarer than a lot of love stories would suggest, but it does happen, and to me, when it does, it heightens the experience. I lifted Mackenzie off my cock but set her back in my lap. I gave Morgan a swat on the butt to send her back to her group. I looked around. My cock was dead, of course. Josh's cock was hard again in Jenny's hand, and I signaled her to stop. Gillian had Ben about halfway there, and Casey was just starting to respond to Amber's touch.
"Since I don't want to talk about anything depressing while we wait for four cocks to get hard, we're going to do a little story hour."
"You've got to be kidding. We did that in the second grade," Monique complained.
"Not like this," I said. "And you get to start things off. How did you lose your virginity?"
Monique blushed but started talking. "Two summers ago, I spent a month in Minneapolis with my aunt, and I fell in love with the next-door neighbor. He was thirteen, I was ten. I let him fuck me, and then he still ignored me, except when he was horny. There've been about six guys since. There probably would have been more, but guys are scarce up here, except for Derek, and he runs."
I laughed. "Dawn, I'm dying to know how you lost your cherry, 'cause your sister seemed surprised."
"She didn't know," Dawn agreed. "We spent a week this summer with my grandparents in Washington. The next-door neighbor was a kid that Kayla couldn't stand. Every time he came by, she disappeared. I thought he was nice, not like a boyfriend or anything, but just a friend to hang with. He and I would take walks by the lake."
"One day," Dawn continued, "I was wearing a skirt, and he offered me a dollar to climb a tree. I was suspicious about the way he said it, and I knocked him down and sat on him until he would tell me why. He said he wanted to see my underpants. I told him that I would have been happy to show him, except I wasn't wearing any, so I showed him my pussy instead, and one thing kind of led to another." Dawn shrugged.
"And you never told me," Kayla asked from across the room.
"You didn't like Doug. You would have made fun of me."
"You still should have told me," Kayla accused.
I held my hands up, and the two stopped. Ben and Casey were hard now, and I waved Gillian and Amber away. My own cock was starting to respond to rubbing against Mackenzie's ass.
"Morgan?"
"First day of school. Mr. Kellerman knew I was the only virgin, so he set me on his lap in front of the whole class. He stuck his hands down my shorts and played with my pussy while he talked about World War Two. After almost an hour, he stood up and pulled off my shorts, then he took off his pants and called Derek over to suck on his cock. Then he put it in me, and I cried a little bit, and he sat down like you were doing with Mac and fucked me while everyone took notes about the books we're supposed to read."
"Janae?"
"Photographer when I was eight. I was doing some bathtub photos, and I guess he got over-stimulated."
"Torrie?"
"Ask Ashley."
"Ashley?"
"Ask Lisa."
"Lisa?"
"Softball coach. Got me first, then Torrie, then Ashley."
"Melissa?"
"Gymnastics coach down the hill. A couple of weeks ago. If I try real hard, I can be on his team." I raised an eyebrow at that.
"Carrie?"
"My boyfriend Todd, this summer."
"Brandee?"
Brandee looked down at her toes. "Um. Uh..."
"Okay, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Now, ladies, something..."
"It was my cousin," Brandee interrupted. "The thing is, he's only eight, but he's so damn cute. I kinda seduced him this summer."
"Kinda?" I asked.
"Kinda," she agreed. "I got him to play doctor, and I needed a shot."
"That's okay," I told her. "Ladies, I notice that several of you have lost your virginity to adults. Three by a baseball coach, one by a gymnastics who's evidently still doing it?" Melissa nodded. "A photographer, a seventh-grade teacher. Jenny and Gillian by a sixth-grade teacher, and Amber by a pervert in the movie theater." Amber nodded. "That's fine, but don't let anyone take advantage of you because they're an adult. If Mr. Hoskins says, 'Give me a blowjob,' and you don't want to, then don't. If I say, 'Spread your legs, I need a good fuck,' and you're not in the mood, tell me no. It's your body. You're lucky enough to live on the ridge where they have very liberal ideas about sex, but that means it's a right, not a duty."
My cock was hard, so I pushed Mackenzie off my lap. "Megan, if I say I want to fuck, and you're not in the mood, what do you say?"
"No way, Jose."
"If I say I want to fuck, and you are in the mood, what do you say?"
"Where do you want me, teach?"
"So I guess the question of the moment is," I said, standing up, "are you in the mood?"
"Yeah, baby," Megan said, standing up. She launched herself at me in a flying hug, landing just above my cock. I caught her and supported her with my hands on her ass and my cock rubbing against her pussy.
"Kayla, Miranda, and Torrie on the mat, on your hands and knees," I set down Megan between Kayla and Miranda, and she assumed the same position. "Doggie style, the girl on all fours, the guy behind her." I knelt behind Megan and directed Casey behind Torrie and Ben behind Kayla and Josh behind Miranda. Then I told the rest of the class to pair off again.
I entered Megan in one smooth stroke. She was almost as tight as Mackenzie, but I had a feeling she was tougher, so I only gave her a minute or two to adjust and started thrusting my hips against her butt. All three virgins seemed to be enjoying their first fucks. I fucked harder, wanting Megan to feel my cock deep inside her, and she reacted by pushing back into each thrust. I glanced at Casey on the far end; he seemed to be enjoying the feeling of Torrie's pussy, but occasionally he'd glance guiltily at Stephanie, who was locked in a 69 with Lisa.
I decided that I needed to get Stephanie fucked by one of the other boys right away, to help Casey deal with his feeling of guilt. Megan came hard, and the sounds she was making quickly sent Kayla and Miranda over the edge. Then Casey came. As he pulled his softening cock out of her, he started thrusting a finger into her cunt, trying to bring her off.
I pulled my still hard cock out of Megan's tight little slit and walked on my knees to Torrie just as Ben and Josh started erupting together. I moved Casey out of my way and pushed my cock into Torrie. "Hi, teach," she said as I circled my arm around her waist.
"I missed you last night," I told her as I thrust deep into her womb.
"Mom said we should give you a break," she said.
"Mom was probably right," I agreed. "I hope you're close, because I'm almost there," I warned her.
"I'm on the edge," she told me. And then her breathing got even faster, and I knew her orgasm was hitting. I kept thrusting, driving deeper and deeper, and then felt the wave of release as my cum spurted into her. I milked my cock slowly in her pussy and then pulled out with a soft plop.
I wanted to curl up and take a nice long nap, but I had a class to teach. I crawled to my chair and sat down. Then I motioned Clarissa over and had her sit in my lap. I put her hand on my limp dick and told her that she needed to get it hard if she wanted to lose her cherry this morning. Then I focused on the rest of the class.
"Well, that's five less virgins in the world," I joked, and Clarissa and Tami showed me a pout. "Stephanie, please try to get your boyfriend hard so he can fuck another girl." Stephanie and Casey both blushed, and the rest of the class laughed. "Mackenzie, why don't you and your sister work on Josh and Dawn, you and your sister work on Ben. We need some hard-ons if we're going to make it to lunch today."
The assigned girls moved to their assigned targets, and I found out that Morgan had never sucked a cock, so Mackenzie was showing her.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Three things that I'm going to mention now, and we'll talk about in detail next week. Pregnancy, condoms, and sexually transmitted diseases."
"Basically, none of you want to get pregnant for many years yet. I happen to know that most of you are on birth control, though a lot of you may not know it. Your homework today is to talk to your mother about birth control. Now, one thing you should know is that, no matter how unfair it is, the girl is ultimately responsible for birth control because, duh, you're the one that can get pregnant. It would be nice if the boys share the responsibility, but some won't. So you have to be careful."
"The good news is, you don't have to worry about this class, because I can't have kids," several of the girls said 'aww.' "And the boys were given an oral contraceptive that Mr. Hoskins got from a pharmaceutical company."
"Condoms. Next week, we'll have you practice putting condoms or rubbers on cocks. Erect cocks work best, and there seems to be a shortage of them this week." The girls laughed, and the boys turned red, though my cock and Ben's seemed to be responding a little.
"Last, sexually transmitted diseases. There is a very corny saying that when you have sex with someone, you're having sex with everyone that person has ever been with. Next week, we'll talk about some of the precautions you can and should take to keep yourself and your future lovers safe."
"And one thing, only slightly off-topic. I talked before about not getting forced into sex. Just as a piece of information, boys can't die from an untreated erection." The girls laughed."Seriously, there are boys out there who will tell you they can actually die from getting worked up and not getting fucked, or a blowjob or whatever they're after.
My cock was hard, and so was Ben's. Josh and Casey looked like they were getting there. I told Dawn and Kayla to stop, and had Ben get a folding chair and set it next to mine. Then I had him get two more and set them on the other side of me. Casey had a huge erection now, and Stephanie let go, and Casey came up to sit down. Josh had a hard cock too, but Morgan was trying her best to swallow it, so I had to yell at her. Then I had the three boys take seats.
"Next, we have one of my favorite positions, sitting." Tami had been sitting across my legs, so now I picked her up and moved her until she was straddling my legs and facing me. I told Jenny to get on Casey's legs the same way. Then I had Amber and Gillian mount the other boys, facing our audience. "As you can see, there are two variations. If you fuck a girl like Casey and I are doing, I can kiss, reach her ass to play with it." As I said that, I pushed a finger up Tami's ass, and she jumped. "I can suck her tits, whatever. In the position we have Ben and Josh, it is very easy to play with her tits, or reach down and give her clitoris some extra stimulation. The rest of you may break into twosomes, threesomes or whatever, but make sure nobody gets left out."
I picked Tami up and arranged her over my cock, then asked her if she was ready. When she nodded, I pulled her down on my cock and ripped through her hymen in one fast move. I kissed her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. I felt her sob once. I pulled my mouth away from hers and kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose. She smiled and nodded. I pointed to where Jenny was fucking Casey while he let her do all the work, and she nodded again and started trying to move her pussy around my cock. As she tried to fuck her cunt up and down on my shaft, I wondered if it was possible to overdose on tender young pussy.
Next to me, Jenny was enthusiastically fucking Casey. He seemed surprised when she leaned down and stuck her tongue in his mouth, but sucked on it greedily.
Tami's cunt walls were so tense that she couldn't move. Once again, I was trapped by a pussy. I wondered if I walked to lunch with Tami on my rod, if anyone would notice. I stroked her firm, tight ass and then sucked on a finger and slipped it between her cheeks to her tiny puckered asshole. While Tami kept trying to move on my cock, I forced my finger into her ass to the second knuckle.
"What is that?" she asked, startled.
"Just my finger," I purred in her ear. "If I can't fuck your pussy, I'll finger-fuck your ass."
"Oh," she said, which turned into "Ohhhhhh" as I pushed my finger in further. She leaned forward and hugged me as I moved my slippery finger in and out of her delectable asshole. Then I felt the walls of her cunt start to relax, which was good, because they'd been holding my cock so tight, it was actually painful.
Beside me, Jenny came, and Casey was right behind her. I looked down the row and saw that Ben and Josh were starting to disengage from Amber and Gillian. "Okay, fuck me," I whispered to Tami, and she sat up and pulled her pussy almost completely off my cock and then plunged down again, engulfing it. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as she did it again and again. I felt the walls of her vagina start to constrict again, this time in orgasm. Tami groaned loudly and melted against me, my hard cock still buried in her little cunt.
I pulled my finger out of her ass and lifted her off my cock and set her on the ground. On wobbly legs, she walked back to the mats and sat down. Clarissa had been sitting on Miranda's face while Mackenzie licked Miranda's pussy. Her eyes lit up as she saw my still hard cock glistening with Tami's juices. Clarissa stood and walked to me, without a word, she swung her leg up and straddled my legs, inching closer to my cock. I doubted that I could stay hard long enough to bring her to climax, but I knew I could break her cherry, and that was what she wanted right now, not to be the last virgin in the fifth grade.
I put my hands on her hips and lifted her over my cock, she reached down and pulled her pussy open and guided my cock head to it and then I pulled her down. My cock entered easily, finding no obstruction. She must have broken her cherry sometime before, either in sports or when playing with herself. Taking her cherry might have been symbolic, but it still felt good. As I entered her to my full length, I felt her cunt walls closing in on my cock and thought that I was going to get stuck for a third time.
But then her cunt relaxed. Then it tightened again. The muscles of her cunt were fucking me without either of us moving. I looked deep into her eyes, she smiled, "Am I doing good?" she asked.
"You're fantastic," I told her. If I'd known, she definitely wouldn't have been last. Then she started moving up and down on my cock, and she squeezed those talented cunt muscles at the same time. It was heaven. I wondered if a ten-year-old could get married in Cherry Ridge. She could be the boy's mother.
About three strokes later, I told her "This is it." She nodded, and amazingly, she started cumming with me. I was going to have to find out her secret. As I shot what was left of my seed into her vagina, I lay back against the back of the chair, limp. Clarissa lay against my chest and cuddled.
I wanted to say 'class dismissed' and just sit there with Clarissa still impaled on what was left of my cock, but a glance at the clock told me that it was still fifteen minutes until lunch. I sat up, still holding Clarissa against me, one hand massaging her back, the other exploring her tightly muscled butt.
"Okay, class. If my calculations are correct, there isn't a virgin in the room." Most of the girls and all of the boys grinned. "After lunch, we're going to get back to some more traditional subjects," a general groan, and Monique's hand shot into the air. I put my hand out to her, because I already knew what her question was going to be. "There are some of you who didn't get a morning fuck," a few chuckles, it's not the sort of thing you expect to hear in a classroom. Depending on the availability of erections, we'll try to get you a turn in the afternoon. Some of you may even get a second chance."
"Okay, clothes on, desks set back up and a couple of the mats set up in between your desks and mine." The class scurried to obey. Clarissa started to get up, but I held her in place. "I'm keeping you," I told her, and she settled back against my chest as I watched my class about their appointed tasks, a couple of minutes later, it looked like a regular classroom except for the naked teacher and fifth grader locked together in the front.
When they were all dressed and sitting in their own desks, I reached behind me and picked up a piece of paper. "Since we haven't accomplished anything this week in our regular subjects, there will be a ton of homework. Get out your notebooks." A few groaned as they all complied. The boys had no notebooks and didn't know what to do until I nodded at them to relax. "Ashley, would you take down a list for Clarissa?"
"I can see she's busy right now," Ashley agreed sarcastically. Clarissa sat up, looked over her shoulder at Ashley and stuck out her tongue, then she lay back on my chest. I separated her ass cheeks and started rubbing her crack.
"Fifth graders, English workbook chapters eight and nine, math chapters eleven and fourteen and social studies chapter ten through twelve. Sixth graders, English chapters fourteen, fifteen and sixteen, math chapters four and five, and social studies, chapter twenty-one. All of you, science workbook chapter thirty. Questions?" Most just looked at me, a few shook their heads.
Amber and Morgan were sitting in their desks looking superior, and smiling at everybody, so I figured it was time to burst a couple of bubbles. "Morgan, check with Mr. Kellerman, he said he'd have a list of your assignments that you're missing while you visit." Her face fell, after being reminded that she wasn't getting out of anything. "And Amber, you can ask Torrie's mom whether you should do this homework instead of your home school work or in addition to." And a second falling face. My work was done.
There was a knock on the door, and when no one entered, I yelled "Come in."
A little girl, about first grade, walked in. Her eyes got wide when she saw Clarissa sitting on my lap naked. "Mr. Connors?" she asked, and I nodded. "Mr. Hoskins asked me to tell you he has something for you in his office," she stammered.
"Thank you," I told her, and she left. I looked at the clock, four minutes until the lunch bell. I thought about sending them early, but the lunch lady scares me. "Does anybody know a patriotic speech; the Gettysburg Address, I Have a Dream, Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death. That sort of thing?" Nobody raised their hand. I considered doing part of John Kennedy's inaugural address for them, but thought that Clarissa might detract from its impact.
Melissa raised her hand. "Yes, Melissa?" I said.
"I know the declaration," she told me.
"Can you recite it for the class?"
She stood and took a deep breath, "We hold these truths to be self-evident. That all men are created equal. That they are endowed by their creator, with certain inalienable rights. That among these, are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure..."
The bell rang. "Excellent, Melissa, you get your choice of cocks when we have hard ones." Melissa beamed. "Lunch, go," I said, and the room started emptying. Reluctantly, I lifted Clarissa off my lap and set her on the floor. She grinned and ran to her chair to get dressed.I sat for a minute watching her, then got up and got dressed myself. I had to see Hoskins.
Chapter XV Family To Go
I walked to the office. Hoskins' door was open, so I walked on in. The first thing I saw was David sitting on his desk. "There you are, John," Hoskins said when he saw me. "They just delivered four sets of paperwork and this," he said, using his thumb to point at David.
David giggled and went back to playing with Hoskins' pen and pencil set. I looked at the four stacks of paper on Hoskins' desk and groaned. "I have to go through all that?" I asked.
The old man chuckled and said, "Only if you want to. They've got everything down, and if you trust them, all you have to do is sign in three places per set."
"Where do I sign?" I asked. Hoskins waved me into his chair, and I sat down. He opened the first set for Josh and pointed to a line, and I signed it. He opened another page, and I signed again. And finally, he opened it to the last page, and I signed it.
"Congratulations, you're a father," he smiled. He picked up the stack of papers and set them aside. We repeated the process for Ben and then Casey. Hoskins picked up the last set and put them in front of me. "Do you want to do these now, or wait a while?"
I got David's attention. "Hi David, you remember me?" I asked. He nodded with a big smile that made me feel good. "Do you know why they brought you back? Did anybody tell you?"
"They said you want to adopt me?"
"What do you think about that? I mean, you don't even know me?"
"I think it would be really cool. They said you were adopting Casey, Josh, and Ben, and they were real neat."
"Those papers right there would make it official. I can wait a few days for you to think about it if you want," I offered. David slid off the edge of the desk and came to me. He stood at my side and put his arms around my neck and hugged me tight. The damn chair arm was poking into my side. Then he took my head in both hands and pulled it forward until our noses were inches apart. "Adopt me," he said. I pulled him up on my lap and nodded to Hoskins. Hoskins opened the papers to the first signature block, and I signed. Then the second, and then the final one.
"It's official," Hoskins said.
"That means you're mine now," I said, and hugged him tightly. "And I have a list of chores for you to do that'll keep you busy until Christmas."
He wiggled out of my grasp and slid to the floor. He stood in front of me, chest out, legs together, and threw me a credible salute. "When do I start, Dad?" he asked.
A tear welled up in my eye when he called me Dad. I hadn't really thought about what the boys would call me. Hoskins laughed as he saw me choke up, but I ignored him and ruffled David's hair.
"I still can't believe it's all legal," I muttered.
"Orthodox, no. Legal, yes. According to the state of Idaho, you are now the legal guardian of four dependents. Or at least you will be when these papers get back to Boise and into the computer."
"Four dependents. Man, that's going to be cool on April fifteenth."
"I hadn't thought about that, but you're right," Hoskins agreed with a smile.
"I guess the next step is to get them registered in school," I mused.
"I'll take care of that," Hoskins said. "Just take David to Janet and introduce them. Oh, and the bad news for your paycheck is that David's birthday is on Halloween, just a week away."
"Now you tell me," I said and ruffled his hair again. Somehow I'd always thought of myself as the father of twin girls. Then I found out I couldn't have kids, and didn't think of myself as a father at all, and now I was the father of four boys. Go figure.
"By the way, what stuff the boys had, which isn't a lot, I understand, is being shipped. Should be here in a few days."
I nodded and led David out of the room with my hand on the back of his neck. We went to the cafeteria where Janet Kelley was eating lunch. I got two trays from the line and took David to the table where Janet and Kimberly Meyer were eating. "Hi, ladies, can we join you?" They nodded, and we sat down. "Ladies, this is David..." and I got stuck on the issue of last names. David's name was Warton, but maybe now it was Conners. Did David get a choice? I didn't have a clue, so I left it at David. "The old bat there is Kimberly Meyer, she teaches third and fourth grade." Kimberly made a face and threw a pea at me. "The beautiful one is Janet Kelley." David mumbled hi and attacked his salisbury steak.
"Janet, you have a new student."
"I don't want a new student," she moaned. "I have the biggest class now with twenty-nine. What am I going to do with thirty girls?"
"You don't have thirty girls," I told her. "But you do have thirty students."
The look of comprehension crossed her face immediately. "David?"
"Yep, David," I agreed. "I just adopted him, and you get to educate him."
"She stuck her tongue out at Kimberly. "Nah, nah, na nah nah. I got a boy," she singsonged.
"Guess what, girly," Kimberly said. "You get him for seven months, then I get him for two years."
"Not if I hold him back," Janet threatened.
"There will be no holding back, or I'll promote David straight to the fifth grade and teach him myself," I bellowed.
The two teachers looked sheepish and nodded.
"David, I'm going to leave you with Miss Kelley, she's your teacher. You be good, and I'll see you after school, okay?" He threw his arms around me again and gave me a big hug, almost stabbing me in the eye with a gravy-smeared fork.
"I'll bring him by your class after school," Janet promised. "Meanwhile, David's about to be the most popular student in the second grade."
I was almost afraid for him, twenty-nine girls and him. I wasn't quite sure if that was a dream or a nightmare.
I walked back to my class and sat at my desk to go over my lesson plan. The bell rang, and my students trickled in, the boys last. I noticed from the bulges in their pants that all three boys had grown fresh hard-ons, though mine was still soft.
I stepped around to the front of my desk and leaned back. "I have great news. We're getting three new students today." There was a lot of muttering, and I could tell that everybody, even the boys, assumed it was three new girls. "Torrie, Lisa, and Gillian, would you please go back to the storeroom and get three sets of textbooks and workbooks."
The three girls got up and shuffled back to the storeroom. Lisa paused at the door. "What grades?" she asked.
I picked up a piece of paper on my desk and studied it. It was a spelling words list. "One fifth and two sixth," I told her. Lisa looked puzzled for a second and then smiled. I knew she had figured it out and wondered if she'd tell the other two. "While we're waiting, I'm going to give you your spelling words for the week, and yes, there will be a test on Friday as usual, which only gives you one day to study." I set down the paper I was holding, shuffled the papers on my desk a little, and picked it back up. "Fifth-grade words first." And one by one, I listed the ten fifth-grade words; they usually had twenty, but I was going easy on them.
About the time I finished, the girls came out of the storeroom, each carrying a stack of books. They walked to the front of the room, and Lisa asked me where I wanted them.
"On the new students' desks," I told her and pointed to the boys. Lisa immediately turned toward Josh and dumped her load on his desk. Everybody else froze while it sank in. "Ladies, Josh, Ben, and Casey are now permanent parts of the class. I adopted them at lunch." The room filled with the sound of cheering.
I let them go for a couple of minutes until John Kellerman walked in the door, then I signaled them quiet. "He looked around the room and shook his head, "From all the noise, I thought you'd invented a new position for the Kama Sutra," he said.
"No, the girls just found out the boys are staying," I told him.
"That is good news," He said and walked to each boy and shook his hand. He came back to me, and with mock depression said, "I guess this means that Morgan will want to stay. I'll miss her. She has the tightest pussy in the class."
Morgan jumped out of her chair and ran up and hugged her teacher, her cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. "I'll come back, I promise," she told him. He patted her on the head and separated himself from her. Then with a cheery wave, he left.
"Okay, with a little less noise this time," I said with a smile. "The boys are staying, which means we will have a few rules. There will be no sex in the classroom unless I or a teacher says it's okay. I am talking about boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl, or any possible combination. By sex, I mean hand jobs, blow jobs, as well as fucking. This is a classroom." There were a lot of depressed faces.
"This doesn't mean no sex at all, it means you have to earn it. And this goes for before school and during lunch too."
"What about after school?" Torrie, our cute little next-door neighbor, asked.
"That will depend on how well they take care of their chores," I told her.
Torrie stood up and walked over to the boys. She stared down at them. "You will take out the garbage on time," she said in a threatening voice. I laughed, and so did most of the class.
I sent her back to her seat and continued. "These rules are necessary because all of you young ladies seem to be horny from the time you wake up until the time you go to bed."
"That's not true," Gillian challenged.
"It's not?"
"No, I'm horny when I'm asleep too," she said.
I shook my head sadly and went on. "Okay, sixth-grade words. Would somebody loan the boys some pens and paper, because starting now, they have to worry about the homework too."After I'd given out the spelling words, I gave Melissa a choice of cocks and she chose Josh. Then I paired Casey with Brandee and Ben with Dawn and let them fuck on the mat in front of the class while I taught math. The main whiteboard up front was divided into two sections, one for each grade. I'd have the sixth graders review the work from the last math class while I did a section with the fifth grade. Then while the fifth graders practiced what they'd hopefully just learned, those of them who weren't rutting on the floor anyway, I'd do the sixth grade work.
The three couples were laying there panting when I finished the fifth grade section, so I sent them back to their desks and started on the sixth grade. I had the girls get dressed, but the boys stay nude. About a half an hour later, I noticed that Ben had a fresh hard-on and put him to work fucking Carrie doggie style while the class talked about poetry.
I got hard again as we moved onto science and had Morgan come up and I tried out her other hole. Mr. Kellerman was right about her being tight, but she had nothing on Mackenzie or Tami. I'd have to work out a trade with him.
About the time I finished, Josh and Casey were ready to go, so I had them fuck Janae and Monique standing up in corners while the class talked about current events. When they finished, we went to P.E.
After P.E., we came back and I had the class write a two-page story about any two same-sex persons in the class. Why did I have the feeling that these assignments would put anything in letters to Penthouse to shame.
When we finished, I collected the papers and we had a few minutes left to talk. The boys all had raging hard-ons and so did I for that matter, but there wasn't enough time to do anything about them. Ashley wanted to know if sex-ed week was over or if I had more surprises tomorrow. I just smiled and tried to look enigmatic.
The bell rang and I shooed them all out. Janet brought David in against the tide, and I reintroduced him to his new brothers. Then I sent them off to play basketball while I looked at the papers I'd just gotten. "Guys," I told the three older ones, "New brother, don't break him." They nodded and led him out.
I'd just finished my third story, Monique's contribution about what Josh and Ben do when they're bored, when I felt like I was in the middle of a crowd. I looked up and all the Wilson children were lined up in front of me according to age. Or at least according to grade, I didn't know which of the twins had been born first.
"Can we talk to you for a few minutes?" Stephanie asked.
"I feel like I'm going to get mobbed if I say no," I said, nodding.
"We really, really want to come babysit us," Sheri started.
"Watch you," I corrected after she stumbled over saying babysit.
"We really, really want to come watch us," Sheri corrected with a smile.
"And Stephanie told us that Josh and Casey and Ben are going to be staying and we want them to come watch us too," Jeri added.
"If I remember correctly, the boys watching you, is what got you in trouble last night," I said, and Jeri flushed.
Jeri stepped forward out of the group, "I want you to come watch my sisters, even if you want me to go away first," she said, looking at her toes.
"Did you say that because you mean it, or because you think I'll go soft and want you to stay?" I asked with just a hint of sarcasm.
"Both," she admitted after a few seconds' hesitation, "But I'm hoping for the second one."
"I don't think it would be much fun if, every time I tell you something, I have to punish you for doing something else," I said. "Especially since you seemed to enjoy the punishment.
Jeri grinned for just a second. "I did enjoy the punishment at your house, but not the one when I got home."
"Jeri has to do all our chores," Lizzie said.
"Every Day," Carrie added.
"From now until Halloween," Sheri finished.
Jeri grinned and nodded. "And Halloween night, I have to sit and give out candy, even though we only get a couple of trick-or-treaters. No parties for me."
"Well, if I say yes," I started, "I will want Jeri to be there." Jeri smiled and nodded her appreciation. "And I'll probably say yes," I finished. Suddenly all nine of them were around the desk and hugging me. Somehow during all that hugging, the youngest twins, Candy and Mandy wound up on my lap.
My cock was throbbing as I held the two wiggling eight-year-olds, so I told Jeri, "I think you owe me something from last night." She didn't hesitate, she dropped to her knees and working in between her squirming sisters, she carefully loosed my cock from my fly and started sucking on it. While she did, the others told me all about their house and all the stuff we could do there, and how much fun it was going to be with the boys and I for two weeks.
I'd discovered that the squirming twins, squirmed a little less when held by the crotch of their shorts and was trying not to be distracted by all the other girls with hands down their pants and shorts, including Lizzie and Dizzy when I felt that old familiar feeling and without warning erupted into Jeri's mouth. The youngest twins watched in fascination as Jeri milked every last drop and released my spent cock, then they reached down and felt it for themselves.
I dumped the twins from my lap, zipped up and scooted them out of the classroom, then gathered my stuff and went to collect the boys. On the way home, I stopped at an office supply store and bought them all the notebooks, pens, paper and assorted other goodies they'd need for school. Looking at the credit card receipt in my hand, I hoped the bonus, Hoskins promised was going to be a big one.
We got home and I headed for the bed and laid down, The boys soon laid on and around me. Then I noticed that none of the boys were hard. "What happened to your woodies?" I asked as I slid my hand into Ben's shorts and massaged his soft cock.
"We, ah..." Josh started.
"Well..." Casey added.
"A boy at basketball put their thingys in his mouth and they got all soft," David explained.
"I see," I said. I had meant to talk to the older boys and explain that we had to go slow with the sex stuff around David. Now I was too late.
"Derrick was there playing basketball after school, and he complained that we didn't like him anymore, and..." Josh explained.
"And you showed him you liked him, by letting him take care of your aching hard-ons," I finished, and Josh nodded. "I'm not mad or anything, just remember, you have a brother now," I said, ruffling David's hair with one hand while playing with Ben with the other.
"Okay," they agreed in stereo.
"We were wondering..." Ben started.
"We, uh, saw Torrie and Amber in the gym, and they said they'd like to come over tonight," Josh said. It was looking like he was going to be the spokesman for my mob.
"I don't have a problem with that. I'm beat, but you guys can hang with them," I said, thinking that David and I could go to bed early.
"She wanted to bring a couple friends."
"Who?"
"Seventh grade friends," Casey explained. I only knew two seventh graders, Stephanie's sisters, so I probably didn't know these girls.
"They were hoping we could go to a movie," Ben said.
"Torrie wants to see Spider-man," Casey added.
"I don't think so," I said, "I'm pretty beat."
"Please," Josh said.
"I don't think so."
"Please," Ben said.
"No."
"Please," Casey said. "I'm your favorite," he reminded me.
"Not anymore," I said, ruffling David's hair again.
"Please," David said, just to be part of the group.
"Does the word tired mean anything to any of you?"
"I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Casey said, and the two older boys' eyes widened.
"You let me anyway," I told him.
"I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Josh offered hesitantly.
"You're tomorrow's class project," I told him, and his eyes widened again.
"I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Ben said.
I squeezed his cock, which was getting harder in my hand. "I don't think I could if I wanted to," I told him, taking my hand off David's head and patting my shriveled dick.
"But if you could, you would, and then we can go to the movie?" Casey asked.
"I'll tell you what," I offered. "If I can fuck Ben, and if Ben lets me, and if Ben is a great fuck, and if the kitchen gets cleaned, and if the bathroom gets cleaned, and if the living room gets picked up, 'cause there's kids' clothes everywhere, and if Torrie comes over with friends and wants to go to a movie, then we'll go. But that's a lot of ifs. Sure you wouldn't like to just watch TV."
"Nope," Josh said, taking charge. "Casey, you start working on his cock. Ben, you start in the bathroom, and I'll do the kitchen. David..."
"David's hanging with me."
"David you stay right here," Josh continued.
The other boys either accepted Josh as the leader or found his instructions reasonable because nobody complained. Casey reached over and started loosening my belt while Josh and Ben went to their jobs. David was laying in my arm, probably wondering what the hell was going on.
Casey got my belt loose, and my pants undone, then slid down and went to the foot of the bed. He untied my shoes and slipped them off, then for good measure, he pulled off my socks before pulling my pants down. Then he climbed up between my legs and pulled my underwear down. I lifted my ass to make it easier. My cock was a pathetic looking thing, completely limp. After he got my underwear off, he lay on his stomach between my legs and my cock and balls both with his mouth. It was a big mouthful, but he managed, and now he massaged them with his tongue.
I slid my hand down on David's hip and got to know him. He watched Casey with big eyes while he talked.
"So how was your first day in Janet's class?" I asked him."Miss Kelley," he corrected.
"Sorry, how was your first day in Miss Kelley's room?"
"Great. She had me take off my clothes and show all the girls my thing, like I did in your class."
"Did you like that?" I asked.
He nodded. "Some of the girls wanted to touch it, so she had me lay down on her desk and the girls lined up and took turns touching it."
"Did you like having the girls touch your thing?" I asked. "Which we usually call a cock or a dick."
"Well, at first I did, then it started getting all long, just like Josh's and Ben's and Casey's were before, and it hurt a little when it got so stiff, but then it felt real good. And the girls kept touching me, and it happened again."
"That's what happened with the boys and Derrick," I explained. "Their cocks were all long and hard, we call that an erection or a hard-on, and Derrick put them in his mouth to make them feel better."
"He offered to do it to me, but I thought it was kind of yucky," David told me.
"Actually, it feels real good, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Okay," he said, then looked puzzled.
"What?"
"If putting it in someone's mouth when it's all hard and stiff makes it feel good, why is Casey putting it in his mouth now when it's all soft?"
"That's a good question," I told him and patted him on the bulge of his pants. "You remember how good it felt when it was going from hard to soft?" I asked, and he nodded. I patted his bulge again. "Well, as you get older, that feeling gets better and better. Casey's trying real hard to get me hard so that I can get that feeling with Ben."
"Casey's going to lick you to get you hard, and Ben's going to lick you to get soft again?"
"When you put it that way... I thought. "It could work that way, but if Casey gets me hard, and he's not having much luck, I'm going to stick it up Ben's butt to make it soft."
David made a face, but didn't say anything.
Josh came in, "Kitchen's all clean," he announced.
Casey spit out my cock, rolled on his back and sat up. "Here, you try, I'm not having any luck," he said. "I'll go pick up the living room." The two boys traded places and Josh sucked my limp cock into his mouth and started wrestling it with his tongue. Casey watched for a few seconds, shook his head and went out of the bedroom.
I watched Josh for a little while, moving my hand so that it rested on David's bulge and continued our conversation. "So what else did you do today, besides let twenty-nine little girls touch your pee-pee."
"Cock," he corrected proudly. "Then they took off all their clothes and I touched their things, their cocks, but it was all different."
Josh laughed, which felt good and caused my cock to stir a little, but I lightly slapped the top of his head anyway for laughing at his little brother. "We don't call girl's things cocks," I told him, "because they're so different. I usually call them a pussy. But you can also call it a cunt or a box or a slit," I explained.
"I touched all their pussies," he said. "And Miss Kelley's too," he added. "Hers was a lot different. It was hairy."
"That happens when girls get older," I agreed.
"Then we left our clothes off and did our reading and our spelling. When the bell rang, we got dressed and Miss Kelley brought me back to you."
"And I'm glad she did," I told him, and gave his bulge a squeeze. "You know what?"
"What?" he asked.
"You touched thirty different pussies, and Josh and Casey, and Ben have only touched twenty. So you're ahead of them." David beamed. Josh, with my cock in his mouth, looked up at me with a glaring expression.
Ben came out of the bathroom. "All done. The place is gleaming. What do I do with this?" he asked, holding out a hand towel he'd used as a rag. I wasn't sure it was worth saving, but I gestured to the laundry hamper in the closet.
Josh spit out my cock and climbed off the bed. "Your turn," he told Ben. Ben climbed into the same position that Josh had used and started licking all around my cock and the underside of my balls.
"So you liked showing your cock to everybody?" I asked David, and he nodded. I gave his bulge a little squeeze, then unzipped the fly of his jeans. He didn't seem concerned, so I unfastened the top button and slipped my hand into his underwear. "It's not big now," I told him as my hand wrapped around his tiny cock.
"That's because nobody's been touching it," he told me, though I'd been copping feels for the last twenty minutes. I felt my cock twitch as it rubbed against Ben's nose. Meanwhile, Josh was rubbing the seat of Ben's jeans. Casey came in, watched for a while and then pulled Josh into a hot passionate kiss. My cock twitched again, this time, Ben felt it twitch and lowered his mouth on it. I continued to rub David's cock.
"They're kissing," David told me.
"Yep," I agreed and watched as Josh's hand disappeared into the top of Casey's shorts.
"But they're boys," he explained.
"But they like each other, it's okay. I kiss them too."
"You do?"
"Uh huh, and I'll kiss you unless you don't like it," and I leaned down and kissed David on the mouth. Just for a few seconds, and no tongue, though I wanted to. "Was that okay?"
He nodded and watched Josh and Casey. Josh dropped to his knees, pulling Casey's shorts down as he went, and now he sucked Casey's hard cock into his mouth and went to work on it.
"That's what the boy at basketball did too," David informed me.
"We call that cock sucking or a blowjob. It feels good."
"It does."
"Real good," I told him.
"Would I like it?" he asked.
"Only one way to find out," I told him. I let go of his cock and pushed his jeans and underpants down around his knees. Then I leaned up until his cock was even with my face. He wasn't hard yet, so I lowered my mouth on his cock and balls all at once and swished them around in my mouth, since it had felt so good when Casey did it to me. I let go and looked up in his face, he was smiling, so I went back to work.
As David's cock started getting hard in my mouth, my cock stiffened a little in Ben's mouth. I let David's ball plop out of my mouth as I concentrated on his two-inch cock. It was like sucking on the end of a fat pencil it was so small. I loved it. David started humping my face and I guessed that he was starting an orgasm. Though his cock twitched and spasmed in my mouth, nothing came out, David's orgasm was dry. Intellectually I knew that was normal for a young boy, but in reality it was weird.
I let his tiny prick slide out of my mouth and looked up at him. "That was a blowjob, did you like it?"
His response was to grab my head and tightly hug it to his body, his soft cock rubbing against my cheek. Casey came in Josh's mouth, then fell back against the end of the bed, just as Ben gave up and rolled off me. My cock had grown to about four inches, but didn't want to get hard. I guess six fucks in a day is its limit. Well, five fucks and a blowjob.
The three older boys sat on the end of the bed looking frustrated. I wanted to laugh, but didn't. "Can I try?" David asked. I nodded and he crawled down my body until he was laying on my stomach. He hesitated, then grabbed my cock and put the head in his mouth.
Whether it was the extra stimulation of having a seven-year-old suck my cock, or the visual stimulation of watching the tightest ass I'd ever seen laying just in front of me, my cock jerked. Casey noticed it and started encouraging David. "That's great, keep doing that, he likes it."
My cock was growing rapidly and David, who could only get the first four inches into his mouth, was doing a great job on his first blowjob. "Actually, if you want me to use that thing on Ben, you'd better get him to stop, fast," I told them. Josh climbed up on the bed and rolled David off me. He seemed reluctant to let go, and his teeth scraped the underside of my cock as it slipped out of his mouth, but the pain didn't do anything to diminish the proud hard cock that stuck straight into the air. "What do you think, Ben?" I asked. "Still want to lose your cherry?"
Ben looked nervous, but glanced over at Casey, who nodded. Ben looked back at me and nodded. "Get him ready," I told the other two boys. Josh and Casey started taking turns, enthusiastically licking Ben's crack and asshole as I slid off the bed. I walked over to them and laid Ben on his back on the bed, then I lifted his legs straight in the air, spread them apart, and pushed them back until his knees straddled his head.
"Isn't that a beautiful sight?" I asked the two boys. Casey nodded, but Josh looked like he wasn't so sure.
My cock was still wet and slippery with the saliva of the four boys, so I guided it to Ben's ass and pushed forward, feeling the head slip in easily. "You're good and tight, just the way I like it," I told him and pushed steadily forward. Ben seemed unsure about whether he liked the intrusion or not, but not in pain. I slid in until I felt my balls bouncing off his cheeks, then I relaxed. I leaned down and kissed him, "You're doing great," I told him. "Just relax and try to enjoy it. Some guys love getting cornholed, some hate it. Just relax and try it, then decide," I told him, then kissed him again.
I started sliding my hard shaft in and out of his skinny little butt. Beside me, I saw Josh slide his cock between Casey's legs and hump him from behind. David watched with a huge grin on his face. It felt so good fucking Ben's ass that I forgot how tired I was. I was looking forward to Amber, Torrie and Torrie's friends coming over, even if I couldn't get it up. Which I probably couldn't.
As I fucked, I slipped into my own fantasy world. I imagined going to sleep every night with my cock buried in a tight ass.Waking up in the morning and taking one of the boys in the shower. Then my pick of the ten, eleven, and twelve-year-old girls for a morning and afternoon snack. Maybe something a little older after school. In the evenings, one of the boys would have a girlfriend over that I could borrow, or maybe even one of the moms just for variety. I wondered just how long I could keep up the pace.
And mustn't forget cheerleader field trips and Christmas vacation with the Wilsons. I tried to imagine a squirmy shower with Mandy, Candy, Lizzie, and Dizzy. I made a mental note to start taking vitamins, especially E.
"You started the party without us." A voice broke into my thoughts. I looked at the bedroom door, and Torrie and Amanda were standing there with two girls I'd seen but didn't know behind them.
"Um, uh, I..." was all I could say. Mentally, I knew there was nothing wrong, but emotionally, I'd just been caught with my cock in an eleven-year-old boy's butt. My cock reacted the way that cocks do in those circumstances - it shriveled up and went limp.
"Uh, hi girls," I said as I pulled my limp noodle out of Ben's ass.
"David let us in," Torrie told me, and I noticed him standing behind the group. I needed to have a talk with him about not surprising daddy. Though in his defense, I'd been so wrapped up in my fantasy that I hadn't heard the knock.
Torrie was wearing her hot little girl scout uniform, and so was one of the older girls behind her. Mental note: send a contribution to the girl scouts. The other girl was wearing cut-off jeans and a halter top, even though the weather outside was typical for Idaho in October, which is to say cold. Amber was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved turtleneck. One of the new girls was a blonde, the other had hair completely black. The blonde wore her hair to her shoulders, the other's was halfway down her back.
"Oh, this is Mindy," Torrie said, pointing to the slightly taller blonde. "And this is her sister Michelle, but everybody calls her Mikey," she said with a wave to the brunette.
"More twins?" I asked, noting the obvious family resemblance.
"Cousins," the two girls said in stereo.
"Our moms are sisters," Mindy explained.
"And our dads are brothers," Mikey added. With genes like that, I guess there had to be a resemblance.
"The really weird thing is," Torrie started, "They both have sisters in tenth grade who look exactly like each other, but nothing like the rest of the family. Annnnd..." she said to draw out the suspense. "...they both have sisters in the second grade who look like each other, but not like the rest of the family," she finished with a smile.
I was beginning to feel like I'd stepped into the Twilight Zone. I tried to remember if any of my friends in college had been into the genetics scene. There was the Wilson's popping out identical twins every time Mac looked at his wife, and this family who were taking the whole Patty Duke/identical cousins thing to new extremes.
I stepped past Torrie to Mindy and slid my hand under her skirt. She looked surprised.
"Just checking. Is there a girl scout rule about not wearing underwear?" I asked.
"No, it just makes it easier to get to the good part of troop meetings," Mindy told me.
"And what's the good part?" I asked without moving my hand.
"That's a troop secret," she whispered with a giggle.
"Better be careful, teach," Torrie told me. "Mindy's a nymphomaniac."
"You are?" I asked surprised. "How do you know?"
"Cause I always just gotta have something in my pussy. A cock, a finger, a tongue, the handle of a hairbrush. Mr. Kellerman says I'm insatiable. And I hold the troop record for multiple orgasms," she added proudly.
"Is there any other troop in the world that has such a record?" I wondered.
"Probably," Torrie supplied. "Girls get just as horny as guys. But I'll bet no other troop has the record on a poster with a picture in the troop building."
"I'll give you that one," I agreed as I penetrated Mindy with my finger. I reached back with my other hand for Mikey's crotch, but she wasn't there. I looked around, and she, Torrie, and Amber were all on their knees around David, cooing and touching his cock, which had gotten hard again. I looked back at the bed and saw the other three boys staring daggers at their new younger brother as the girls fussed over him.
I pulled my finger out of her pussy, and she pouted. "Guys, lay down, side by side," they did, and I pointed at them. "There you go, Mindy, three cocks, just for you." She grinned and practically jumped on top of Ben. Her skirt covered the action, but from the look on his face, I knew when she guided him into her. I stepped behind Mikey and Torrie and massaged their tits through their clothes. Ben came, and Mindy moved over to Josh. The other girls were busy covering David's crotch and cock with kisses.
"Can he cum?" Amber asked.
"He can climax," I told her, "but he's shooting blanks." Whether that decided her or whether she just decided it was time, Amber leaned forward and took his tiny cock into her mouth. A minute later, David had proved me right. Mikey leaned in and started sucking his limp cock, trying to make it grow. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Mindy climbing off Josh and moving to Casey.
I was starting to get hard again and wondering just where I wanted to put it when Torrie looked up at me and said, "My mom wants you to call her."
I wish people wouldn't say things like that at the orgies. I still had trouble believing that parents weren't going to swoop down with hot tar and feathers. My cock retreated. I went to the living room to get the phone. I started to ask Torrie what her number was, but saw that she had her mouth full of David's cock. Mindy was behind him, apparently licking his asshole, and Amber was kissing his chest and face.
I opened my briefcase and pulled out my class list; I had all the phone numbers there. I looked up Torrie's number, seeing several others I wouldn't mind inviting to the orgy. I called her mom.
"Amanda?" I asked when she answered. "It's John Conners. Torrie said you wanted me to call."
"Hi, John, and which pussy do you have your cock buried in?" she asked brightly.
"None, if you can believe that. Mindy has just finished fucking all three older boys, and Torrie, Mikey, and Amber are giving my new one a tongue bath. They think he's cute."
"Well, if you're lonely, I could be there in less than five minutes. Jack was interviewing new secretaries today and is all fucked out."
"Oh well, just a thought. The reason I asked Torrie to have you give me a call is, she said you were taking all of them to a movie tonight."
"Well, she hasn't asked me anything yet," I said loudly. With her mouth still full of David's cock, Torrie turned her head slightly and looked at me with one eye and shrugged. "And she's not going real soon because she has her mouth full."
"Let me guess," Amanda chuckled. "Does it involve the appendage of a young boy?"
"I've always heard that mothers were part psychic."
"Anyway. If my daughter gets around to asking you her question, what are you going to say?"
"Yes."
"She is hard to say no to."
"That she is," Torrie turned and looked at me with one eye again.
"I figured as much. I was wondering if you'd like to borrow my van. While the kids might enjoy squeezing the eight of them into your small car, but driving would not be fun for you."
"Thanks, I'll take you up on that. I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admitted. "I guess I'll have to think about getting a van of my own now that I have four kids and assorted stowaways."
"I'll bring the keys over," she promised and hung up.
I figured that even though Amanda was totally cool about her daughter's sex life, it wouldn't hurt to be dressed when she got here. I walked through the bedroom. David was coming again, this time in Torrie's mouth. Mindy was riding Josh's face while Casey and Ben each worked on a tit. As I passed the bed, I wet a finger and slipped it up her ass. She moaned, smiling at me over her shoulder.
I pulled clean underwear and jeans out of my dresser. I know that underwear doesn't seem in much use on the ridge, but I'd been wearing it too many years to just give it up. Besides, cocks and zippers, there's been too many jokes over the years for me to want to become one.
I was just putting on my shoes when there was a knock on the door. I walked out into the living room to open it. Naturally, it was Amanda. "Hi, come on in," I said, leading her into the living room. She looked horny. I was sorry that her husband was no help, but I had a date with her daughter.
"Attention, troops!" I bellowed. "Front and center. Line up for inspection. Boys on my right and girls on my left."
There were scurrying sounds from the bedroom, and the girls rushed out and lined up. Ben stuck his head out the door, "We're..."
"I know," I told him. "Line up." The boys ran out of the bedroom and lined up. Not only were they naked, but Ben had grown a new erection. "Boys, this is Torrie's mom, Amanda. Amanda, this is Casey, Josh, Ben, and David." She walked down the line, shaking each boy's hand. I had the feeling she wanted to shake something else, but she was being a mom. She was practically panting.
"Boys," I said to the oldest three. "Why don't you show Amanda the bedroom?" The boys looked confused, but obeyed. Amanda got the message right away and smiled a thank you. The three boys led her into the bedroom, and she pulled the door closed behind them. I sat on the back of the sofa and pulled David onto my leg. "Having fun?" I asked him, and he nodded enthusiastically.
"What's my mom doing in there?" Torrie asked.
"I have no idea," I told her innocently. "I'm out here with you.""If she had no idea, then she was going to fail sex ed.
We listened to the muffled sounds of grunts, groans, and the bed for about twenty minutes, then the four of them came out. Amanda handed me the keys with a large smile. "I think I'm trading Jack in for a younger model," she whispered. She looked at the girls. "You girls do everything Mr. Conners says. And I mean everything," she said as she left.
"Guys, you better get dressed. Girls, go help them. And I mean help them get dressed. Torrie, stay here please." When the others had gone into the bedroom and closed the door, I sat Torrie on my lap and reached under her skirt, starting to play with her pussy. "Like that?" I asked, and she nodded. I worked my finger into her hot, wet pussy. "How about that?" She nodded again, almost violently. "What would your mom say if she came in and saw my finger fucking you?"
"Nothing," Torrie moaned. "You're my teacher."
"How about if she comes home some afternoon and finds you with Ben's cock in your ass and Josh's cock in your pussy. What's she going to say?"
"She'd probably ask the boys if they wanted something to drink, and ask me if I had any homework."
"So sex is good, and your mom is cool about you having sex."
"Uh, yeah."
"In the whole country, how many moms are so cool about their twelve-year-old daughter's sex?"
"Not many, I guess."
"Not many is right."
"If a thousand moms outside of the ridge caught their twelve-year-old daughters having sex tonight, with one boy, how many would be cool?"
"Two hundred," Torrie guessed.
"My guess, and it's only a guess, I admit. Five hundred would scream and shout, maybe hit both the boy and girl. Three hundred would scream and shout, maybe hit just the girl after the boy left. One hundred would cry and moan and wonder what they did wrong raising their daughters. Fifty would have the boy arrested, forty would probably ship their girls off to boarding schools, all-girl boarding schools or distant relatives. How many does that leave for cool?"
"Ten."
"And if anything, I'm overestimating the coolness factor."
"What does this have to do with anything? I know that the ridge has different attitudes about sex."
"The point is, young lady, you think those attitudes only apply to you."
"No, I don't," she defended herself.
"Then what were those looks you were giving your mom after she fucked the boys?"
"She fucked all of them?"
"Well, Ben was the only one with a hard-on when they went in, but I'm guessing that she fucked all three. You didn't give Mindy a dirty look for fucking all three."
"But she's mom."
"So it's okay for Torrie to fuck anything with a cock, but not mom. How do you like it when adults can do something but you can't?"
"I don't," she admitted.
"But you can do sex, and she can't."
"She has dad. They do it all the time. Hell, they do it on the rug in the living room while my friends and I watch TV. And she has other guys too."
"Okay, you don't mind her having sex, you just don't want her to have twelve-year-olds."
"It's not right."
"Well, I have sex with you. I'm an adult. Is that right?"
"You're a teacher."
"What about your dad, does he ever mess with your friends?"
"Yeah. He's been finger-fucking Mindy since she was eleven. I think he fucks her too."
"I wouldn't be surprised. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, Mindy loves it."
"So young stuff is okay for your dad and not your mom?"
"I guess so, I don't know. I'm confused."
I pulled my finger out of her pussy and stuck it in her mouth. "Maybe you'd better think about it. You're a smart girl, Torrie, you'll figure it out."
I stood up, and Torrie had to jump to avoid being spilled on the floor. "Does everybody fuck everybody in our town?" she asked.
"No," I told her. "There's some people who only fuck their wives or husbands. And there's the matter of likes and dislikes. Think of all your friends, how many fathers are there?"
"About thirty."
"Do you want to fuck all thirty of them?"
"No way," she said, making a face.
"How many?"
"Maybe ten."
"Of those ten, do all of them want to fuck you?"
She looked confused. "I don't know."
"I don't know either, but I'll guess. Probably two only have sex with their wives, maybe one girlfriend. And three more probably don't like sex with children. And probably one or two more won't have sex with you because it would upset their kids, your friends. So I'm guessing you'll only fuck three or four."
She brightened. "Can I do a survey, for extra credit?"
"Sure, why not," I agreed. Then I bellowed, "Aren't you dressed yet?" The other kids poured out of the bedroom, and we piled in the van for the movies.
About halfway there, Torrie walked up to the front. "She did all three," she told me.
I nodded, but in the dark, Torrie couldn't see. "I guessed," I told her.
In the movies, I had Amber sit on Casey's lap, Torrie on Ben, and Mindy on Josh. Then I told them to insert cocks and leave them in for the whole movie, no fucking until the ending credits. I pulled Mikey onto my lap and got her cut-offs down, no underwear, big surprise. Then I followed my own instructions. Mikey helped guide my cock into her, and she sat down, then we sat like that for two hours. Sometimes she squirmed or moved around, which provided more than enough stimulation to keep me hard as a rock. I also had my hand down the front of David's pants in the next seat, though he fell asleep about halfway through the movie. When the credits rolled, we fucked like animals. I think everyone came within minutes. Then we got dressed in the dark and I carried David to the car.
When we got home, I took David into bed while the boys said goodbye to the girls. We all climbed into bed together, a few kisses and gropes, and we started falling asleep. And yes, I did remember to set the alarm.
Chapter XVI The Last Day
I woke when the sunlight started coming through the window and fell on my face. I woke, but I couldn't move. David was sleeping against my right side, and Ben was sleeping against my left with his hand wrapped around my cock. Casey and Josh were sleeping in each other's arms on the other side of Ben.
I picked up David with one arm as I scooted underneath him, then set him down where I'd been and rolled off the bed. I stood and stretched, watching my early morning erection bob as I did. Then I went to the foot of the bed, reached under the covers, and pulled Ben down to me. He woke with a grunt as I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the bathroom.
"Good morning," I said quietly and kissed the drowsy boy. I set him on the toilet and started the shower. When the temperature was right, I stepped in. A few seconds later, Ben joined me. "You look good enough to eat," I told him as I sank to my knees and sucked on his hard cock. He must have had some good dreams, because he came almost immediately. I drank his cum, it was refreshing to a thirsty man, then stood and started soaping my cock. When I'd built up a good lather, I turned him around and started pushing the bar of soap between his ass cheeks. Then I took a soapy finger and pushed it up his ass.
"Ready to finish what we started last night?" I asked. I thought for almost a minute that he was going to say no, but at long last, he nodded. I stood behind him, my knees bent so that my cock was at the same level as his ass. I forced his cheeks apart and placed my cock against his anus. Hard as it was, no pun intended, I waited for several seconds to see if he would change his mind, but he seemed ready, if less than eager.
Hard as it was, pun intended, I had no trouble pushing my cock into his tight ass. Actually, he wasn't as tight as Casey or Morgan, but it still felt great as my cock inched into his rectum. When I was all the way inside, I stood straight, lifting him off the ground with my cock. I wrapped my arms around him and held him there.
"How does that feel? Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"It feels, uh, strange. But you don't have to stop."
"If you don't like it, all you have to do is say so. A lot of guys don't like it," I told him.
"I don't know," he said.
"Okay, I'm going to fuck you now," I said. I lowered him back to the ground, and with my knees bent to equalize our heights, started to move my cock in and out of his ass. His breathing picked up as I did. I grasped his hips to make it easier, but I could see his hard-again cock bouncing in front of him as I worked my full length in and out of him.
I guess I must have had some good dreams too, though I couldn't remember them, because I came quickly too. Less than a dozen strokes, and I was coating his insides with my sticky white cream. I pulled my cock out of him and turned him around, ready to give him another blowjob, and was surprised to see his limp cock and gob of cum on the wall of the shower. The little imp had cum with me inside of him. "Does this mean you like it?" I asked, and he nodded enthusiastically. I leaned down and kissed him for a long time, our tongues dancing together. Then we finished our shower and toweled off. And damn if we weren't hard again by the time we walked into the bedroom.
"Everybody out of bed," I bellowed, and the other three boys opened their eyes. Casey and Josh looked at each other, giggled, kissed briefly, and sat up. Both had big morning erections.
Ben's eyes locked onto Josh's cock and stayed there. He tugged on my shoulder, I leaned down, and he whispered in my ear. "Could I take another shower with Josh, and let him, you know, do it to me?" I was surprised. Most guys liked a little adjustment time after the first time in the ass. I nodded, and Ben grinned.
"Josh, hit the shower."I told him, and Josh crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, Ben right behind him. I looked at the last two boys. Then I grabbed Casey's ankles and pulled him down to the foot of the bed. I lifted his legs up and pushed them back until his knees straddled his head, then I started licking his asshole. After a few seconds, I felt eyes on me and looked, and there was David looking over my shoulder. I reached and pulled him in front of me, then gently pushed his face toward his brother's ass. The seven-year-old didn't hesitate. He started licking Casey with broad strokes of his tongue. I slid to my knees, pulled his cheeks apart, and did the same to him. Taking turns with spitting on my fingers and rubbing the saliva on my cock.
After a minute or so, I stood, moved the youngster out of the way, and pressed my cock against Casey's ass. As I got ready to fuck my second ass of the morning, I directed David up on the bed, kneeling next to Casey's head. Casey needed no direction; he leaned his head to the side and started sucking his little brother's cock.
I pushed my cock into the ten-year-old. I entered him easier than the first time, but once inside, he was as tight as I remembered. I fucked in and out, trading smiles with David, who seemed to be enjoying his morning blowjob. As my cock sank to the hilt again and again, I wondered how tight David was and if I'd have to wait a couple of years to fuck him. In the bathroom, we could hear Josh beginning a very noisy orgasm. I wondered if Ben would cum by himself again.
I felt the tension building in my cock, like a spring begging to unwind. I thrust one final time, as deep as I could, and released my second batch of cum. I actually think I came more the second time. I leaned down, kissing Casey's lips and David's cock stuck between them. Then I rolled to the side and lay on my back just as the alarm rang.
Josh and Ben came into the room, both boys with large smiles. I saw Ben's eyes light on Casey's cock. The only hard one in the room, as David pulled his limp one out of Casey's mouth.
Ben looked at me, and I nodded. Ben leaned over the edge of the bed, his ass toward Casey. "You need a place to bury that bone," he asked. Casey got the idea immediately. He stood, and his cock moved in a straight line toward Ben's ass. His cock wasn't lubricated, but evidently Ben's ass was still slippery with the deposits that Josh and I had made that morning because Casey slipped in easily. I marveled at the look of pure satisfaction on Ben's face as Casey's cock slipped in and out of his ass. I'd thought that Ben might bolt at the idea.
I dressed while I watched them and finally got Josh and David's attention to get them dressed too. Then I realized that David hadn't showered yet and had him strip again. Casey lasted until I was putting on my shoes, then his face contorted, and I knew he was dumping his load up Ben's ass. When Casey pulled out and Ben stood up, I saw a cum stain on the bed. For the third time, Ben had cum with somebody in his ass.
"David, Casey, and Ben, into the shower. No fooling around, cleaning only," I ordered. When they came out, I got them dressed as quickly as possible, and we piled in the car and headed to a convenience store with a deli for breakfast stuff. We ate in the car on the way to school.
The first bell was ringing as we walked in. I hurried down the hall toward my class, pausing only to accept a thick envelope from Mr. Hoskins as I passed him. In the classroom, I went to my desk and started glancing through the envelope. There were several keys on a ring and a rental agreement between me and somebody named Bart Larson to rent the house and property at 1375 Husky Road. The rent was three hundred a month, and the contract lasted eleven years or until I gave thirty days' notice. That meant I had a place to live until David graduated at less than the five hundred a month I was paying now.
There was a page with printed pictures of the property; the house was huge, and so was the pool. I found a contract between me and the school district that, in lieu of pay for special education services, the district would pay all my home utilities, including satellite television and internet.
Next was a check marked quarterly payment stapled to an agreement from the district to pay me quarterly bonuses. The check was for forty-eight hundred dollars. I worked the figures in my head: four boys, three months in a quarter, that came to four hundred dollars per kid per month. Figure I could actually feed and clothe each of them for two hundred a month or less, that gave me two hundred a month to put in college funds for them.
Then I got to the last page. All four boys had won full-ride college scholarships. I didn't know what to think. We were rich. My salary, plus the quarterly bonuses, three hundred a month rent, no utilities. With four deductions, Uncle Sam wouldn't get much. I was on easy street.
I put everything back in the envelope and put it in a drawer. I stood and walked around my desk.
"Okay, class, last day of sex ed," I said as I leaned back. They groaned. "Today is not so much hands-on." They groaned again. "We'll have three more subjects to talk about. First, Fetishes. Anybody got a clue about what a fetish is?" I asked.
I was surprised when no one responded. After about thirty seconds, Miranda put her hand timidly in the air, and I nodded to her. "I read about a shoe fetish once," she said.
"That's good," I told her. "That's one. The dictionary says that a fetish is an irrational preoccupation. So if Josh spent all of his free time working on his baseball collection, that would technically be a fetish. But usually when we talk about a fetish, we're talking about a sexual one. Let's say if Josh could only get it up for a girl in red underwear. We'd say he has an underwear fetish." Everyone laughed except Josh, who turned red.
"Don't laugh too hard. There are people like that out there. A shoe fetish might be someone who only got hard while fondling women's shoes. He might even cum while fondling the shoes, and no woman would ever be involved." The class looked at each other with looks of disbelief.
"There are hundreds of fetishes out there. Guys who can only make it with girls in cheerleader outfits. I heard about a guy who could only make it with prostitutes who looked like his daughter. You probably won't see a lot of fetishes on the ridge. A fetish usually develops when the sex drive is suppressed. You also won't see them much in kids your own age. Fetishes are usually an adult occurrence. But as you grow up and go out in the world, you may run into some of them. In the restricted section of the library, they have several good books about fetishes, which you may want to at least skim someday. You are, by the way, now allowed in the restricted section because you've all passed sex education." Jenny cheered, and quickly everyone joined in with her.
"I want to quickly touch on the five biggest fetishes. Number one, pornography. There are guys out there, there may be girls too, who can't be with a sexy partner and can't do anything without pictures or videos to look at. That doesn't mean that everybody who likes pornography has a fetish, just some. An irrational preoccupation."
"The second is bondage. Some people can't get off without tying someone up first, or being tied up themselves.
The third and fourth are related to bondage, and that's S and M. Sadism and masochism. A sadist is someone who likes to cause pain, a masochist is someone who likes to feel pain. They usually can't get off unless inflicting or receiving pain." I saw a couple of the girls grimace.
"And last, a fetish which seems to be growing in popularity though I don't understand why. Water sports. There are people who get off by pissing on their partner or being pissed on."
Lisa stood up. "I think I speak for all of us when I say that's just gross."
"I know I speak for me when I say, I agree with you."
"Almost leaving the subject of fetishes, we delve into our second subject of the day, sex toys. Sex toys are used more by women than men, but certainly not exclusively. They include dildos, vibrators, and strap-ons. A dildo is generally shaped like a cock and made of anything from rubber or plastic to glass or steel. Some of you may have used the handle of a hairbrush to get off; you reinvented the dildo. Ashley, would you come up here, please?" Ashley nodded and climbed out of her desk. She was wearing jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. "Would you mind pushing your pants down?" She unbuttoned her fly and pushed her pants down around her knees.
I opened the box that was sitting on my desk and took out a dildo. "As you can see, they come in designer colors," I told the class. This one was lime green. "This particular model is made of silicone rubber, so it's soft and pliable. It's eleven inches long." I took a jar of K-Y jelly and rubbed it on the head. Then I held Ashley's lips open and gently inserted the toy. The class watched breathless as the dildo disappeared into Ashley's cunt. "One advantage of this sex toy is its versatility. Ashley can use it with a guy like me, or a girl." I nodded to Lisa, and she came up and took over pushing the toy in and out of Ashley's cunt. "Or if you're all by yourself..." Lisa took the hint and let go, and Ashley started fucking herself with the green toy.
"They make many varieties, ribbed or studded. They also make two and three-headed dildos which are very popular in cartoons, but I've never met a girl who found them satisfying."
"Next, we have a vibrator. Vibrators look a lot like dildos, but guess what, they vibrate. In fact, some dildos work with vibrators." He reached around and picked up a small black vibrator."There are three basic types: plug-in, battery, and rechargeable. This is a battery type. Monique, would you like to come up and demonstrate?" Monique nodded and practically jumped out of her chair. Today she was wearing a black mini-skirt and a white turtleneck. She lifted the bottom of her skirt and tucked it in the waistband, giving the class an unobstructed view. I handed her the vibrator and the jar of K-Y, and she expertly got ready. In a few seconds, she was rubbing the vibrating tip on her clitoris.
"And last, we have a strap-on," I said, taking one out of the box. "The idea is to allow a girl to be able to fuck like a boy. Janae, come here please." She was wearing a white top and yellow shorts so tight they outlined everything perfectly. "See if you can get those off without surgery." She giggled and skinned the shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. I strapped her into the harness. Janae now had a ten-inch cock. "I think I'm jealous," I said, squeezing her plastic cock. I motioned for Gillian to come up, and she did, shedding clothes with every step so that she was naked by the time she got to my desk.
"What do you think, Janae? Want to fuck Gillian?" Janae nodded and pressed Gillian back until her butt cheeks were resting on the edge of my desk. Ashley and Monique had both brought themselves to orgasm, and I motioned for them to return to their seats. I stopped Janae from penetrating Gillian and smeared her plastic cock with some of the K-Y jelly, then I let her go.
While they fucked, I turned back to the class. "I have to admit that I don't know that much about toys like these, but I think they make strap-ons with heads on both sides of the harness so that Janae would be getting some too. One of the advantages of dildos or strap-ons is they don't get soft and have to rest. If I wanted to fuck every girl in this class, it would probably take me three or four days. Janae could do it in seven to ten hours with her ever-ready cock." That got me a good laugh.
"Sex toys can also be a fetish if that's all you ever did."
"Our last subject for the day is anal sex. Fucking someone in the ass, which is also called buggering, cornholing, shitholing, or going in the back door, can be done with a cock, a finger, a dildo, a vibrator, or a strap-on. So for a change of pace, Stephanie could fuck Casey if she wanted to." Both of them blushed while several girls giggled, and Ben and Josh grinned.
I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Then I started smearing a liberal dose of K-Y on my nice hard cock. When it was ready, I signaled Josh that I wanted him. He blushed but stood and came to the desk. I undid the front of his jeans and pushed them down around his ankles. I positioned him at the side of my desk and leaned him forward until his stomach and chest were laying on it. Then I smeared K-Y on two of my fingers and went to work on his crack and asshole.
I positioned my cock and pushed in. Surprisingly, I met little resistance and pushed my cock all the way up his ass in a couple of seconds. "You want to be careful with a virgin asshole and enter slowly. I was expecting more resistance from Josh's."
"I'm not a virgin," he grunted. I knew his face was turning red because I could see the backs of his ears and his neck turning pink.
"You're not?"
"I joined a boys' club last year," he groaned as I started to fuck his ass. "The initiation was to get fucked by all the members."
"How many were there?" I asked, amazed.
"Four when I joined. Nine the last time I was there."
I looked at the class as I fucked his still-tight ass. "I guess I should have saved Ben for today. Now none of the boys have virgin assholes." Ben and Casey both turned red while the girls giggled. "Stephanie, come here." When she came up, I whispered in her ear and asked if she'd mind Casey fucking her ass. She hesitated but agreed. "Casey, your girlfriend wants your cock in her ass."
Casey jumped out of his seat and ran to my desk. He smeared his cock with the K-Y - I wondered if I could order the stuff as school supplies. Then he knelt and lovingly licked Stephanie's crack and asshole.
I felt my cock building to orgasm and stopped and just watched Casey. He stood and positioned Stephanie over the desk like I had Josh. Then he placed his cock head at her anus and pushed in as gently as he could, then stopped. He was being very careful, pushing in about a half an inch, then stopping and letting Stephanie get used to the invasion.
"Now," I said, "would be a good time to mention that not everybody likes having things in their butt. Some love it." Ben stood and took a bow while the girls giggled. "And some hate it. Myself, I don't like it much. Some people don't even like the idea of it. So there is nothing wrong with you if you don't want to get fucked in the ass. It's your body. Your ass. Your decision. I asked Stephanie, before I asked Casey to bugger her."
Casey had gotten his full length into her and was starting to fuck her slowly. She seemed to like it.
"Stop," I told the pair. "Casey, hold on to her hips and back up, leaving your cock inside. Stephanie, stand up and go with him." I waited until they had backed about three feet. "Ben, come fuck Stephanie's pussy." Ben jumped up and started stripping. As he walked to the two ten-year-olds, he applied liberal amounts of saliva to his cock. He stood in front of Stephanie, she reached down and guided his cock into her. "Right now, we're going to double-team Stephanie. There are two basic rhythms they could use, alternating or together. Alternating, Casey would push in as Ben pulls out and then reverse. Together, they'll both push in at the same time, which is what they're going to do. Go."
It was almost comical at first as they tried to figure out each other's rhythm, but then they got in step. After a few seconds, the class was breathing in step with the two boys. Stephanie seemed to be really enjoying the sensation of two cocks penetrating deep inside her.
My impending orgasm had diminished, so I started fucking Josh again as I watched the two boys and Stephanie. "Torrie, would you like to help me fuck Josh?" I asked, and she quickly stood and started shedding clothes. I had Josh stand straight, and I moved him away from the desk so that his cock pointed at the class. Torrie came up and without bothering with lubrication pulled his cock into her waiting pussy. Having a guy in the middle of a threesome doesn't work as well as a girl, but it does work, and it didn't take long before I could feel my orgasm building again.
I glanced at Stephanie, and it was obvious that she was cumming and cumming hard as the two boys pumped at her faster and faster. Just as I started dumping my load of semen into Josh's ass, I could feel through his body the start of his orgasm. I kept fucking, but slower and slower, trying to milk every bit of sensation. I looked at the other threesome, and Stephanie had gone limp between the two boys, who were obviously filling her with their seed.
I smiled at the class, "If you would like to try getting fucked in the ass, put your name on the board over there. If you want to borrow one of the sex toys, you can, but make sure you bring it back the next day so that someone else can borrow it. If you want to know more about dildos, you might want to ask some of the older girls. I know Stephanie's sister Jeri likes to use a dildo now and then." Stephanie nodded weakly where she was supported by the two boys, their cocks still impaling her.
"Remember the rule is, no sex with other students in class without permission, though you can masturbate if you want."
Melissa raised her hand. I nodded to her. "Mr. Conners, Mr. Hoskins had dinner at my house last night before he fucked my mother. And he said that you had an interesting story about your last school. He said you were fucking a sixteen-year-old girl, her fourteen-year-old sister, and her eleven-year-old brother without any of them knowing about the others. Would you tell us?"
"I'll tell you what. The next time everyone in the class gets a ninety or above, I'll tell you the story." It wasn't that hard of a goal, according to their records and what I'd seen so far, it was rare for any of the girls to score below 85. And I had a feeling that the boys would be just as smart.
Dawn raised her hand. "Mr. Conners, do we have to wear clothes?"
"That's up to you," I said after a moment's thought. "But I do want you dressed if you leave the room or if we have a visitor."
I pulled my limp cock out of Josh's backside, slightly disappointed that I hadn't gotten his cherry. "Okay, that's it," I said, as I wiped my cock on a towel. "Sex education is over until next year."
"But I won't be here next year," Lisa complained. "I'll be a seventh-grader."
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1,538 | Wizard | Trailer Park - The Fourth Year | "You look beat," Tami said as I skidded to a stop on my bike.
"I am. Had a four o'clock game for Babe Ruth on the city field, then a seven o'clock for American Legion on the high school field. Not to mention the four miles on my bike in between."
"You know, most kids only play in one league at a time."
"Where's the fun in that?"
Tami shook her head as I gingerly eased myself off the bike. I was stiff and sore. Bike ride into town, game, bike ride to school, game, bike ride home will do that to you.
"If you were a building, they'd hang a condemned sign on you."
"If I was a horse, I'd be glue by now," I agreed.
"Too bad. I was horny and Mom isn't going to be home for a couple more hours."
I perked up. "Well, I'm really not in the mood, but for you..."
"Well, if you're not in the mood, Kenny's been hinting that he could make me very happy."
"Remind me to punch him again." I reached for her hand. "I think I'm getting a second wind." I started walking, but Tami stayed still, pulling me to a halt.
"Don't you think you should tell your mom you're home?"
For a couple of seconds, I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Mom?
"Oh, right."
Tami just shook her head as I walked in and told Mom I'd made it back. Usually Dad comes to all my games, but he was in Seattle for some kind of meeting. And Mom had to work late, so I told her not to bother.
Too bad, it was one of my better games. I'd almost hit a cycle. A cycle is hitting a single, double, triple, and home run, all in the same game. I'd hit a single, double and a pair of triples in the second game. And against an eighteen-year-old pitcher too. The first game, I'd walked three times and gotten hit by a pitch.
"Now, you were saying you had a problem that I could help you with," I said as I took Tami's hand and we started walking toward her house.
"I was thinking of inviting the girls. You've been hinting about a threesome. I thought I'd skip that and jump right to foursome."
"Has anybody ever told you that you have a touch of sadist in you?"
"Just a touch?"
We were in front of Tami's house. I stopped and pulled her into a hug, kissing her all over her face. Alana had been sitting on her back steps, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her stand and start over.
"Tony?" she said as she got closer. I let Tami go and looked at her. God, she was hot. "Mikee's been looking for you."
"Thanks," I said as I released Tami. "And would it be politically incorrect to say you look awesome?"
Alana smiled and the barest shadow of a frown crossed Tami's face.
"No, but Tami may not like it."
"Tami's a journalist. She has to respect the truth."
Tami gave me a half-smile and nodded. Alana was dressed in very short cut-offs and a midriff blouse sort of thing that would have put Daisy Duke to shame. The original with what's-her-name, not the Jessica Simpson rip-off.
Alana gave me the biggest smile. "You say the sweetest things."
"I, too, respect the truth." Pompous, but, oh well. I wondered if Alana was sending me a signal. I might be only a sophomore and she graduated, but I did play varsity on both football and baseball.
"If you're hinting for Tony to eat your pussy again, he'll be done in about twenty minutes," Tami said, her face somewhere between a smile and a snarl. Apparently if Alana was sending out signals, they were getting intercepted.
"No, no, of course not," Alana sputtered, obviously shocked that Tami knew about our time in the woods. "I'd never..." She looked from Tami to me, and back at Tami again. "He's just a tenth grader. I was just delivering a message."
She turned and walked, almost jogged, away.
"Tell Mikee I'm at Tami's if she still wants me," I yelled at her retreating back. "That was mean," I told Tami.
"Was it?" she said sweetly. She turned away from me and walked up to her house.
"That's it. No more hanging out with Robbie," I said as she opened the door and I followed her in. "She is definitely a bad influence."
"Speaking of your favorite redhead, how'd she do today?"
"Great in the first game, and she didn't come to the second one. Had to go somewhere with her dad. But in the Babe Ruth game, she even pitched an inning."
"How was she?"
I grabbed Tami and pushed her down on the sofa, pressing my body against her. "Not bad." I kissed her right tit through her t-shirt. "Her fastball isn't as fast as most of the pitchers in the league, but she can really put it where she wants it, and that helps. Her curve ball is coming along and what really helps is, she's got the smarts to figure out the batters."
I kissed her left tit, then lifted her shirt up and kissed them both again. My hand was down between us, rubbing the crotch of her shorts. Her nipples were stiff and hard as I sucked one into my mouth and teased the other.
"Was Ashley there?"
I stopped sucking and lifted my head. "Woman, I'm trying to pleasure you here, and you're playing twenty questions."
"Pleasuring me? Is that what you were doing?"
I lifted my head higher, trying to look at the ceiling. "Why me?" I moaned. "I could be home soaking in a hot tub."
"Poor baby," Tami said with mock sincerity, then she rolled out from under me. She rolled me on my back and jerked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock, being the only muscle I hadn't abused today, popped up tall and proud. "Poor, poor baby," she cooed as she took me in hand and straddled my legs.
I was going to say something, I don't know what, but all that came out was a groan.
She played with it, rubbing up and down its length, giving my balls a squeeze, pulling it toward her until the tip brushed her labia. Then she grinned down at me. "Now that I'm pleasuring you, was Ashley there?"
I groaned again. "Yessss. At the first game anyway."
Tami sat up and positioned my cock, then slid it into her. I remembered the first time we'd done this, when she missed, but didn't mention it. "So have you thought any more about it?"
I knew what she meant but ignored her, pushing my hips up at her.
I faced her face and could see something building inside of her. Then she shuddered and collapsed against my chest.
"That was nice," she murmured.
"You're welcome," I said. I hadn't cum yet but was content to just lie there, with my cock buried in her. She'd said she was horny. I believed her.
There was a knock. "Come in," Tami yelled, probably thinking it was Mikee.
Traci walked in. "Oh my God!"
Tami looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, shit!" she said as she sat up.
I didn't say anything.
"I, uh, oh my God," Traci said.
"It's not... it's..." Tami stuttered.
I just lay there.
"Uh, Mom..."
"We're..." Tami stuttered.
I sighed. "Traci, take a deep breath. Tami, shut up." Traci took a deep breath and let it out. Tami turned back and glared at me.
"Mom wanted to talk to you. I didn't know you were..."
"It's okay. It happens," I told her."I thought she was..."
I reached up and put my hand on Tami's mouth before she could say Mikee. I didn't want Traci wondering why it would be okay for Mikee to walk in on us.
She did.
"What's going..." Mikee said as she stepped through the open door.
"Nothing!" Traci snapped and pushed her back out the door.
"Oh God!" Tami blurted out.
I grinned. What the hell. Might as well have a party.
"Traci, it's okay. Mikee can come in."
"But..."
"It's okay, Trace."
Traci got out of the door and Mikee came in, thankfully pulling the door closed behind her.
I wondered where Kelly was. Maybe Paula could come over.
Big Tony had lost interest and shriveled up, the head just barely penetrating between Tami's lips. As Mikee looked down on us, I realized that it was the first time she'd actually seen us.
"Hi, Mikee," I said. "I hear you've been looking for me." I sounded so calm, I reminded myself of Mr. Bower.
"I was wondering... I kinda... I..."
"Breathe. No worries," I said.
"I wanted to borrow some more of those..." she looked at Traci, then back at me. "Things."
"Rubbers?"
She nodded.
"Can't have 'em if you can't say 'em."
"Can I borrow some more rubbers?" She looked at Traci again, turning red.
"Sure. But tell Luke to start buying his own."
"It's, uh... it's not for Luke."
"It's not?"
"We, uh, we kinda broke up."
"Oh." I hadn't talked to Luke much since school let out three weeks ago. Between baseball, Tami, and my job, there just wasn't enough time.
"He, uh, dumped me for Liz Benson."
"Oh. Then who...?" I realized it was none of my business before I could finish. "Never mind."
"Chuck Thompson," she answered anyway.
"Oh." I knew who he was, a freshman like Mikee, but didn't know him.
"Did you need them now? I was kinda..."
Mikee giggled. "I see." She looked at Traci again and they both giggled. "I'm, uh, going over to his house tomorrow afternoon."
"Stop by in the morning."
Mikee giggled again and left.
Traci looked more embarrassed after Mikee was gone. "I should..."
"Traci, it's okay." And it was. A year ago, I might have been worried about blackmail, but Traci and I had gotten a lot closer. "Tell Mom, I'll be home in a few minutes."
"Okay." Traci left, looking glad to escape.
I looked up at Tami. "At least life's interesting."
Tami buried her head on my chest.
Chapter 2
I knocked.
"Come in."
"Can we talk?"
"Uh, okay."
I stepped into Traci's room and closed the door behind me.
"I'm not going to say anything, if that's what you're worried about."
"Trace, believe it or not. I wasn't worried. Last year, maybe. But not now."
"Oh."
"I just wondered if we needed to talk."
"Oh." She had my way with words.
"I mean you're a third grader now, you're growing up."
"I am not," she snapped. "I'm a seventh grader."
I grinned.
"Oh. Damn you."
I grinned again.
"Do you and Tami...?"
"Tell you what. One time only deal. Ask whatever you want. No matter what, I won't get mad. I may not answer, but I won't get mad. One condition."
"What?" she asked suspiciously.
"If you ever get confused about anything, you'll ask me."
"Like what?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
Traci blushed, knowing I was talking about her sex life. Or hopefully, her future sex life.
"Do you and Tami...? I mean, how often...?"
"Traci, if this is going to work, you have to be able to talk." Traci blushed again and nodded. "How often do Tami and I..." I debated being make love and fuck, not sure Traci would appreciate the difference yet. "Fuck?"
She nodded, turning even redder.
"It depends a lot on the outside world. Some days, we do it three or four times a day. Sometimes it's a week or more in between. It depends on whether her mom's home, or our parents, or you." Traci looked down at her feet. I decided not to mention that sometimes we got around the parent thing by doing it in the woods. I didn't want to give her ideas.
"Do you...? I...? Was she, uh, your first?"
"Yes. And I really hope she's my last too."
"Your last?"
"I love Tami, and I hope I marry her someday and live happily ever after, just like in a fairy tale."
I kinda expected her to make some smart remark. "You will. Uh, when?"
"The first time? Just after we made up that first summer."
"Do you, uh, wear a rubber?"
"No." Traci's eyes got big. "But, and it's a big but, that's because Tami has other birth control.
"Oh."
"Anything else?"
"Uh, what sort of things do you do?"
This time I blushed. "We're not going there."
Traci giggled.
"And no thinking about it."
Traci giggled again.
"Is that it?"
"Did she, uh, and Peter King...?"
I had to think about that one for a minute. "That's not my question to answer," I said finally.
Traci nodded. I think she understood.
"What about Mikee?"
"What about her?"
"She didn't seem very surprised."
"She's never seen us before," I said honestly. "But she knew."
Traci nodded. "Kelly?"
"Kelly too."
Traci thought about everything. I waited.
"Did you and Robbie...?"
"Yes."
She nodded, unsurprised. "Do you still...?"
"Yes." That surprised her. "But Tami knows. I'm not cheating on her. It's, it's complicated."
"It's weird."
"That too."
"Do you, I mean, together?"
"No." Though not for lack of wishing.
She nodded, accepting that. "Do you ever..."
"What?"
"Do you, uh, jerk off?"
That one caught me by surprise. "Not as much as I used to. I prefer Tami or Robbie." Or Mikee or Kelly, but I wasn't going there. "But sometimes when I can't be with them..."
"Oh."
I was tempted to ask if she did. Standing by her door, I looked down at my sister. And I realized that she was hot. I mean, she'd been my sister for so long, she'd just been there. But I think I started to realize she was a person. A beautiful person. Just as pretty in her way as Mikee or Kelly.
Her breasts had started to grow, and her nipples were pressed against the tight material of the long t-shirt she wore as a night gown. I could understand why that guy, what was his name? Oh yeah, Gary Rogers, had his hand up her shirt. I had a sudden image of Traci naked on her bed.
I mentally slapped myself. I hadn't visited the ASSTR or SOL sites much lately, but apparently they'd left their mark.
"Does Mikee always come to you for rubbers?"
"Don't know." She looked confused. "I don't know how often she and Luke did it, so I don't know if she always came to me."
"Does Kelly?"
'Not so far,' I thought. As far as I knew, I was Kelly's only interest. "Not your business."
"You told me about Mikee."
"You already knew about Mikee."
"If...?"
Ever had a premonition of impending doom? "Yes?"
"I mean, uh..."
"Traci, ask your question. I told you I wouldn't get mad."
"If I need some, will you give them to me?"
Okay, I lied. I will get mad. I counted to ten, first in English, then Spanish, German, French, Russian, and Chinese. I took a deep breath, I really needed to learn numbers in a couple more languages.
"My first impulse is to say you're not having sex until your fifth anniversary with your husband. But I guess that's the big brother in me. To be honest, if you're having sex, I really don't want to know, but if you need protection, you know where to find me."
I opened the door, glad to make my escape.
"Tony?"
"Yes?"
"You're not the worst brother a girl could have."
"Ditto."
Chapter 3
"I'm not sure about this."
"I am," Tami said definitely.
"But..."
"You promised."
"But..."
"It's not like you're going to hate it."
"This is weird."
"I think the word you used the last time we talked about it was kinky."
I grinned. It was definitely kinky.
"Last year, you said you enjoyed your fireworks," she said with a grin.
"I did, but that was just a coincidence."
She grinned bigger.
"Wasn't it?"
"Robbie thought you should have a good Fourth of July."
"I love my life. I don't understand it, but I love it."
"So...?" Tami rested her fists on her hips.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
I smiled and bowed at the waist. "Your wish is my command."
"Just get on your bike and start peddling your cute little ass over there."
I looked down over my shoulder. "You really think my ass is cute?"
She nodded.
I got up, took her hand and we walked to the door. Outside my house, I swung my leg over my bike, then pulled her close and kissed her. "I will be expecting a reward when I get back."
"Considering your afternoon, you should be expecting a nap when you get home. Don't you have a game today?"
"At five."
"A nap is in your future," she predicted.
"We'll see," I said as enigmatically as I could, pushed off and sailed down the street.
* * *
I knocked.
A minute later Robbie opened the door. She was wearing a pair of navy cut-offs and a white t-shirt tied just under her tits.
"Hi, didn't expect to see you until the game."
"Two of the three most beautiful sophomores in the county are alone in one place, and you didn't think I'd show up?"
"Not when you live a few doors down from the third, and your parents are gone for the day."
I held out both hands, palms up. "One pretty sexy girl," I said looking at my left hand. "Two pretty sexy girls," I added, looking at my other hand. I shifted them up and down a few times, then lifted my right hand about a foot higher than my left. I grinned at Robbie. "No contest."
Robbie grinned back. "Love." She took my hands and shifted them so the left was a foot higher than the right.
I hung my head."Tami's mom wanted her to help with some cooking."
"Unh huh."
"So where's Ashley?"
"In the living room. We were watching television."
"It's too nice a day for television." I stepped past her. "Hi Ash," I said as I walked into the living room. Ash was dressed opposite of Robbie. White cut-offs and a navy t-shirt. I wondered if they'd planned it, or it just happened.
"Tony! What are you doing here?"
"I came to seduce you." I pulled her up off the sofa and kissed her, my tongue worming its way into her mouth before she knew what was happening. One hand on her ass and the other on her tit. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Behind us, Robbie cleared her throat.
I let go of Ashley, then took her hand. "We're going to use your bedroom," I announced and pulled Ashley behind me as I headed for the stairs. I'll treasure the look on Robbie's face all my life. It's nice to know I can sometimes take her by surprise.
Ashley kind of drifted a little behind me as I pulled her up the stairs. I think I'd taken her by surprise too. I paused halfway up and looked down at Robbie standing in the entry of the living room. "You coming?"
"What?"
"We had a bet. You're not going to welsh are you?"
I watched as her face changed from surprise, to shock, to... I wasn't sure.
I led Ashley up the stairs and into Robbie's bedroom. I turned and pushed the bunched up bottom of her t-shirt over her tits, then leaned down and took one into my mouth. One hand started rubbing her other tit while I teased her ass with the other. I had to admit, she had a great ass.
Robbie came to the doorway. "You're wearing too many clothes," I told her, and licked around Ashley's nipple and areola. "Put on some music," I suggested as I kissed my way down Ashley's stomach.
"Someone's horny," Robbie said as she turned on her stereo.
"Unh huh," Ashley agreed throatily.
I unfastened the button at the top of her cut-offs, then busied myself kissing the small patch of skin revealed there as I went to my knees. I wanted to give Ashley time to figure out what was happening and decide if it was going too far.
I glanced at Robbie, standing by the stereo. "Why are you still dressed?"
Robbie arched a single eyebrow, but started pulling off her shirt.
I reached up and grabbed the zipper to Ashley's fly and slowly started pulling it down. I wanted to use my teeth, but it's harder than it looks. As the zipper got to the bottom, I spread her cut-offs open and kissed the silky fabric of her pale blue panties.
I eased my hands around her back and into the back of her cut-offs and started pushing them down. I was surprised as my hands slid over her bare ass. "A thong?" I said in surprise. "I can't believe you wear a thong." I looked up her body. Ashley was blushing. I was surprised because to me, Ashley didn't seem like the type, though I'm not sure what the thong type was. To me, they just looked uncomfortable.
As I pushed her cut-offs past her knees, I turned her around and started kissing her all over her exposed ass. I had to admit, her ass looked hot with just that little strip of cloth that disappeared between her cheeks.
Robbie was still standing by the stereo. I motioned her over. I unfastened her cut-offs and pushed them down. She was wearing yellow bikini style panties. I kissed her mound through the cotton, then returned to Ashley's ass.
With one hand I massaged Robbie's ass, with the other I gently caressed the crotch of Ashley's panties. Damn, I love my life.
I stood, scooped up Ashley, and carried her to the bed. Then I returned and scooped up Robbie and set her next to her friend. Standing at the foot of the bed, I admired my handiwork. "Now that's a picture," I said, trying hard not to drool. "One thing would make it perfect."
"Do I get a guess?" Robbie asked sarcastically.
I grinned, put one knee on the bed between her legs, and reached up and grabbed her panties and started pulling them down. As I got to her knees, I stood again and eased them the rest of the way off. I looked at Ashley. She looked nervous, but ready. I pulled her panties off the same way. I looked down at the two naked girls. Why the hell had I left my camera at home?
I wondered what my friend Luke would say if he could see me now. Probably something about hogging all the good stuff.
"When was the last time you had a tongue in your pussy?" I asked the two girls.
Robbie giggled. "Saturday night." Not a big surprise, since it had been my tongue. Robbie had been going out with Fred Clarkson, but I think that kind of ended when school finished. Actually, I think Fred was kind of a project. He wasn't bad looking, but a bit of a nerd. Robbie was his first girlfriend. I wondered if he was going to be a player, now that Robbie had built him a rep.
"Oh God," Ashley moaned. I wasn't sure if that meant October, when she had moved, or never. Ashley sent mixed signals about just how much experience she had.
I spread Robbie's legs, then Ashley's, laying Ashley's leg over Robbie's. I really had to start carrying my camera. I got on my knees at the foot of the bed between Ashley's legs. I kissed her knee, the one that was lying over Robbie's. I started kissing my way up her leg, an inch at a time, one hand caressing Robbie's thighs as I moved up.
I got to the top of Ashley's thigh and started kissing up her hip, then across her pelvis and back down the other leg. When I got to her knee, I decided that she was ready. I planted my face in the little patch of fuzz on her mound and nestled. There was just something about running my fingers, or my face, through a patch of pussy fuzz that just turned me on.
Ashley's clit protruded slightly, and I grazed it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled. I decided that Ashley didn't have as much experience as she'd led us to believe. I kissed my way down her slit as I played with Robbie's pussy with one hand and Ashley's nipple with the other.
Damn, I love my life.
I gently sucked on Ashley's clit and felt her shiver, then tense up, then melt, and guessed the girl had just had a nice little climax.
I sat up on my heels and gazed down at my handiwork. Ashley lay there, breathing heavily, a moronic grin on her face. I reached up and grabbed Robbie's left hand, then placed it on Ashley's slit, her thumb right on the nub of Ashley's clit. Then I reached over Robbie, captured her right hand, and pulled it over and put it on Ashley's tit.
I stepped back off the bed. "Save my place, I'll be back in a minute."
Robbie lay on her side in an awkward position and looked at me. I grinned and backed out of the room. I walked past the door to the bathroom and down the stairs.
* * *
"What are you doing down here?" Robbie asked, looming over me.
"Watching General Hospital."
"But..."
"I wanted to find out if Carla broke up with Mark. Did you and Ashley have fun?"
"I..."
"Actually, did you have fun? I know Ashley did. She was yelling so loud for a while, I had to turn up the TV."
"I... uh, why?"
"Think about it awhile." I stood up, stretched, and walked toward the front door. "Tell Ashley I said goodbye." I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. "You remember last year?" she nodded. "The talent show? How somebody, who shall remain nameless, manipulated my life? Payback's a bitch." I grinned and shut the door behind me.
* * *
Tami was waiting when I pedaled into the park.
"How'd it go?" she asked before I could even get off the bike.
"It went," I said as I parked my bike.
"What happened?"
"Is it any of your business?" I asked, as I opened my front door for her.
"I... I mean... You always... I thought..."
I laughed. "Have I ever told you that you're cute when you sputter."
"I..." She grinned. "No, you haven't."
"Tam, I've always told you about me, not other people. As for me, I kissed Ashley, I undressed her, I kissed her pussy, I watched General Hospital." I guided her into my room and closed the door.
"General Hospital?"
"Yeah. Not only did Carla break up with Mark, she's back together with Tim."
"General Hospital? You didn't fuck her?"
"Now why would I want to fuck a blonde when I have a brunette at home." I fell back on my bed, pulling Tami with me.
"What about Traci? Isn't she home?"
"Do you really care?"
Chapter 4
"You think you're pretty smart," Robbie's voice accused.
I opened my eyes. "Huh?"
Robbie was towering over me. Not hard, since I was lying flat on my back in bed.
"You think you're smart."
"Good morning to you," I said and looked at the clock. A few minutes after eight.
"Well?" she glowered. Robbie definitely had glowering down pat.
"Yeah, I think I'm smart. Fourth in my class so far. I think my GPA is like twelfth in the school. Something like that."
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
"Robbie, it's eight in the morning. Until twenty seconds ago I was sound asleep. If you want me to understand what the hell you're talking about, you're going to have to try harder."
"You set me up," she said flatly.
Yesterday. We were talking about yesterday. "Yep. I set you up," I agreed. "Now I'm going to get a little more sleep."
I closed my eyes. Something hit me in the stomach, not hard enough to knock the wind out of me, but hard enough to get my attention. I opened my eyes again. "What is your problem?"
"You!" she said and aimed another punch toward my stomach. I grabbed her arm and spun her around as I sat up, using her other arm to create a straight jacket effect. "You were so into your girl on girl fantasy, your threesome, that you just had to set one up."
I laughed as she struggled. "For someone who finished second in her class, you're not very bright."What?" She stopped struggling, so I released her. She stood and faced me again.
"If I wanted to watch some girl-on-girl, or if I wanted to make my threesome a reality, don't you think I would have stuck around? Or don't you think I'm smart enough to have figured that out?"
"I... I don't get it."
"Think on it a little." This explained why she was so different at the game last night. I was more than a little annoyed.
Robbie sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't get it," she repeated.
"You and Tami have been telling me for months that Ashley was horny. I took care of it."
"But why didn't you...?"
"I don't know if she realized it herself, but it wasn't what she wanted. I wasn't who she wanted."
"But she could have found someone..."
"She did." Robbie still looked blank. "You!"
"Me? That's ridiculous."
"Tell you what. You think about it the rest of the day. In fact, go talk to Ashley with it in the back of your mind. Then come back tomorrow and tell me how ridiculous it is."
"But I'm a girl."
"Roberta Elizabeth Marie Tate, you are many things, but I refuse to believe you're naive."
"I'm not. It's just, it's different when it's about you."
"Welcome to the real world."
"You really think she's..."
"Unh huh," I said, nodding.
"What do I do?"
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't... I'm not sure."
I looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you God, she's human after all."
The human stuck her tongue out at me.
"Try to forget Ashley's a girl for a minute. If Ashley were a boy, what would you do?"
"Well, I like her a lot. Him. Whatever."
"So, if it was a guy, you'd go out for a while and see what happens?"
"I guess."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"You're just trying to get rid of me. Of us."
"Never," I said and pulled her on top of me, kissing her deeply.
"OH!"
Traci was standing in the doorway. My sister was definitely getting an education.
"Morning Trace. You remember Robbie?"
"Oh!"
I felt a premonition coming on.
Another long talk was in my future.
Chapter 5
"So got any plans for August? Like the first weekend?" Tami asked, looking up from her book. We'd been sitting on the swings, reading together.
"Just one."
"Oh?"
"Regionals."
"I thought baseball was over after this weekend."
"Only if we lose, and I don't think we will. And if we win at state, then regionals in Idaho."
"Oh."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just wondering." Tami went back to the book she was reading.
God, I was glad that she was a lousy liar. It seems to me it's time for some sleuthing, as the Hardy Boys would say.
* * *
The game was on the line as I stepped up to the plate. Actually, we were up eleven runs, and had no outs. For a championship game, this was a yawn. We were playing a team from Vancouver. They'd used all their gas to get to the championship and had nothing left.
The pitcher let loose with a fastball that wasn't, and I smacked my second home run of the game. As I trotted around the bases, I looked up in the stands. Tami was sitting with Traci, between my folks and Robbie's dad, near the third baseline. I gave them a wave as I went by.
Robbie held up her hand, and I gave her a high five as I jumped on the plate with both feet. She stepped up to the plate and took a practice swing. The pitcher came set, and Robbie stepped back out of the batter's box. The pitcher looked disgusted and relaxed. Robbie smiled at the umpire and walked around and took her place on the other side of the plate. She was going to bat left-handed.
The pitcher came set again and fired. Robbie swung awkwardly. Strike one. Robbie took a couple of practice swings, still awkward. I'd never seen her bat left, and this explained why. The pitcher smiled and fired another shot. Robbie swung again, it was almost painful to watch. Strike two. Vancouver just might get an out. The pitcher set for the third time. He reared back and threw.
Robbie swung, catching the top third of the ball. The ball came off her bat and dribbled up the third base line. The pitcher, catcher, and third baseman all charged after it as Robbie sprinted toward first.
"Let it go foul!" the coach yelled from the dugout. The three players left the ball alone as it rolled down the line and settled, an inch in fair territory.
We couldn't even give them an out.
When I came up again later in the same inning, everyone was pretty disgusted. Vancouver had gotten two outs, one when Jimmy Baker stumbled between second and third, and one when Brian Lasker got hit by the ball Johnny McBride hit. Then our next four batters all got solid hits, even though they all batted left. Clay Thomas hit our eighth home run of the game, and it was my turn again.
As I stepped to the plate, I thought about batting left. Hell, I thought about batting blindfolded. I just wanted them to get an out. We were up by eighteen. If they batted and scored less than nine, the game would be mercy-ruled.
I looked at the coach in the box by third base. He gave me the sign for hit away. I shook my head, held my bat in front of me, and made a bunting motion. He shrugged. Just in case anyone hadn't figured out I was bunting, I squared up with the bat in front of me and waited for the pitch.
The pitcher threw. The ball was high and outside. I went after it anyway. I managed to get a piece of it and knock it down. I took off for first. As I ran, I waited for the ball to pass me on the way to first, it didn't. I found out later that the pitcher and catcher got tangled up with each other. The ball was almost a second behind me. I decided what-the-hell and kept going toward second when nobody tagged me, I turned the corner and kept going toward third.
On the video of the game, the first baseman tripped over the bag as he threw to second and threw into center field instead. The center fielder was on top of it, scooped the ball and fired toward third. The ball slapped into the third baseman's glove just as my foot hit the corner of the bag and I turned toward home. The third baseman hesitated a second, surprised that I'd do something so stupid, then fired toward the catcher. The catcher stood straddling the plate and waited. I slid, going through his legs, and the damn idiot was so shocked that he forgot to put the tag on me.
Robbie gave me a hug as I climbed out of the dirt. "You tried," she said with a shrug.
The guy who wrote Field of Dreams wrote another book about a game that went on and on and on. I felt like I was living it. I tried to remember just how long that game went on, but couldn't. I'd have to reread it. The title was something about the Iowa Baseball League. No, The Iowa Baseball Confederacy, that was it. Kinsella wrote it.
Robbie was in the batter's box. The pitcher threw a slow ball right down the middle. Robbie swung and missed. She was way early. The pitcher threw again. His arm was dead. Robbie swung late. Strike two. The pitcher threw again. The pitch was high, just over Robbie's head, but she went after it anyway. A miss. Strike three.
"Damn!" Robbie said as she walked back to the dugout, though without much conviction.
"Your first K of the tournament," I said as I tossed her, her mitt. "You must be crushed."
"Yeah," she agreed. "Crushed. At least it wasn't backwards." A backwards K in the scorebook indicated a called third strike.
I was hoping that Vancouver would get a couple of runs, but on the very first pitch the batter hit a shot straight at Clay, who was pitching. Clay caught it in self-defense. The next batter hit a one-bouncer to Robbie, who threw him out at first. The third batter popped a high fly ball that Brian Lasker in center field camped under for an easy catch.
The game was over twenty-one to two in five innings.
We were state champions.
Regionals were next.
* * *
The swings were blowing in the breeze as Robbie, Tami, and I sat on the grass and enjoyed the chance to cool off a little. July had kicked the heat up in the week and a half since we'd come back from the state tournament.
"Please," I said, trying to make puppy dog eyes as I begged.
"I don't think so," Tami said as she idly pulled a blade of grass out of the ground.
"But I'll miss you."
"You'll get over it."
"We need you there. You're lucky for us."
"I just don't feel like it, okay?"
"Okay," I agreed.
"I'm just tired of baseball. I mean, I've been watching you guys since March and it's almost August. That's half a year."
"I understand. I just thought Robbie would like having you along."
"Robbie, huh?"
I grinned. Robbie just shook her head, ignoring us and watched clouds play tag.
"I didn't want our second baseman getting lonely all the way in Idaho."
"Maybe Ashley could go," Tami suggested.
"Now there's a thought," I agreed, watching Robbie's neck turn red as she watched the sky.
Chapter 6
Nampa, Idaho, was not the most exciting town I'd ever seen, but then I wasn't there to sightsee. On Tuesday, we polished off a team from Oregon. Oregon and Washington actually had two teams in the tournament, a Northern team and a Southern team. Ashley, Robbie, and I celebrated with a dinner at the local Outback.
Wednesday, we rolled over the team from Wyoming, and Thursday the host team from Nampa dropped into the loser's bracket. Friday, we went international. Alberta's team at ten in the morning, then the team from Hawaii at six. Two games, two wins.
Saturday evening was shaping up into a grudge match. In the morning, we had Alaska and then, if we didn't get beat, our team, representing Northern Washington, against the team from Southern Washington. The last two undefeated teams.The loser would still have a chance to come back through the loser's bracket and play in the final on Sunday.
I suited up in my motel room. This was the big day.
I tied my shoes and straightened. You couldn't pay me enough to miss this. I let myself out and walked down the hall to three twelve.
I knocked.
"Who is it?" a girl's voice called out.
"Golden Gate Escort Service!" I yelled, keeping my voice deep. "You need an escort?"
"What?" came a confused voice.
I knocked again.
"Who are..." The door opened. "What...? How...? What...?"
"I think that's why I love you. Never at a loss for words." I grinned.
"How..."
I stepped in the door and pulled Tami into my arms, kissing her deeply.
"Tami, did you really think I'd miss this?"
"But I didn't tell..."
"Lady, you've been acting weird ever since you found out that the regional tournament was this weekend. You think I wouldn't get suspicious and ask questions?" I kissed her again and winked at her mother sitting on the bed in the room.
"But you're in Idaho."
"I'm a man of many talents. Being in two places at once is just one of them."
"But..."
"Tami, I was in Idaho this morning. We beat Alaska by the way. Just after noon, I got on one of them thar flying contraptions, and now I'm here."
"But you have a game tonight."
"No. I have a date tonight. Besides, they won't let me wear my tux on the field." I let go of Tami, stepped back and twirled, showing off my tuxedo. "And, I'd like to point out, I don't even like to wear a tie, so you better win tonight."
"God, I'm glad you're here," she said and melted into my arms again.
"...and thank you. This was a tough year for the judges. All the entries were excellent," the M.C. said, glancing down at his notes.
I wondered if any announcer anywhere had ever said it was an easy decision.
"One hundred and thirty-six articles were submitted to the panel by the editors of local papers. The panel managed to cull them down to the final eight, represented here tonight. These eight articles represent the very best of high school journalism in the western United States. The Bothwell foundation is proud of all of them. All of those final eight will be receiving a plaque and a brand new laptop from Compaq to make their future writing endeavors easier."
"That is cool," I whispered to Tami, who seemed to be in shock.
"The second runner-up, and winner of a five hundred dollar scholarship, from the Growl, at North Marion High School in Aurora, Oregon, Jerry Todd, for his article on dirty tricks in school politics." There was a lot of applause as a guy about seventeen or eighteen made his way to the podium. He was only wearing a suit, which made me feel special in my tux, even though it felt like the damn thing was trying to strangle me.
It took a couple of minutes for him to thank his writing teacher, his journalism teacher, and his editor and declare that his five hundred dollars would go toward a journalism major at Oregon State.
"The first runner-up, and winner of a twenty-five hundred dollar scholarship is very special. Of course all of our finalists are special; in fact all of our entrants are special. But this young lady is the youngest ever to be a finalist. In fact, she's the first freshman ever nominated. From the..."
"Tami," I said, shaking her. "He's talking about you."
"...Washington, Tami Sharp, for her article on wife abuse."
Tami sat, staring at the podium. I reached over and pinched her side. She jumped, glared at me for a second, then stood to loud applause. She walked up to the podium in a daze, accepted her plaque, then faced the audience.
"I'd like to point out that I'm a sophomore now. Though I was a freshman when I wrote it. But right now, I feel like I'm back in the third grade, and have to give an oral report to the class."
The audience laughed, and that seemed to loosen up Tami.
"I'd like to thank four people tonight. Mr. Walker, my high school journalism teacher. Miss Kroeger, my middle school writing teacher, and my mom. They've all really helped me as I learned to write, or as I'm learning to write, I should say. Special thanks to my friend, Tony Sims, who encouraged me to write this and..."
`Don't do it, Tami,' I thought.
"...who managed to get my article published after the school principal blocked it."
She did it.
"He even got suspended for his trouble. Without him, I wouldn't be here tonight. Thank you all."
Tami rushed off the little stage, and as she came back, I stood and gave her a hug.
It was my fault, of course. I'd never explained to Tami that I wanted to keep it quiet about how her article got published. We were both so hyped about her taking second that we didn't even hear who beat her.
"Are you Tony Sims?"
"Yes," I answered automatically as I turned.
"Hi. I'm Roger Mahoney," a tall thin man introduced himself. "I'm with the San Francisco Examiner."
`Unh oh,' I thought. "Glad to meet you," I said.
"I've read your friend's article. It was very well done. Especially for a freshman." The eight finalist articles were all in a little book the association had put together.
"She's very talented," I agreed.
"So I understand you had a little trouble getting published."
"Mostly a misunderstanding," I said, trying to minimize it.
"You got suspended. Sounds like more than a misunderstanding."
"Ancient history."
Mahoney grinned. "Obviously you don't want to talk about it. Afraid of more trouble?"
I sighed. "Sit down and I'll tell you a fairy tale." Mahoney sat and I told him about school, Parker, and the article. And about Mr. Mulino who would get caught in the middle. "So if you want to write an article, write about Tami."
Mahoney smiled, but didn't commit himself. We chatted for a couple of minutes. It turned out he'd read the article in People and recognized me from that, too. So I told him all about Robbie and the real story of the fire.
"Now what?" Tami asked as we walked to the elevator, her mom trailing behind.
"Well first, I tell you for the three hundred and seventy-second time just how good you look in that dress." Actually, it was more of a gown. Low cut in the front without a hint of suspension that I could see. It was a pale blue with white highlights. Tami looked like she was ready for a trip to the Oscars.
"Then we figure out how to get rid of your mom for a couple of hours."
"Not happening," her mom said as she joined us on the elevator.
"Then at eleven thirty, I get on another big silver bird and fly back to Idaho." I checked, and we'd beaten Southern Washington, so we were in the championship game.
"You have to go back?"
"Afraid so. They can't win more than one game without me, you know." We got off the elevator and headed down the hall.
Tami pouted. "I'm sorry you came all this way and missed your game, and I didn't win."
"Tamarone Sharp, that's ridiculous. I didn't fly to San Francisco to see you win. I came to be with you. And I've played ninety-three games this year, and missed one. That's not bad. And for the record, you may not have won the Bothwell Award, but you came in second out of the Western half of the country. And confidentially, that's a lot tougher competition than the eastern half. And you were the first freshman ever nominated.
"Lady, if you want to whine, do it around somebody else."
Tami looked surprised.
So did her mother. "You know, I feel like taking a walk," she announced. "I'll be back in an hour or so."
Tami looked even more surprised as she watched her mother disappear down the hall toward the elevators.
Tami looked at me. "I..."
I grinned. "Would you get that door open. She gave us an hour and it's going to take me half that to figure out how to get you out of that contraption."
Chapter 7
"They probably all hate me."
It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, and every star in the galaxy was twinkling at full power. It was cool after the rain. I'd gotten back from Nampa yesterday, but a heavy rain had kept me from my ritual walk with Tami. The rain finally let up this afternoon, and now the night was perfect.
I squeezed Tami's hand. "Who hates you?"
"Everybody."
"Every-who?"
"Your team. You lost."
"We sure did. But why would they hate you?"
"I took you away."
"Tami, love of my life, you're being an idiot." Tami glared at me out of the corner of her eye. I squeezed her hand again. "Worse, you're being insecure and feeling sorry for yourself, and it doesn't become you."
"I..."
"Quiet! I am speaking," I said pompously. She giggled, which I took as a good sign. "We not only lost, we went down in flames. But it had absolutely nothing to do with you."
"But, I..."
"Fact: if our team couldn't win without me, then they didn't deserve to be regional champions. Fact: the game I missed, we won. I got back in plenty of time for the two games on Sunday, and those are the ones we blew. Fact: we lost because in the first game, we had two hits. That's out of the whole team, and even if you hexed me, how do you explain everybody else? Even Robbie couldn't get a hit. Fact: the team made more errors in the first game than in the whole tournament. What do you have to do with that?"
"Nothing I guess."
"Nothing is right. And even if my going to San Francisco in the middle of the tournament jinxed us, you didn't ask me to go. Hell, you didn't even tell me about it. I had to worm it out of your mother. I decided to go. I decided what was important. Comprende?"
Tami gave me a half smile. "Yeah."
"Besides, as I see it, we're not losers, we're the second best team in seven states and two provinces.Just like you're the second-best reporter in the Western U.S. Figure it gives us both something to work for."
Tami grinned and nodded.
"And anyway, now the team from Montana has to go to Texas in the middle of August, not us. We can just relax and kick back and enjoy the rest of the summer."
* * *
"Can I talk to you?" Ashley asked, coming out of the kitchen.
"Sure. Where's Robbie?"
"She felt the need to check on the chickens." Robbie's dad had decided that he wanted to keep some chickens for fresh eggs, so he built a coop out behind the house.
I'd been sitting on the sofa watching General Hospital with Robbie when she'd gone to the kitchen for some drinks. I admit it. I'd gotten hooked, but I only watched every couple of weeks. That was enough to keep current.
"I thought she was getting drinks?"
"She was, but I came in the back, and we talked."
"And now she's chicken girl."
Ashley nodded.
"You can sit down, you know."
"I..."
I thought about pulling her onto my lap, but we hadn't fooled around since she and Robbie started whatever they started.
"Take a breath and talk. We're friends. You can tell me anything." I waited, but Ashley didn't say anything. "Well, almost anything. Don't tell me I have big ears. I'd hate that."
Ashley smiled and moved to the end of the sofa and sat down.
"Robbie told me what you did?"
I smiled. "That could be a good thing, or a bad thing. Depending on which thing I did that she told you about."
"On the fourth. You know."
"Oh. When I got so caught up in my soap that I totally forgot about the two hot naked women waiting for me upstairs."
Ashley sighed. "No, when you gave me a chance to do something that I'd thought... that I'd fantasized about for a long time."
"Nah. I just forgot."
"Tony, somehow, I doubt you ever forgot about any girl. You were being sweet."
"Don't let it get around. My rep, you know."
"Thank you." She scooted over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"You can do better than that." I picked her up and lifted her onto my lap. Then I kissed her, no tongue but long and hard. Her breath tasted pepperminty. "I've missed that," I said when we finished.
"Wow!"
"Thank you," I said, grinning. I cuddled with her. "Was it everything you dreamed?"
"More." She knew I was talking about her and Robbie, not our kiss. "And less. Want the details?"
Oh, God, yes. "Not really." I am such a liar.
Ashley grinned. "Yes, you do. And someday, I'm going to get you naked on a bed, just the two of us, and tell you."
Damn, I love my life.
"Then, I'm gonna lose my cherry."
My heart stopped beating. Three, maybe four beats. Then it started again. "What?"
"Robbie and I talked about it. We think, when I'm ready, you should be the one."
I remembered when Robbie had said almost the same thing. "But I thought...?"
"That I was a lez?"
"No, that you were in love with Robbie?"
"I was, I am. At least I think I am. But she's not in love with me. She's in love with... She's not in love with me."
"But you two..." I stammered. Then I thought, `Robbie's in love? Who the hell is Robbie in love with?'
"We have fun. Let's just leave it at that."
"Okay."
"Unless you want to join us for real? Robbie's got a big bed."
"I don't think so."
Why did I spend so much time, talking myself out of sex? It wasn't natural.
* * *
I was sitting on a tall stool, mike in hand. Toby Reyes started in on the piano. I listened to the first eight bars, then the spot came up, centered on me.
"I don't like to sleep alone,
stay with me, don't go.
Talk with me, for just a while.
So much of you, to get to know."
Sally Reyes, Toby's sister, came in softly with a single snare drum and cymbal.
"Reaching out, touching you.
Leaving all my worries, far behind.
Lovin' you, the way I do,
My mouth on yours, and yours on mine."
Tami was sitting in the front row, and I stepped off the low stage and up to her, talking her hand.
"Marry me. Or let me live with you.
Nothing's wrong, when love is right.
Like the man said, in his song,
Help me make it through the night."
"Loneliness, can get you down,
when you get to thinking, no one cares.
Lean on me, and I'll lean on you.
Together we will see it through."
I let go of Tami and went back to the center of the stage.
"I don't like to sleep alone.
It's sad to think that some folks do."
"No, I don't like to sleep alone.
No one does, do you?"
"I don't like to sleep alone.
No one does, do you?"
I took a quick bow and got the hell out of Dodge. The Paul Anka song was a good one, but I still wasn't sure it wouldn't get me lynched.
Robbie was next. She belted out Dolly Parton's `I Will Always Love You' in a voice that Dolly would have been proud of and a style somewhere in between Parton's original arrangement and Whitney Houston's more modern one.
You didn't need an applause meter to know who won that one.
Paul Walker's garage band did a number, then the high school swing choir. Then Robbie and I were back, this time with a duet. Robbie had put together a small group to back us. Sally and Toby Reyes, with Chad Davis on guitar. She called them Unrehearsed.
I started on my own.
"Wrote my whole life down in a notebook,
songs about you and me."
Then Chad came in softly.
"Been singin' to every soul in Tennessee."
Toby and Sally joined in.
"Nobody seems to listen.
No one ever smiles the way that you do.
So, I guess you'll never hear me on the radio.
I'd give up this crazy dream of mine,
to hold you once more."
Robbie joined in on the chorus.
"Won't you meet me in Montana.
I want to see the mountains in your eyes.
I've had all of this life I can handle,
meet me underneath that big Montana sky."
Then it was Robbie's turn.
"I left home for Hollywood,
looking for a part to play.
Well, you always said, I had such a pretty face.
But I guess, I'm not that pretty,
cause no one looks at me, the way that you do."
Me again.
"Well, you'll always be a movie star to me."
Robbie.
"Darlin' now I guess it's time, I let go of that dream."
The two of us in harmony.
"Won't you meet me in Montana.
I want to see the mountains in your eyes.
I've had all of this life I can handle,
meet me underneath that big Montana sky.
Robbie.
"Well, we're stuck here in these hill that they call mountains,"
Me.
"Darlin, back home in your arms is right where I want to be."
Harmony.
"Won't you meet me in Montana.
I want to see the mountains in your eyes.
I've had all of this life I can handle,
meet me underneath that big Montana sky."
"In Montana
I want to see the mountains in your eyes.
I've had all of this life I can handle,
meet me underneath that big Montana sky."
The applause was almost as good as it was for Robbie's song. Somebody yelled encore, but I think it was Robbie's dad.
We got off the stage and mingled. The parent association was having a pre-school-year get-together and asked Robbie to organize the entertainment.
I was standing to the side, talking to Sally and Toby.
"Mr. Sims."
Some sounds are just always associated with disaster. Mr. Parker's voice. My name with a mister in front of it.
"Mr. Parker," I said, turning around.
He had a sour look on his face; but then, without it, I might not have recognized him.
"That song was completely inappropriate for a teenage boy. Especially for this meeting."
I smiled. "You're probably right." I turned back to Sally and Toby, making a mental note to thank Robbie for picking it.
"I'm talking to you."
"That's nice," I said without bothering to turn around.
"I said, I was talking to you," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and turning me toward him. I noticed that several people were looking our way.
"I heard you. You're talking to me. But I'm trying to talk to my friends. You didn't like my song. Fine. That's your opinion, and you're entitled to it. Hell, the constitution even guarantees you the right to speak it. But I don't have to care." I turned back to the Reyes's.
"Mr. Sims, your attitude is going to get you in more trouble." He grabbed my shoulder again and spun me hard.
"Parker, this isn't school." I tried to shake his hand off, but he was squeezing hard. "I don't give a fuck what you think."
It was like somebody unplugged the sound system. Total silence.
"Mr. Sims, I've had about enough of your..."
"If you don't get your hand off my son, I'll take it off," My dad said in a soft voice.
"Mr. Sims, your son..."
"You may not hear well. Get your damn hand off my kid!"
Parker pulled his arm back like he'd been burned.
"Mr. Sims, his attitude..."
Dad stepped up and put his arm around my shoulder. "Parker, I haven't been in a fight in twenty years. Touch Tony again, and you and I will find out if I remember how."
"I was just..."
"You were just being a pompous asshole."
I couldn't believe my dad used that word.
"You told Tony you didn't like his song. He told you he didn't care. Was there anything else?"
"That song was totally inappropriate."
"Tony also told you, this isn't school. You don't get to decide what's appropriate. His mother and I will decide what's appropriate. Since this is Mrs. Keith's meeting, she can decide what's appropriate. Nobody really cares what you think."
Parker seemed shocked, but wasn't smart enough to quit when he was behind. "Did you hear his language?"
"Yeah, he showed more restraint than I would have."
"But I... lack of respect."
"I totally agree," Dad said, squeezing my shoulder."And tomorrow, I'll take the day off and have a talk with your superintendent about the lack of respect you have for your students."
"This isn't about me. He..."
Dad held his hand up to stop him, then looked around. "Mrs. Keith, this was your meeting. Were you offended by any of the music?"
Mrs. Keith stepped forward, she was a dumpy middle-aged woman. Her daughter was the captain of the cheerleaders, and probably the hottest girl in school, now that Alana had graduated. I wondered if she'd look like this in twenty years.
"I thought the music was great. Tony's song was touching."
I found out later that she made some comments to mom about my song being a little mature.
"It was inappropriate," Parker insisted.
"Bonny!" Tami's mom stepped up. "He was singing to your daughter. Were you offended?"
"My future son-in-law singing to my baby. There's nothing sweeter in the world."
"Parker, if you have anything to say to my son, ever, you'd better talk to me or my wife first."
"You don't have to take that tone..."
"Goodbye, Mr. Parker."
Parker glared for a second, then turned and walked toward the door.
"Thanks, Dad." I said. I was never so proud of him.
Dad let go of me and stepped in front, leaning forward until we were nose to nose. "If you ever use that word in public again," he said in a low voice, "I'll pull your pants down and paddle you right here."
"Yes, sir."
He started to turn away, then turned back, but not right in my face this time. "Unless you're talking to that asshole. I can only expect so much self-control."
I grinned and put my arm around him. "Mom wants to trade you in on a newer model, but I'm keeping you."
Chapter 8
"How the hell did you arrange this?" I asked, as I settled on the sofa.
"Well, I'd never lie to your mom, 'cause I know how you feel about that. But I may have given her the impression that several more guys and girls were going to be here." Robbie sat on my lap. She was wearing a pair of purple gym shorts, and that was all. "Oh, and I think I forgot to mention that Dad is back in Tennessee until Monday."
"Forgot to mention it?"
"I planned to, but it slipped my mind." Robbie leaned back against me.
"Too bad Tami couldn't come." She gone to Seattle with her mom to shop.
"Still thinking about your threesome," Robbie accused. "You had your chance, you chose a General Hospital instead."
"My life is a soap opera. I can relate."
Robbie started to sit up and say something, then relaxed. I enjoyed the feeling of her body resting against mine. "I chose today because I knew Tami was going to be gone. She knows. We talked about it."
"Oh." More soap opera.
We didn't talk much, just snuggled as we watched a movie on TV. My Best Friend's Wedding. I'd brought the DVD with me, thinking that Robbie would like it. Not realizing until I sat there, watching it with her that here was a movie about a love triangle, and I was living a love triangle.
Robbie loved it, almost crying at the end.
"You ready for bed?" she asked as she clicked the remote, turning off the TV and the DVD player.
"Uh, yeah." I found myself slightly nervous. I'd had sex with Robbie, and I'd slept with her. I smiled to myself, remembering the trouble I'd had with Tami about `sleeping' with Robbie. But now, I was going to do both. Have sex and go to sleep.
It seemed like a big step.
I kinda wished it could have been with Tami, but Robbie was almost as good.
Robbie climbed off my lap, then held her hand out to help me up. She pointed me toward the stairs as she wandered around turning off lights and locking doors.
I was sitting on the bed when she came up.
"In the words of someone I know and respect, you're wearing too many clothes," she said with a grin.
With a quick shimmy, she was standing in the door naked.
`Damn, I love my life,' I thought as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.
* * *
Almost two hours later we lay spoon fashion, my cock buried in Robbie's cunt from behind. I'd cum twice and hadn't even been sure I could get it up a third time. Robbie had scored half a dozen orgasms. I was catching my breath. Bed with Robbie was a lot more workout than football or baseball. A lot more fun too.
We lay for several minutes, just enjoying the closeness of each other and the bond between us, and I don't just mean my tool. I listened to Robbie's rhythmic breathing, finally realizing just why it was so rhythmic. She was asleep.
I decided I was secure enough to think she was asleep because she felt safe and loved in my arms, not because sex with me was boring.
That left me with one unsatisfied battering ram nestled within her. I knew I could never go to sleep like this, but I didn't want to wake her. So I lay, holding her, and being content. I thought about Robbie, and Robbie and Ashley, and Tami, and football, and...
I woke. My cock was hard, but it was trapped between Robbie's thighs, having slipped out of her pussy. I wondered if it had gone soft in the night, then hard again as usual in the morning. Or had it stayed hard all night?
I thought about gently fucking Robbie awake, but my bladder decided to be part of the equation. I eased my cock out from between her legs and rolled off the bed as gently as I could. I looked forward to coming back and spending all morning in bed with Robbie.
When I came back, Robbie's eyes were open, and she watched as I walked back into the room. Thankfully, my cock had subsided during my morning waterworks, 'cause there's just no dignified way to walk with a hard-on.
"You're worth waking up for," she purred.
I grinned, "You look pretty good yourself."
"I need a kiss."
I grinned again. "Your wish, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."
I stepped over to the bed and leaned down. I was going to give her a quick peck on the lips, but as our lips touched, Robbie grabbed me and pulled me into a long deep kiss.
"I needed that," she said a few seconds later.
What can I say, I'm good.
"Go home."
"What?" I thought I was good.
"Go home."
"I thought we... I mean, I was going to... I..." I hate when I can't put a complete sentence together.
"Tony, I liked last night. Hell, I needed last night. But, we're done."
"I... I don't understand."
"Tony, it's been great. But you're in love with Tami. You need to be with her."
"But I... we..."
"Tony, you've been my friend. You are my friend and I hope you always will be. We've been and we will be team-mates. But that's all we are."
"I don't understand," I said again.
"I do. And that's enough."
* * *
"Robbie dumped me. Again," I told Tami as soon as she came back.
"I know."
"You do?"
"She told me what she was going to do."
"She thinks I haven't been fair to you. I'm sorry." I reached for her hand, but she grabbed me in a hug.
"Don't be sorry, and that's not what she thinks."
"That's what she said."
"No, I think that's what you heard."
"I... don't... understand." I was getting real tired of saying that. Maybe someday they'll discover a Rosetta stone for communications between sexes.
We were standing on the front lawn, watching the slow transition from day to night. Tami let go of me and turned, looking up in the sky. Only three stars had come out to play so far. She watched them sparkle.
"Robbie's in love."
"That's what Ashley said. So there's some one else."
Tami kept watching the sky but held her hand out to me. I took it.
"Tony, she's in love with you."
"What? I don't..." I didn't want to say I don't understand again.
"Don't be dense. She's been in love with you since the first day she showed up on your doorstep."
"But she dumped me. Right after the talent show."
"She told me once that love is doing what's right for the other person. She knew that you, uh, that you loved me. And she knew that I loved you. She dumped you because she thought it was the best thing for you. That it was right." Tami lowered her head and looked into my eyes. "I think she was right."
"But we've been happy. I mean, haven't we?"
Tami smiled. "Yeah, we've been happy. I didn't mind sharing. Especially with Robbie. But it was hard for her. It hurt her. She decided that she had to find something, someone of her own."
"Ashley," I said softly.
Tami kissed me gently, then lifted her head to the sky again. A dozen stars shone now. "I think Ashley will help, but she isn't the answer. Can you say unrequited?" Tami didn't wait for an answer. "It's like those romantic comedies you like. Ashley loves Robbie, but Robbie loves Tony, and Tony loves Tami."
"And Tami loves Tony. I hope."
"She does."
"So does anybody live happily ever after?"
"Us!"
"Does that mean you'll marry me?"
"Tony Marion Sims," she said, looking me in the face again. "You can't even get your driver's license for five-and-a-half months. You're not talking your mom into signing a marriage license."
"I can be very persuasive."
"That you can."
"So what about Robbie?"
"We give her space when she needs it. We be her friends when she needs us. We hope she finds what she's looking for."
"You're a very smart lady."
"Once upon a time I learned a lot from a very wise boyfriend."
"What ever happened to him?" I said, losing myself in her eyes.
"We got married and lived happily ever after."
Chapter 9
"I am so glad that's over," I said as I slammed my locker closed.
"What?" Tami asked, closing hers more gently.
"School. Only one hundred and seventy-nine more days to go."
Tami looked exasperated. "You like school, and you know it," she said.
I was always amazed that Tami could say something in such a way that it seemed like she stomped her foot, but didn't have to."Shush," I said. "I'm a football player. That's not the sort of thing I want to get around."
"And just what if I want to tell the whole school that Tony Sims is sensitive and caring AND likes school?"
"You can be replaced, you know," I said, putting my hands on her hips and looking into her eyes. God! I loved her eyes. I understood now why poets spent so much time talking about limpid pools or lipid pools or tepid pools or whatever it was.
"Yeah, by who?" she demanded. "Robbie dumped you, remember?"
"There's always Allie. Major cute, a cheerleader, and she thinks I'm wonderful. That's a pretty good combination."
Tami grinned. "I realize there's more to Allie than I used to think, but you'd be bored stiff inside a week."
"But what a week."
"Besides, I don't think she'd be as understanding about Mikee and Kelly."
"Mikee and Kelly? But I thought... I mean, I was gonna stop..."
"Oh! Would you get it through your head that that was about you and Robbie, not you and me."
"But..."
"But nothing. I told you before, I don't mind sharing." Tami smiled again. "Besides, I think you're good for the girls."
"What? They don't get enough exercise?"
"No. I think it's good for them to know just how great a guy can be. I think a lot of girls get stuck with a couple of jerks in a row and think that's all there is to choose from. These girls are going to know better."
"You're going to make me blush." From the quizzical look on her face, I had a feeling I was. "Besides, you're not exactly the voice of experience. We've been going out since the seventh grade."
Tami looked sad for a second. "I've had a chance to see a jerk in action."
"Oh. Yeah, right. Sorry."
Tami brightened again. "Not your fault. Mine. I wonder what ever happened to Peter?"
"I heard he was cooking meth in Montana," Robbie said as she walked up.
"You're making that up," Tami accused.
Robbie smiled knowingly.
"I hope you're making that up. He wasn't all that bright, and not very methodical. If he's playing with chemicals, someone's gonna get blown up."
Robbie grinned. "Actually, I heard he was going to school in Wenatchee."
Then Robbie looked at me. She smiled and I felt better. It was a real smile, not forced or fake. She hadn't been on the bus that morning, and we didn't have any classes together this year, not even the same lunch period, so I wasn't sure how we were gonna be.
"You'll never guess..." she started to say.
Just as I said, "You won't believe..."
We smiled at each other, then looked at Tami, then back at each other and laughed. "Go ahead," I offered.
"Tommy Sands came looking for me at lunch." Tommy was a senior and definitely on the cool list. "He wants us to be in a show."
"What kind of show?" Tami asked.
"A play. A musical."
I grinned. "That's awesome. Too bad we'll be busy."
"We will?"
"Kirk Sulvan looked me up fifth period. He wants us to be in a show. It's a play. A musical."
God, the look on her face. I love it when I can really surprise Robbie. It's hard to do, but worth it.
"What's going on here?" she asked.
I shrugged.
Suddenly, Tami started jumping up and down, clapping her hands. "Oh goody. I actually know something you two brains don't."
"What?" Robbie and I demanded together.
"Oh, nothing," Tami said with a grin.
I looked at Robbie, "You want to hold her while I tickle her? Or shall I hold her?"
Robbie smiled tightly. She reminded me of little Wednesday Addams in the second movie when she said, `Be afraid. Be very afraid.'
She must have reminded Tami too. "I'll tell. I was talking to Mr. Walker during journalism. There's a big state-wide contest for the best student produced play. Each school can submit one, then there's going to be regional contests all over the state, then the winners get to go to the finals in Seattle."
"Wow!" Robbie and I said together again. We looked at each other; then she giggled and I grinned.
"They're going to broadcast each of the regional winners. There's supposed to be a big prize, too, but Mr. Walker didn't say what it was."
"Wow!" I said again, this time by myself.
"So which one do we pick?" Robbie asked, more to herself than to me. "Tommy or Kirk?"
"Well, we have four choices. We could go with Tommy. Or we could go with Kirk. Or you could go with Tommy and I'll go with Kirk. Or we can skip the whole thing."
"There's a fifth choice," Tami said. We both looked at her. "You could do your own thing."
"That's..." I was going to say ridiculous.
"... a hell of an idea," Robbie finished for me. "I'll... we'll have to think about that.
"Right now..." Robbie picked up my wrist and looked at my watch. "We're supposed to be dressed and on the football field in three minutes."
"Oh shit!" I said, reaching down and grabbing my backpack.
Tami cuffed the top of my head just as Robbie's hand smacked my ass. "You're always on the girls about their language," Tami reminded me.
I grinned, grabbed Robbie's hand, and we ran for the locker room.
Did I mention, I love my life?
Chapter 10
"If we do this, we're going to need..." Robbie started.
"Not to rain on your parade, but do you even know if we can do this?" I butted in.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if each school gets to submit one production, and Tommy and Kirk both plan their own, can we?"
"Oh?"
"Well, if the school can submit one," Tami said. "And Tommy and Kirk and who knows who else all want to do one, the school's going to have to produce them all and choose, or come up with a FAIR way to decide who gets a shot. So it can't hurt to be ready."
"True," Robbie agreed.
"Tommy and Kirk both want to do musicals, but we can do dramas, comedies, whatever," Tami pointed out.
"I think if we're..." I pointed at Robbie, then back at myself. "...going to do it, we should stick with a musical. We can get Unrehearsed back together, then add a few more. Toby on Piano, Chad on guitar, and Sally plays like a regular Karen Carpenter."
"Who?" Kelly piped up from where she was snuggled on my lap.
"Karen Carpenter. The Carpenters?" Kelly looked blank. So did her sister, sitting between Robbie and Tami on the sofa. The younger generation, huh.
"We need to talk to them."
"You sound like WE'VE decided."
Robbie had the grace to look embarrassed. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant if we go with Unrehearsed..."
I smiled and waved her off. "Robbie you've been making my decisions since we met. If you stop now, I'll just get confused."
Robbie blushed.
"Pizzas ready," Mom announced from the kitchen, bringing in a large pizza, paper plates and towels.
"Thanks, Mom."
She surveyed the room. I know she was dying to make a comment about me hanging out with four cute girls, but I think she decided not to embarrass Kelly. She waved and went back to the kitchen.
Traci looked in from the hall, then started to back out again.
"Come on in, Trace. Lots of pizza," I offered.
She smiled shyly and came in, helping herself to pizza and sitting on the floor.
Mom came back with cans of Coke and smiled at me after noticing that Traci had been included. Damn, I love racking up those brownie points. With my habit of getting suspended every March, they came in handy.
"So if we're going to do a musical, which one?" Robbie asked around a mouthful of pizza.
"Jesus Christ, Superstar," Tami suggested. "I can picture Tony as Judas belting out Heaven on Their Minds."
"So you picture me as the biggest traitor in history?"
Tami giggled.
"How about Man of La Mancha, I have a little Don Quixote in me."
"More than a little," Traci said, then looked away.
"I can't see Parker letting us stage Superstar. Too controversial. And I'd be willing to bet that there will be a couple of La Manchas from other schools," Robbie, the cool head of reason, pointed out.
"There's always Oh, Calcutta!" I suggested.
"Just where were you planning to hide the body?" Robbie asked.
I grinned. "I know a couple of spots in the woods back here where Parker will never be found."
"I say we do it," Tami said, surprising me. "Right after you talk my mom into letting me go on stage naked."
"You could do The Sound of Music," Traci suggested. "I always loved that one."
"More schools will do that than La Mancha," Robbie said, a little more sharply that was necessary, I thought.
"You might want to think about how big a production you want," Tami suggested. "You've got two singing and one non-singing roles." She patted her chest. "Two if we shanghai Mikee. And Tommy and Kirk are already trolling for talent. If you decide how big you want to get, that may help you pick a play."
"I think somewhere between four and thirty," I said.
"Thanks, Tony. That really narrows it down." Robbie said sarcastically.
"Besides a thirty-way split is no fun at all." Tami added. We'd discovered that first prize is five grand. Half for the school, and half split among the cast.
"Greed doesn't become you," I accused.
"I was thinking of you," she said in defense. "You've got to start saving for a wedding ring." Mikee did a classic double take and ended up staring at Tami, who just smiled serenely.
"We could do our own." Why did I suddenly feel like Micky Rooney; `Hey kids, let's put on a show.'
"Sure," Robbie agreed sarcastically. "You can probably write a play in a week. Of course a dozen songs might take a little longer."
"I was thinking we could pick some songs, then write enough story to tie them together. Something like the Beatles did with Hard Day's Night and Help.""I noticed the blank look on Kelly's face. "Tell me you don't know who the Beatles are and I have to send you home."
"Of course I do," she said firmly. I decided not to put her on the spot and make her name a Beatles song. I didn't want to send her home.
"Now I get to play rain cloud," Tami said. "If you use other people's songs on stage, and on television, if you get that far, do you have to pay royalties?"
I shrugged.
"Can I make a suggestion?" Traci piped up.
"What?" Robbie snapped.
Traci got off the floor. "I was just going to say you might want to talk to Mr. McCoy at the middle school. He's been a professional musician. He might be able to help." Traci turned and walked away.
I didn't look at Robbie. I gave Kelly a little shove, and she got the idea and stood up, then I got up and followed my sister. She'd already gone into her room and closed the door. I opened it without bothering to knock. Her back was to me, but I knew that tears would be starting at the corners of her eyes.
"You are not going to let someone treat you like that in your own house," I said to her back.
"But, she's your..."
"And you are not going to cry. Anybody who survived twelve years living with me, is tougher than that."
She turned and tried to smile. Her eyes were already red.
I held out my hand. "Come on."
She took it and followed, though not enthusiastically.
I walked her back into the living room and stood in front of Robbie. "I want to introduce you. This is my sister Traci. This is HER house and HER living room, AND I invited her to join us. If you have a problem with that, you can leave."
Robbie looked up at me defiantly, she opened her mouth, I could almost feel a wave of sarcasm. Robbie looked down at her toes. "I'm sorry." She looked up at Traci and smiled. "I'm really sorry. It's not you. It's just... I'm being real bitchy today."
Traci nodded. "Cause you broke up with my brother again," she said sagely.
Did I miss a bulletin on CNN or something?
Robbie nodded. "Will you please stay?"
Traci nodded and held out her hand. The two girls shook.
I sat back down in Dad's chair and pulled Traci onto my knees. She looked embarrassed, but stayed.
"Can I do anything to make it up to you?" Robbie asked.
"Can you teach me to hit? I suck at softball," Traci said without hesitation.
"What about Tony?"
"He's my brother," she said, as if that explained everything. I guess it did.
* * *
"Tony, can I see you a minute?" Mom called when I returned from walking Tami and the girls home. Dad was driving Robbie. I joined Mom in the dining room, where she was working on bills at the table.
I stood by the table as she finished writing a check and stuffing it in an envelope.
"You know when you were eight, your sister tried very hard to get you traded in on a dog. A golden retriever. You were a real pain that year. You were full of yourself because you were the best on your team at baseball, you were the best at football, you got the best grades. I almost went for it."
I didn't remember being all that bad, and didn't have a clue what she was leading up to.
"Tonight, I don't think she'd trade you in, even for a pony."
Chapter 11
"And how are we this morning?" I asked as Tami and I walked up the hall. Robbie was standing by her locker.
"Fine. Dad drove me to school."
"And what's the reading on the bitchiness meter?"
Robbie looked slightly annoyed. "About a two. I'm good."
"You don't want to hit, kick, or strangle anyone?"
"Tony, I said I was sorry."
"It's not that. It's just that football practice has been canceled for today. You won't have a chance to work out your aggressions."
"Tami's going to be a widow if you don't lay off. It's been a week. Forgive and forget."
"Oh, I forgave you last Monday. But I have a memory like an aardvark."
"An aardvark?"
"Elephants remember a long time. Aardvarks remember forever."
Both girls gave me funny looks.
I grinned. "But the good news is, we have an appointment with Mr. McCoy after school."
"When did you set that up?"
"Let's see, the bus got here about eight minutes ago. Kevin told me about practice about six minutes ago, some kind of teacher's meeting. So about four minutes ago, Tami and I went to the office and called Mr. McCoy. Then about two minutes ago, we walked over here, and here we are.
"You're annoying," Robbie said with a smile.
"But cute."
"Too cute for your own good," Tami said from beside me.
"I know," I said and flinched as Tami punched me in one arm and Robbie the other. "Ow."
"Why do you put up with him? Robbie asked.
"I do it for humanity. If I dump him, some poor innocent girl will get stuck with him. Besides, he makes me laugh."
I suppose there are worse epitaphs.
* * *
"So what do you think?" Robbie asked as we stood outside the middle school waiting for our rides.
I squeezed Tami's hand as I looked at Robbie. "I think Mr. McCoy's right. We should e-mail ASCAP and get good information, but if it's fifty dollars a day like he thought, that could get real expensive real fast.
"Yeah, eight to ten songs, that's five hundred bucks a day."
"Twelve songs."
"Twelve?" she asked looking at me funny.
"That's what we figured when we wrote it."
"Wrote what?"
"The musical, of course," Tami said with a smile.
"You wrote an entire musical in a week?"
I grinned. "Over the weekend, actually. Tami, Traci, and the girls helped."
"And you were going to tell me, when?"
"Now."
"You wrote an entire musical over the weekend," Robbie repeated to herself.
"Well, I came up with a storyline, then all the girls helped me find songs to fit the story, then we just had to write dialog to connect the songs together."
"Twelve songs," Robbie repeated.
"Yep, though that could change. Right now we have one male and three female singing parts and one female and three male non-singing parts."
"Don't forget the angel," Tami reminded.
"Oh yeah, we have an angel that could be a boy or a girl. We don't have a song for him/her now, but we'd like one. We'll probably have to write it ourselves. We can steal somebody's music and do new lyrics.
"I still can't believe you wrote an entire musical in one weekend."
"Well, the school has to submit an entry for the contest on November third. That gives us less than two months to put everything together."
"It was nice of Mr. McCoy to say he'd help with the musicians and everything," Tami added.
"That'll help a lot," I agreed. "How many do you think we'll need?" I asked Robbie.
"How should I know? I didn't even know we had a play already."
I grinned and nodded to Tami. She took off her backpack and pulled out a sheaf of papers and handed them to Robbie.
Robbie looked down at the papers in her hand. Forty-two pages, single spaced, and that didn't include the lyrics of the songs, just the titles. "I've talked to Sally and Chad, and they're in. Toby said he'd think about it. Do we need more?"
"Well a hundred piece orchestra would be nice, but we can probably get by with three. That gives us piano, guitar and drums," I said.
"A violin would be nice, maybe a trumpet." Tami mused.
"You know, Mr. McCoy knows almost everybody in the high school and middle school. He'll have suggestions."
Tami and I nodded.
Robbie looked down at the stack of paper in her hand again as her dad drove up. "Do I get to know the name of our musical?"
Tami and I looked at each other and grinned. "Well, at the moment I'm calling it Love Stories," I said.
"And I'm calling it Work in Progress," Tami added.
"So officially, it's Untitled Project," I concluded.
"Works for me," Robbie said as she got in the car with her dad.
Chapter 12
"Tell Tami I'll be there in a few minutes."
Robbie followed my gaze up into the stands.
"You'll never change," she accused.
I grinned. "Do you really want me too?"
She cocked her head to the side. "Not sure."
I walked to the end of the bleachers, all the way to the top, over to the middle and started back down again.
"You don't look happy," I said as I came up behind her.
"Huh?" She'd been staring at the field, which, since practice had ended fifteen minutes ago, meant she was staring into space.
"I figure you have to be a spy for the Timberwolves."
"What?" She looked over her shoulder at me.
"The Timberwolves. You're scouting us."
"Why would I do that?"
"Well you don't go to school here. Why else would you be watching our practice?"
"I do too go to school here," she said, shaking her head. Her blond hair was almost shorter than mine, so it didn't shake much. "And I was watching the cheerleaders, not the Cro-Magnons."
"Cute and smart too."
"That is so sexist. I... How'd you know I was smart?" she said finally turning around and look at me.
"Most people would have said Neanderthal. And I still don't believe you go to school here."
"I suppose you know every girl in the school."
"Pretty much." Then I added, "Definitely the cute ones," to annoy her.
"Argh."
"When did you start?" I asked, to change the subject.
"Monday."
"Are you a cheerleader?"
"I was 'til Monday," she said bitterly. "Now I can't try out until spring."
"Bummer."
Bummer? I can't believe I said bummer. I never say bummer.
"Your folks move here for a job? You'll like it once you get used to it."
"No, mom got married. And no, I don't think I'm going to like it here."
"Sorry to hear that."
"That mom got married?"
"No, that you're not going to like it here."
"You should be sorry that my mom got married."
"Why, she marry a jerk? Or don't you want her to be happy?"Of course I want her to be happy! And Steve's an okay guy, I guess."
"Well, I guess, I don't see your problem."
"It's probably stupid, but everything changed. We moved here. It's a new house. New school. I even got a new brother and sister."
"Well, all I can tell you is that change isn't always a bad thing. I moved here two and a half years ago. And I thought my life was over. I mean, my school, all my friends, were back in California. But things have turned out pretty good. I'm Tony Sims, by the way."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah, you got pointed out to me yesterday."
"I did?"
"She said you were a pretty good guy."
"Who?"
"Allie Smidt."
"That explains it. She lies."
"She also said you were cute."
"She only lies part of the time. Do you have a name?"
"Darlene Carter."
"Well, Darlene Carter, welcome to my school."
"It's your school, is it?"
"Pretty much."
"Now, I'm really depressed."
I grinned. "So your plan is to sit and watch the cheerleaders practice until spring and be depressed."
"Why do you care?"
I shrugged.
"Just what I need. A teenage Casanova who thinks he's sensitive."
I stepped down to her level and held out my hand. "Come on."
"Where?"
"Well, I don't want you catching cold sitting here alone in the bleachers. Besides, I thought you might like to meet my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, she's waiting for me out in the parking lot."
"I don't..." She blinked and reached out and let me pull her to her feet.
"You wouldn't believe how long I've been trying to find the right girl for a threesome."
She stepped back away from me. "You're kidding?"
I grinned and waved down the stairs. "Ask her."
Darlene blushed, but started down the steps. I fell in beside her. "You'll like Tami, she's really cute."
* * *
"So is that my replacement?" Tami asked as we sat in the back seat. Mom had just dropped off Robbie and Darlene, who hadn't had a ride.
"You can never be replaced," I whispered. Then, while my mouth was close to her ear, I kissed it. "I figured she can be the backup reserve, in case you get sick or go shopping in Seattle, or something.
"That's what I like about you, always thinking ahead." Tami turned her head and kissed me hard, letting her tongue slip into my mouth.
"Hey, Mom in the car," Mom said from the front seat. "Try to keep it G-rated."
I pulled away from Tami with a grin as Mom turned into the trailer park.
"Did you notice where we dropped Darlene off?" Tami asked.
"A house. I think it was grey."
"It was Mike Reed's house."
"Oh. She said she got a new brother and sister when her mom got married, I didn't ask who."
"If she got Mike as a step-brother, she has a right to be depressed."
"You got that right." Mike had been the starting quarterback last year as a sophomore and again this year, and was full of himself. "Mike's a great athlete but needs work as a human being."
"Unh huh. But the good news is, she gets to be your backup reserve girlfriend."
"I do what I can," I said pompously. I wasn't quick enough to duck the hand that slapped the back of my head.
* * *
"Is your mom home?" I asked as Tami opened the door after dinner.
"No, she had to work late again. She won't be home till eleven."
"Then you should invite me in, and we can be typical unsupervised teenagers," I said with a leer.
"What's gotten in to you? The new girl?"
"No, what's gotten into me is having the sexiest girlfriend in the county and not being able to touch her in days because too many people were around."
"Well, hold that thought, tiger, cause you can't come in."
"I can't?"
"`Fraid not. Talked to mom on the phone a little while ago. She said I could take a fifteen-minute walk with you tonight, but that's it."
"What'd I do?" I asked innocently.
"Not you. Me." Tami blushed. "I'm kinda failing Spanish. I got a D on the first test and an F on this one. Mom said no Tony until I'm passing."
"I knew that backup reserve girlfriend was a good idea."
Tami stuck her tongue out.
"I could help."
"You don't take Spanish, and you speak half a dozen words at most.
"I can count to ten," I said helpfully.
"That's a big help. So you want to take a walk, before I hit the books?"
"I've got a better idea. Your mom's not home..."
I could see the look on Tami's face as she waited for me to suggest that what her mom didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Let's go see Paula," I finished.
"Paula?"
"Paula." I said firmly. The way that Tami read my mind sometimes, it was nice to surprise her now and then. Actually the look on her face was beyond surprise. What's the hyperbole of surprise? Astonishment?
"Paula aced Spanish the last three years. So we go over and I talk her into giving you a little help."
"What's that got to do with mom not being home?"
"While you're getting smarter, I grab Mikee and bring her back to your empty house."
"And Robbie wonders why I put up with you."
I grinned and held out my hand. "Shall we?"
Chapter 13
"You do realize that Tony wrote himself into kissing four different girls?" Robbie pointed out suspiciously.
"I noticed that," Tami said, giving me a small glare.
"I did?" I gave them my innocent face. It usually worked with Mom. "How'd that happen?"
They ignored me.
"He wanted to make it six," Traci pointed out helpfully, just when I was starting to like her.
"Or seven," Mikee added.
I was thinking about making a break for it.
It was Saturday afternoon, and we were all sitting in my living room again. I was in Dad's chair with Tami on my lap. Robbie was sitting in the other chair with her new laptop in her lap, making notes. Traci, Mikee, and Kelly were sharing the sofa.
"Let's get back to business," I said, trying to change the subject. "We've got until Friday."
Mr. Mulino had decided that all the projects had to be organized by Friday, with major casting, stage plans and budgets. When he saw how many there were, he'd decide if all of them got to stage their productions, or just a couple.
So far, we were sure that Tommy and Kirk were going to do musicals. And Leslie Villers was talking about a comedy. And the rumor was that Jimmy Waters and Angelina Gomez had talked about doing something.
We were guessing that Mulino might let three projects stage. So if there were six, half would get eliminated just on their plans. We didn't want to be in that half. We thought that doing an original production might give us a little edge, but a very little one.
"The things we need to decide right now are cast and musicians," Robbie said.
"That means the first decision is whether you want to be girl number one, girl number two, girl number three, or the angel," I told her.
"What if I want to be the nurse?"
"Why do you think we made the nurse a non-singing role?" Tami said and we both grinned.
Robbie stuck her tongue out at us. "The angel would be a good role if you come up with some decent songs for her."
"I'm workin' on it." I'd done three so far, stealing music and writing my own words, but nothing I'd admit to yet.
"That or girl number one."
"That's kinda what we were figuring."
"Are you going to give her a name, or is she going to stay girl number one to save money in the budget."
Tami and I looked at each other. "We work our fingers to the bone writing a musical..." I lamented.
"And all we get is sarcasm," Tami finished.
Robbie looked up at the ceiling.
"Actually, we thought we'd let the cast choose their own names for their characters."
"That's kind of cool," Robbie agreed.
Tami held her hand to the side of her mouth, as if to keep me from hearing. "Actually, we couldn't agree on any of the names."
Robbie smiled. "Any ideas for girl number two?"
"Well, she has to be cute," I said, holding up one finger.
"Unh huh," Tami agreed with a sharp look at me. "And she has to sing. She has two songs."
"Yep," I agreed, holding up a second finger. "Oh, and she has to have an even cuter sister named Kelly." I held up a third finger.
"WHAT?" Mikee exploded as Kelly giggled.
"Can she sing?" Robbie asked with a wicked grin.
"Not a clue, but she's cute, and she has the right sister."
"I can't..." Mikee sputtered.
"Think we should have her audition?" Robbie asked.
"Her singing or the casting couch?" I said, before remembering that Traci was here too.
Traci smiled, thinking I was joking.
"Can you sing?" Tami asked Mikee.
"I..."
"She sings great," Kelly said quickly. "She did a solo in the fourth grade.
"Fine," I agreed. "Then who do we get for girl number three?"
"Don't I get a choice?" Mikee asked, red-faced.
"Nope," Robbie told her. "Now about girl number three?"
"Who do we know whose cute, has short blond hair, and goes out with Brian Lake?" I asked.
"You mean Paula Grey?"
"That's a great idea, Robbie. I never would have thought of her."
Robbie shrugged. "I still don't know why you put with him."
Tami kissed me on the cheek. "He's predictable. Can she sing?"
"With her body, nobody will care."
I really should have anticipated the elbow in the stomach. I'd seen Mom do it to Dad enough. "Ooofff!"
"I was thinking of Rachel Lewis," Tami said.
"She's cute too," I agreed. "But her boobs aren't..." A look from Tami and I shut up.
"Gina Richards or Callie Shaw might be good too," Robbie added.
"Callie's going out with Kirk," Tami pointed out. "She's probably taken.
Robbie nodded. "What about the three guys?"
"We kind of thought we could let girls one, two, and three choose their own."
"That could work," Robbie agreed. "Mikee, who would you like for your man?"You mean, now I get a choice?"
I sighed. "Mikee, would you like to be in our musical?"
"I guess," she said in a small voice. "Paul Tucker."
"For your guy?" she nodded. Paul was a freshman on the JV team.
"Robbie, what about you? Somebody cute and cuddly?" Tami asked.
"Ryan French." Ryan was a junior and a bit of a geek. I had a feeling that Robbie saw him as a project. "But I've decided to be the angel. And my songs better be good."
"So Ryan is just cute and cuddly, but not for the show?" I clarified.
Robbie grinned and nodded.
"So let's move Mikee to girl number one, and we'll try to recruit Paula, Rachel or Gina for girls two and three," Tami said.
"Works for me."
"Me, too," Robbie said.
"Now the music."
"I think I should go talk to Mr. McCoy on Monday while you two are at practice," Tami suggested. "I'll give him our list of songs and see what he thinks we need. Then see if he has any suggestions."
"Sounds good," Robbie agreed.
"Sounds like we got the major stuff taken care of," I said. "I vote we have a make-out break." I leaned forward and kissed Tami.
The girls all watched for a minute.
"I move we have Tony neutered," Robbie said. "All in favor?"
At least Tami didn't put her hand up. And Kelly hesitated.
"Well, if that's the way you want to be," I said when I came up for air. "I'll run over and see Paula and ask her about being in the show."
Tami looked at me, then Robbie. "Is it too late to change my vote?""After a minute's silence, she asked, "Is this what parents feel like when their kids grow up?"
"Kinda, I think."
"Can we keep our kids from growing up?"
"Only if we live in Neverland."
"Let's."
Chapter 16
"Any great ideas?" I asked Robbie. She, Tami, and I were gathered by our lockers for a few minutes before Robbie and I had to rush off to football practice.
"Fresh out," she admitted.
I'd just reported that I'd talked to Paula, who said she had a great voice, but no-way-no-how was getting on a stage and singing. Callie Shaw had been snagged up by Kirk, like we thought. And Tommy had grabbed up both Rachel Lewis and Gina Richards.
"While you're at practice, I'll ask Mr. McCoy," Tami volunteered. "By the way, I got a B-plus on my Spanish quiz."
"That's great," I said and hugged her.
She smiled.
"You know, you owe big thanks to Paula."
Tami nodded.
"Since you probably don't want to kiss Paula, you can kiss me, and I'll pass it on to her." I took a quick look around and, seeing no authority figures, gave Tami a long kiss.
"That was nice, but there will be no passing anything on to Paula."
"Awww," I said with a pout.
Tami kissed me again. "Isn't he cute when he pouts?" she asked Robbie.
Robbie grinned. "How long do you think it will take to break him in?"
Tami shrugged. "It's a lifetime project."
* * *
I took the snap, faded back, and checked out the field. I looked for Chad, but he was too well-covered. Then I spotted Zach. I fired the ball twenty-two yards right into his waiting arms, just before three of the defenders all hit at once. God, I love football.
Larry Gordon, one of the linemen who'd hit me, reached out his hand. "Good hit," I told him as he pulled me to my feet.
"Not good enough," he muttered, looking downfield to where Zach Hissman was dancing in the end zone.
"When you're hot, etcetera."
He slapped me on the back and headed back to the line.
"A waste of time, if you ask me."
I looked behind me. Mike Reed was standing with Coach Branson. Mike was a junior and the starting quarterback. He'd gotten nominated for all-state last year, though he didn't make it. Mike was also full of himself.
"You got me, and that's all you need. The girl's around if I need a break."
"Nice pass, Tony," the coach said, ignoring him.
"Thanks, coach. And the girl has a name, Mike. And better stats than you last season."
Mike strode forward until his face guard was almost touching mine. "That's 'cause she didn't play as much, and she got the easy assignments."
"Unh huh."
"Enough. Mike, let's run a couple plays with you in the hot seat."
"`Bout time."
The coach stepped back as the two lines got set up. I walked up to him. "Coach, can I work some defense?"
The coach gave me a funny look, but nodded. "Take Jimmy's place."
I trotted over to Jimmy and sent him to the coach.
I grinned to myself.
The first two plays, I did my job covering receivers. I blocked the first pass and intercepted the second. Mike was not happy as he stomped back to his starting position. There are advantages to scrimmaging against your own team. One of them is knowing everybody's habits.
Mike took the snap and faded back, looking for a receiver. I went through the hole I knew Billy would leave me. I took about three steps and launched myself into the air, landing on Mike with a satisfying thud. The ball rolled loose. Larry scooped it up and raced for the opposite end zone.
I rolled off Mike and stood up, holding out my hand to him. "Damn, man, no wonder you didn't get all-state. Sacked and fumbled."
He ignored my hand and climbed up. "What the fuck was that all about?"
I grinned. "It's called football, man. You're supposed to get rid of the ball before you get hit."
"Problem boys?" the coach yelled.
"Not here," I yelled back. "You know me, Coach. I love the world. You got a problem, Mike?"
"Just a line that doesn't know how to block."
I was tempted to add something like, 'life is rough,' but I was good.
"Having trouble with Mike?" Robbie asked as she trotted over to the defense. She'd been trying her luck as a kicker.
"Mr. Wonderful? Not me."
"Figure roughing him up will make points with his new sister?" Darlene was sitting in the stands again, watching the cheerleaders.
"Nope. Messing with Mike's its own reward." We smiled at each other. "Has he ever called you by name?"
"I don't think so. When he talks about me it's always 'the girl.' He really wasn't happy about having a girl on the team."
"And a freshman girl at that."
"Well, at least I outgrew that."
"Let's teach Mike why they call you Monster Girl." We grinned and found our spots.
Tom Brooks hiked the ball. Mike faded back, looking at my side. I rushed the line. "I'm coming for you," I growled as I crashed into Billy.
Mike was watching me and never even saw Robbie coming. She hit him waist high, and they went down in a tangle.
"Get the fuck off me!" he yelled.
Robbie climbed off and walked back to the line. "You're right," she said loudly, as we took our places. "He can't take a hit." Both sides of the line laughed.
Mike didn't complete a pass in the next eight tries. Robbie intercepted one, I blocked another, and Larry sacked him twice. The rest were just off.
"God damn it!" he screamed loudly enough that the cheerleaders and Darlene all looked over. "Would at least one of you motherfucking idiots try to block?"
I think he just blew his shot at team captain.
"One more time," the coach called, "then hit the showers.
Tom hiked, Mike stepped back, and Billy stood up. I had a clear hole and headed straight at Mike. From the corner of my eye I saw Robbie, Larry, and Garth all through the line and headed toward the same trophy. I raced the last three steps and launched myself at the quarterback. Mike saw us coming and grounded the ball, but I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. I crashed into his chest just as Larry crashed into me and Mike's side, while Robbie's hit took him at the knees. Garth landed on top of me as we all went down.
It took almost a minute for us to untangle ourselves. I clapped Larry on the back. "Nice hit, but I hit him first."
"Like hell you did," Robbie and Larry said together.
"Hey Mike, can we do it again? We're not sure who hit you first."
"Get fucked!" he grumbled and stalked off toward the locker room.
"Gentlemen," I said, turning toward the linemen. "That was some of the worst blocking I've ever seen." I grinned. "If this was college ball, I'd buy you all a beer."
There was a cheer that ended as quickly as we all noticed the coach's face.
"Hit the showers!" he yelled, and we all took off in a jog.
"Sims, Tate, a minute!"
Robbie and I stopped, turned and walked back to the coach.
"I'm not happy," he said when we were standing in front of him.
"Coach, all I..." I started, but he held up his hand.
"I talk, you listen."
We both nodded.
"You both may think you're good, but Reed's better. That's why he's my number one quarterback."
"I'm not argu..."
"I said, I talk you listen. Because, frankly, I don't give a flying fart if you agree or not. Reed is my starting quarterback, and if you two turn the team against him, we're in a world of hurt."
"I didn't..." I tried to defend myself.
"Shut up! I have no problem with dumping you both right now."
I clamped my mouth shut.
"I know you didn't come out and say, 'Let's get him', or something. What you did was bait him until he lost his cool. We have our first game in four days, and I expect that you two will be doing everything you possibly can to build up your quarterback and make sure this team gives everything it's got for its school and its quarterback. If you have a problem with that, we can transfer you to the volleyball team."
Inside, I was thinking that wasn't such a bad idea. The girls were all pretty cute. Outside, I nodded meekly.
"You might start with nominating him for captain at the team meeting tomorrow."
Robbie raised her hand. The coach glared at her, but she stood there with her hand up.
"What?"
"No."
"What do you mean, no?"
"I mean I won't nominate him for captain. And I won't vote for him if he's nominated. Neither will Tony."
I won't?
The coach glared at both of us.
"If the team is supposed to choose a captain, we're supposed to choose the player whose the leader on and off the field. That's Jimmy Prescott or Larry Gordon. In the huddle, Mike calls the shots, but I ain't nominating him for something he doesn't deserve. If you want him to be captain, then appoint him, 'cause that's the only way it's going to happen. If you have a problem with that, you can have my jersey right now."
"Get the fuck off my field."
We turned and jogged away.
"You made the coach swear. I've never heard him do that before," I said as we ran toward the gym.
"I have that effect on some people. Would you have nominated him?"
"Hell no. But I wasn't stupid enough to tell the coach that."
"Stupid?"
"There's a fine line between brave and stupid. Stupid's right in the middle."
Chapter 17
"I need to talk to you."
Six words.
None more than four letters.
Yet I felt my eyes glaze over as Tami said them. It was the sort of thing girls say at the beginning of a conversation that ends with, 'We can still be friends.'
It was Wednesday, and I'd just gotten home from football practice. I'd come over to see Tami and take our usual walk.
"Sit down," she said, pointing at the sofa. As I did, she sat in the chair opposite.
I mind raced. I tried to think if I'd done anything wrong.There was flirting with Darlene after football yesterday, but that couldn't be it. Could there be another guy? I didn't see how. She spent almost all of her time with me. Had she decided that I couldn't share my love between her and Robbie? But Robbie had ended that.
"We need to talk about something serious."
God! Dumped by two girls in less than a month. Could be a record. Either that or I was dying. I think I would have preferred death.
"I don't want you to make up your mind until I'm done."
Make up my mind? I had a choice?
"I know you're not going to want to, but..."
Not want to? Was this about Ashley's cherry?
"It's my dad."
"That asshole!" My first words since I'd come in, and I called Tami's dad an asshole.
"Yeah, that asshole," Tami agreed with a tight smile.
"Is he bothering you and your mom again?" The D.A. had let him go back to Colorado until his trial.
"No, it's not that. It's..." Tami swallowed hard.
I got up, crossed the room, and sat on Tami's lap. I hugged her and kissed her nose and eyelids. "I hope you can talk to me about anything, anytime," I whispered.
She swallowed again. "Go sit down," she said, pointing back at the sofa.
"But, I'm comfortable," I complained.
"I'm not. Besides, I want to stay apart while you think about this. I don't want to influence you."
I grinned and stood. "Tami, my love, you influence me by existing. It doesn't matter whether you're across the room or across the country." I reached down, grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Or in my lap." I quickly sat and pulled her down across my legs.
"This isn't going the way I planned," she said and sighed.
"What does?"
"I have to do this."
"Close your eyes," I told her. "How many times did you rehearse this while I was at practice?"
"Once or twice." I kissed the side of her nose. "Okay, five or six times."
"Okay, this is rehearsal number twelve."
She giggled.
"Keep your eyes closed. You're sitting alone at home, waiting for your favorite reserve backup quarterback."
Tami took a deep breath. "Tony," she said, speaking to the wall. "I need to talk to you about my dad." She swallowed. "I want you to drop the charges against my dad." Tami opened her eyes and looked at me.
Oh, God. Now what? The guy threatened me with a gun. He attacked Tami's mom. He should be locked up. But, if I put him in jail, what would that do to Tami and me?
"I don't know," I said finally.
"I know what he did was wrong. He knows what he did was wrong."
"Tami, he attacked your mom. What would have happened if I hadn't come in?"
"I don't... he said, he was so mad he might have killed her." The last two words were a whisper.
"And you want me to forgive and forget?"
"He's changed."
I really wish she hadn't said that. I'd read a lot about wife and child abuse since that night. One common theme in the stories of most battered wives was husbands who had changed. Or who'd promised to change.
"Tami, if I ask your mom, how many times do you think she'll say that he's promised to change before?"
"I know. But this time..."
"This time will be different. Out of the thousands of women who've died by being battered, how many do you think used the phrase `This time will be different'?
"All of them."
I nodded.
"You don't think people can change?"
"I know they can. But I don't want to bet your safety or your mother's on that."
"So you think he ought to go to jail?"
"I'm fifteen. I don't know. I don't think jails do a lot of good, but it keeps him away from you and your mom."
I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. "He won't be able to be a cop anymore."
Not having him on the street with a gun seemed like a good idea to me, but I didn't say that.
"He loves being a cop. And he's good at it."
"I wouldn't know. I only met him once, and he wasn't acting like a good cop then."
Tami dropped her head. "I know."
Fuck! I was too young to be thinking about things like this. We both were. We should be making out, not deciding somebody's future.
"Tami, if you want me to..."
"No!" she said firmly. "I don't want you to do this because I want you to. I want you to do it because you think it's the right thing."
"I don't. Why now."
"Dad's at home. He's doing his job, and he's..."
"He's still a cop? After being arrested?"
"I guess the sheriff didn't tell the police in Colorado about the arrest. But when Dad comes back for the preliminary hearing, it's public record."
"Cops protecting cops," I muttered.
"My dad loves being a cop," she repeated. "It'll kill him."
"I..."
Tami put her finger across my lips.
"My dad went home and started counseling. And he promised me that he wouldn't come back without an invitation."
"Tami, guys promise..."
Tami put her hands on the side of my face and turned me so that I was looking her in the eye. "My dad has never lied to me."
"Tami, I..."
"Never!"
"Okay."
"You mean it?" she asked and kissed me before I could answer.
I nodded. "I can't believe your mom agreed, though."
"Well..."
"Your mom hasn't agreed?"
Tami shook her head.
"It won't do any good if I drop my charges and she doesn't drop hers."
"I know. I was going to talk to her tonight."
"Well, if she goes for it, I will."
"I was kinda hoping that you'd talk to her."
"Me?"
"You're so good at talking her into things."
"No!"
"Okay."
"Tami I'll sit here and give you moral support. Hell, I'll even hold your hand and smile. But if you think this is the right thing to do, you're going to have to convince your mom."
Tami nodded. "I think you're just chicken."
I grinned. "You got that right."
Tami relaxed. "Thank you. It's the right thing to do." She leaned back against me and I just held her as we waited for her mom to come home.
I wasn't sure it was the right thing, but it made Tami happy, so I knew it wasn't the wrong one.
Chapter 18
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
I looked up from where I was sitting on the sofa watching TV. "Hi, Mike. I was just hanging with Darlene. Great game yesterday."
Mike had really shown why a sophomore would even get nominated for all-state. Almost every pass he'd put in the air connected. He'd thrown four touchdowns and just missed the school record for yards passed.
"What do you mean by that?" he growled. "Get out of my chair." He reached down, grabbed Darlene's upper arm and yanked her roughly to her feet.
"I meant, you played good," I said, watching.
Darlene moved over and sat on the sofa with me. Mike reached over, grabbed the remote out of her hand and started flipping through channels.
"I was watching that," Darlene complained.
"Tough."
"Steve," Darlene whined. Mike's Dad, Steve Reed, had come in the house behind him.
"Mike's had a hard day. Let him watch some TV."
"But, I..." Darlene sputtered.
Her step-dad ignored her and stepped toward me. "Do I know you?"
I held out my hand. "Hi, I'm Tony Sims."
"Tony Sims." He repeated, ignoring my hand. "I think it's time for you to go."
"Honey, Tony was staying for dinner," Darlene's mom said from the kitchen.
"I see." He obviously wasn't thrilled about the idea.
I stood. "That's okay, I'll take off." I stepped around him and headed toward the door. "Darlene, it's been fun."
As I was closing the door, I heard the words `cheap shots'. Evidently Dad was telling Mom why I was persona non grata.
Mental note, make sure Mike got a few shots on Monday. None of them cheap.
* * *
"I went over the songs with Darlene."
"How'd it go?"
"Pretty good. She's got a nice voice, though she needs to learn to project more."
"Then what'd you do?" Tami asked with just a hint of suspicion.
I liked that Tami trusted me, but the hint of potential jealousy felt good too.
"We sat and talked for awhile and watched some ice skating on TV. Then Mike and his dad got home, and his dad threw me out."
"Threw you out?"
"Well, not bodily, but he made it clear I wasn't welcome. Too bad, because Darlene's mom had invited me to dinner, and they were having ribs. I love ribs."
"It must be weird to wake up one morning and have a new dad, new brother, and new sister."
"Yeah. Especially since..." I changed my mind about what I wanted to say. "Very weird."
Tami looked at me quizzically, but didn't press.
* * *
"Where do we stand?" Robbie asked.
"Well, actually, I'm sitting in my father's chair. Mikee's sitting on me. Tami is..."
"I can hurt you."
"Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am. Humor, ma'am. Feeble attempt, ma'am."
Robbie looked skyward and shook her head. Tami grinned.
"Well, I dropped our proposal off with Mulino on Friday afternoon. He said ours was the sixth, which is kinda what we figured. He told me that he and the school board had had a meeting about the plays, but it would be unethical to talk about it."
"And you bought that?" Tami asked.
"Well, I tried to tell him that ethics were in the eye of the beholder, but he didn't buy it."
"You're losing your touch," Robbie said dryly.
I cocked my head and clicked my tongue. "Darlene Carter is on board as girl number two. She said she doesn't really know any guys yet, so she didn't care about guy number 2. I thought we might rope Ricky into it."
"Ricky would work," Robbie mused. "But I have a better idea."
"You usually do."
Robbie stuck her tongue out.
"You high schoolers aren't setting a very good example for the middle school students," Traci said with a grin.
"You be good or we'll send you out to play on the see-saw," I threatened.
"It's raining."I know," I said with a threatening grin.
My sister stuck out her tongue too.
"What's your better idea?" Robbie asked.
"Well, Darlene's kinda short."
"She's not a candidate for one of Snow White's dwarves, but yeah."
"Daryl Tabler."
I pictured it, then cracked up laughing. Daryl was about nine feet tall. Okay, he was only six eight, but it seemed like nine feet when you were looking up at him. If he had even one coordinated bone in his body, the basketball coach would be in heaven.
"I like it," Tami said.
"Me too," I agreed.
"All in favor?" Robbie said.
"You mean we get to vote?" Kelly asked sarcastically. She was sitting between Tami and my sister on the sofa.
"Only if you vote yes," Robbie told her. "And remember, that see-saw is built for two."
Robbie's threatening grin is a hell of a lot scarier than mine, I realized. Probably more practice.
"So we need girl and guy number three, then we're set."
"Assuming that Daryl says yes, we are."
"Did Mulino give you any idea about timing?" Tami asked.
"Probably Tuesday or Wednesday."
"So, tomorrow at school, we talk to Daryl."
"Here's the list of names McCoy gave me for girl singers." Tami handed the list to Robbie. "I crossed off the three who wouldn't fit the roll. I think the rest are cute enough for Tony to kiss."
I stuck my tongue out at her on principle, but I'd seen the list and agreed.
"Since girl number one..."
"Sabrina," Mikee interrupted. "I've always loved that name."
"Since Sabrina is sitting on my lap, we could get in some kissing practice," I volunteered.
Traci looked surprised and glanced at Tami, but nobody else batted an eye.
"I'll let you know when to rehearse," Robbie said.
"But she's only a freshman. I don't know if her technique is theatrical quality."
"I have a feeling," Robbie said with a sigh, "that her technique is just fine."
"You're the director."
"Am I? We never talked about it."
"Sorry, you're stuck with it. I put your name on the proposal."
"We should have talked about it."
"Why? I agreed, Tami agreed, Mikee agreed. That's a third of the cast right there. Besides, if we had somebody else, you'd be telling them what to do."
"Are you calling me bossy, Tony Sims?" Robbie said, erupting out of her chair, fists on hips.
"Pretty much."
Robbie stalked over and towered over me.
"Move," she ordered Mikee. Mikee got up and Robbie sat down. "I don't even like you."
"Ditto."
Robbie kissed me. "Will you be my assistant director?"
"Do I get to talk sometimes?"
"At least once a week."
"Deal."
Robbie got up. "You can have him back now," she said to Mikee and went back to her chair. Mikee sat back down, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
Traci looked confused, but hell, so was I most of the time.
Chapter 19
"Tony, could I ask you a favor?"
Even though it was Tuesday, Allie Smidt was in her cheerleading uniform. I knew the varsity cheerleaders were doing something at the JV game tonight, but I didn't know what.
"Depends, can you sing?"
Allie's eyes went wide in surprise. "Of course I can sing. What does that have...?" Sometimes you can see a brain make a connection in a person's eyes. I saw it in Allie's. "No. I don't want to be in your play."
"But you said you can sing."
"I can sing, but I ain't gettin' up on stage to prove it."
"Why not? You get up in front of a crowd every Friday."
"It's different."
"What is it with you cheerleaders. You can sing, but you won't perform." My voice was almost a whine. I'd talked to all five girls on Mr. McCoy's list yesterday or today, and none of them were available. Two weren't interested, and the other three had already been signed by Kirk or Tommy."
"Who else?" she asked.
"Paula."
"She's got a fantastic voice."
"That's what she tells me."
"You'll never get her on a stage," Allie said, shaking her head.
"She told me that too."
"You should talk to Bambi."
Bambi? There was no Bambi in our school. I'd know. I'd had fantasies about that name ever since I accidentally ran across Bambi-Model dot Com. Pure accident. Bambi was a little younger than me, with long brown hair just like Tami. And Bambi just seemed to be a name that screamed sexpot.
"Bambi?"
Allie giggled. "Diana. Diana Coleson. Bambi's her nickname."
I knew Diana. Or knew who she was anyway. A cheerleader and a junior, she used to have long blond hair, but it'd turned black and gotten really short over the summer. Hot bod. "Why Bambi?"
"Her best friend in third grade was Jennifer Spalla. Jennifer was a gymnast, and her nickname was Thumper."
A wet dream waiting to happen. A cheerleader and a gymnast. Except... "Jennifer's a gymnast?"
"Was. She quit when she started putting on weight."
Jennifer was an inch or two shorter than me, and probably outweighed me by a good twenty pounds. It must be like that line in the old James Garner western, `Puberty hit her hard.'
"So Diana sings?"
"Better than me. Almost as good as Paula."
I smiled. Things were looking up. "Do you happen to know where she is now?" It was lunch period, though I hadn't gotten near the cafeteria yet. Probably lucky, considering they were serving their version of meatloaf today.
"She usually skips lunch and plays basketball in the main gym."
"Thanks," I said, giving Allie a wave and turning toward the gym.
"Wait. What about my favor?"
I stopped and turned around again. "Sorry, you won't sing."
"Tony!" she said, starting to pout.
I grinned. "Allison, oh fairest of all leaders of cheer, what boon may I grant thee?"
Allie giggled. "You're being strange again."
"Pretty harsh for someone who wants something."
Allie giggled again. "Will you help me?"
I considered offering to help her to a quick orgasm, but I was afraid she might take me up on it. My life didn't need more complications. Besides, Tami and Allie had actually been friendly lately. Not friends, just friendly.
"What?"
"Algebra."
I'd taken algebra last year and aced it. This year I was in geometry. "What about it?"
"I'm flunking."
"You can't be. It's only the third week of school."
"Maybe I'm not flunking yet, but a trend is forming. And Mr. Singara said I may get kicked off cheerleading if I don't get my grades up."
"I took it from Mrs. Wayne. She's better."
"That's what I heard, but I'm stuck with Singara."
"What's the problem?" I asked, conscious of the minutes ticking away, along with my chance to corner Diana. Bambi.
"Everything. I thought letters belonged in English and numbers belonged in math. I just don't get it."
Variables. Shouldn't be a problem. Actually the problem was scheduling. After school, I had football and Allie had cheerleading. After that was my Tami time and getting ready for the damn play.
"When's your next quiz?"
"Friday, unless he pulls a surprise. I need at least a C."
Damn! That lets out the weekend. "What do you have third period?"
"P.E."
"Tell you what. Let me think about this, and I'll get back to you."
"Promise?"
"Have I ever let you down?"
"Not once." Allie pressed up against me and kissed me on the cheek just as Tami came down the hall. Allie didn't notice. She let go of me. "Thanks," she said as she disappeared down the other hall.
"What was that all about?" Tami asked as she came up.
"Cheerleader motivation. They really want us to win this Friday."
"Right."
"C'mon. There's another cheerleader in the main gym." I took Tami's hand and started pulling her down the hall.
* * *
It had been a good day. Diana was on board to be girl number three, and her boyfriend, Jimmy Martin, was signed as man number three. So the play was cast. Now all we had to do was wait for word from Mr. Mulino.
I'd talked to Mrs. Kennedy, the girl's P.E. teacher, and Mr. Calloway, my history teacher, and they were both cool about Allie and me skipping class for some tutoring. Mrs. Kennedy said with all her cheerleading, Allie could afford to miss a couple classes. And Mr. Calloway made a joke about giving the other students a chance to catch up.
I'd suited up and was waiting outside the door to the girl's locker room. Robbie came out, dropped her shoulder, and butted me. I grinned and we jogged toward the football field.
"Sims, Tate," the coach yelled after we'd finished conditioning and drills with the team.
"Yes, coach," I said as we trotted up.
"Good game, Friday."
"Thanks, coach."
"Do you two see now why Reed is my quarterback?"
"We didn't argue that Mike is the best quarterback on the team," I said quickly, before Robbie could open her mouth. "At the moment."
"He's just not captain material." Robbie added. Evidently the team agreed, Jimmy Prescott and Larry Gordon had been elected co-captains last week.
"But you'll take it easy on him this week?"
Robbie and I looked at each other for several long seconds.
"If that's what you want, we won't touch him," I said after I looked back at Coach Branson.
"That's not what I said. Just go easy on him."
Robbie looked at me again, then shrugged. "If we don't practice full out, how are we going to get better? For that matter, if we take it easy, how's Mike going to get better?"
The coach opened his mouth, then closed it. He opened it again, and closed it again. He was looking a lot like a sturgeon. "Get out there," he said finally, waving in the general direction of the field.
We jogged away. "How'd I do?" Robbie asked when we were away from the coach.
"What do you mean?"
"Did I cross the brupid line?"
I grinned and kept jogging.
The way it worked out, Robbie was on defense while I took my turn in the slot.And the very first play, she showed the coach that Mike wasn't the only one she hit. I'd taken the hike and faded back, looking for a receiver. Larry was rushing toward me, so I jumped and fired the ball down field, just as Robbie hit me in the air.
She must have knocked me ten feet.
It takes a real effort to jump up, smile and say, "Good hit," when what you really want is your mommy.
When Robbie took the QB position, I moved to defense. I'd like to think I gave as good as I got, but it was nothing like that first hit of Robbie's.
Mike moved into quarterback, and Robbie and I moved into the backfield with him. I guess that was the coach's solution to letting Robbie and me practice full out but not cream Mike. I reminded myself that I owed Mike a couple of good hits. Not cheap.
"Where were you?" Tami asked as she came up behind me at my locker.
I put my old math book in my locker, closed it, and turned. "Depends on when you mean. At six this morning, I was asleep in my bed. About eight, I was on the bus with you. And by nine, I was sitting next to the sexiest reporter in the Western United States in journalism class."
Why is it that the girls I love frequently look like they want to grab me by the throat and squeeze and squeeze?
"You know what I mean. Where were you last period?"
"Did Mr. Calloway ask?"
"He didn't even call your name in the roll."
"Hmm." I hadn't planned to keep my tutoring sessions secret, but I was having too much fun torturing my beloved.
"I know a secret too."
"Do you?"
"Unh huh," Tami said with a grin. "Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine."
"There's one problem with your plan," I said as I slipped my arm around her, my hand sliding into her back pocket.
"What? You don't know my secret. I know you don't."
"Probably not," I agreed. "That's not your problem." We walked down the hall toward the cafeteria. I kept quiet.
"What is?" Tami asked as we got into the line by the door.
I grinned. "If I tell you, you'll get mad."
"No, I won't. What's my problem."
I looked around. No teachers or vice-principals in the immediate vicinity. I pulled Tami around in front of me, my hand still in her back pocket, and kissed her. "The problem is, you want to tell your secret. I don't."
Tami kissed me. "Damn you."
I kissed her again. "Life's a bitch, ain't it."
"Damn you," Tami repeated and kissed me again.
"If you two aren't going to eat, could you get out of the doorway?"
I glanced back at the guy behind us. "You're a freshman, aren't you?"
He nodded, warily.
"Don't you know that freshman are supposed to be seen and not heard?"
"Mikee is a freshman," Tami pointed out.
"Your point?"
"Tony!" Tami said, punching me in the shoulder. "Be nice."
I grinned at the freshman. "Sorry, guy. Just kidding. I'm Tony Sims."
"I know," he said. I wasn't surprised. Between football, baseball, and my clashes with Mr. Parker, I was fairly well known. "My brother's on the football team with you."
"Do you know Mikee?"
"I know who she is."
"Tony!" Tami said warningly.
I moved Tami and me just inside the doorway. "Why don't you go on ahead," I told the freshman. "Take your friends with you."
I pressed my lips against Tami's, and my tongue wormed its way into her moist warm mouth as lunch-goers moved past us. My hand moved out of her pocket and started rubbing along the crack of her ass. My other hand cupped her breast and massaged her hard nipple through her shirt and bra.
"I believe there's something about this in the rules," a deep voice said behind me. I pulled my mouth away from Tami's, and looked over my shoulder. Mr. Calloway was blocking the doorway.
"Tami thought her tonsils might be inflamed. I was just checking," I said with a grin.
Mr. Calloway shook his head and pointed toward the serving line. I let go of Tami, and we got trays and silverware.
"So you ready to tell me your secret?" I asked as we held out our trays for servings of lasagna.
"I shouldn't."
"But you want to."
Tami turned and glared at me before adding a carton of milk to her tray.
"You know you want to."
Tami sighed. "There's going an assembly this afternoon. Mr. Mulino is going to talk about the plays."
"Cool. How'd you find out?"
Tami smiled enigmatically as I paid for our lunches. I figured one of the office aides had passed on the tidbit.
"So what's your secret about?"
"You know," I said, as I cut a piece of lasagna with my fork. "Lasagna is one of the few things the kitchen people get right."
Tami didn't talk to me for the rest of lunch.
* * *
"I can't believe that Kirk didn't make it," Tami said.
"I have a feeling he would have, but they didn't want three musicals."
During the assembly, Mr. Mulino had praised all six proposals and said what a tough decision it was, but the school board had decided that they'd only allow three productions because that would stretch the school to the limits. Tommy Sands, Leslie Villers, and us.
We had four weeks to prepare a run-through. The student body and faculty would get a chance to see all three productions and vote. Then the school would submit its candidate to the contest, and we'd have another couple of weeks before we had to be ready.
"I'll bet Kirk is bummed," Robbie said. "I know I would be.
"On the other hand, at least he'll have some free time in the next month," I pointed out.
"You can be replaced," Robbie threatened.
"No I can't. I'm the star," I said pompously, just before her fist caused all the air in my lungs to leave quickly.
* * *
Wednesday, I met Allie in Mrs. Wayne's classroom. It was quieter than the library, and since the teacher had a free period, she let me use it. Allie was starting to get the concept of variables and how they could be used, but she had a lot of work to do.
"If I show up on your doorstep after football practice, is your mom going to have me castrated?"
Allie giggled, though I really didn't see anything funny about the image.
"No, she doesn't like you, but she knows you helped me out of a jam. And I'll make sure she knows you're helping me out of another one. But I thought we couldn't do this at night. I thought you were busy."
"I am, but we need the extra time. So after cheer practice, get home and get any other homework done. I'll be there after six, and we'll spend a couple of hours pounding this into your cute little skull."
"You make it sound like I'm hopeless."
"Not hopeless, handicapped," I said, enjoying the shocked look on her face. "Handicapped by a teacher who doesn't know how to teach," I added.
* * *
Mrs. Smidt opened the door when I knocked.
"Hi," I said, though her face was less than welcoming.
"Hello. Allie's upstairs, I'll call her."
I decided to put all my chips on lucky thirteen and spin the wheel. "Actually, we'll be more comfortable studying in her room. If that's not a problem."
I could tell it was, but she nodded. "I'll come up later, to see if you need anything." I took that as a threat.
"You know," I said as I walked toward the stairs. "If I wanted to take advantage of your daughter, I could find a more convenient time and place." I didn't look back to check her reaction.
I walked to Allie's door and knocked. I waited a few seconds and opened the door.
"Tony?" she said, looking up from her desk. "Mom let you come up here?"
I just grinned. "Ready for some math?"
"Two minutes," she said and put her head down and typed on her computer. She was a touch typist, the lucky girl. I had to hunt and peck.
As Allie finished what she was working on, she looked up and smiled warmly. I had closed the door behind me. "You know, Mom will be up here to check on us."
"I'll bet that she'll hang around outside for an hour or so, then knock before coming in."
"No way.
"A kiss against a dollar."
"You're on."
Three hours later we finished for the night.
It was a hell of a kiss.
Chapter 21
"Tony, I've been looking for you all over."
I looked up from the book I was reading. "Kelly, what the hell are you doing here?"
It was the end of third period, and Allie had just left. I was sitting in Mrs. Wayne's classroom waiting for the bell for lunch. Thursday's menu was sloppy joes.
"I snuck over. I needed to talk to you." The middle school was only a few blocks from the high school, but she was lucky that nobody spotted her.
"Wait here," I said. "Even when the bell rings."
I grabbed the book I'd been reading and my math book and headed for my locker, hoping that Mr. Parker didn't spot me. Any other teacher wouldn't say a word, but with Parker it would take twenty minutes to convince him that tutoring Allie was legitimate and that her teachers and my teachers all knew about it.
I made it to my locker and put my books away. I was starting back when the bell rang. Unfortunately, Mrs. Wayne's room was upstream from the cafeteria. Doors flew open and kids streamed into the hall, all heading the opposite direction. At times like this, it was hard to believe there was only six hundred students in the school.
I finally got back to the class. Kelly was waiting. I took her by the hand and led her toward the back doors.
"What's she doing here?" A voice asked as we stepped outside. Kenny and three of his gang were sitting on the half-wall just outside the door, smoking.
I felt Kelly squeeze my hand. "Didn't you hear, she got promoted. She's in our grade now. Hell, she'll probably graduate years before you do.
Kenny surged to his feet, his fists coming part way up.
"Last time, you sucker punched me," he said in a low voice.
"Yep, I did," I agreed.Kenny looked surprised that I just stood there watching.
"There are four of us."
"Your counting is getting better."
Kenny took another step toward me. "You don't think you can take all of us, do you?"
I looked around. Kenny was about a half-inch shorter than I was, but maybe ten pounds heavier. While he wasn't an athlete, it wasn't fat. Will Jennings, who wanted everyone to call him Rocky, stood six feet tall and looked like a wall. And was almost as smart. Benny Schroeder was small and didn't matter much. Bobby Hayes, Kenny's best friend, was almost his twin. He'd tried out for football but quit after three days.
"Nope, I can't take all of you. Of course, at practice this afternoon, they'll probably want to know where my bruises came from."
I took a few seconds, but Kenny figured out just how far his little gang would get against some of the football team. "You're not worth it," he said, turning his back on me.
"Probably not," I agreed. Kelly and I started walking toward the baseball field. I led Kelly past the stands, onto the field, then out the gate in the outfield into the woods behind it.
She giggled. "You trying to get me alone?"
"I wish," I said with a very real sigh. "I'm trying to get you back to school before you get busted."
"But I need to talk to you."
"What's stopping you?"
"Oh."
"So what's so important that you skipped out of school?"
"Peter."
"Peter?" I hadn't seen Kelly's other brother in weeks. He was a good kid but stayed mostly by himself. He was a bit of a nerd. I wondered if I could set him up with Traci. He should be safe. I had to think for a second. Peter was older than Kelly but younger than Mikee, so he was an eighth grader. "What about Peter?"
"He got beat up."
I didn't see. I mean, getting beat up is no fun, but it happens. It was part of life in the American school system. Hell, probably the Japanese and French school systems, too.
"Again!" she added.
"Again?"
She nodded. "Five times since school started."
This was the fourth week of school. Five beatings in four weeks was a bit much, even for a tough school, which the middle school wasn't.
"What's going on?"
"There's a guy. He doesn't like Peter."
"I guess."
"He also wants Peter to do his homework and give him money. He's extorting a lot of kids."
We came out of the woods onto a quiet residential street. I turned down the sidewalk. "Has he told anybody?"
"Are you kidding?"
Sadly, getting beat up once a week was better than getting a rep for running to mommy or a teacher.
"He told me to keep my nose out of it."
I grinned. Which she obviously was doing.
"Mikee and I talked about it, and we thought you could help. We were going to talk to you this weekend, but..."
"But he got beat up again, and you decided to cut class." She nodded. "Who's class are you ditching anyway?"
"Mr. Hallowell's."
That was something. I could probably square it with him. "So who's the guy?"
"Tony Gleason."
Damn! Some kid with my name was terrorizing the school. "What's he do after school? Tony, I mean?"
"He usually hangs around the bleachers at the football field for a while, then walks home."
I thought for a while as we got to the backside of the school grounds. We cut across the football field and headed for the back of the gym. "Okay, I've got two jobs for you. One, I want you to tell several people the story of my fight with Peter King. Remind them that he was a high school football player, and I put him in the hospital. Don't be blunt, just tell it like a good story. You know, something like, 'Did you ever hear about the time when that high school kid tried to beat up Tony Sims?' See if you can tell six or seven people."
"Okay," she said unsurely.
"Then I want you to tell Peter to go talk to the guy after school, at the bleachers. Make sure it's after school and at the bleachers. Tell Peter to stand up to him and tell him he's had enough."
"Stand up to the bully, and he'll back down? This isn't 'Leave it to Beaver' or the 'Andy Griffith Show' or something. He'll kill Peter."
"He won't kill Peter. I'll take care of it. Don't tell Peter why."
"Okay," she agreed without much conviction. Hell, without any conviction.
"Now, you get in there." I pointed at the door to the girls' locker room. "Go to your next class, just like normal. I'll see if I can square things with Mr. Hallowell." She nodded and walked away. At the door, she looked back, looking uncertain. I smiled as certainly as I could.
She went in.
Now I had to see two people, then get back to my school, before I had to square things with a bunch of my teachers.
* * *
"Tony, I've been looking for you," Robbie said as I walked into class sixth period. I'd gotten back about halfway through fifth period. Mr. Walker gave me a hard look, but didn't say anything.
"What can I do for you, red?"
Robbie looked surprised. "You know, a boy called me red once. It was in the fifth grade." She smiled evilly. "He was able to eat solid foods again before sixth."
"Point taken. So what do you need, copper top?"
For a second, I thought Robbie was really going to punch me.
"Ignore him," Tami said from beside me. "He's been in a good mood since he got to journalism late."
Robbie nodded.
"And he won't tell me why," Tami added.
"Not your business."
Tami glared. Robbie looked from one to the other of us, then shrugged.
"I talked to Mr. Calloway, and he'll let us use his classroom. Our first rehearsal is tonight from seven to nine."
"That's great," I said. The school, to be fair, was letting each production company use the stage one night a week and a classroom the rest of the time. "But I can't make it."
"Why not?" Tami and Robbie asked together.
"Got a prior commitment."
"He was gone last night too," Tami said to Robbie.
"Think he's fooling around?" Robbie asked.
"Not a chance," Tami said firmly. "He really wants to live until February twelfth."
"You have to be there," Robbie said to me.
"Can't."
"Why?"
"It's personal."
"We could replace you," she threatened.
"Do what you got to do." I walked to the front of the class where Mr. Branson was sitting at his desk.
"Coach?" He looked up from marking his grade book just as the last bell rang. "I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to miss practice tonight."
"Why?"
Déjà vu. "Personal business."
"Unless it's a doctor's or dentist's appointment, you need to be there."
You know, I was getting damned tired of people telling me what I had to do. And assuming that I didn't have my own priorities.
"If it was your hotshot, Mike Reed, you'd smile and nod."
The coach looked surprised. "I don't treat him any differently than anyone else on the team."
"Uh huh," I said, nodding. "I can see that. I just wanted you to know that I won't be there tonight." I turned and took a step toward my desk in the front row, between Tami and Robbie.
"Sims, I don't think you have the right attitude."
I got to my desk and slid in, facing him again. "I don't know anything about my attitude, though you're not the first to question it. I just know that this afternoon, there's something more important than football. If that's so bad, fire me."
Branson started to respond, then realized that the whole class was watching. He cleared his throat and stepped to the blackboard. "Yesterday we talked about the role of the International Monetary Fund in world economics. Today..."
As I watched him lecture, I could feel Tami's eyes boring into one side of my head, and Robbie's the other. I was so tired of confrontation, but, unfortunately, I wasn't done yet.
* * *
"Tony, I want to talk to you."
Tony Gleason looked over his shoulder and saw Peter walking up to him. "So talk."
Peter swallowed hard. "I've, uh, I've had all I'm going to take."
"Really?" Gleason had been sitting on the bottom of the bleachers. Now he swung around to look up at Peter.
From my vantage point next to the snack shack, I could see that Gleason was almost my size, which meant he would tower over Peter by at least four inches.
"Really. We're going to finish it today. I'm not doing your homework. And I'm not giving you any more money. And if you want to hit me..."
"Yes?"
Peter swallowed again. It was a cool afternoon, but I could see him sweating.
"You know, I really love this part. When the good kid stands up to the bully, and the bully backs down. Kid, you've been watching too many sitcoms," Gleason said. He stood up, flexing his fists. "Now this is my favorite part, where the bully, who really has a heart of gold, beats the good kid into hamburger."
"That's my cue," said the man behind me.
"Wait a few seconds. It'll be better with blood."
"I can't..." Mr. Reed started as Gleason's fist smashed into Peter's stomach.
"Go!" I whispered as Gleason's second fist collided with Peter's nose.
Mr. Reed stepped around me, then looked back for a split second. He was surprised at how cold I was. "What's going here?" he bellowed.
Gleason was caught leaning over Peter, his fist cocked. He looked ready to run.
"Freeze, Gleason."
Within a couple of minutes, he was marching Gleason toward the school, his hand holding the back of Gleason's shirt.
I stepped out from behind the snack shack.
"Peter, you okay?"
Peter was sitting on the ground, his head up, and pinching his nostrils together, trying to stop the seeping blood.
"What are you doing here?"
"Taking care of business." I reached down, grabbed Peter by the armpit, and pulled him to his feet."Let's get you to the nurse's office."
"I'm okay," he protested.
"Sure you are," I agreed. "C'mon. I have ten minutes before act two."
"I let you get hit," I said as we got to the office. I had him sit on the examining table. The school didn't actually have a nurse, but we had a good first aid room.
"I don't understand."
I rinsed a washcloth in the warm water in the sink and walked over to him. I gestured for him to take off his shirt. I took it and used the bottom to wipe off some of the blood on his face, then tossed it onto the counter. I took the washcloth and, trying to be gentle, cleaned up his face.
"I mean, I could have had Mr. Reed stop him before he swung."
"Why? I mean, I don't understand."
"This is going to hurt," I said, as I rubbed his nose with the washcloth. I was pretty sure it wasn't broken. I wasn't a doctor, but after years of sports, I'd seen more than a few. "What I mean, is, I wanted some blood."
Peter stared.
I walked over to the sink and rinsed out the washcloth. "Here, put this on," I said, tossing him a t-shirt. It was from high school football and supposed to be for the team only. It was the smallest one we had.
I pointed toward the phone on the wall. "Do me a favor. Dial extension one hundred and tell Mr. Reed, `Two minutes.' I'll be back."
"I don't get it."
I grinned and picked up his bloody shirt. "Act two."
* * *
I walked into the outer office carrying Peter's shirt. Bloody side out.
"Hey, you." I called to Gleason, who was sitting on the bench in front of Mr. Reed's office. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to think of him as Tony. It seemed like a betrayal of the name. The rest of the office was empty.
"What?"
"Do you know this school?"
"I guess."
"I'm Tony Sims." I could see a small reaction. I guessed that he'd heard the story that Kelly was spreading. "Do you know Peter Temple?" Another reaction, just a little apprehension. I forced myself not to smile. "He's a friend of mine, and somebody's been using him for a punching bag. Any idea who?" I wanted to look menacing but really didn't know how. So I settled for keeping my expression blank.
"I, uh, I'm..."
"Tony, what are you doing here?" Mr. Reed asked, coming out of his office.
"Peter Temple's a friend of mine. Somebody's been beating on him. I was going to have a talk with him."
"Tony, we don't want a repeat of the Peter King incident." Gleason flinched at the name. "He was in the hospital for a month. Mr. Reed looked down at Gleason, then quickly back at me. "Gleason, why don't you wait for your parents in my office?" he suggested.
Gleason scampered off the bench and into the office, looking relieved. Mr. Reed closed the door.
"A month?" I protested. "Three days tops."
Mr. Reed shrugged.
"In the words of Hannibal Lecter, `I love it when a plan comes together.'"
"Hannibal Lecter?"
"Something like that."
Mr. Reed smiled. "Tony, you should be an actor."
"Back at ya," I said, grinning.
* * *
"You ready to go home?" I asked as I walked back into the nurse's office.
"I missed the bus."
"I have a limo in the parking lot," I said, grinning. Actually, Mom with her new mini-van. "Let's get you home so your mom can freak."
"You going to tell her?"
"Everything."
"Are you going to tell me what happened?"
"Let's just say that when Tony Gleason comes back to school, I think he's going to stay a long way away from you.
* * *
"What did you do to him?" Peter's mom moaned as she opened the door and saw us. "First Kenny, now..."
"Mom, leave him alone!" Kelly shouted. "He didn't do it!"
Why do parents always assume I'm guilty when I bring their kids home? I'm going to stop helping people and go live in a cave in the mountains. People just aren't worth the trouble.
"Mikee, would you take Peter back to the bathroom and help him get cleaned up?"
Mikee started to protest, looked at my face, and reconsidered. She nodded for Kelly to come along. I love Mikee, she's smart enough to know when I need a private moment with Mom.
I took a deep breath. "Mrs. Temple, Peter's been having trouble at school with a bully." I saw her start to speak and held up my hand. "Kelly told me about it, and I made sure that Mr. Reed knew. He caught the kid today just after he hit Peter." I decided that mentioning this was the second time today was superfluous.
"I don't... why didn't he come to me? Or his father?"
"Because you would have tried to help. You would have gone to Mr. Reed."
"I... but that's what you did."
"It's about perceptions," I said, shaking my head slightly. "If Peter had talked to you, you would have gone very publicly to Reed, he would have called in the kid and his parents, and Peter would have gotten branded as a momma's boy. Somebody who runs to his mommy whenever he gets in trouble."
"But, that's what I'm here for. To help my kids."
I smiled as reassuringly as I could. "Life's weird. You're right, parents are here to help us. But if they help too much, kids get a rep that causes them trouble."
"But you said, you went to Mr. Reed."
"The difference is, nobody knows that Kelly came to me for help. Nobody knows that I talked to Mr. Reed. What people will know is that Mr. Reed caught the kid after he hit Peter. So, Peter gets a reputation for standing up for himself, and Mr. Reed can work on the troublemaker."
"I guess I owe you thanks."
"You don't owe me anything. I did it for Peter. And because I don't like bullies."
"You didn't tell me the bully's name."
"I'll tell you, but my advice is, don't make a big deal about it. Mr. Reed's a good guy. He'll take care of it. Tony Gleason. He's an eighth grader, like Peter."
"I'll call Mr. Reed in the morning, but I promise..." she crossed her heart with a smile, "I won't make a big deal about it."
I smiled. "Peter's a good kid. Take him out and buy him an ice cream or something."
I heard something behind me, turned, and looked. Kenny was coming up the steps. I looked back at Mrs. Temple.
"Tony, you've been a good friend to the girls and now Peter. I think it was very lucky when we became your neighbor."
I know Kenny heard that as he pushed roughly past me and into the house.
Sometimes life is good, and I don't care who hears me say it.
* * *
"And how are you tonight?" I asked pleasantly as Allie's mom opened the door.
Her face pinched like she'd just smelled something unpleasant. "Tony," she acknowledged.
I grinned. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Yes."
I figured I'd given small talk enough chance. "Well, I'd better get to work." I started up the stairs.
"I think you could leave the door open tonight," she suggested.
"I could," I agreed. "If you didn't trust your daughter." I smiled to myself.
* * *
"Who was that?" Tami asked after Mr. Smidt drove off.
"A father. He gave me a ride home." It was a little after nine. I managed to get three more hours with Allie.
I know Tami wanted to ask whose father it was, but she didn't. "You have time for a walk?"
"With you," I grinned. "Anytime."
I went inside and told Mom I was home but going to take a tour of the park. I came back out and took her hand.
"You've had a busy day," she commented.
"Pretty much," I agreed.
"You disappeared during third period again."
"Yep."
"You disappeared during lunch and the first half of fifth period."
"Yep."
"You took off right after school and skipped football practice."
"Yep."
"I hear the coach was pissed."
"Probably."
"You missed the first play practice."
"Yep."
"Robbie was not happy."
I stopped and turned toward Tami and grinned. "Did you have a point?"
Tami shrugged. "Just that you've been busy."
I kissed her, then started walking again.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"Nope."
"I hate you."
"As long as you marry me."
"If I marry you, will you tell me?"
"Depends. Can you wait almost two years to find out?"
"No. I don't know if I want to marry somebody as mean as you."
"Well, if you dump me, maybe Robbie will take me back."
Tami growled and stomped her feet. "I hate my life."
"I love mine. You know what else?"
"What?"
"I love you." I pulled her to me and kissed her. I never got tired of the feeling of her lips against mine. Her breath pushing into my mouth. I lifted my mouth off hers and leaned close to her ear. "Ask me tomorrow after school," I whispered.
"Promise?"
"Ask me?"
Chapter 22
I was waiting outside the classroom when the bell rang for the end of fifth period. Mr. Walker had let me out a few minutes early. The door opened. Allie was the first one out. Her face looked horrible, worse than Peter's yesterday. Her makeup had streaked and run down her face. Her face was puffy and her eyes red.
She saw me and ran straight toward me, ignoring the looks she was getting from other kids streaming into the hall. She grabbed hold and buried her face in my chest. I could feel her sobbing.
I laid my arm across her shoulders and pulled her to the side of the hall and out of the river of humanity. "What's wrong?"
Allie just kept squeezing me and sobbing.
Luke came out of the classroom and saw us. He drew an F in the air and shrugged.
An F? How could she get an F? She knew this stuff.
I put my hands on Allie's shoulders and gently pried her off me, pushing her back far enough that I could look at her face. "You got an F," I told her. She stared straight past me. "What happened? Did you choke?"
Allie barely shook her head. "I... he... he said I cheated."
Cheated? She didn't need to cheat. She knew this stuff. Had she gotten scared?"Allie, did you...?" I couldn't finish.
"I didn't. I swear, I didn't."
Confusion. Mass confusion.
"So why does Mr. Singara think you cheated?"
Allie sniffled. "Because I got a good grade."
I was amazed. I thought I had teachers as a species figured out. The man thought she cheated, and gave her an F, because she got too good a grade? Why the hell were we here? Why do they tell us to study?
"Singara thinks you cheated because you got a good grade on a test?"
Allie sniffled again and nodded.
Now what?
* * *
"Do me a favor."
"I'm still mad at you for missing practice and rehearsal. Why would I do you a favor?" Robbie asked.
"'Cause I'm cute."
"Huh!"
"'Cause I'm cuddly."
"Huh!"
"And 'cause you're a great friend."
"What?"
"Come with me for a couple of minutes and make sure I don't get suspended."
Robbie's eyebrows shot up, but she nodded.
* * *
"Mr. Singara, could I talk to you a minute?"
He looked up from the papers on his desk.
"I'm Tony Sims." I didn't introduce Robbie who was standing behind me.
"Yes, Mr. Sims. You're not one of my students?"
"No, sir." See, I can be polite when I want to. "But it's about one of your students. Allie Smidt."
"What about Miss Smidt?"
"Well, you..." there was no delicate way to say it. "Accused her of cheating."
Behind me, I heard a small gasp.
"I think that's between her and me," Singara said.
"I understand, and I didn't want you to talk about one of your students to me."
"Then what is this about?"
"I hoped you'd listen to me talk about one of your students to you. I don't think Allie cheated."
"Unfortunately, this isn't about what you think. It's about what I think."
I wondered if he was related to Mr. Parker.
"I have a reason for what I think. You see, this last week, I spent almost ten hours with Allie, working on her math."
There was another small gasp behind me.
"I'm sure that was very nice of you. But that doesn't change the fact that she cheated." Singara stood and started gathering his papers into a briefcase. "She's getting an F on her test and I'm meeting with her parents in ten minutes."
"She didn't cheat!"
He smiled condescendingly. "It's good to be loyal to your friends." He closed his briefcase and snapped the locks.
"She..."
Robbie put her hand on my shoulder. "Tony, we have to get to practice."
"In a minute."
"Now!" she said and squeezed. It may not have been the Vulcan death-grip, but it got my attention.
I nodded to the teacher and followed Robbie out of the classroom.
"We don't have practice today," I said when we were in the hall.
"You're not suspended."
"Thanks for that."
"It would have given you an excuse to miss more rehearsals."
* * *
"I'm very disappointed, young lady," a shrill voice declared.
Mr. Parker's door opened. Allie rushed out, and, for the second time that day, into my arms. Her mom and dad followed.
"Tony!" she wailed.
"She didn't do anything," I said.
"Mr. Singara said..."
"Mr. Singara is an idiot."
"Mr. Sims, that's enough." Just what I needed. Parker to get into the act.
"The fact is, Allie's only crime is to study hard and do well on a test. She didn't cheat."
"Mr. Sims, this has nothing to do with you."
"That's where you're wrong, Mr. Parker. This has everything to do with me, because I spent the time teaching her the math. Something someone else was paid to do. And I know that Allie knew the material. I know she passed the test on her own. No cheating.
"What Mr. Singara knows," I continued. "Is that one of his students improved. Because she improved, he decided she cheated." I looked at Allie's dad. "You know your daughter. Do you think she cheated? What's more, are you willing to accept she cheated based on the fact her grade went up?"
Mr. Smidt looked at Allie, who had spent this whole time sobbing against my chest, then at Mr. Parker, then back at Allie. "Honey?" he said finally. Allie didn't look up, but I could feel her tense a little. "Allie, did you pass this test on your own?"
Allie sniffled one more time, then turned around to face her dad. She reached up with her hands and wiped tears away from her cheeks. "So far, Tony's the only one who asked that question. And the only one to believe me. Daddy, I didn't cheat. I studied! I studied hard. Tony worked with me third period for four days. He came over to the house Wednesday and yesterday, and spent three hours of his own time trying to cram this stuff into my brain. And I worked on my own, making sure I understood what he taught me. I studied harder than I ever have before, and today I went into that class ready to take that test.
"And I did great. I did so well, that Mr. Singara called me a cheater, tore up my test, and gave me an F. I did so well, that Mr. Parker called me a cheater and told me I was lucky I wasn't being suspended. I did so well, that my mother is disappointed. I can't understand why more kids don't study."
I grinned. I didn't know Allie had the sarcasm in her.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Came from inside Mr. Parker's office and Mr. Singara stepped out. "That's a nice story young lady. But I know you cheated. And your F stands. And if you cheat in my class again, you fail the entire course."
"But what if she didn't cheat?" her dad said.
"Oh, Daddy!" she wailed, turned, and ran out. I nodded to Robbie and she quickly followed.
I looked back at the assembly of teachers and parents. "It's nice to know the constitution is alive and well here at good old..."
Parker cut me off. "You've caused enough problems, Mr. Sims."
"Free speech, too." Parker glared at me, and I wondered if I gone a step too far without Robbie to keep me from getting suspended.
"I'll be generous," Mr. Singara said, with a smile for the parents. "She can take a new test on Monday."
"Thank you, Mr. Singara," Allie's mom gushed. Her dad glanced apprehensively at me.
"But, since, right now, she's failing my class, she's off the cheerleading squad until she brings that grade up."
I opened my mouth, decided that there was no possible benefit to anything I had to say, and closed it again. In the words of that famous sage, Quick Draw McGraw, I exited stage right.
It had been a hell of a day, and it wasn't over yet.
Robbie and Allie were sitting in front of some empty lockers. I caught Robbie's eye and motioned her toward an empty classroom. She helped Allie to her feet, and they disappeared just as the office door opened and Allie's parents came out.
"Where is she?" her mother asked sharply.
"I think Robbie took her home." Not exactly a lie, just looking ahead into the future.
"She should be coming home with us."
"Considering the support she gets there, I don't know why she ever would."
CRACK! The sound of her hand slapping my face echoed down the empty halls.
"How dare you! I have a good mind to call your mother and tell her just how terrible you are."
I stood without flinching though I knew there was a large red handprint on the side of my face. "I have my doubts about your good mind, but my number is 555-3612. My mother's usually home by now. Feel free."
I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard their footsteps get softer as they went the other way.
* * *
"C'mon, we don't have much time," I told the girls after I'd retraced my steps to their classroom.
"Where are we going?" Robbie asked, holding the still-sobbing Allie.
"Mrs. Wayne's room. I'm hoping she's still here."
We gathered up Allie and quick marched her down the hall to the other end of the building. As we walked in her classroom, Mrs. Wayne was gathering papers for an open briefcase.
"I need a big favor," I said.
"Tony, what are you still doing here? Don't you have a game tonight?"
"Yes ma'am. And my time is ticking away."
Mrs. Wayne smiled. "What's the favor?"
"A math test."
"A math test?" Allie, Robbie, and Mrs. Wayne all said together.
"Yes, ma'am. Allie needs to take a test on chapters fourteen, fifteen and sixteen of the beginning algebra book."
"Do I have to do this now?" Allie whined.
I turned to her and took her face in my hands, using my thumbs to wipe tears from under her eyes. "It's important."
Allie sniffled and nodded.
I looked back at Mrs. Wayne, who said "Tony, I know you have a reason..."
"Yes, ma'am."
She reached down and unlocked a drawer and started rummaging through her files. "Here."
I stepped forward, took the paper, and laid it on a desk, then motioned Allie to sit down. She did, then looked up at me. I smiled reassuringly, then grabbed a pencil off Mrs. Wayne's desk and handed it to her.
"Do your best."
She nodded, then looked down at the paper and started writing.
"Would you do me three more favors?" I asked the confused math teacher. She shrugged. "Watch her take the test, then grade it. And don't tell anyone about this."
Mrs. Wayne's eyes got bigger, but she nodded. "Should I start checking the want ads?"
I grinned, as I watched Allie's pencil move confidently across the page. "Can't hurt."
Chapter 23
Friday night lights.
That'd make a great title for a movie. Damn, it's been done.
The overhead lights were blazing as the team charged onto the field. The stands were packed. This was probably our second toughest game on the schedule. The coach was hinting that we could go undefeated, and if we beat the Tigers tonight, we'd be on our way.
The team, led by Larry and Jimmy, circled the field, then formed up in the end zone for some calisthenics. When it was over, we jogged to our bench. I grinned at Robbie. "Wish me luck."
"You're nuts, you know."No, I just have this thing about doing what's right. You know, once there was this girl, and the coach wouldn't even let her play."
Robbie's eyes misted, but she nodded.
I trotted toward the stands. Allie was sitting next to Tami on the first row. I went up the steps from the field and stood in front of them. Tami stood and hugged me, hard to do with all my pads. "You're sure?" she whispered.
"Never surer!" I gave her a quick kiss, then held out my hand to Allie. "C'mon, we'll be late."
"I can't go out there. They won't let me cheer."
"You're not going to cheer. You're going to be inspirational." I took her hand and half-pulled her out on the field toward the team bench. The crowd quieted, sensing that something out of the ordinary was happening.
I sat Allie on the bench, right in the middle. "No matter what happens, you don't leave without me."
She nodded.
"Promise?"
"I promise," she said quietly, looking more confused than ever. I stood next to her and waited for the explosion.
"What's she doing here?" the coach thundered when he saw her. "Cheerleaders belong over there," he said waving toward the space in front of the grandstand.
"She's not a cheerleader tonight. She's inspiration."
"I don't care what you call your girlfriend. You know the rule: only players and coaches on the bench."
"She's not my girlfriend. My girlfriend is in the stands."
"I don't care what she is. She doesn't belong here."
I stood up as tall as I could. "She's staying, coach."
"Sims, I've had just about all your attitude I can..."
Seven words. I thought they'd be hard to say, so I'd practiced. But they slipped out easily. "If she doesn't stay, I don't either."
The coach looked like he'd been pole-axed. "You're not that indispensable."
Robbie stepped up next to me. "If Tony doesn't stay, I don't either."
"I will not have the two of you tell me how to run my team."
Larry Gordon and Jimmy Sexton stepped up next to Robbie. "If she doesn't stay, we don't either." I called them earlier and told them what I was going to do.
The referees were standing in the middle of the field with the captains from the other team, looking impatient. They were waiting for captains who apparently had just quit. The stands had grown real quiet as we stood waiting. I don't know whether they heard Paul when he said, "If they don't stay, I don't either." But they saw him join the growing group facing off against the coach.
Mike stood off to the side watching. "What the hell are you guys doing? She's just a girl. We don't need them," he said waving his arm toward us. "Let's play football. I'll go do the damn coin toss."
We watched as Mike walked toward the center of the field. Then, slowly, every other member of the team joined us.
The coach threw up his hands. "Okay, she stays," Nobody cheered. We just nodded. "Sims, you might as well sit next to her, you're done."
Robbie started to protest, but I caught her eye and shook my head. I knew what I was doing when I started this. And I'm smart enough to know the consequences. I'd led a mutiny. They usually hang mutineers, not just bench them.
"You didn't have to do this," Allie said softly as the two teams lined up for the kickoff. Mike had won the toss and elected to receive.
"Yes, I did," I told her. Despite warming the bench, I felt very satisfied with the world. Robbie caught the kickoff on our twenty and zigged and zagged to their forty.
The teams lined up. Mike took the hike, scrambled back, and looked for a receiver. The receivers were standing in their places waving at the audience. The front line had stood and were watching. Six startled but happy defenders rushed past and barreled toward Mike, who grounded the ball before he could get hit.
"What the hell?" The coach exploded.
"Call a time-out," I suggested.
The coach stared blankly.
"Coach, we need a time-out," I implored.
The coach made a T with his hands, and Mike called for the time-out.
I rushed out onto the field as the team circled up.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I yelled, probably loud enough that I'd hear about it later. "I did not come out here to watch you give away the game to a team we should beat in our sleep. I don't care if you think I should play," I said, staring at Robbie. "Or if you think Mike is a class A jerk." Mike looked like he wanted to protest, but, for once, kept his mouth shut.
"Get out there and play football, or go home and let somebody in the game who will."
I didn't bother waiting for anybody to say anything. I ran off the field.
I'd love to tell you how the team tried its best but was losing until the coach, in desperation, called me back into the game and I inspired them to play their hearts out and win. But unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, we dominated from the next play on.
Mike threw three touchdowns and Robbie threw one. Larry had the game of his life, with three sacks, a fumble recovery, and an interception that he ran the back sixty-four yards for a touchdown. I sat on the bench and watched, my arm around Allie and Tami's eyes boring into my back.
* * *
"Do I want to ask why you spent the whole game on the bench?" Dad asked when I got home in my nice clean uniform, Allie by my side. Mom, Dad, and Traci had been at the game, though I'd come home with Tami and her mom.
"Something you haven't done since you were eleven," Mom added, looking at Allie.
"Successful mutiny," I muttered. "We'll be back in a few." I took Allie to my room for a talk, then out for a walk.
"Do you think you want to tell us what's going on?" Mom asked, when I came back alone.
"Depends. Would you buy, I'm tired and going to bed early?"
"At nine on a Friday, before you've taken a walk with Tami? Try again."
So, I told them most of the story. About helping Allie all week. About her taking the test and doing better than Singara thought she should. About her being thrown off the cheerleading squad, and my getting her on the bench. I just left out a couple of details, totally unimportant, like...
"Mom, there's a police car out in front," Traci said from the window.
Like the fact that Allie's parents had no idea where she was.
We were all looking at the door when the knock came. Mom looked at me, then dad, then me again. Dad looked at me, then Mom, then me again. Traci just stared at me. There was another knock.
You know, for someone who doesn't like confrontations, I sure seem to find them easily enough. I walked to the door and opened it. Deputy Boyd, the cop who lived in the park, was standing there. Allie's mom and dad behind him.
"Uh, Tony, I need to talk to you. It's serious."
Mom had stepped up behind me. "What's the problem, Dan?"
"Allie Smidt is missing. Her parents seem to think that Tony knows something about it."
"He kidnapped her," her mom accused.
"She was at the game," I volunteered, before Mom or Dad said something about her being here. "I was with her then." Even behind me, I could feel Mom's eyes drilling into the back of my head.
"Where is my baby? I want her home?" Allie's mom wailed.
"Did you ever think she doesn't want to come home?"
"Tony, this is..." Deputy Boyd started
"You fucking bastard. What have you done with my baby?"
I held out my hands to Deputy Boyd. "You might as well slap the cuffs on me and drag me to jail. I'm done talking to this bitch."
"Tony! That's enough. Apologize!"
I considered 'I'm sorry you're a bitch', but decided that Mom was right. I'd lost my temper and gone too far. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Smidt. That was inappropriate."
"Now, let's sit down and figure this out," Mom said reasonably.
While Mom was getting everyone settled, I gave Mr. Smidt a note I'd written when Allie and I were in my room. I gave him the phone too.
With Dad sitting in his chair, Mom on the arm, Deputy Boyd and Mrs. Smidt on the sofa, Traci in the other chair, and me standing in the center of the living room, I felt like the Grand Inquisition was alive and well.
"Tony, this is serious. You might think you're helping a friend, but Allie belongs at home," Deputy Boyd said, trying to calm the situation. "I know you didn't kidnap anyone, but it could be considered custodial interference."
I considered a nice diatribe about supporting their children, or maybe a nice innocent-until-proven-guilty recitation. But I went with a simple, "Yes, sir."
"Do you know where Allie is?"
There are times when I wished lying came easy to me. "Yes."
"You need to tell us."
All in all, a very reasonable request. "No."
"Tony, this has gone far enough," Dad said.
"Dan, she was here about half-an-hour ago." Mom volunteered.
Damn! I was hoping to keep that fact out of the equation.
"Do you know where she is now?"
"They took a walk and Tony came back without her. I'm guessing, you'll find her at Tami Sharp's." My mom, the traitor.
"Tony, is that where she is?" the deputy asked.
"I haven't seen her for fifteen minutes. I don't know where she is," I said stubbornly. I had a good idea, but I didn't know.
"Tony, did you leave Allie at Tami's?"
Damn! Mom had learned how to ask questions with minimum squirm room. I wondered how long I'd live by referencing the fifth amendment. "No."
"No?" I'd surprised her at least.
"Isn't Paula Grey a cheerleader? Maybe she's over there."
Dad never ceases to surprise me. I didn't even know, he knew who Paula was, let alone that she was a cheerleader.
"Tony," Mom started, and I felt another no-squirm question coming on.
"Dan," Mr. Smidt interrupted from the entryway. "There's been a mistake. We're sorry to have wasted your time."
"John, what?"Annie, we're going home."
"John?"
"Annie, we're going home. Now!"
"Allie's okay?" the deputy asked, standing.
"No." He walked up to me and handed me the phone and the note. "But she will be. She's got good friends." He held out his hand, and I shook it, smiling tightly.
Deputy Boyd watched us. "Someday," he muttered, "I want a job with easy questions. Maybe astrophysics where all you have to do is figure out what makes the universe tick."
John Smidt faced him. "Come on over for a beer sometime, and I'll tell you a story about a kid who doesn't know how to stop being a hero."
I felt my cheeks get hot.
"But, John!"
"Annie, get in the car." He looked at my parents. "Sorry to have bothered you. That's quite a son you have there."
A few seconds later, they were gone. I stood with Deputy Boyd at the door and shook his hand.
"Tony, it's always interesting. At least this time I didn't need my gun."
"It's early yet," I said, glancing at my parents. "Want to stick around and prevent a murder?" I asked in a low voice.
Dan Boyd looked from me to my parents and back. "They don't pay me enough."
I smiled and closed the door behind him.
"What just happened?" Mom asked when I faced them again.
"I believe that your son, Anthony Marion Harry Houdini Sims, just did it again," Dad said with a stunned expression.
"My son?"
"He must get it somewhere. I was never that good at getting out of trouble."
"Tony, you've got some explaining to do," Mom said stiffly.
I handed Dad the note. "Read this. I need to get Allie."
"She was at Paula's?" Dad asked before looking at the note.
"Nope. Kathy's."
* * *
The first part of the note, I'd written on my computer and printed out. At the top, I'd written in all caps.
MR. SMIDT
PLEASE DO ME A FAVOR AND CALL MRS. WAYNE AT 555-4910 AND ASK HER ABOUT ALLIE'S MAKE-UP TEST BEFORE YOU READ THE REST OF THIS NOTE.
A line of asterisks separated the rest of the text, and I continued in regular case.
Allie took a make-up test today because she refuses to take one from Singara on Monday. And even if she took it on Monday, he'd accuse her of studying over the weekend, and she'd still be branded a cheater.
She shouldn't have had to take a make-up test anytime. She was accused without proof, based solely on doing better on the test than a narrow-minded teacher thought she could.
Allie Was Very Hurt That No One Considered for Even a Few Seconds That She Was Not a Cheater. A Teacher Said She Was, and Her Parents, Who Have Known Her All Her Life and Should Know What Kind of Person She Is, Just Accepted It, and Were, in Her Mother's Words, Very Disappointed.
If You Will Take Advice from Just a Kid, Right Now, She Needs Some Space and Some Time.
Allie had written underneath,
Please Daddy.
I added one more note at the bottom:
Admitting that you made a mistake and saying you're sorry couldn't hurt.
* * *
I brought Allie back and settled her in my room before facing my parents again. "She's spending the night, if that isn't a problem."
My parents looked at each other, then Mom shrugged. "We've taken in strays, why not a fugitive?"
"You expected all this?" Dad asked.
"The Smidts? Yes. The sheriff was a surprise."
"I assume Allie passed her test?" Mom asked.
"She got a ninety-four, two points higher than the test Singara said she cheated on."
"Now what?"
"Now, I'm hoping for one peaceful day without a confrontation," I said with a sigh.
"Just one?" Dad asked. "Why not try for two?"
I shrugged. "Cause Monday, I get suspended again."That's why it's going to the paper in Seattle. I reached into my backpack again and pulled out a large envelope, already stamped and addressed.
Parker grabbed that out of my hands too. He grinned and, holding it out in front of him, slowly ripped it in half.
If you ever played baseball, and if you were any good, you know the feeling. The feeling of swinging the bat and knowing, even before it connected with the ball, that the ball was going the distance. I had that feeling as I watched the envelope rip.
I leaned back in my chair, resisting the urge to put my feet on the edge of the desk, and smiled.
Parker looked at me, confused. "What are you so happy about?"
It was like the old Mission: Impossible shows where the crew started pulling off their masks, but the bad guy hadn't quite realized he'd been had. "Mrs. Hatcher, Mrs. Jeffries, I'll need you to sign statements about what you just witnessed."
"Witnessed? Nothing happened," Parker said.
"Robbie, synonyms for a mail, a communication in a stamped addressed envelope?"
"What would be mail, Alex."
"Mrs. Hatcher, would you mind getting the FBI on the phone? Tampering with the mail is a federal offense, and we all just witnessed a crime."
"That's ridiculous," Parker said, less than convincingly. The look on his face was close to the one in the show when the villain knew he'd been had.
"And Mrs. Hatcher, you might want to let Mr. Mulino know that he'll be needing a new vice principal for two to five years.
I looked at Robbie on my left, put my forefinger on my nose and flicked it forward. Then I looked at Tami on my right and did it again. Both girls grinned and repeated the gesture we'd borrowed from The Sting.
"What do you want, Tony?" Mulino asked from behind his desk.
"You really don't want to know, sir." Allie, Tami, Robbie, and I were in an empty classroom with our parents, Mr. Mulino, Mrs. Jeffries, and Mr. Parker.
"But I do, Tony. I do." Mr. Mulino looked tired.
"I want Allie to get the grade she deserves on her test, unless Mr. Singara can prove she cheated."
Mulino looked at me, then behind me to where Singara was leaning against a wall. "Mr. Singara, do you have any proof that Miss Smidt cheated?"
"No, but her grade..."
"Fine, Allie you get a ninety-two. With the grading curve, I believe that's an A.
"Anything else?" he asked, looking back at me.
"I want Allie transferred to Mrs. Wayne's class, where she can actually learn something."
"I will not stand here and be insulted by a..."
Mulino gave Singara a hard look. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?"
Behind me, I heard silence.
"And I think a public apology would be in order."
"I agree," Mr. Mulino said before Singara could object. "Anything else?"
I grinned, I knew what he was expecting. "No, sir."
Mr. Mulino looked stunned. "You're not going to demand that we fire Mr. Parker?"
I shrugged. "Why bother, you won't do it. We both know that the FBI isn't going to prosecute Parker for ripping up a letter. Technically, it was a federal crime, but they won't bother. All we can do is get a lot of bad publicity for our school. The whole situation will be front page, and the NEA and the Washington education association will be in the awkward position of having to defend a teacher who basically feels that studying hard doesn't work."
"I never said that," Singara challenged.
I turned around in my desk and looked at the so-called teacher. "But you decided that Allie couldn't have achieved that grade without cheating. Maybe you're not against studying. Maybe you just think cheerleaders are stupid. Or women."
"I never..."
I looked back at Mr. Mulino. "If Mr. Parker is going to be in charge of discipline, and Mrs. Jeffries refuses to properly oversee him, it would be nice if he would at least pretend to investigate both sides of a situation." I looked over at Parker and smiled. He glared.
I stood. "Now if you'll excuse me. I'm suspended for the next twelve days."
"What's the problem, dude?" Larry asked as I slipped my shoulder pads over my head.
"Just wondering if I'm wasting my time."
"Ya lost me," Larry said, pulling on his jersey.
"Well, you may have noticed that I got a little less playing time than usual on Friday."
"Yeah, I noticed. But you did have one shining moment." Larry put his hands on his hips and screwed up his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" he said in a passable imitation of me. "My dad said he heard you clear as day, and he was sitting halfway up the stands. Said it was downright inspirational. It reminded him of the good old days, playing tackle for Oklahoma. Of course, almost everything reminds him of the good old days, playing tackle for Oklahoma."
I grinned. Then frowned. "I'm just wondering if I'm still on the team."
"Of course you are. We won't let him can ya. We got Allie on the bench, didn't we?"
I smiled, thinking of Larry and the team standing up for me. And Mike saying, 'What do we need him for?'
"No!"
"What do you mean no? We didn't get Allie on the bench?"
"No, I mean, if the coach wants to sack me, you let him."
"I don't get you."
"Larry, Branson's a good coach, a little hard-headed at times, but a good coach. If we push him too far, we lose football. We've got a good team this year. No, a great team. I'm not going to be the reason that we sit the rest of the season out."
"It won't come to that."
"It could. How would you like to coach a team where the players kept over-ruling you."
"Okay, you got a point. But we can't just let you get dumped. You're the star."
I grinned, that felt good.
"No, Mike Reed's the star, and you and Robbie are the money players. I just show up and try to look good for the girls." I pulled my jersey on, and Larry slapped me on the back."You don't, or we wouldn't be having this conversation." I didn't add, "again." "I like Allie a lot. Physically, I'm attracted to her. But emotionally and spiritually, I'm attracted to you."
Tami smiled.
"If you want me to swear on the stars up there never to touch another girl again, I will. Though I do need a waiver for the play. I have to kiss three girls in it, or Robbie will hurt me."
"No, that's not what I want. And it's okay if you want to fuck Allie. It's just..."
"Tamarone Elizabeth Sharp! If I ever go to jail, it will be for strangling the life out of you. Lovingly, of course," I added with a grin. "You are usually a smart, witty, self-confident person, but every now and then you get full of self-doubt, and it drives me nuts."
"I don't..."
"You do. You've been thinking about a beautiful redhead living in my house, and you decided that I couldn't help myself and probably fucked her. Then you decided that it was okay if I slipped. Then you started this conversation to let me know it was okay."
"I... how do you know me so well?"
"My cock wants Allie. Hell, Big Tony wants Darlene, Robbie, Diana, and half-a-dozen others I can think of off the top of my head. But my heart is stubborn. It wants you."
"Tony, why do you put up with me?"
"Like I said, my heart is stubborn. No matter how much I tell it about other fish in the sea and the grass is greener, it wants you. Damn heart."
Tami stopped walking and pulled me into a kiss.
"I don't know why you put up with me, but I know why I love you," she said when we finished.
We were nearing the front of the park, so I pulled her toward the front lawn, and a minute later we settled on the swings. "And why is that?" I asked.
"Cause you make me feel good. You make me like being me."
We started swinging. Without trying, we swung together, side by side. In sync.
"You can, if you want?"
"Can what?"
"Fuck Allie. And Darlene, and Diana. And Paula, Alana, and anyone else you want."
"All at once?" I asked, being a smart ass.
"If you want."
"Tami..."
"No, it's okay. That's not my self-doubts talking. It's... it's... I don't want you to miss out on anything."
We swung together for a while as I digested that. Then I started dragging my feet on the ground and came to a stop. When Tami saw me slowing down, she did too. When she'd stopped, I reached over and pulled her toward me. She giggled and moved to my lap.
"You know my sweet little chinchilla..."
"Chinchilla?"
"I've been thinking that I really don't have any pet-names for you. I was trying it on."
"Did it fit?"
I shrugged, "Not even close. You know, Tami, if a meteor lands on my house tonight and I wind up standing in front of St. Peter or whoever guards the gates upstairs, I can honestly tell him, her, or it that I haven't missed out on anything."
Tami looked skeptical.
"You know, my little petunia," I said, pausing as Tami shook her head. "There are guys who make it through four years of high school and never even kiss a girl. There are guys who go through their entire lives and don't fall in love."
"Well, my big strong mastodon..."
"Mastodon?"
Tami grinned. "Even if you haven't missed out, I give you my permission to fuck Allie."
"If it will make you happy I'll go home, see if Mom will drive me over, and plug Big Tony into her pussy right now. I'll even let her mom watch. Then we can stop by Darlene's, and since her step-dad doesn't like me anyway, I can take her right on the coffee table."
"And I'll be waiting here for you when you get back."
"You're strange, woman."
"I'm in love, man."
I figured that was a cue for a kiss if ever there was one. One of us needed a breath mint. Tami must have had something with onions for dinner, but I didn't care.
"You know, as I think about it," I said several minutes later, "Mom was real tired after the game tonight. Said something about screaming herself raw. She's probably not in the mood to drive me to Allie's."
"That's too bad," Tami said and kissed me again.
"And I got real horny talking about it." I slipped my hand under her shirt and massaged her breast through her bra.
"It's all your fault, too." She reached down and gave the crotch of my jeans a squeeze. Big Tony had only been about half hard, but now jumped to attention.
"Is your mom going to be home tomorrow?" I asked as I pushed the cup of her bra up off her breast.
"In the morning. But she'll be gone in the afternoon."
"Damn. Well, in the afternoon we'll..."
"In the afternoon, we have play practice at Robbie's house."
"Damn play. Whose idea was this anyway?"
"Mine," Tami said with a little pout.
"And a great idea it was. What do you think your mom would do if I showed up about nine and she heard moans and groans and bedspring noises coming from your room?"
Tami gave Big Tony another squeeze. "Tony, just because she left us alone in a hotel for an hour once..."
I nodded. "That's what I thought." I kissed her neck.
"Can't you kids find a better place for that?" interrupted a voice from the street.
Mr. Edders was walking his dog. Nasty little mutt. Only a couple of pounds, all hair and teeth. I love dogs, but that thing would make good wolf bait.
"Not at the moment. Think we could use your bedroom?" Tami yelled, surprising the hell out of me. Edders grumbled something and walked away. Tami looked at me staring at her, then laughed. "I know. I've been hanging around Robbie too much."
* * *
I was sitting on the porch, enjoying the sunshine. It was a beautiful day for the second day of October, but the forecast said it was supposed to start raining this afternoon. Then forty days and forty nights. Actually, I don't know about forty, but the long-range forecast said seven at least.
I was thinking that it'd be a great day for a swim. The wind was a little cold, but with the sunshine, not too bad. But I'd noticed last night that the manager had drained the pool and locked it up.
Tami walked up. "Are you going to sit there all day?"
"Maybe. At least until my maniacal director makes me sing until my throat is raw."
"But Mikee's parents are gone."
Apparently Tami had joined the neighborhood watch.
"And Alana's at college..."
She was good at it too.
"And Peter's at soccer..."
I wondered if she knew where Jimmy Hoffa and Amelia Earhart were.
"And Kenny's on some highway doing community service..."
"And your point is?"
"You doofus! There's an empty bed, and Mikee says we can use it."
I jumped up. "Why didn't you say so, instead of wasting all this time on the Temple location report." I reached for her hand, and we started walking toward Mikee's house.
"Of course, she expects to get serviced too."
"Serviced?"
"Not her exact word, but close enough."
"I feel so cheap," I complained.
"You love it and you know it."
I grinned and shrugged. When she's right, she's right.
"She says Danny just isn't as good."
"Danny? Danny who?"
Tami shook her head. "Danny Kessler. They've been going together for a month and a half. Can't you keep up."
"Apparently not. I thought she liked Paul Tucker. Isn't that why she chose him for the play?"
Tami giggled. "I think he's the backup reserve."
"Oh."
* * *
"Yesssssssss?"
"Just watching," Mikee giggled. "It is my bed after all."
I was lying in the middle of Mikee's queen bed while Tami rode me like Annie Oakley. A pair of bunk beds rested against the wall. Kelly's was the bottom. When Alana came home from school, she'd get the queen again, and Kelly would get bumped to the top bunk.
"Come here, my little cheerleader," I beckoned.
Mikee came over and stood by the bed. "I'm not a cheerleader anymore. I didn't make it this year."
I slipped my hand around her, cupping her denim-encased butt cheek. "They're fools. But you'll always be my little cheerleader."
"Aw, that's sweet," Tami said, with just a hint of sarcasm. She stopped bucking and sat on my hips, my cock embedded in her.
"Ignore her," I told Mikee. "Have I mentioned," I whispered loudly, cupping my hand on the side of my mouth as if to keep a secret from Tami, "that I have a thing for cheerleaders? And ex-cheerleaders?" I squeezed Mikee's cheek.
"You know," Tami said, starting a slow forward-and-up, back-and-down rhythm, "between your thing for cheerleaders, your thing for red-heads, and your thing for anything female under the age of fifty, it's amazing that Allie was safe."
"I also have amazing self-control," I said modestly.
I pulled Mikee to me and kissed her hard, my free hand slipping under her t-shirt to squeeze her small, firm tit.
"I can see that," muttered Tami. "You know, if I could figure out how to cut you off without cutting me off..." she left the threat unfinished.
Mikee looked nervously back at Tami, unsure of her place in this.
Tami giggled. "You might as well take your clothes off. He's really horny today. I think it was living with Allie for a week."
"I think you're right," I agreed, then lifted Mikee's shirt and fastened my lips around one of her nipples.
"It's okay, I'll share," Tami said and leaned down, took Mikee's face gently in her hands, and kissed her.
I didn't cum, I exploded. No warning. No building toward a climax. Just a massive rush of pleasure as I watched their lips meet.
Tami giggled. "I'm not sure what's left is worth sharing." She wiggled off my hips and took my shriveled cock between her thumb and forefinger.
Remind me to be insulted when I get my breath back.
Mikee wiggled down the bed and gave the formerly Big Tony a lick.Tami giggled, then leaned down and licked the other side. Then they licked together. They started at the bottom and licked up until their tongues met at the top. It was only an inch, maybe two, but it seemed to take forever. The tips of their tongues came together and stayed as the girls rose up and stared into each other's eyes.
They stayed like that for hours. Noses almost touching, tongues just barely connected, not even breathing. Then Tami's head tilted and she pressed forward until their lips met. Just before I lost sight of it, I saw Tami's tongue dart into Mikee's mouth.
As the two kissed, Big Tony started living up to his name.
I couldn't believe what I saw. I'd fantasized about Tami and Robbie. About Tami and Ashley. About Tami and Allie. About all four. I'd even dreamed of Mikee and Kelly together. But I'd never pictured Tami and Mikee.
"Oh, God, where did you learn to kiss like that?" Mikee whispered when they finally broke apart.
"Him," Tami said, hooking her thumb at me.
"And who taught you to kiss?" Mikee asked, almost suppressing a giggle.
I thought about saying Kelly, just to tweak her, but I didn't want to change the mood. "Maryann Simpson. Fourth grade."
"Lucky girl," Tami said. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of Mikee's t-shirt and quickly pulled it over her head. Mikee raised her arms when she realized what was happening.
"Where's Kelly?" I asked as I watched Tami fling the shirt off to the side.
"Mom and Dad took her to a gymnastics meet in Yakima."
"Too bad. She's the limber one in the family." Mikee glared at me. So much for not changing the mood. Sometimes I just can't help myself.
"Who needs him?" Tami said and reached for Mikee again. She pulled her forward, over my body. Mikee's hand landed on Big Tony and pressed it to my stomach as Tami's lips mashed against hers for the third time. I watched as their nipples came together in a dance, sometimes touching, sometimes pulling away.
Tami twisted, pulling Mikee over my body and onto her back, continuing the kiss. I rolled to my hands and knees and crawled to the bottom of the bed. I unfastened Mikee's jeans and pulled them and her underwear down her legs and off.
A small part of my mind wondered if Tami was doing this for me. Part of her campaign so that I `wouldn't miss out'. The rest of my mind was on stand-by, all the blood having left for my other head.
I scooted forward and leaned down to lick Mikee's cunt. I heard her moan into Tami's mouth. Mikee's back arched, and she thrust her hips toward my face as her first orgasm hit her. I used my thumbs to separate her lips as I pushed my tongue deep into her, trying to make it last. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tami's hand settle on one of Mikee's breasts and her thumb start to tease her nipple.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, ohgodohgodohgaohgaohhhhh..." Mikee shuddered, grabbed my ears, and tried to pull me deeper into her pussy.
I stabbed my tongue deep one more time, then reached up and pulled Mikee's hands away from my now-tender ears. I crawled up alongside Mikee and pressed my lips against both of theirs. Tami's head turned enough so that I was kissing both of them.
I reached down and stroked Mikee's pussy, surprised to find Tami's hand already there. Our fingers played together, sometimes intertwining, sometimes stroking Mikee's lips. Almost simultaneously, our lips pulled away from Mikee's mouth and we lowered ourselves to her nipples. As my mouth closed on Mikee's right nipple, Tami's hand slid on top of mine and her middle finger guided mine into Mikee's pleasure cave. Mikee's hips surged forward as both our fingers penetrated her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuc...!" she shouted. I hoped the neighbors, especially Tami's mom, all had their TV's on. Loud.
Tami pulled her finger out of the girl and wrapped her hand around Big Tony, and I almost yelled, too. It felt so good I came, hard. Four big surges of creamy goo landed on Mikee's knee.
"God damn, I can't take anymore!" Mikee almost screamed as my finger kept plunging deep into her slit. I felt her shudder again.
As Mikee lay panting and glassy eyed, I crawled to Tami and lay on top of her. Big Tony, whose new name was Limp Tony, rubbed against her slit.
"That was incredible," I whispered softly.
"Should I lick her pussy now?" Tami whispered, sounding unsure.
I looked at the near-comatose freshman. "If you want to, save it for next time. If you don't, don't."
"I didn't know what to do."
"You did fine," I assured her. "Sex isn't about what you're supposed to do, it's about what you want to do. I don't think Mikee has any complaints. I know I don't."
"So Tony finally got his threesome," Tami giggled.
"My threesome?"
"Robbie told me about your bet."
"Robbie has a big mouth." I grinned. "But then again, so do I." I slid down her body and put my big mouth to good use. And Tami had no complaints either.
Chapter 27
"Thanks, Mom. I really appreciate this," I said as the car rolled to a stop.
"Just remember this in a few months when you get your license and I ask you to take Traci somewhere."
I looked blank. "Traci, Traci who?" I started to open the door.
"It's a long walk to Robbie's from here."
"Oh, Traci! My beautiful, talented, loving sister. Why didn't you say so?" I grinned as I stepped out of the car. The raindrop hit right in the center of my head. I looked up and a second drop landed in my eye. Damn forecasters were right. "I should just be a minute."
Mom nodded and opened the magazine that had been in our mail.
Another drop landed on the back of my neck, and I raced toward the front door and knocked.
"Tony! What a nice surprise. How are you?"
"Fine Mrs, uh, Reed." I almost called her Mrs. Carter, which probably wouldn't have gone over very well with her new husband. "I just came to pick up Darlene."
"I'll see if she's ready. Come in out of the rain."
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
"What are you doing here?" Darlene's step-dad asked, unpleasantly, from the sofa.
"Just picking up Darlene for play practice."
He looked up at his wife as she and Darlene came into the room. "Honey, we have that dinner with the Jameson's tonight. I thought Darlene was going to watch the girls." Darlene had an eight-year-old sister and had inherited a nine-year-old step-sister.
"Mike can watch them," Darlene said quickly.
"Can't, got plans," Mike said from his chair.
"So do I. What are you doing?"
"Brian and I thought we might go to a movie."
"Might! Mike can watch them," Darlene said firmly.
"Mike has plans," her step-dad said. "You'll just have to stay home."
"I've watched the brats the last five times you've gone out, cause Mike always has plans. If he can't change his plans, why don't you change yours."
Her step-dad exploded out of the sofa. "I've had enough of your attitude, young lady! You can go to your room." Darlene started to speak, "Now!"
Darlene looked at me, her eyes starting to fill with tears. I shrugged and gave her a small smile.
Her step-dad looked at me. "Did you have something to say?"
I bit my tongue. Hard!
* * *
"Madame director," I said, walking up to Robbie after Mom dropped me off. "Darlene can't make it," I said softly.
Robbie looked like she wanted to kick something.
"That's just great. First you skip out on a week of practice. We finally get you back, and now Darlene can't make it," she said sarcastically.
"Roberta!" Robbie had been looking down at a clipboard of notes. Her eyes snapped to me at the use of her full name. "You can talk to me that way all day, but you use that tone of voice on Darlene when she gets back, and I'll take you over my knee."
Robbie's nostrils flared.
"I may get a lot of bruises doing it," I continued, "but sitting down will not be a pleasant experience for awhile. Darlene CAN'T make it.
I watched her face as she processed what I'd said, both the threat and the emphasis on can't. The anger faded and she nodded. "What's wrong?"
I hesitated. "She'll tell you if she wants you to know."
Robbie nodded again. "Okay, I can do my part and her part too. But I ain't kissin' ya."
"Draft Kelly. We're all using scripts anyway. Kelly can read Darlene's part."
"You just want someone to kiss," Robbie challenged.
I grinned.
* * *
Mikee, Kelly and Tami were standing together, talking. Paul Tucker, Mikee's leading man, was standing just outside the group. I nodded to him as I walked up. Mikee and Tami looked at me with Cheshire cat smiles.
"You two know something I don't know," I accused. I didn't know how. I'd just left them twenty minutes ago. Kelly had just gotten home. She'd come in third in her meet. She'd even shown me her medal, so that wasn't it.
"I know too," Kelly boasted.
The only thing I could think of was that Robbie had a new boyfriend; but then, she ought to be in a better mood. I shrugged.
"Fresh meat," Tami said.
"Fresh meat?"
Kelly giggled at my expression, then Mikee and Tami joined in.
I grabbed Kelly, pulled her arms together in front of her, and held them with one hand while my other hand slid into her armpit and I started tickling. "Talk!" I commanded as the younger girl squirmed.
"New girl. Just moved into the Martin's old trailer with her family. Tami said you'd think she was cute," Kelly reported breathlessly. I released her and she spun and stuck her tongue out at me.
"Okay," I said, looking at Tami. "Name, age, shoe size and what'd she get on her last math test?"
"Zoe, thirteen, nine, and an A."
"You're making that up," I accused.
Tami shrugged. "Her name's Zoe. Zoe Morganthal.She turned thirteen two weeks ago, but she's a freshman because she skipped a grade. I'm pretty sure about the shoe size, and I figured if she skipped a grade, she probably gets A's on tests.
I nodded. My own little secret agent. "And what...?"
"I refuse to tell you her bra size," Tami interrupted, proving yet again that telepathy existed and she had it.
* * *
"You know, it hasn't been a bad day," I mused to Tami as we left her house.
"You're just saying that because you finally got your threesome."
I reached over and slid my hand into the back pocket of her jeans and gave her butt a squeeze. It was just after nine and it had finally stopped raining, so Tami and I were trying to get a walk in before it started again.
"Actually, it was a pretty good day even without sex. The sex made it great. It was a beautiful morning, rehearsal went great, and I'm walking with the bestest girl in the whole world."
"Rehearsal did go pretty good. Too bad Darlene couldn't come. What happened anyway? You went over to get her."
I started to give her the same answer I'd given Robbie, then changed my mind. I told her what it was like for Darlene living with her new family.
"That poor girl," she said when I'd finished.
"You want a sister, I'm pretty sure she'd love to get adopted."
"I'll talk to Mom," she said, and I knew she was serious. "And while you're cataloging the day, don't forget the new girl. You're going to think she's cute."
"And just how do you know I'll think she's cute?"
"I know your tastes."
"You do, don't you," I said with a grin she couldn't see in the dark. "After all, you sure liked Mikee."
I didn't have to see her to know she was bright red.
"Maybe we should invite the new girl for a walk. Just to be neighborly," I suggested.
"Can't."
"Why?"
"She's going to be playing Monopoly with Mikee, Kelly and Peter in a few minutes."
"Oh."
"At my house."
"Oh."
"And if you're good, I'll let you come."
"And just what do I have to do to be good?"
"Damn! There's never a bed around when you need one," Tami complained.
* * *
Zoe was cute. No, Zoe was hot. Silky black hair that hung to her shoulders. Large but firm breasts, about the size of cantaloupes. Legs that seemed to go on forever.
Definitely a work of art to be admired.
But I didn't like her.
She and her family had just moved from New York, and she seemed to have taken the New York City stereotype to heart.
She was brash.
She was loud.
And she complained. A lot.
It rained too much. We only had four screens at the local theater. There was no indoor ice skating rink. The list went on. And on. I decided that the only way I wanted her in my bed was with one of those rubber ball gags I'd seen in S-and-M cartoons.
And...
She was lucky at Monopoly. She creamed all of us.
Chapter 28
"I will be so glad when this week is over," I moaned.
Tami grinned and patted my arm. "Poor baby."
"You do know we have to go back in there."
She picked up my wrist and looked at my watch. "Not for another three minutes we don't," she said firmly. It was raining, but we were sitting on a low wall near the side door getting some fresh air.
October was almost gone. In fact, Sunday was Halloween and the end of the month, if I made it that far, because everything had waited for this week.
Monday, yesterday, and today we had standardized testing. The whole sophomore class spread out at tables in the gym, taking tests from first bell till the end of the day, with only a few breaks like this one to keep us from cracking up.
Then last night, Tommy Sands and his crew performed The Music Man and did awesome. A fact that even Robbie admitted, though I thought I'd have to hold her down and tickle her before she would. Tonight, Leslie Villers and her group were doing Inherit the Wind, about the Scopes monkey trial, then tomorrow we were up.
Add to that, Friday night we played the Huskies, the toughest team on our schedule.
Then add to that waiting all weekend for the election on Monday when the student body would decide which play got to enter the contest.
Robbie walked up and stood behind us. "I've got good news and I've got bad news," she announced. We turned to look at her. "Which do you want first?"
"The good news. I could use some good news," I said, and Tami nodded.
"The quarterback from Goddard High in Vancouver was caught taking steroids. His team's been disqualified and we're in the Halloween Bowl."
I looked at Tami, not knowing what to say. Tami did. "What's the bad news?" she asked.
"The quarterback from Goddard High in Vancouver was caught taking steroids. His team's been disqualified and we're in the Halloween Bowl."
Tami looked confused, but I got it. Maybe because I'd already been thinking about Hell Week.
"That means Friday night we play the Huskies, then win or lose, we jump on a bus, ride half the night to Seattle, and play again Saturday morning at ten," Robbie explained.
"Wow," Tami said in understatement.
"But we're the first school to ever send both a middle school team and a high school team to the bowl," Robbie pointed out.
"Big deal. It's only the Halloween Bowl's third year." I was in no mood to be happy.
"Yeah, but we'll always be the first. And the best part...?"
"What?" I almost growled.
"We've got about fifteen seconds to get back in the gym for more tests.
* * *
"Everybody over here!" I yelled, then waited while the cast, crew, and musicians slowly gathered. "I've got a few things I want to say."
"We don't have time. We need..."
"Ricky!" I interrupted. Ricky Calloway stepped up behind Robbie. Ricky was running our sound system. "If she talks again, gag her."
"With pleasure," he said, laying his hands on her shoulders.
"When we started this, she promised I could talk at least once a week. Since I haven't ever gotten my quota, I get to talk now," I explained. The group applauded and Robbie glared. "It's been a hell of a month. Robbie worked us like slaves, but I don't think we could have made it without her. Thanks, Madame Director." I stepped in front of her and kissed her. Then Paul Tucker, Daryl Tabler and Jimmy Martin, the other male actors all thanked her and kissed her. Then the guys in the band and crew all thanked and kissed her.
"The hell with the play, let's keep doing this," she said after Toby Reyes was done.
I grinned, then looked around the circle. "You've all seen The Music Man. It was great. And Inherit the Wind last night was out of this world." Leslie Villers had taken a few liberties. Instead of Clarence Darrow, she played Clarice Darrow and should have gotten a Tony.
"So we know this school will be sending a great production to the contest, so we can relax and have fun. Right, madame director?"
"What he said. Relax, have fun, and don't miss your cues."
* * *
Basically, Tami and I had stolen It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Carol, rubbed off the serial numbers, and added music.
Act 1, Scene 1:
I played the man. No name was ever given. I was in a hospital just before a surgery and lamenting my life and the fact that I'd never had a love that lasted and that I'd ruined the lives of the loves that touched me at all. Tami was my nurse. She fluffed my pillow a lot.
When she left me alone, I lay in my hospital bed and sang a very maudlin version of When I Was Seventeen. Tami came back and sat on the bed. We watched a movie on television.
"I just love when love wins in the end," she said, dabbing her eyes with Kleenex.
"Love is a cruel joke perpetrated by a god with a mean sense of humor," I told her flatly. In the original story, I said 'Bah humbug!', but Robbie said the serial numbers were etched too deep in that phrase.
Tami looked at me and ran from the room. I lay, staring after her.
"She loves you, you know," came a voice from nowhere.
"Then she's an idiot!"
"Love makes idiots of wise men and wise men of idiots," came the voice. I think I stole that line, but had no idea from where.
"Why would anyone want to love me?" I asked and started looking around, apparently just realizing that I was talking to thin air. "Who are you? Where are you?"
"Perhaps she's seen the real you," came the voice. "And I am me. And I am everywhere. And nowhere."
"What the hell do you mean, the 'real me'? And where are you?"
Then my buddy Luke shined his spotlight into a conveniently placed mirror which created a nice flash of light and Robbie was standing there. She was dressed in a diaphanous pale blue gown. "Now I am here. You must remember that inside you are many me's. There is the me that your friends know. The me you show your co-workers. The me you use for the babes you pick up in bars."
"But that nurse, she has seen the real you. The you inside." Which was a song cue if ever I heard one, and Robbie sang The You Inside, an original creation, lyrics by me and music by Toby Reyes.
"But how would she see the real me?" I asked when Robbie had finished, to a hell of a lot more applause than I got for When I Was Seventeen. Of course, it was a more upbeat number.
"She has seen you with the children, when you go down to their ward. They are scared, and you make them smile. She has seen you with the old ones as you listen to them telling you the same stories over and over. She has seen you with a mother outside the emergency room, waiting to hear if her little one would live or die."
"That's not the real me. I was just bored. I wandered around."
"She has seen the real you."
"Well, if she's seen the real me, and still loves me, she's a fool."
"She may be a fool, but she's a fool in love.
"I've destroyed everyone who's ever loved me."You've destroyed no one."
The lights went black, and I jumped out of bed and stripped off my pajama shirt, revealing a blue sport shirt underneath.
Act 1, Scene 2:
Mikee and I came on stage on the opposite set. This one looked like a living room. We acted in love, then sang "People Will Say We're in Love." I figured that since we were doing a musical, I might as well borrow some of the best songs from other musicals. I wanted to borrow "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General," but just couldn't make it fit in the plot.
Mikee and I acted in love some more, including a couple of passionate kisses, then I told her that I had a business trip, sang "Leaving on a Jet Plane," and left.
Mikee sat and waited, then sang "Please Mr. Postman," then sat and waited some more.
"She's probably still waiting," said my disembodied voice as I changed pants and shirts backstage.
"No. She stopped waiting long ago."
On stage, Paul Tucker had joined Mikee. He rubbed her stomach where she had shoved a pillow under her shirt to make her look pregnant.
Fade to black.
Act 2, Scene 1:
Back in my hospital bed, my pajama top on over my shirt again. Tami fluffed my pillow and hummed as she tidied up the room.
I watched her as she smiled, waved, and left.
"Wow, that was some dream," I said to myself.
"A dream. An illusion. A mirage. A half-remembered memory. I am all that and more," came Robbie's voice from everywhere. Luke hit the mirror with his spot, and Robbie appeared in a flash of light.
"She's very happy, but she still thinks of you fondly and occasionally wonders where you are and why you never came back."
"Okay, Sabrina may be happy, but I ruined Carly's life."
"You have learned nothing."
Fade to black, as I jumped out of bed again and got out of my pajama top.
Act 2, Scene 2:
Darlene sat in the middle of the living room set. The same pillow Mikee had used was stuffed under her shirt. I walked in the door, singing "You're Having My Baby."
We talked of future plans and houses with white picket fences. We kissed. Then I left.
"And I never came back," I said into the microphone backstage as I changed clothes again. "I left her alone, no money, with a baby on the way."
Then Darlene sang "I'm a Survivor."
As she finished, she walked to the window in the set and looked out. She smiled. "Jeff! Jeff, come here."
Daryl Tabler walked onto the set and crossed to the window.
"Look at him," she said proudly. "Isn't he just perfect?"
Daryl put his arm around Darlene and kissed her. "Of course he is. He's your son."
Fade to black.
Act 3, Scene 1:
The lights came up on the hospital set again. Tami came in and fluffed my pillow. She held my wrist while looking at her watch, wrote something on the clipboard at the foot of my bed, and left.
I watched her go.
"Are you here?" I asked.
"I am everywhere, and nowhere. I am as light as a mountain and as heavy as a thought."
"Is Carly really happy?"
"She has her son. She has her husband. She is content."
"Does she ever remember me?"
"Everyday. She gave him your name."
"What of Marie?"
"Ah, Marie. Your last love."
Fade to black.
Act 3, Scene 2:
When the lights came up on the living room set, rearranged enough so that it seemed a different room, I was sitting on the sofa, Diana Coleson on my lap. We sang "Endless Love," then kissed.
I moved to the desk and pretended to work on the computer there. Diana tried to talk to me, but I brushed her off, concentrating on work. Then she sang "As Long as He Needs Me." When she finished, I stood, gathered papers into a briefcase, and left.
Diana sang "Hard Candy Christmas."
The lights faded as she sang. Jimmy Martin was supposed to do a scene with her, but he'd managed to break his foot last week.
"Is she happy?" I asked when she finished.
"She has a new love just around the corner, besides Marie sees the possibilities in life."
"Does she ever..." my voice trailed off.
"She thinks of you, and wonders what could have been."
"Why are you showing me these things?"
"Because I can." Then she launched into her second song, "Where There is Love, There Are Angels." Sally Reyes wrote the music, and I did the words.
Act 3, Scene 3
As the lights came up on the hospital set, Tami was gently shaking me. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been sleeping a hundred years." I tried to sound groggy.
"Well, Rip Van Winkle, the doctor says your surgery was a success. You've got a lot of years ahead of you. Try not to sleep them away." Tami walked away.
"That was a hell of a dream," I said to myself.
"It was a dream, wasn't it?" I asked the room. "I knew it, things like that just don't happen. Must be the drugs."
Tami came back in. "Are you going to be feeling like dinner tonight?" she asked as she stepped to the side of the bed.
"No, I don't think so." I reached up and pulled her down to me and kissed her for almost a minute.
"What the hell was that!" she blasted when I let her go.
"I needed a reason to live."
"A reason to live?"
"Getting you to do that again." She giggled. "And again, and again."
The lights slowly faded as Tami sat on the edge of the bed and we talked, as Robbie stood in a single spot in the other set and sang "A Reason to Love." Music by Sally and Toby, words by yours truly.
Ring down the curtain and send us our checks.They sacked Mike twice before a fumble on our thirty-five turned over the ball again.
That was the story of the first quarter. We never got back across the fifty-yard line, but they never crossed our goal line.
The second quarter moved the ball up and down the field. And up and down again. Mike came out after the second play. His arm must have felt like Jell-O after yesterday. Robbie and I split the QB duties. She threw for over a hundred yards in the second quarter, and I added sixty-five to that, but we just couldn't move that damned ball over the goal line. But the good news was, neither could they.
The half ended nothing to nothing.
The coach got us in the locker room. "I know you're tired after last night, and that was a hell of a first half against the toughest high school team I've ever seen." He took a breath and looked around the locker room. "Let's call it a day and go home."
Naturally, we shouted him down.
We charged back out on the field as if it were the first game of the season. Unfortunately, so did the Cougars. By the end of the third quarter, Robbie had racked up another hundred and twenty yards in the air and fifty on the ground. I'd gotten seventy rushing and thirty more passing, and we still hadn't passed the damned goal line.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm too damned tired to play overtime," Robbie said between quarters.
The fourth started like the third as the two teams danced up and down the field. With just over a minute left to play, we had the ball on the Cougars' twenty on third down. With a nothing to nothing ball game, it was the perfect time to kick. One problem. None of us were any damned good at it.
Robbie stepped up to me, grabbed my face mask and said two words.
I nodded. I signaled the sidelines that I wanted Larry, and he jogged out, looking confused. He almost never played offense. I quickly explained what was happening.
We set up for the kick with me taking the hike and Robbie going for the kick.
I called out the numbers. The ball was hiked. I caught it and held it for the kick. Robbie ran forward, and just before the kick, I picked up the ball and started running. Larry moved in front of me and Robbie to the side, and we were halfway to the goal before the shock wore off.
The entire Cougars team seemed to be rushing at me, and I questioned whether football was the sport for me, but then the Rebels caught on and were picking them off one by one. I was at the five, then the three, something hit me, but I took another step, then one more, and lunged forward. I reached the ball in front of me as I went down, several bodies landing on top of me. I held onto the ball and waited for the whistle.
When everyone climbed off of me, I saw my outstretched arms and the ball, a good two feet past the goal line. We scored. I climbed slowly to my feet, wondering if I had a muscle in my body that wasn't complaining. Robbie rushed up and gave me a half hug, half tackle. I winced, but enjoyed it. Hugging Robbie was always fun, though hugging Robbie when we're both in pads wasn't nearly as satisfying.
"That was a hell of an idea," Larry congratulated me with a slap on the back.
"Robbie's idea. She told me The Replacements. We both liked that movie."
The Cougars were still in shock, and we made the extra point when Robbie fired a pass to Phil Barnes.
We kicked off with forty-two seconds on the clock. Their superstar running back took the kick and ran it back to our forty. Then they slowly moved down the field. They made two yards, then three. Then five. Always running out of bounds to stop the clock.
Twenty-two seconds with a first down on our twenty-three. Robbie and I watched from the sidelines. We hadn't played defense since Mike had come out and we took over the quarterbacking duties. Their all-state quarterback handed off to their superstar running back, and suddenly he was streaking down the field with nothing in front of him. If I chewed my fingernails, I'd be up to my elbows by now.
He was at the five. Where was the damn gun? Larry came barreling at him.
He was at the three. Where was the damn gun? Larry was closing the gap.
He was at the one. Where was the damn gun? Larry launched himself and hit him.
He was down. The ref came running up, then we saw the signal, less than a foot to go. I looked up at the clock, eight seconds.
The Cougars didn't huddle. The clock was running. They set up and hiked the ball. The quarterback took the hike and ran straight forward at the line. There was a tangle of bodies. Then a whistle. We watched. Then the damn refs' hands jerked up in the air. Touchdown!
It would all come down to the extra point. If they made it, we went into overtime, and looking around, I didn't think we had it in us to play another quarter. If they didn't, we won.
Robbie was standing in front of the coach. "Put us in." I realized she was talking about me too, and right then, I'd rather be in the hot tub back at the motel than in the game. The coach considered, then shook his head.
We watched as the teams lined up for the extra point. The ball was hiked, the quarterback faded back looking for a receiver, he faked a pass, then handed off to the superstar. The superstar took it and...
And ran into a wall named Larry.
Game, set and match.
Yes, it had been a hell of a weekend."I have an empty house just sitting there and a mother waiting to drive us."
"I'm guessing that when you asked your mom to drive us to Robbie's house, you forgot to mention that Robbie wouldn't be there."
"Slipped my mind," I said with a grin.
"You know," Tami said, as she loaded the dishwasher, "ever since you told me that you were getting a day off, I've been thinking that I need to burn some incense to the sports gods, to thank them for putting basketball in between football and baseball. I'll actually get to see you a little."
"Uh Tami..."
"You're NOT playing basketball! You've never played basketball. I've never even seen you shoot a basket." She slammed the dishwasher closed, turned it on, then stomped out into the living room until we were standing face to face. Tami glared at me.
She was cute when she stomped, but I decided this wasn't the best time to mention that.
"I'm not playing basketball."
Her face softened. "Anthony Sims, you had me worried." She turned around. "I'll get my coat. It's in my room."
"Uh, Mr. Reed came to see me today. Sixth period."
"Mr. Reed? What did he want?" echoed her voice down the hall.
"The middle school is starting a gymnastics team."
"Good," came the voice. "That'll make Kelly happy." Tami started coming down the hall. "I don't understand why Mr. Reed would come to tell you about... Tony, you didn't!" she exclaimed coming to a stop.
"Miss Calloway is going to coach the team, but she needs some help, and Kelly suggested me, and..." I shrugged.
"What do you know about gymnastics?" Tami challenged, stomping toward me again.
"I can do a cartwheel," I said in my defense. "And a headstand. I won the headstand contest in PE last year."
"What do you know about coaching gymnastics?"
"Not a thing," I cheerfully admitted. "But Mr. Reed said that Miss Calloway thought I could help. I guess she can show me some basic things."
"I guess... damn!"
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my nose against hers. "You know, love of my life, you could come help, too. Helping to coach a middle school sport will look good on your resume."
Tami pulled her head back, then lunged forward and bite my nose. "You just want to see little girls in skimpy leotards."
"Nah, I'm hoping if the team works out, the high school will start one, and I'll have an in. Then I can see big girls in skimpy leotards."
Tami laughed. "My boyfriend. He may be a pig, but he's an honest pig."
* * *
"You had kind of a funny look on your face when you got to my house. Before we got sidetracked by gymnastics," Tami said as I unlocked Robbie's door and put back the spare key.
"I was kinda surprised by something," I said, opening the door for Tami.
"And?"
"Well, Robbie had a ride home arranged after we talked to the coach."
"So?"
"It was Mike Rose."
"The basketball player?" I nodded. "He's a senior isn't he?"
I nodded again. "She drove off with him after they dropped me off."
"Robbie and Mike Rose," Tami mused.
"I know. Somehow it just doesn't fit.
"Well, whatever floats her boat. I just want her to be happy."
"Me too. But Mike Rose?"
"You know, she hasn't really gone out with anybody since she..."
"Since she dumped me," I finished for her. "You can say it. I'm almost over it. My one true love," I said wistfully, tilting my head to the side.
I really should have expected the fist in my stomach.
I looked at her. "I meant my other true love."
Tami balled her fist again.
"I meant that girl who meant absolutely nothing to me."
Tami grinned and kissed me. "I know you love her. It's okay."
I slipped my arm around her, and we started upstairs. I wondered if any teenager ever had a life as complicated as mine. Maybe Romeo, and we all know how he turned out.
"Do you think," Tami started in a normal voice, "if I hadn't moved here," she continued in a whisper, "that you and Robbie..."
"You're slipping," I accused and kissed her cheek as we got to the top of the stairs.
"Slipping?"
"Normally you ask your inconvenient questions right at the moment of climax."
Tami blushed and looked to the side.
"Actually I've wondered about that," I admitted.
"You have?" Tami seemed surprised.
I opened Robbie's door, and we went inside. I led Tami to the bed and sat her down, then flipped on Robbie's stereo. Frank Sinatra started crooning. Not my first choice, but not bad. Robbie's musical tastes ran the gamut.
I stepped back to Tami, pushed her back, and lay beside her, my mouth covering hers.
Tami pushed me onto my back and mounted me, her hands on my shoulders, holding me down. "Just a minute buster. You were telling me about wondering about life without me."
I grinned up at her. "I like my life. Hell, I love my life. But, sometimes, when I have a minute to myself, without football, plays, sisters, parents, or you. Or homework. Or suspensions. Or..."
"I get the point."
"Sometimes, I wonder what my life would be like if we hadn't moved from California. Or you hadn't moved from Colorado. Or if..."
"So would you and Robbie be an item?"
"Definitely." I waited a second while she processed that. "Definitely yes and no."
"Yes and no?"
"I don't think that Robbie and I could ever be a forever-and-ever-amen kind of couple. Not like you and I. But I think we'd be together. Then apart. Then together."
"Then apart," Tami finished. Her eyes kind of glazed over while she thought about it, then she nodded. "Kind of a fire that burns real hot and burns itself out, then smoulders until there's some new fuel.
"Something like that."
"And what did you decide your life would be like back in California?"
"Ordinary."
Tami grinned and nodded.
I reached up, grabbed her arms, and rolled her onto her back. She giggled as I sat on her and held her down like she'd tried to do to me. "And you, milady. Do you ever muse about life's other paths?"
"`Life's other paths.' I like that. You should be a writer."
"Don't change the subject. Besides, there's already one writer in the family."
"There is, who?"
I stared down at her until she thought about it.
"Oh."
"So, do you ever think about the path not taken? And I can't take credit for that one. I stole it somewhere."
Tami turned her head and looked out the window. The rain was still pounding down. "I do. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I hadn't been in such a hurry to grow up."
"You lost me," I admitted.
"If I hadn't wanted to go to a high school dance. If... Peter King."
I reached down and put my finger on her chin and gently turned her head until she was looking up at me. "I really need to thank him someday."
"Thank him?"
"I think he helped make us what we are. If not for him, we might have gone out for awhile, then moved on to other people. We might never have realized what we had."
"Other people?" Tami asked suspiciously.
"Oh yeah," I said enthusiastically.
"I hate you," she said, grinning, and without an ounce of spite.
"I know." I leaned down and kissed her nose. "Do you realize that two hormonally-driven teenagers, a boy and a girl, I might add, are alone in a house, totally unsupervised, and they're spending all their time talking?"
"Seems wrong, doesn't it?"
"Sick and wrong," I agreed.
"What else can we do?" she asked innocently.
"I'll think of something."
Chapter 31
"Ah, one of my main headaches."
"I haven't even talked to Mr. Parker in almost a month," I said quickly, hold up my hands palms outward. "I swear," I added.
Mr. Mulino smiled. "Sorry, didn't mean to put you on the defensive."
I'd been sitting on the brick half-wall outside one of the school's back doors. Mr. Mulino settled himself on the opposite wall. It was still raining. The forecast said it would all week, but it had lightened, and there was enough overhang that I could enjoy the fresh air without getting wet.
"Not to put you on the defensive again, but aren't you supposed to be in a class?"
I nodded barely. "I've got P.E. this period, but I've got a monster headache, so Mr. Tolland said I could skip. He seemed to think Coach Branson would give me a workout this afternoon."
"Do you want an aspirin or something?"
"Thanks, but I don't take aspirin for anything less than a brain tumor."
"Really?"
"I think we're an over-medicated society. Most people start popping drugs at the first sniffle, so their immune systems never get stronger."
"Interesting theory."
"I figure a little fresh air and I'll be good as new."
Mr. Mulino nodded.
"So what are you bummed about?" I asked.
"What makes you think I'm bummed?"
"You just have that look."
He sighed. "Just normal frustrations of running a school. Though you're not helping."
"What did I do? Like I said, I haven't even talked to Mr. Parker in almost a month."
"Your play."
"My play? What happened? Did Mr. Parker complain about the pregnant girls?"
"No, he didn't. And, actually, he was very impressed by what you put together in a month."
"You're kidding."
"No, though he probably won't ever admit it."
I laughed, then stopped quickly. It made my head hurt.
"So, if Mr. Parker isn't complaining, what's the problem?" I asked.
"Well..." he hesitated. "I suppose it can't hurt to tell you. We counted up the votes in the election. Two of the plays are tied for first, and the third production is only four votes away."
"You're kidding."
"No. Like I said, you're one of my headaches."
"Let me guess: us and Inherit the Wind are tied?"
Mr. Mulino hesitated again, then nodded.
"You could use a Parker solution. Expel me and Robbie, problem solved."
"And after he said nice things about you," Mr. Mulino said with mock
disappointment.
"Sorry, force of habit."
We sat and watched the rain.
"Is it too late to change my vote?" I asked.
"What?"
"I voted for us, but I've thought about it, and I think I want to vote
for Inherit the Wind instead."
"I don't know..."
"If you change my vote, Inherit won by two," I pointed out.
"Why would you do that?"
I knew he was watching me, but I watched the grey sky. There was one
patch that was darker and headed our way.
"Except for Leslie, most of the people in Inherit are seniors. Robby
and I can try again next year. Besides, Leslie is super-serious about the
acting thing, I just did it for fun. Besides, she's good."
"You're sure?"
I looked at him and nodded, then looked back at the dark patch of sky.
"Okay, we'll announce that Inherit the Wind will be the school's
production."
"Do me a favor though. Don't let it out, how close the vote was. As
competitive as Robbie is, she'll want to check for hanging chads."
"I probably shouldn't mention that you changed your vote either?"
"Not unless you want the janitors cleaning blood and guts off the
floor."
I looked at the administrator and grinned.
"Tell you what, I won't let it slip if you'll do me a little favor."
"My own superintendent, a blackmailer."
"You use the leverage you've got," he said with a smile.
"I suppose you want me to be nice to Mr. Parker?"
"I said a favor, not a miracle."
I grinned and nodded. "What can I do for you? I guess it never hurts
to get some points with the big boss. Especially with March coming up."
"March? What's March got to do with anything?"
I grinned again. "I seem to have a habit of getting suspended in March.
I'm trying not to make it three years in a row."
"Well, considering some of the stunts you pull, I can't make any
promises."
"I'm planning to spend the entire month of March in the library studying
quietly."
"That I'll believe when I see it."
"You're pretty skeptical for someone who wants something. What is it?"
"Well, I've got this..."
* * *
"Do you even know how to be a girl?"
Tami and I stepped out of the lunch line holding our trays and into the
cafeteria. Lunch today was chicken chow mein on rice, and I wasn't in that
much of a hurry. I looked at the voice. Kate Green and her band of clones
were standing around Robbie.
I looked at Tami, then back at the confrontation. Tami grabbed my arm
and pulled me toward an empty table. We set our trays down, but didn't
sit.
"Do you even own a skirt, or a dress? All you ever wear are those
jeans. And I know you don't have a mom, but you could get someone to teach
you about makeup."
I saw Robbie's hand jerk closed into a fist and then slowly, as if she
were struggling, open again. Kate was the reigning queen of cool. She was
a senior, and I don't think I'd ever seen her without her collection of
Kate wannabes surrounding her.
I decided that I'd had enough confrontation to last me a lifetime.
Besides, Robbie was a big girl, she could take care of herself. I'd sit
down with the love of my life and try to choke down lunch.
My feet had other ideas. I was halfway across the cafeteria before I
realized what I was doing. "When you're one of the two sexiest girls in
the school, you don't need to trowel on makeup," I said as I stepped next
to Robbie.
Kate looked at me as if I was something scraped off the bottom of
someone's shoe. "What would you know about anything?"
"Well, since the other sexiest girl is my girlfriend..."
"Her?" Kate said, glancing at Tami, then looking away as if Tami were
completely beneath her notice. I felt my own fist clench, and forced it
flat again. "You're one of her football buddies. She thinks she's one of
the boys."
"She knows she's not one of the boys. She's all girl."
"She doesn't look like it."
"Just because Robbie's got enough self-confidence to wear what she
wants, doesn't make her less of a girl. Have you ever worn anything that
wasn't in a teen magazine first?"
Kate's eyes blazed. "Sophomores!" she spat, then spun and walked away.
I looked at Robbie. "What was that all...?"
SLAP!
Robbie's open hand almost took the top of my head off, it was a good
thing my headache was gone.
"I didn't need your help." She spun and walked the opposite direction
from Kate.
"That is a cool hand print," Tami cooed as I sat down.
I tried to remember that I loved her and that strangulation wasn't
conducive to a lasting relationship.
Chapter 32
"Oh, Tony!"
I looked to the side just as Allie launched herself at me. I caught her
and fell back against my locker. I slid to the ground with Allie on my
lap. As my butt hit the floor, Allie pressed her mouth against mine and
kissed me.
Not the worst way to finish the school day. Not the worst way to finish
a week of school. Not the worst way to finish nine weeks of school.
"Get a room," Tami suggested when I looked guiltily up at her.
"I got an A," Allie told her, and started climbing off my lap. Tami
held out her hand and helped her up. "Actually an A minus."
Tami looked blank, and I'm sure I did too.
"In algebra. Mrs. Wright told me. My report card, I'm getting an A
minus."
Tami hugged her. "That's wonderful."
They both looked down at me, sitting on the floor, my back against my
locker.
"Are you going to sit down there all day? Or are you going to help
Allie celebrate?"
"Well, I don't know if I can get a hotel room for the three of us on
such short notice," I said, climbing to my feet. "And I have a game in two
hours."
Allie blushed.
"No, that would be you celebrating," Tami accused, punching me in the
shoulder. "Besides, if Allie wants your bod to celebrate with, she doesn't
need my help."
Allie blushed deeper and her eyes widened.
I kissed Tami on the nose and Allie demurely on the cheek. Then I
grinned.
"I am very disappointed, young lady," I said in a passable imitation of
her mother. "If you'd worked a little harder, you could have gotten rid of
that minus."
Allie giggled. "Maybe next nine weeks."
"I'll reserve the hotel room. Seriously, I couldn't be prouder if you
were my own daughter."
Allie giggled again. "Want to adopt me?"
"In a heartbeat."
* * *
"So when are you and Allie going to... celebrate?" Tami asked.
I figured words weren't enough and buried my face between Tami's
breasts. We were sitting in Dad's chair in my living room, Tami on my lap.
"Don't you two ever stop?" Traci asked, walking into the room.
I looked up at her, grinned, and buried my face in Tami's breasts again.
"Nope," Tami said with a giggle.
"Do you think I should go out with a high school guy?" Traci asked
innocently.
I suddenly lost interest in Tami's twin projections.
"I don't think you should go out at all," I said, looking up at her. "I
think you should stay in your room, Dad and I will build a moat around this
place, and we'll chase off the boys with shotguns and pitchforks."
"Tami..." Traci said pleadingly.
"Don't look at me. I'm going to get a slingshot and help."
Traci pouted.
"Who?" Tami asked, taking pity on her.
Traci grinned. "Kenny Temple."
"WHAT!" I surged out of the chair. Tami barely managed to jump to her
feet before I dumped her on her ass.
Traci laughed. "Would you relax. I'm not going out with Kenny. Though
Peter's kind of cute."
"Why would you even suggest that?" Tami asked, glaring at me.
"Well, on the bus this afternoon, Kenny suggested there was a lot he
could teach me."
"I think Kenny and I need to have a talk," I said as I started toward
the door.
"Tony, no!" Traci yelled.
"We're just going to talk," I said as my hand rested on the doorknob.
"I can take care of myself," Traci protested. "I don't need your help."
"I just want..."
"Anthony Marion!" Traci interrupted. "I won't ever speak to you again.
I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!"
I started to argue, then remembered Robbie and the scene in the
cafeteria two weeks ago. She was still a little cool towards me, and I
really didn't understand why.
I let go of the doorknob and turned back toward my sister. "I know you
can," I admitted.
Traci stepped up and hugged me. "You're not the worst big brother a
girl could have. I guess I shouldn't tease you."
"You're a decent little sister yourself."
* * *
"Sims!"
I was standing on the sidelines talking to Larry and a couple of other
guys, waiting for the game to start. It was the last game of the regular
season. It was also our homecoming game. We'd already won the league, so
tonight's game didn't matter much, but we were hoping for a perfect season.
We were playing the team from Wenatchee. They were good; we were better.
I looked out on the field and saw one player standing there. Number
sixty-four. He was just standing halfway across the field watching us.
"Sims!" he yelled again.
I shrugged and walked out to meet him. The referees were still talking
together further down the field. According to the clock counting down on
the scoreboard, there were two minutes until kickoff.
"Sims!" he said again when I was about halfway there. "Remember me?" he
asked when I was about five feet away.
I shrugged.
Sixty-four took off his helmet.
Peter King.
"I remember you," I said simply. He wasn't as big as I remembered.
Then I realized that he was about the same. I'd grown up a bit.
"You called me a liar," he accused.
"I did," I agreed. I felt like there was a switch in the back of my
head ready to flip to fight or flight. I kinda favored flight.If I got into a fight in the middle of the football field with everybody watching, it would make Parker's year.
"I wasn't lying."
"No, you weren't."
We stared at each other while the clock counted down.
"I hear you and Tami Sharp are pretty tight?"
"I plan to marry her."
He nodded, accepting what might be considered an outrageous statement.
"Is that why you did it?"
"I didn't like her much at the time, but she was a friend, and I thought she deserved better."
Peter nodded again.
Peter's hand started to rise, and I got ready to make my decision, fight or flight.
Peter held his hand out to me. "I'm sorry."
"You're..."
"Sorry," Peter finished. "You were being a good friend. I was being a..."
"Jerk," I finished as I took his hand and shook it.
He smiled and nodded again. "Would you tell her I said I was sorry?"
"Tell her yourself," I suggested. "She's in the stands."
Peter nodded and smiled again. "Of course, this doesn't mean I won't try to tear your head off if you get the ball."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
I walked back to the sidelines, smiling to myself.
The world is a very interesting place.
Chapter 33
"Oh, God!"
Robbie grinned. "You say the sweetest things."
"Oh, God!"
Robbie spun, and I watched as the hem of her dress lifted and twirled. The dress was pale blue and came to the tops of her knees. The front started on her right shoulder and plunged diagonally to under her left arm with just a hint of her left breast.
"Oh, God!"
"You know, Tony, I think the thing I like most about you is your way with words."
"Oh, God!" I'd waited for her after the game outside the trainer's room. The visiting team used the girls' locker room, so Robbie changed in the training room because it had a shower.
"If you can't come up with anything more than that, I'm going to the dance."
"Tami who?"
Robbie smiled. "Even if I know you don't mean that, it's the sweetest thing a guy's ever said to me."
"Will you marry me?" I asked, dropping to one knee.
"I think you've already asked Tami."
"We can all move to Utah."
* * *
"Can I ask you something?" I said as we climbed the stairs to the main hall. The dance was in gym two at the other end of the school.
"You can ask me anything," Robbie said quickly. "Of course, I reserve the right to throw a major temper tantrum."
"Uh..." What was that old saying? Discretion is the better part of survival.
"Tony, ask."
"Uh, you've been kind of, uh, cool, towards me the last couple of weeks. Since that thing with Kate in the cafeteria."
"If you thought I was just a little cool, I wasn't doing something right."
"I was just trying to help. I mean, that's what friends do, right? Help each other."
Robbie stopped, so I stopped too. We happened to be right in front of our lockers. "Tony, we need to get you a big white horse, 'cause you're always riding to someone's rescue."
"I..." What the hell do you say to something like that?
"I was annoyed. Hell, I was mad that you thought I needed rescuing."
"Oh!"
"It was that kind of day. First Leslie's play beats us out. Then Kate decides to jump me, probably because I was talking to all the cute football players and she felt left out. Then you decide I'm a damsel in distress and come riding to my rescue. You're probably lucky that you still have all your teeth."
"Losing the play competition bothered you that much?" I knew she could care less about what Kate thought.
"We were good. I can't believe we lost."
"We were good, but we put it together in a month. Leslie's been acting since... she was probably doing Romeo and Juliet when she was still an egg in her mother's womb."
"Eggs aren't in the womb."
"Don't get clinical on me. You know what I mean."
"I do. And Leslie was good. And her play wasn't lame. I just get so competitive. I just can't believe we lost."
"If I tell you something, will you promise never to mention it again. To take it to your grave?"
Robbie looked at me, then slowly nodded.
"We lost by two votes."
"Two votes! We should get a recount. What about the kids who were absent that Monday?"
"Robbie!"
"We should... get over it and think about next year."
I nodded. "We should go to the dance, and you can dance with Mike, and I'll dance with Tami. Then Mike can dance with Tami, and you and I will do whatever it is you do to the light fantastic. Then Mike and I can have the slow dances..."
"You keep your grubby hands off Mike. He's mine."
I bowed, and we walked down the hall to the dance.
* * *
"You okay?" I asked Robbie as everyone applauded.
"I just thought.... I... I'm okay."
Jenny Velesquez, the student body president, had just announced the sophomore homecoming princesses. Tami was one of the four, Robbie wasn't.
"I guess Katie Green is right. People don't think of me as a girl."
Mike Rose, Robbie's date, stood on the other side of her, his arm around her shoulder, watching the four sophomores join the freshmen and get crowned, but she spoke quietly with me.
"Try to remember that a lot of the kids in this school don't have an opinion until Kate or somebody else gives it to them," I said.
"I guess," she muttered, biting her lip. "I'm glad Mikee made it." Mikee was standing in the middle of the freshmen, looking like she was going to burst.
"Me, too. And you've got something better than homecoming court. You're a member of the first team in school history to have a perfect season."
"Regular season anyway," she said with a small smile. We'd won tonight's game easily. In fact, Robbie and I had only played a few minutes. The coach used a lot of the kids who didn't play much. I'd only handled the ball three times, and Peter King did his best to take my head off, nailing me once just after I launched a long pass that just grazed the ends of the receiver's fingertips.
"Plus, from the looks you've been getting, I think you answered Kate's question of whether you know how to look like a girl."
"I didn't even need help with my makeup."
I'd been watching the stage as they announced the juniors, and my head jerked to look at Robbie. "You're not wearing any."
Robbie giggled. "Of course I am. I just like makeup to highlight me, not change me into someone else."
"Amen," I agreed and looked back toward the stage.
"Paula Grey!" Jenny announced. `Not a big surprise,' I thought as I applauded. In fact, the buzz around school had been that Paula might make queen, though it was almost always a senior. Paula hugged all the princesses already on the stage, especially Tami and Mikee. The trailer park was well represented.
Jenny announced the senior princesses, finishing with Kate Green, who looked annoyed. Being a princess meant she wasn't queen.
"Before we get to the queen's coronation, I'd like to remind everybody that Inherit the Wind will be performing for the regional judges next Saturday. Be sure to come out and support them. To announce this year's queen, I present to you last year's queen, Alana Temple," Jenny said into the microphone, then started clapping. Alana, who'd been standing off to the side, stepped forward, wearing the tiara she'd owned for the last two years, having been elected her junior year too.
"This is a special year. For the first time in the thirty-three year history of this school, our team has had a perfect season."
The gym erupted into applause and yells that lasted almost two minutes.
"And we're going to bring home the state championship for the first time since 1993."
This time the applause lasted almost five minutes.
"And I couldn't help notice that for the first time in the history of the school, a girl was on the team." Not completely correct since Robbie had been on the team last year too, but close enough.
There was a stunned silence for several seconds, then Tami yelled, "Robbie!"
A few seconds later, it seemed like every girl in the gym was chanting her name. Robbie looked at me, blushing deeply. I reached over and took her hand and squeezed. Then all the guys were chanting and stomping too.
Alana held up her hands, and eventually, the noise quieted.
"Enough already. Just announce the damn queen," I heard Kate say behind Alana.
Alana turned and gave Kate a glare that could have cut down a redwood. Then she turned back around and smiled. "In college, I'm taking a class in logic, and I can't help but wonder: first girl on the team, first perfect season, hmmm."
That brought a lot of laughter and renewed chanting.
"This is a year of firsts. For only the third time in school history, the queen is not a senior."
I looked around, trying to figure out what junior could have beaten out Paula.
"And for the first time, it's not a junior either."
A sophomore? It couldn't be a freshman. That would bend the laws of time and space and cause the Earth to collapse into a black hole.
"And the first football player."
Robbie spun and faced me, Mike's arm falling off her shoulders. "Did you do this?"
"I didn't even vote for you," I said honestly. I had voted for her for princess. But I voted for Paula for queen. I found out later that Larry had started the campaign for Robbie. She got twice as many votes as the other eleven nominees combined. I put my hands on Robbie's shoulders and turned her toward the stage. "You deserve this," I whispered in her ear as I pushed her forward.
* * *
"I guess Robbie figured out how to be a girl," I said to Kate later that night.
"That is a cool hand print," Tami said a minute later.
I grinned. This one, I considered a badge of honor.I noticed Tami's mom's car wasn't in the driveway as I walked up to her house the next morning. I grinned. A Saturday with nothing to do for a change, and a teenaged girl alone in her house. Life is good.
I knocked, and Tami opened the door almost immediately.
"Hi, Tony. Guess..."
I didn't wait for her to finish. I stepped inside, pulling her to me, and pressed my lips to hers. One hand squeezed her butt cheek through her jeans, the other quickly found her breast, protected only by a thin t-shirt. Even as we kissed, I turned her and took a step toward her bedroom.
Tami pulled away. I was surprised.
"Tony, have you met my grandmother?"
My head jerked toward the sofa where an older woman was sitting, her hand covering her mouth.
"Uh..."
"Tony, I've heard so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true."
I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle of November. I'd spent the morning working on a term paper for history. It wasn't due until the end of January, but why wait for the last minute? I'd written a great conclusion; now I just had to find enough facts to support it.
I didn't even glance at Tami's house. I knew she, her mother, and her grandmother were off shopping. That was one of the reasons I was working on my paper.
I noticed Kelly and Mikee sitting in garden chairs outside their trailer. They were wearing shorts and halter tops, enjoying the sun after all the rain that had cursed the month so far.
Their chairs were facing away from the street, so I walked quietly up behind them. I reached down and grabbed their shoulders. "Hi, girls. Enjoying the sunshine?"
Mikee jumped at my unexpected touch, but Kelly jumped harder, jumping up and jerking away from me.
"You okay?" I asked after glancing at the cornered-animal look in her eye.
"Fine. I just don't want to be touched. Okay?" she spat and raced back into her trailer.
I looked at Mikee. "I..."
Mikee got up and hugged me. "It isn't you. She's been weird for a couple of weeks."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. She won't talk about it."
Mikee looked up at me. "Can we...?" There was a lustful look in her eye.
"I don't know. I've never done it with a princess. I'm a commoner, I might burst into flames or something."
Mikee giggled. "I'll get Queen Robbie to knight you."
"As it happens, my house is empty. Traci's got a concert tonight, and the folks took her to rehearsals." I looked at the trailer. "What about Kelly?" I wasn't being greedy. Really I wasn't. I wasn't even looking for another threesome. I just didn't want her left out.
Mikee sighed. "I don't think she'll be interested."
"You know, you've grown up a lot since I've known you." I looked down at her naked body laying on my bed. My eyes were drawn to her pussy. She had a lot more hair than Tami, and it was darker too.
"If that's your idea of seductive conversation, you need a lot of work," Mikee said with a smile.
"I just meant... hell, I don't know."
"Don't sweat it. Sex is confusing. We'll have it all figured out by the time we're sixty."
"Comforting thought." I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them.
I grinned and lowered myself onto Mikee's pussy. Her lips were more open than Tami's, so my tongue had no trouble pressing in. I wondered if there'd ever be a time when I had sex, or girls, all figured out. Or was it that when you got older, you just stopped caring.
"Would you please fuck me?" Mikee moaned.
I lifted my head enough to look up Mikee's body. "Not getting enough from Brian?"
She'd been going out with Brian Thomas since the middle of October. He was a freshman on the JV football team and had a pretty good rep as a stud for a ninth grader.
"I'm not getting anything from Brian."
"I thought he..."
Mikee giggled. "Brian's a lot of fun, but I'm not going to let him do anything. He'd tell half the school in an hour."
"How'd you get so smart?"
"I had a good teacher." She reached down, grabbed my ears and pulled. "Now get up here before I find a new teacher."
I let her pull me up until my crotch was above hers. She let go of my ears, reached down, and guided my cock toward her pussy.
"What if I'm not in the mood?" I asked.
"You're always in the mood."
"Not always. There was an hour about two years ago when I wasn't."
"And there'll probably be an hour two or three years from now when you aren't," she said as she pulled my cock into her.
It's hard to argue with a girl when she's wrong. When she's right... I drove Big Tony forward.
"It's a good thing for you that Mom and Dad dropped me off, then went shopping."
My head jerked toward the door. I hadn't closed it. Traci was standing there. The look on her face was hard to read. I don't think she was surprised that she'd caught me fucking. I do think she was surprised at who I was fucking.
"I can't believe that you'd do this to her." Traci backed out and ran toward her bedroom.
I had a feeling that the `her' in that sentence wasn't Mikee.
Mikee reached down and pulled my soft little worm out of her pussy. Big Tony had run away. "I think that's my cue to go home."
"Mikee, I..."
Mikee put her finger on my lips. "I hope I haven't screwed things up between you and Traci."
"I..." I didn't have the first clue what to say.
Mikee slid out from under me, dressed quickly, and left.
My own place. That would solve so many of my problems. Nothing fancy. Maybe a studio apartment.
Tami came with me to Traci's concert. We sat up front, away from my parents, and had a chance to talk between performances.
"I need a favor."
"Here? Now? What will people say?"
I grinned and wondered what had happened to the shy girl I'd met almost three years ago.
"I need that too. But I need a different favor more."
Tami started to ask, but the next song started. This was Mr. McCoy's advanced band, and Traci had a solo coming up, so Tami waited.
"What favor?" she asked after we'd given the advanced band and especially Traci a standing ovation for their first song. I still couldn't believe how good Traci had gotten, considering how bad she'd been. I guess that's what practice is all about. I was glad she'd been a part of our play.
"Remember when I asked you to give Traci the talk?"
Tami nodded.
"She needs part two."
"What part two? I told her everything. Unless you mean kinky stuff, and I don't know that much about the kinky stuff."
"It's pretty kinky. I need you to talk to her about Mikee and me."
Tami's eyes almost bugged out as the band started their second number.
After the song, I told Tami about my afternoon.
"Oh, boy!" she said.
"That would be the G-rated response."
"Oh, shit!"
"That would be the PG-response."
"Oh..."
"I know," I interrupted. "I tried to talk to her, but she won't let me."
"What makes you think I can talk to her?"
"I don't think she's upset that she caught me fucking Mikee. I think she thinks I'm betraying you."
"Oh, boy!"
"Yeah."
"What makes you think I can get her to listen if she won't even talk to you?"
"I have a plan."
"What's wrong between you and your sister?" Mom asked as soon as Traci excused herself to get her saxophone.
"It's, uh, private." I said. Tami and I had joined my parents after the concert. When Traci came over, we congratulated her, but she totally ignored me.
"And how long is this private problem going to last?"
"It kinda depends."
"On?"
"I want to drive the rugrat home."
Mom and Dad looked at each other. "I don't see how that's going to help, but okay." I'd been driving since my birthday in February. I'd even driven Traci a lot with either Mom or Dad. She didn't even pretend to cringe anymore.
Now came the hard word.
"Alone." We'd come in two cars, since Dad had gone back to work after shopping and had driven straight here.
"You can't. You don't have a license," Mom said immediately.
"I will in three months."
"You can't," Mom repeated.
"It's important?" Dad asked, speaking for the first time.
"It's important," I confirmed, nodding as solemnly as I could.
"I would like to point out that if you get caught driving before you get your license, they won't let you get it until you're seventeen. Is it that important?"
I nodded again.
Dad looked at me for a minute, then reached in his pocket and handed me his keys.
I looked bug-eyed down at the keys in my hand. I thought I was negotiating for Mom's keys.
"He can't," Mom said again.
"Honey, if Tony drives everybody home, you can take me out for that birthday dinner you've owed me for a month. The kids can order a pizza."
"I..."
"And we have the extra advantage of not being there when the cops bring him home."
"Maybe it'll be that nice Deputy Boyd. He likes Tony. Maybe he won't use the handcuffs," Mom said, agreeing to the inevitable.
"Or his nightstick," Dad added.
I was still staring at Dad's keys.
"You scratch my new baby, and you won't see daylight until Traci can drive," Dad threatened.
I nodded, still looking at his keys. Dad had bought himself a Porsche for his birthday. I never thought he'd let me take it. Actually, I would have preferred Mom's mini-van. I know that sounds un-American. Even un-teenage. But I was a lot more comfortable with an automatic.
"You scratch my old baby," Mom said. "And you'll never see daylight again."
I looked up at them and nodded again.Tami, Traci, and I stood on the steps of the school, watching the parking lot clear out. It was raining lightly, but we were under the overhang.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" Traci asked after a couple of minutes.
"They went out to dinner."
"How are we getting home?"
"I'm driving."
"You can't drive," she said, then added, "by yourself."
"I am. Let's go." There were only a couple of cars left. I figured they belonged to janitors or people who were staying awhile.
Traci looked reluctant.
"Trace, it's either get in the car or walk home in the rain. You know I'm a good driver."
Traci hesitated, then nodded.
We ran to the car. I clicked the button on the keychain when we were halfway there so at least the doors were unlocked. I could have been a gentleman and gotten the car and pulled it around to them on the step, but to be honest, I didn't think of it until we were running through the rain.
Traci and Tami got in the front seat together and pulled the seatbelt around them. I belted in and started the car. I looked at Tami and nodded. Then I looked out the windshield at the rainy parking lot.
My first solo. In a car with too much power, a stick shift, and on rainy roads. Well, if this didn't work, there was always the bus.
Tami and Traci talked intently all the way home. I didn't hear much, just an occasional word. I was concentrating hard on the road. Once, when I stopped at an intersection, I did hear Tami sigh and say, "It's complicated." Then I pulled the car away from the stop sign and couldn't hear again.
At the trailer park, I pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine. I leaned back, still clenching the wheel. Traci undid the seatbelt and got out. Tami sat there, looking out the rainy windshield. After a minute, Tami leaned forward and, one at a time, pried my fingers off the wheel.
"Well?" I asked after the last one.
She smiled. "We'll see. How'd you like driving the Porsche?"
I looked at the steering wheel, expecting to see the impressions of my fingers permanently embedded. "Cool. Maybe in a year or so, I'll try it again."
Chapter 36
"How's it going with Traci?" Tami asked on Monday.
"Better. She's a little cool, but she isn't ignoring me." I got my books for first period and closed my locker.
"What's wrong with Traci?" Robbie asked.
Tami smiled and told her about Traci catching me with Mikee and the talk she'd had with her.
Robbie laughed. "Tony, you're turning the whole county into the twilight zone. I keep expecting Rod Serling to step out of a doorway."
"What'd I do?" I protested.
"You keep getting caught cheating on your girlfriend by everyone but your girlfriend, then you get her to bail you out of trouble."
"It's not cheating when I know about it," Tami said, snaking her arm around me.
"It's still kind of twilight zone."
"No, it's the Trailer Park Zone.
"Uh, hi, Tony."
I looked up. I'd been resting my throat on Tami's shoulder as we waited in line for lunch. We'd been talking, but mostly to hear each other's voices. I was hungry and concentrating on watching the line move slowly. It was mac-and-cheese Tuesday, something the lunch ladies hadn't figured out how to screw up. Yet.
"Hi, Darlene. Just the person I wanted to see." I hadn't really talked to her since the play.
She smiled self-consciously. "You did?"
I grinned. "I have good news and bad news."
"Damn, I hate this game. What's the bad news?"
"Tatiana Reid is pregnant."
Darlene looked confused. Tatiana was a senior, and Darlene probably hadn't even talked to her before. "Uh, what's the good news?"
"Tatiana Reid is pregnant."
"Umm, okay." I loved the look of total confusion on her face.
Tami brought her elbow back into my sternum. "Stop teasing. Tell her."
"Yes ma'am. Tatty's a cheerleader." Darlene nodded, but didn't look any more enlightened. "She's not going to be cheering anymore, I don't know if it's her mom or her doctor or what, but she's off the squad."
Darlene nodded dully.
I grinned. "I talked to Paula. She and the other cheerleaders would like you to try out after school today."
Darlene's face lit up. "You mean it?" I nodded. Darlene surged forward and hugged me. A pretty good trick, since I'd been pressed against Tami's back. Tami had stepped to the side when Darlene grabbed me and was watching us with an amused smile. Darlene noticed and let go of me so fast you'd think I had leprosy.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I..."
Tami stepped forward and hugged the other girl. "It's okay, he's pretty huggable."
I put my arms around both girls and guided them into the space that had opened up in front of us. "How about I buy you two ladies lunch to celebrate."
Tami looked around me at Darlene. "He's also a big spender.""I'm sorry," he apologized to his guests. "Tony is such a self-confident young man for his age. I was enjoying the look on his face. I kind of liked having him off-balance for once."
Memo: Take Mr. Mulino off Christmas card list.
Mr. Mulino looked up at us. "They're the committee from the Prentiss Foundation."
Another silence. The name sounded a little familiar, but...
"The play contest," Robbie blurted out.
Mr. Mulino nodded. "Exactly, they're the judges for the play Saturday night."
That wasn't helping. Our play lost.
Janet Martin looked at us. "Did you two really write a whole musical in a month?"
"Tony and his girlfriend did," Robbie said before I could act modest. "They wrote most of it in a weekend, though we tweaked it a little here and there. I just directed."
"That's amazing," Baxter said.
"They were hoping to see it," Mr. Mulino suggested.
I wondered if one of the parents had videoed it. My mom talked about it but couldn't find the camera.
"We were wondering if you'd consider an encore performance on Sunday," Anolly said.
"We'd lov..."
"That depends," I interrupted Robbie. "This wouldn't take anything away from Leslie's play? She's the school's choice."
From the corner of my eye I saw Robbie ready to object, and I knew she was thinking about those two votes. I gave her my most intimidating look. I don't think she was intimidated, but she kept quiet.
"No, it won't affect Inherit the Wind in any way. We just heard about some students writing a musical in a month, excuse me, a weekend, and Mr. Mulino was telling us how good it turned out. We were, are, curious," Baxter said.
I could see Robbie going into executive mode. "I assume we can get the stage Sunday or Mr. Mulino wouldn't have asked us. I'll have to talk to all the cast members and see if they're available."
"I'll be available," I said. "She'll hurt me if I'm not."
"I can let you know by the end of the day," Robbie finished, ignoring me.
It looked like I was back in show business.
Chapter 37
"Sims!"
Why were people always bellowing at me?
I looked up from tying my shoe. "Yes, Coach?"
"Get over here."
I sighed and stood up. The coach was standing by the locker room door.
"Yes, Coach?"
The coach scowled. "There's a cheerleader outside who wants a word with you. We're not going to have a repeat of the last time, are we?" The coach wasn't speaking in the friendly supportive tone I'd come to know and love.
"I don't think so. She didn't say anything about flunking any classes, did she?"
The coach's look wasn't friendly. "Just a minute with the girl, then collect your pal and get her in here."
I snapped to attention, snapped off a snappy salute, British style, palm outward, then beat a hasty retreat.
"Looking good," I said when I saw Darlene. Darlene smiled and twirled, showing off her cheerleader's outfit, her short skirt flying up to show off her dance pants. "Looking very good."
"You can't imagine how good it feels to wear this."
"I don't know," I said, thinking about last year when I got called out to play varsity. "I think I can."
Darlene hugged me. "I wanted to, I mean, that is, Mom wanted me to invite you to dinner. She says she owes you a dinner."
"That's nice but I don't think it would be a good idea. Mike, your step-dad, and all."
"Mom said, I wasn't to take no for an answer. You don't want to get me in trouble? Tomorrow night? Before the play?"
"Well, I'd hate to disappoint your mom."
"You are so cool," she said, hugging me and planting a kiss on my lips. "Gotta run."
I watched her cute little ass as she ran up the stairs. Damn I liked cheerleaders, I thought as her skirt flipped around. I wondered if I can talk Tami into trying out.
* * *
"You decent?" I called, knocking on the training room door.
"Close enough."
I opened the door. Robbie was just pulling a t-shirt over her head. I had a brief view of her green bra before she pulled the shirt down and flipped her hair out from the back of it.
"A padded bra? Robbie, I'm so disillusioned."
Robbie shot me a dirty look. "You wearing a cup, boy?"
I considered taking the fifth, wondering if she was planning to test it.
"Uh, yeah."
"Like the extra protection down there?"
I nodded.
"Think about it."
I'm slow, but I do catch on, eventually.
Robbie pulled on her shoulder pads. They had more padding in front than mine. Then her jersey. I stepped behind her and pulled her long hair out. She usually tucked it into her jersey when she played, but liked it out until then.
"Did you want something, or did you just come to watch?" she asked, picking up her helmet in one hand.
"Coach sent me to get you. I think he wants to do the pep talk thing."
Robbie reached up and grabbed my chin, then rubbed her thumb over my lips. "Eye-black not enough for you anymore?" she asked, showing me the red smudge on her thumb.
I grinned. "Darlene was thanking me."
Robbie shook her head, then all of a sudden she was pressed up against me, her lips molded to mine and her tongue trying to worm its way into my mouth. I was so surprised that I almost forgot to open my mouth.
"That was... We haven't done that for a long time," I said a minute later.
Robbie smiled. "No, we haven't."
"Uh, what was that for?" I realized the question was looking a gift horse in the mouth, but on the other hand, the Trojans didn't, and look what happened to them.
"Just saying thank you."
"For what?"
"Just being Tony."
* * *
"Congratulations," the coach said when we were all sitting on the benches in the locker room. "There are only sixteen teams playing football this Friday night and you're one of them."
We cheered and stomped our feet.
"If we should lose tonight, we'll still be nine and one, and that's a great season in anybody's book."
"We're not losing!" Larry yelled, and we all yelled too.
"Maybe we will and maybe we won't. This is football. You never know. But the important thing is, this is the best team the school has ever had." More cheering. "Now I don't know if any of you have been reading the papers, but the sports writers seem to think we're nine and oh because we have the easiest schedule in the state. That's why we never ranked higher than sixth.
"The sportswriters who make predictions are almost all picking the Pasco Cougars to be champions this year. The fact that we beat them at Halloween, they're calling a fluke.The coach held up his hands.
"There are a couple of interesting things about tonight's game. The record for returning a kickoff for a touchdown in the state tournament is sixty-nine yards. At least it was until tonight."
I slapped Robbie on the back, and felt several hands slap my hand.
"The record for most touchdown receptions in the state tournament is two. At least it was until tonight." I felt dozens of hands slapping my back. I would have stood and taken my bow, but I was enjoying holding Robbie.
"And the tournament record for biggest margin is forty-two back in 1995, and ladies and gentlemen, we tied that one tonight."
Jimmy Prescott cleared his throat loudly when the cheering stopped. "For the record, when Curtiss beat Kamiakin by forty-two points, their score was forty-nine to seven. We didn't let Redmond get on the board.
In the background, I heard Mike saying something about setting a few records if he'd played the second half. I wondered if we could trade him to Pasco. I'd settle for two cheerleaders and a mascot to be named later.
Chapter 38
"I've come to a conclusion," I announced.
"A conclusion, that's almost like a thought," Robbie pointed out.
"And he had a plan. Don't forget that," Tami added.
"A plan and a conclusion, all in the same week. We are so lucky to have him," Robbie said.
I looked out the big picture window in my living room at the big wet snowflakes coming down and wondered if it wouldn't be warmer outside.
"There are girls who appreciate me."
"Name one," Robbie challenged.
I thought of Allie, Darlene, Mikee and Kelly, but decided to pout instead of answering.
"Ah, you hurt his feelings," Tami cooed.
"No, I didn't. He just thinks if he pouts long enough, I'll kiss him and make him feel better."
"It does seem to cheer him up," Tami agreed. Tami got off my lap and went over to Robbie on the sofa, whispering in her ear.
Robbie got up, and they both walked back to me, each sitting on one of my legs. Robbie leaned close. "If you smile, you can feel my butt."
I put my hand on her butt and grinned.
Then I put my other hand on Tami's butt and grinned even bigger.
"And just think," Robbie said, laying her head on my shoulder. "We get to hang out together all day." Tami copied her on the other side.
"Well, 'till five anyway," I said, giving both butts a squeeze.
"Why five?" Robbie asked, lifting her head. "The play's not until seven-thirty."
"He's dumping us for Darlene at five."
"Darlene?"
"Darlene's mother invited me for dinner," I explained.
Robbie laid her head back down. "Two of us aren't enough for you anymore?"
I decided that silence was the best answer to that question.
Besides, I had no clue where this was going. Were Robbie and I us again? Or was she just kidding around? Should I keep my hand on her butt, or check out how much her breasts had grown? Life was so much easier when girls still had cooties. Maybe I should...
"I see what you mean about complicated."
Traci was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, eating a banana.
Maybe I could send her out to wash Dad's car. I'd let her come back before frostbite set in.
"Trace, Mom and Dad won't be back for a couple of hours. Why don't you see what Ann's up to."
"You know, most big brothers pay big bucks to get rid of their little sisters when they have a girl over. You have two."
My sister, the hustler.
Then she grinned. "Have fun." She got her coat off the coat rack and left.
"You heard the girl," I said when the door closed. "We're supposed to have fun."
"And just what did you have in mind?" Robbie asked suspiciously.
"I don't know. Three is such a hard number. Too many for chess, not enough for poker."
"Subtle, isn't he," Robbie said.
"Not really, but he's cute when he's horny."
I couldn't believe Tami said that.
"He's even cute when he's not," Robbie added.
"When was that?"
The girls laughed and I wondered if I should be insulted or flattered. Maybe both.
"Didn't you come to a conclusion a while ago? What was it?" Tami asked.
"I forgot. That was a long time ago."
"It was five minutes," Robbie pointed out.
"Five minutes is a long time when all your blood is in the other head." Tami laid her hand on the bulge in my jeans and squeezed.
"Oh, God!"
"Do you two want to be alone?" Robbie asked.
"Not right now," Tami said, squeezing again. "How about you two?"
Robbie looked obviously down at the hand massaging my crotch. "Not now. Maybe later."
"Would you two like to be alone?" I said, getting into the spirit of things.
"Okay," Tami said, taking her hand off my crotch and offering it to Robbie. Robbie grinned and took it. The girls got up and walked off toward my bedroom.
"What just happened?" I asked the empty room.
* * *
"Let's go for a walk," Tami said, when the girls came back half-an-hour later.
Both girls smiled at me, but I refused to ask what they'd been doing. I knew they'd just been talking. They wouldn't do any more than that. They just stayed back in my room to bug me.
Of course, Robbie did have her sometimes thing with Ashley, but Tami would never...
Of course Tami had played around with Mikee and me that one time, but she'd never...
They just talked. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
"You do realize there's a blizzard outside?"
Okay, blizzard might be an over-statement. But it was snowing. The wind was blowing. And it was darn cold out there.
"Wimp," Robbie accused.
"That's okay. We'll go together," Tami said, taking Robbie's hand again.
"I'll get my coat."
* * *
It actually wasn't that bad. All bundled up, I was warm and the fresh air tasted good. "So what was this conclusion you came to back before I ravaged your girlfriend?" Robbie asked.
She was kidding. I know she was kidding.
"I decided that the reason trouble seems to find me so easily is I get too involved in other people's lives. From now on, I'm going to concentrate on me and Tami and my family." I wondered if I should include Robbie in that too.
"I'll take that bet," Robbie said.
"What bet?"
"I'll take twenty of Robbie's action," Tami said.
"I just meant... aw, skip it."
A guy tries to improve his life and what does he get?
* * *
"Tony, I'm so glad you came," Darlene's mom said as she hugged me. Since the resemblance between Darlene and her mom was obvious, I didn't mind.
"Yeah, glad to have you," Mike's dad said from the sofa without getting up. Or taking his eyes off Sports Center.
Darlene gave me a quick tour of the house, even Mike's room since the door was open. I was glad to see he was a bigger slob than me.
I also got to meet her eight-year-old sister, Teresa, and her new nine-year-old step-sister, Dana.
Before dinner, we all sat around in the living. Small talk was not a success. Darlene talked to me, Mike talked to his dad, and Darlene's mom tried to bridge the gaps. The little girls were smart. They disappeared to their room.
Most of the dinner conversation centered on Mike.
"Did you see that pass Mike threw at the end of the second quarter? Forty-three yards and right into the receiver's arms. No wonder all the scouts are checking him out," his dad said around a mouthful of potatoes.
I considered pointing out that I was the receiver and had something to do with it, but just nodded instead. Nothing wrong with being proud of your son.
"Honey, Tony's the one who got Darlene on the cheerleading squad," her mom said.
"I didn't get her on the squad. I just told Paula about her. Darlene's the one who tried out and made it."
"That's nice," Mike's Dad said. "And that forty-seven yard run in the first quarter, nobody could touch Mike."
I remember that one. The rest of us just stood around and watched in awe. It's not like any of us blocked or anything.
I looked down at my ribs. I'd been looking forward to them. Darlene had told how good her mom's ribs were, and ribs were one of my all-time favorites.
"Darlene is so looking forward to basketball season. She'll only get to do a couple of games for football, but she'll have the entire basketball season."
Mike's dad speared a glazed carrot and popped it in his mouth. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
"Why?" Darlene and her mom asked at the same time, though in very different tones.
"Because young lady, you have responsibilities. Who would watch the girls after school?"
"What about Mike!"
"Don't you use that tone on me!"
"Sorry, what about Mike?" she asked softer.
"I have things to do," Mike protested.
"But..."
"We'll discuss it later."
I could see that Darlene was about ready to explode, but I don't get involved in other people's problems.
I looked down at my plate. The ribs looked delicious.
I set my fork down, wiped my lips with my napkin and stood up. "I'm afraid I can't stay," I announced.
Mr. Reed looked at my untouched ribs and barely touched potatoes. "What? My wife's cooking isn't good enough for you?"
"Mrs. Carter, everything was wonderful," I said, looking at Darlene's embarrassed mother. "I just need to leave now." It occurred to me that it was cold and snowing outside and these people were my ride to the school.
"You're going to just get up and leave?" Mr. Reed barked.
"Both my grandmas tried to beat into me, 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.' My dad, knowing me, added, 'If you can't say nothing at all, leave.'"
"You had something you wanted to say?"
"You don't want to know."
"But I do. I'm sure we all do."
I took a breath, and considered my grandma's advice. And my dad's. But decided that sometimes it didn't apply."You don't have a stepdaughter, you have a built-in babysitter. You crow constantly about Mike's accomplishments. What about Darlene's?"
"Is that all?" he asked sarcastically.
"No, now that you ask. You talk a lot about Darlene's responsibilities. Does Mike help out? Does he do anything?"
"He's older. He has things to do."
"I've seen the kids' rooms. Mike's is twice the size of Darlene's. Or the little girls'."
"You can't expect Mike to give up his room. He's had it all his life."
"Darlene, how long did you have your room in your old house?"
"All my life."
"That's different," Mike and his dad said together.
"I'm sure it is. Dana's had her room all her life too, but now she has to share it with Teresa, so she has half the space. But I'm sure that's different too."
"Tony..." Darlene's mom said, almost pleadingly, but I was on a roll.
"Darlene said you made a big deal out of Mike getting an A on his report card. Even gave him twenty bucks. How much did you give Darlene? She got three A's. How about the girls?"
"That's enough!" Reed said threateningly.
"Mike walks in the living room and changes the TV to whatever he wants, and it doesn't matter if someone else was there first. You got Mike a car when he got his license. Darlene turns sixteen next week. Is she getting one too?"
"Get out of my house. Don't bother coming back."
"Trust me, I don't want to. I was getting an ulcer watching how you run a family." I walked towards the front door.
"You have a bad attitude," he told my retreating back.
Halfway across the living room, I stopped and turned. "A lot of people agree with you. Mrs. Carter, I apologize for ruining your dinner."
"It's Mrs. Reed," her husband growled.
"Not if she's smart."
For a second, I thought I'd gone too far. Reed looked like he was ready to pound me into hamburger. The good news is, then I could call Deputy Boyd and have him put away. The bad news is, pain hurts.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Darlene, when you get tired of the way you're treated, my mom always takes in strays."
I left.
Chapter 39
"Thanks for the ride."
I got out of the backseat of the car. "You were a real lifesaver."
Mrs. Stiller got out of the driver's seat. "I still don't understand why you were walking down the highway in a storm." Kevin got out the other side.
"It wasn't that bad. I would have made it. Of course I would have been just in time for the curtain call. But I would have made it. Thanks again," I said with a wave. "Bye, Kevin."
I walked quickly to the front doors of the school. I was still a little cold from my fifteen-minute walk before Kevin and his mom spotted me. Inside, I paid my last five dollars for admission and a program. You'd think a fellow thespian would get in free, but I guess that's the business part of show business.
In the auditorium, almost everybody was standing around. Only a few people were in their seats. I saw Robbie and Tami talking with Mike Rose over on one side. Mom, Dad, and Traci were standing with some other adults near the back wall. I went over.
"Hi, runt. How you doing?" I said, coming up behind her and putting my hands on her shoulders.
"Okay, I guess," she said without enthusiasm.
"What's wrong?"
"I wanted to spend the night at Lizzie's house, but Mom said no."
"That's too bad. Why?" Mom gave me a warning look. I winked.
"She just said because."
I leaned down. "Sometimes moms just get cranky," I whispered.
"You got that right," she said and wandered off to find one of her friends.
"What was that all about," Mom asked.
"Traci's a little annoyed because you're getting all dictatorial and won't let her go to Lizzie's. Poor girl."
"Poor girl? You're the one who asked me not to let her sleep out."
"You didn't have to be so mean about it," I said with a grin.
I don't think my mom ever came closer to hitting me than that moment.
"Dad, I need a favor."
"I'm not sure doing you a favor right now would be beneficial to my marriage." Dad glanced at Mom who was glaring at me.
Then Mom smiled. "Oh, find out what he wants. You know he'll get it eventually."
Dad sighed. "What?"
"I was wondering if you had two twenties I could borrow until I get home?"
"Forty dollars? What do you need forty dollars for? Here?"
I shrugged. Dad and Mom exchanged looks, then Dad reached for his wallet.
It might be my imagination, but there seemed to be a lot more of those looks since we moved from California.
* * *
"Ladies," I said as I walked up to Robbie and Tami. Mike Rose was just leaving to join his parents, and we nodded to each other.
"Here," I said, handing each of them a twenty.
"What's this for?" Tami asked, looking down at the bill in her hand.
"You won. I lost." I told them about my dinner.
Tami smiled. "You did what you had to. I can't take your money," she said, handing back the bill.
"I would have done the same thing," Robbie agreed. "But I'm keeping the money." She tucked the twenty into the front pocket of her jeans.
"I vote Robbie buys the snacks at intermission," I suggested.
"I second that motion," Tami agreed.
"That's okay," Robbie said with a smile. "I'll still make a profit on the deal."
There are times when I don't like Monster Girl very much.
* * *
The play was awesome. Even better than the first time.
Last year I'd watched the Tony awards on TV. Not by choice. It was an assignment for English class. But during the show, they showed clips of the nominated plays and actors. Leslie had them all beat.
The scenes between Leslie as Clarice Darrow and Louis Frey as William Jennings Bryan were riveting.
For added drama, there was one more scene after the curtain fell.
"You have raised an extremely rude, disrespectful brat," Mr. Reed yelled.
Mom's eyes bugged a little as Mr. Reed charged at her after the play.
"Excuse me?"
"You haven't bothered to teach him any manners. Or respect for his betters," Reed said, wagging his finger in Mom's face. Mom hates that.
"He's right, you know," I said, walking up with Tami. "No respect at all."
Reed glared at me. Mom looked confused, while Dad looked amused. I noticed Mrs. Carter standing back, looking embarrassed. I didn't see Darlene.
"What'd he do?" Mom asked. She knew I had dinner out tonight, but I don't think she'd ever met the Reeds.
"He sat at my table and tried to tell me how to raise my family."
"He's almost right, but I was standing when I told what he was doing wrong. Mom, this is Mr. Reed, Darlene's stepdad."
"You see!" Mr. Reed was wagging his finger again. "He's not even sorry. He's not even apologizing."
"Blame him," I said, pointing at my dad. "He said you never have to apologize for the truth."
Reed glared at me, then Dad, who was watching silently, then Mom, then back at me.
"What are you going to do about him?" Reed demanded.
"I'm not even sure what he did," Mom said with a shrug.
"I might have known. At least we can see where he gets it. I demand..." his finger was practically in my Mom's nose.
I knocked his arm away and stepped between them. "Feel free to say anything you want about me. But get in my mom's face again, and we'll find out if a tenth-grade football player can knock the shit out of a big asshole like you."
He had a few pounds on me, but it was flab, not muscle. I was pretty sure I could beat the hell out of him if I tried.
"TONY! I won't stand for that kind of language. Apologize!"
"I can't. Not this time."
"You see what he's like. And what about his threat?"
"I'll take..." Mom started.
"We won't punish a boy for defending his mother," Dad said firmly.
"He..."
Dad stepped up, pushing me out of the way and standing between Reed and Mom. "And yell at my wife again, and Tony's not the only one who'll be taking you down."
Reed's finger came up, and his mouth opened, but he changed his mind, turned, and stomped off.
Dad looked at me. "The language was unnecessary. Tomorrow, you will clean the house, top to bottom, then again Wednesday. Understood?"
I nodded.
"Anything else?" Dad asked Mom.
She looked at me. "Tomorrow afternoon, I would like a complete, and hopefully objective report about what just happened, but I have no intention of letting this ruin my night."
I nodded again.
I decided that I needed to put some real thought into Christmas this year.
* * *
"What did your mom mean?" Tami asked after Traci had stomped off toward her bedroom.
"Traci doesn't know about tonight," I whispered.
"I don't get it," Robbie said.
"Well, she's feeling a little picked on. First, Mom wouldn't let her spend the night at Lizzie's, then you heard her on the way home. She told Trace that she and Dad were spending the night out, and that since I was having friends over, she should stay out of the way in her room."
"You're mean."
I picked up Robbie's hand, bowed, and kissed it. "I learned from the best."
Robbie grinned. "You say the sweetest things."
I was wondering if I should try kissing my way up Robbie's arm, a la Gomez Addams, when there was a knock.
Tami opened the door. Mikee was there with Zoe, Kelly standing in the background.
Mikee looked in the door. I was still bent over Robbie's hand. "Are we interrupting something?" she asked.
"I can only hope," I said before Robbie pulled her hand back.
The girls came in and shucked coats.
Tami and I went to the kitchen. I started opening cans of pop while Tami poured Doritos into a bowl. Cokes for Tami, Mikee, Robbie and me, root beer for Kelly, and Sprite for Traci who was trying to decaffeinate for some reason. Dr.Pepper for Zoe, but she was from New York and probably didn't know any better.
I put all the drinks on a tray, and we went back to the living room.
The phone rang when we were halfway there.
"Robbie, would you get that?"
She did as I set the tray on the coffee table and started handing out cans.
"Tami, it's your mom."
Tami set down her bowl and took the phone.
She gave me a funny look as she talked, Robbie looked at me questioningly, and I shrugged.
"Darlene's at my house," Tami announced when she hung up.
"What's she doing there?" Robbie asked.
Tami shrugged.
"I invited her to the monopoly-a-thon when I was at her house, but I figured that was a no-go," I said.
"She probably figured asking to spend the night with Tami was safer than using your name," Robbie theorized. Tami and I nodded.
"I'll go get her," Tami said.
"I'll go with you," Robbie volunteered.
I sat down in Dad's chair.
"Alone at last," Mikee announced, plopped in my lap, and kissed me.
"What about us?" Zoe asked, her eyes getting big.
Mikee broke her lips from mine. "If you want a turn, you'll have to get in line." Zoe's eyes got bigger.
"Where's Traci?" Kelly asked.
I darted my tongue into Mikee's mouth and teased the roof of her mouth. She started giggling and pulled away.
"She doesn't know she's invited yet."
Zoe was still staring, so I decided to feel up Mikee and kiss her again. I reached up and squeezed her breast, my thumb easily finding her nipple since the darling wasn't wearing a bra. I heard the door open while our tongues wrestled in her mouth.
"Leave you alone for three minutes and there's another girl in your lap," Tami said as she took off her coat. I could see Darlene's eyes were as big as Zoe's.
I grinned but didn't break my kiss with Mikee. My left hand eased down her butt and started caressing her through her jeans.
"Aren't you going out with Brian Thomas?" Darlene asked.
Mikee pulled away from me. "Sure. Brian's a great guy, but Tony kisses better," she said with a big smile.
"Kissing isn't all he's doing," Zoe said.
Mikee looked down at her tits. "Tony, you're not supposed to touch me there," she said as if surprised.
"You want me to stop?" I asked as I moved my thumb in a circle around her stiff nipple.
"You probably should."
"When?"
"Sometime tonight."
I was afraid that Darlene and Zoe were going to throw their necks out as their heads ping-ponged back and forth between watching me and Mikee and looking at Tami.
Kelly giggled.
Tami sighed.
"Mikee get off Tami's boyfriend," Robbie ordered.
"Awww," but she did. Robbie came over and plopped down.
Tami shook her head. "What about Traci?" she asked.
"Are you a good actress?" I asked, then blew lightly into Robbie's ear. I still wasn't sure where we were.
"I was in your play," Tami pointed out.
"We lost."
"You were the one who was on stage the most."
"That's why we came close."
Tami stuck her tongue out at me. The Robbie stuck her tongue out too. I kissed it.
"Did you have a point?" Tami asked.
"After the phone rings, go back and get Traci. Try to make her think I'm really mad."
"You ARE mean," Robbie said. I nibbled her earlobe.
I looked over at Kelly, pointed at Dad's cell phone sitting on the coffee table, and pantomimed dialing a phone. She nodded, picked up the cell, and dialed. A second later the phone rang. I let it ring twice, then signaled to Zoe to answer it, since she was the closest. She did, then tossed the handset to me.
Tami stood by the front of the hallway and held out one finger. Then two. Then three. Then four. Then her hand out with her thumb extended. She grinned, turned, and went down the hall.
We heard her knock.
"What?"
"Tony wants you."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but he seems mad."
We could hear her door open. I nodded for Robbie to get off my lap, then held the handset to my ear. Kelly held the cell down by her leg.
The two girls walked into the living room.
"Just a minute," I said into the phone and held my hand over the mouthpiece. "Mrs. Gordon is on the phone. She's been talking to David. Is it true?" David Gordon was Traci's current boyfriend. She actually thought going to a dance with him was more important than going to my game last week.
"What'd she say?"
"Just a minute," I said and put the phone back to my ear. "Could you tell me that again. Unh huh. Unh huh. She didn't?" Traci was getting very red and I wondered just how far she and David had gone. Maybe I should get Tami to have The Talk, part three, with her.
I lowered the phone, my hand on the mouthpiece again. "She says you're the reigning queen of Monopoly."
"What!"
"Ask her yourself." I tossed her the phone and she brought it up to her ear.
"Hi, Traci," Kelly said into the cell.
Traci glared at me and I wondered for a second if I'd gone too far. I slid off the chair and onto my knees. "Traci, my beautiful, intelligent, and forgiving sister. We're going to have a Monopoly marathon and need you to join us. I asked Mom to do everything she did as a joke, because I know your incredible sense of humor."
Traci glared.
"Did I mention your forgiving nature?"
"I don't know if I want to play with you."
"Did I mention that Zoe's pretty good and wants to be queen?" Traci switched her glare from me to Zoe for a few seconds, then grinned. "Bring it on," she told the other girl.
* * *
Traci and the others started clearing the dining room table and setting up the game, but Darlene signaled that she wanted to talk to me alone. We went to my room.
"I'm a little mad at you," she said as I closed the door.
I turned and faced her. "I don't blame you."
"You don't?"
"I shouldn't have blown up at dinner."
"No, you shouldn't," she said forcefully.
"If it means anything, I wasn't trying to interfere. I didn't even do it for you. Not really."
"You didn't?"
"I just... I got so mad listening to him talk. Knowing that he didn't have a clue how he was treating everyone. He doesn't even realize that everyone in the house is like a peasant and Mike is royalty. All hail Prince Mike the Magnificent."
Darlene smiled and sat down on the bed. "You said everything I've wanted to say since Mom got married. Almost everything."
"What'd I miss?" I asked, surprised. I thought I threw a pretty complete tantrum.
Darlene grinned.
"It won't help," I told her, sitting down next to her. "He didn't even hear what I said."
"No, but maybe Mom did. I haven't said anything because I didn't want to ruin anything for her."
"You know, it's not fair to her if you don't let her know every now and then what you're feeling."
"How'd you get so wise?"
I grinned. "I get asked that a lot." That, or why did I have such a bad attitude. Maybe the two go together. "You should talk to her."
"I will," Darlene promised. "Maybe things will get better. When I said I wanted to spend the night at Tami's, Steve said no, but Mom over-ruled him. I don't think he realized that you lived so close, but I know Mom did."
"I'll cross my fingers for you. And I meant what I said, if things get too bad, Mom lets me bring home strays."
"So I'm a stray?"
"An awfully cute one."
Darlene smiled and hugged me. Then she seemed to realize that she was sitting on my bed, hugging me, with the door closed and Tami outside.
She jerked away, blushing furiously. "I didn't mean... I mean... Tami..."
I smiled, reassuringly. "Darlene, If you ripped off your clothes and we had wild passionate sex right now, Tami wouldn't mind."
"She wouldn't?"
"She might be annoyed that we held up the game, but she wouldn't be mad."
I could tell the exact second that Darlene imagined the two of us naked on the bed.
* * *
The game was all set up when we came back, eight chairs around the table. I could see the questions on everyone's face. Everyone except Tami and Robbie, since they knew about the dinner scene.
I sat down between Tami and Kelly. Darlene took the other open chair between Tami and Robbie. As I sat, I reached down and squeezed Kelly and Tami's knees. Kelly jerked hers away. I was surprised.
"If you can't beat a ten, Traci and Zoe need to have a roll off," Mikee told me as she handed me the dice. I took them and rolled a two. Mikee rolled her eyes.
I passed the dice to Darlene.
She rolled an eleven.
Some guys might think that a fifteen-year-old, almost sixteen, playing Monopoly on a Saturday night is pretty pathetic. But I was the only guy with seven of the hottest babes in the county, only one of them a relative. I sure didn't feel pathetic. And as the ranking family member, I could always send Traci to bed.
* * *
Eight-sided Monopoly can be a long process unless somebody gets lucky early. I thought when Traci rolled a five and bought the Reading Railroad on her first turn that the game might be a short one. When Zoe landed on Chance and went straight to Boardwalk on her first outing, I was sure of it. But two hours later, as the clock ticked past midnight, everyone was still in the game, and the property was so spread out that nobody had a complete set or any real advantage.
Deals were offered, but nobody took one, things were just too even, and nobody wanted to give any other player an advantage.
About one o'clock Tami sighed and stood up. I wondered if she was going to throw in the towel, but she leaned over the board and surveyed the situation. I knew what she wanted, North Carolina to give her the greens, and Robbie had it.
She leaned toward Robbie. "Time to deal. Kentucky for North Carolina."
She'd offered the deal before. She and Robbie were the closest to a deal.Kentucky would give Robbie the reds, and North Carolina would finish the green set for Tami.
Robbie considered. "No deal," she said again.
"I'll throw in Baltic." Zoe had Mediterranean.
"Nope."
"And a thousand cash."
"Not happening."
"And five minutes alone in the bedroom with Tony."
"What?" several voices exploded. Including mine.
Robbie grinned. "Ten."
Tami grinned back. "Seven."
"You can't do that," Traci protested.
"Quiet. We're wheeling and dealing here."
"Wait!" Mikee said urgently. "I'll trade you twenty minutes with Brian for Ventnor." She had the other two yellows.
"I don't even know Brian," Robbie protested.
"He's a great kisser."
"You already said Tony was better." She reached her hand to Tami. "Done."
Tami shook it and handed over her two properties and two five-hundred-dollar bills. Robbie passed back the green card and stood up. "C'mon, big boy."
"Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.
"No!" The two girls said together.
Robbie took two steps toward the back of the house while everybody but Tami watched. She snapped her fingers, "Heel!"
I considered saying 'Woof!' but stood and followed her to my room.
I wasn't thrilled about having been sold, but my big problem was, I didn't know how far this was going to go.
I sure didn't mind being alone with Robbie in my room, for seven minutes or seven hours, but I didn't want to go too far and hurt our friendship if she was just joking around. I felt like I was on that funny floor in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Some steps were safe, but with some steps, it was a long way down.
I walked in first. Robbie followed and closed the door. I turned and was going to say 'Now what?' but Robbie was skinning down her jeans and panties.
She pointed to her pussy, "Go to it, slick, and you better be worth it."
"Robbie, I..." I still felt like I was walking on quicksand.
"What's the matter? Forgotten how?" she asked challengingly.
If there's one thing I can't resist it's a challenge. If there's another thing I can't resist it's a red-haired pussy. If there's one other thing I can't resist it's Robbie. Well, you get the idea.
I dropped to my knees, and walked forward until I could press my face in her crotch. Strangely, the first thing I noticed was that she'd changed soaps. Now she smelled kind of piney, but I remembered her more citrus.
I plunged my tongue into her gash and wiggled it around. Then I pulled it out and looked up at her. "Not getting enough from Mike?" I kidded.
Robbie put her hand on the back of my head. "Mike's a pretty good fuck, but he doesn't eat pussy," she said before pulling me back to the target. 'More information that I needed to know,' I thought as my tongue re-explored familiar territory.
Her clitoris slightly protruded her outer lips. I didn't remember it doing that. I wondered if clits grew. Cocks did. Maybe clits did too. I teased it with my tongue, thinking about Ashley's tongue doing the same thing. My cock, which had gotten hard when Tami first offered my services, jerked and sprayed semen all over my underwear.
Robbie bucked and tried to pull my head even closer. I wrapped my lips around her clit and tried to suck it into my mouth. "Oh, fuck!" She spasmed again. I released her clit and plunged my tongue as deep as I could. "Of fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" she moaned as her body spasmed again.
I leaned back on my heels and looked up.
"I've missed that," Robbie said when she got her breath back.
"So have I," I admitted.
There was a long silence. What do you say in a situation like this? How the hell did I get in a situation like this?
"We'd better get back," Robbie said pulling up her panties, then her jeans. "My seven minutes will be up." She opened the door and left.
I watched her go, then got off my knees. I wiped my face on a t-shirt that was lying on my bed, then followed.
Everyone but Tami and Robbie stared as I came back. Robbie seemed to be trying to memorize the board, and Tami was busy straightening the three new hotels she'd erected on the greens.
I stepped behind her, tilted her head, leaned down, and kissed her. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and wondered if she could taste Robbie. If she could, it didn't bother her as she sucked greedily on my tongue.
"Some of us are trying to play a game here," Traci complained.
I broke away and sat down, my hand settling on Kelly's thigh as I did. She picked it up and dropped it between us. I looked over at her, and she quickly looked away.
Robbie took a five-hundred-dollar bill from her pile and handed it to Tami.
"What's this?" my sweetheart asked.
"Rebate."
I don't know how Darlene and Zoe's eyes stayed in their heads.
When it was Zoe's turn, she looked straight at Mikee. "What's it going to take to get Park Place?"
Mikee giggled. "Seven minutes in heaven."
Darlene almost choked.
Zoe looked at me. "I'll give you New York to spend seven minutes with Mikee." New York would complete my oranges.
I tried to look thoughtful. "Stand up," I told my favorite freshman. Mikee stood and posed. I looked back at Zoe. "Throw in five hundred dollars."
Zoe looked startled but handed over the orange card and money.
I stood and held out my hand to Mikee, and we walked back to my room. I knew Zoe and Darlene's eyes were glued to our backs.
In my room, I peeled off my jeans and soggy underwear. I threw the jeans on my bed and tossed the underwear in a hamper in my closet. If Mikee noticed the condition of the underwear, she didn't say anything. I got fresh underwear out of my bureau and tossed them on top of my jeans.
I turned back to Mikee. "You're wearing too many clothes for someone on the clock."
Mikee grinned and started to pull her t-shirt over her head. I went for the good stuff. I tried to push her jeans down, but they were too tight, so I had to unfasten them first.
Big Tony had come back harder than ever. I was turned on by having five hot babes in the other room, all wondering what was happening in here. I was even a little turned on about Traci wondering too.
I'd finally had my first three-way. Maybe tonight could be my first orgy. I wondered if it was too late to send Traci to Lizzie's. Or even Ann's.
I stepped forward, Big Tony pointing the way. I pushed Mikee against the door and let Big Tony's head rub against her lips. She reached down, grabbed me at the base, and pulled me forward.
I pushed forward, filling her cunt. The door rattled. I drove forward again. The door rattled. I wondered if they could hear it in the living room. I decided to give them a good show if they could.
I reached down and grabbed the backs of Mikee's legs, lifting her off the floor as I built up a nice rhythm. Mikee moaned, and I felt her fingernails dig into my back as I licked her nose.
"Oh, yes, fill me up."
I grinned, thinking about poor Brian who wasn't getting any of this because of his big mouth. 'There are better uses for mouths,' I thought, thinking of Robbie's tasty little pussy.
"I'm gonna cum," she groaned.
"That's good, 'cause I'm almost there."
I slowed my pace, drawing each stroke out as long as I could. I felt that familiar tightening in my balls, and then my love juice gushed out as I drove home one last time. Mikee pulled me close and hugged me, the walls of her vagina milking out every drop.
Which is when I thought about my box of condoms in the closet.
I could have panicked, but I figured what was done was done. I pulled the formerly 'Big' Tony out of her and used the t-shirt from my bed to wipe it off. Then I wiped off her pussy.
While I wiped, I looked her in the eye, then kissed her. "I thought you promised me you wouldn't let any guy put his cock in there without a sheath."
Mikee blushed. "I..."
I kissed her again. "That's okay. I forgot too."
I decided to research male contraception on the internet, 'cause frankly, waiting the ten seconds it would have taken to get a rubber and put it on was not an option.
Back at the game, it was Kelly's turn. I looked around the board as I sat down. "What? No hotels?" I asked Zoe, looking at her naked properties.
"She forgot," Traci told me. "She was too busy listening to the sounds coming from the back of the house.
"I'll trade you my utilities and one railroad for seven minutes," Kelly said suddenly, which made not only Zoe and Darlene's eyes bug, but Traci's too."
"Anytime."
"Hey!" Mikee protested. "You made Zoe pay an extra five hundred dollars."
I grinned. "Kelly's cuter."
I stood and offered my hand to Kelly. She took it, stood, and we skipped out of the room.
In my room, I pulled Kelly to me, one hand on her ass and the other going to her tit, and kissed her. Kelly seemed to melt against me. Big Tony hadn't stirred, but I figured after Mikee he needed his rest. Then she stiffened and pulled away.
"I... This was a mistake." She looked at me, then fled down the hall to the bathroom.
I took a couple steps backward and plopped on the bed.
I leaned back on my hands, my face to the ceiling. What the hell was going on?
My right hand landed right in the middle of my cum-cleaning t-shirt.
I jumped up, then wadded the t-shirt in a ball and threw it at the hamper. It landed half-in, half-out, and lay on the edge.
I waited in the hall for Kelly. After several minutes, the door opened and she stepped out, blushing when she saw me.
"Are you... is everything okay?"
"I'm fine. I just didn't want to." She pushed past me and went back out to the living room. Her face had been red, even before she blushed, but I didn't think she'd been crying. I walked back to the game.
Darlene was rolling the dice."I rolled for you," Tami said as I sat down. "You landed on Pennsylvania, so I paid me the fourteen hundred out of your cash."
"Hey! I was going to take that out in trade."
Tami laughed. "You didn't have that much trade, even before Robbie, Mikee and Kelly."
The game went on.
Everybody seemed to gravitate toward the row of green properties. Darlene managed to spend a few turns in jail, but then landed square on Pacific.
Zoe was the first one gone. She mumbled something about unfair advantages as she handed over the last of her cash and property. Tami built two hotels each on Boardwalk and Park Place and added second hotels to all the greens. We had a house rule that if you controlled all the colored properties on a side of the board, you could build a second hotel.
Around and around we went. Kelly and Darlene were gone, but Traci managed to trade for the Connecticut and complete the light blues. Mikee landed on the double-hoteled Boardwalk and threw in the towel. Then I landed on Park Place and had to sell off all my hotels, my utilities and one railroad. All I had left was my reds. My naked reds.
Robbie rolled doubles and landed on Illinois. I collected my forty dollars, then she rolled again. Double fives. Pennsylvania Avenue. With two hotels, twenty-eight hundred. Robbie, stood, bowed to Tami and handed over everything.
I picked up the dice. A three would land me on Go. I could collect four hundred and add a couple houses. A five and a four. Nine. I counted it out. That put me right on one of Traci's blues. With a big red hotel in the middle of it. Five hundred and fifty bucks.
I had five dollars. Plus two hundred for passing go. If I mortgaged all three red, I'd get three forty. I'd still be five dollars short. I reached out to tip my top hat piece and knowledge defeat.
"He could give you seven minutes," Mikee suggested.
The look on Traci's face was... interesting. I think she actually considered it.
"Nah, he's my brother," she said and held out her hand. I passed her my cash and property.
The game lasted another ten minutes. Robbie went first, then Traci, but Tami was the winner.
"I'm still queen," Traci announced. "Doesn't count when you put my brother out for stud."
It was after two. I moved the chairs, sofa, and coffee table out of the way and started spreading out sleeping bags. Mikee, Kelly, Robbie, Tami, and Zoe had brought theirs by this afternoon, and I'd gotten mine and Traci's out of the hall closet. That left us one shy.
"Use this one," I suggested to Darlene. "She won't need it."
"Why?" Tami asked. "Am I doubling with Robbie?"
"Maybe later." I pulled her down onto my sleeping bag.
"She can share with me," Mikee offered, then giggled, joking. But I remembered a hot scene with both of them on the bed, and Big Tony announced he'd be coming back soon.
Traci turned off the light and everybody started to settle.
I wiggled out of my jeans, then stripped Tami of hers.
Robbie stood up. "I'm getting comfortable." In the light from the window I watched as she pushed her jeans down and stepped out of them.
"Me, too," Mikee said and duplicated her act.
Kelly followed suit without an announcement.
Then Traci, Darlene, and Zoe. If Darlene and Zoe were embarrassed, they probably figured that in the dark the most I could see was their silhouette. But I remembered something they'd probably forgotten. Dawn was in about five hours.
I pictured getting them all up about eight. Seven beautiful girls all standing around in the panties and t-shirts. Then I thought about running them through some calisthenics. Jumping jacks, push-ups, dog-leg extensions.
"You're thinking evil thoughts," Tami whispered.
Damn mind reading. Then I realized it wasn't mind reading. Big Tony was pressing into her thigh. It was the dog-leg extensions that did it. The thought of all seven girls in a line on their hands and knees, thrusting a leg backward and up, was too much for it.
"You're thinking evil thoughts about our friends," she accused. So it was mind reading.
"I..."
"One at a time, or all at once?" she asked in a whisper.
"Can I take the fifth?" I whispered back.
"Only if you want to get out of this sleeping bag and go lie on the sofa."
So I told her about the picture in my head. And as I told her, I eased her panties and my underwear down our legs.
When I told of my vision of seven cute butts as their legs drove back and up, she said, "You're wicked."
"Yes, I am," I agreed as I worked my sword between her lips and into it's favorite scabbard.
"Tony!" she protested, still whispering. "Everyone's in the room. Darlene and Mikee are right beside us."
"Darling, the only thing that will surprise anyone in this room is that we didn't start as soon as Traci turned out the lights."
Tami giggled. "Be gentle."
"Always."
Chapter 40
I awoke.
It was that simple.
One micro-second I was asleep, the next I was awake. No transition.
It was very comfortable. I was lying on my side, the warmth of Tami nestled next to me, surrounded by the soft breathing of all of my friends.
My cock was still hard and sheathed in Tami's warmness. In fact, I didn't remember if I'd ever cum. Tami and I had fucked slowly for what seemed like forever and ever. Now my arm was under her and my hand gently caressed her ass. My other arm, behind me, gently caressed her other ass.
Her other ass?
I came even more awake. I realized that my arm was inside Mikee's sleeping bag and inside her panties, my middle finger pressed against her rosebud anus. When did that happen? Mikee's body was pressed up against me, spooning against my back, separated by the two sleeping bags.
I lifted slightly and turned my head to see her sleeping face.
It was Darlene's sleeping face.
Fuck! I had my hand down the back of Darlene's panties.
I pulled my finger gently out from between her cheeks, then out of her panties, and out of her sleeping bag and back into mine. That could have been embarrassing. Or fun, depending on how Darlene took it when she woke up with a finger practically up her butt.
My cock was aching, and I knew I needed a fuck or a piss real soon. I thought about fucking Tami as she lay sleeping, but thought she might not like it, particularly, if she woke to a loud orgasm in the middle of all our friends.
The feeling of pulling Big Tony out of her cunt when I was so hard and needed to piss so bad was incredible. I didn't know whether it hurt so bad that it felt good, or felt so good that it hurt.
I wiggled out of my sleeping bag, then onto one knee, and reached back in to retrieve my underwear. I found Tami's panties first, then my underwear. Tami purred as my arm brushed her pussy, and then she rolled over on her other side.
I looked around the room. Everything was different. When the lights went out, Darlene was on my right and Mikee on my left. Kelly was next to Mikee and Zoe on the other side of Darlene. Traci and Robbie were on the other side of Mikee.
Now Darlene was on my left and Zoe on the right. Mikee and Kelly were kind of bundled together, though each in their own sleeping bag near the foot of my bag.
I slipped on my underwear and padded toward the bathroom. As I went in, I noticed that Traci's door was half open. I didn't bother to close the door.
I think I came during my piss. It was the best one I'd ever had, and morning pisses are always good. As I shook my shrunken cock I wondered what would happen if I went back to wake the girls with it hanging out. After all, everybody had already seen it except Darlene and Zoe, and Darlene had had my finger up her butt. That made us pretty close. Traci may not have seen it recently; or, considering the number of times she'd caught me, maybe she had. I sighed and closed my underwear.
As I stepped out of the bathroom I noticed a leg on Traci's bed. She'd probably gotten tired of sleeping on the floor and had come back and gotten into her own bed.
I walked back and looked in.
Traci was sleeping, all right. So was Robbie. The two of them were naked and pressed together. I stumbled backwards down the hall.
Sex was good healthy fun. But Traci was my sister.
Robbie was my friend. I wanted her to be happy. But Traci was my sister.
What two consenting people did together was okay. But Traci was my sister.
My little sister.
Normally seeing two girls sleeping in a naked embrace would be the biggest turn-on in the world, but Big Tony wisely stayed hidden. Which is good, 'cause I just wasn't in the mood.
Chapter 41
"What are you doing out here?"
I hadn't even heard the door open.
I mumbled something, I'm not even sure what.
"Do you have any idea how cold it is?"
I glanced at the thermometer next to the doorbell. "Thirty-four."
"Thinking of going for a spin?"
I'd been staring straight ahead at Dad's snow-covered Porsche. "No."
Tami opened the door wider, stepped out, and closed it behind her. She was back in her jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. She sat next to me on the porch, leaning up against me and putting her arm around me.
"What's wrong?"
Let's see. I got a freshman pregnant, and, oh yeah, my other best friend just seduced my little sister and turned her into a lezbo. "Nothing."
"Nothing? Nothing! Tony you're sitting outside on the porch in your underwear in sub-zero weather, when inside there's heat and cute girls. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Your skin is like ice. How long have you been sitting here?"
A couple minutes. A couple hours. A day. How the hell should I know? "Not long."
"Tony..."
"Okay, I'll come inside." I stood up. It was hard.My bones felt like they were eighty years old, probably the cold. I opened the door. When Tami stood and went in, I followed.
Inside, the four other girls were still sleeping.
"Wait here," I told Tami.
"But..."
"Wait here!" I left her by the door and walked down the hall. I closed Traci's door without looking in.
When I came back out, Tami put her hands on my arms and started rubbing. It felt good. I hadn't realized how cold I was until she got my circulation going again.
"You need a hot shower," she prescribed. "Maybe we could..."
"Not today," I cut her off. "I'll use the one in Mom and Dad's room. You can use the other one if you want."
I turned and went to my room, getting fresh clothes and underwear. When I came out, I walked past her and down the hall again. Mom and Dad's room was at the end of the hall, opposite Traci's door. I hesitated for a minute outside her door, staring at it, then went into my parents' room.
While the warm water played over my body, I wondered if I was responsible for Traci's... adventure. I mean, of course I was responsible. I brought Robbie into the house. But maybe I was too casual about sex.
Was I teaching Traci that everything goes?
What was next? Threesomes? Foursomes? Orgies?
Hell, I was thinking about an orgy last night. I practically had one in front of Trace, taking Robbie, Mikee, and then Kelly back to my room.
What comes after orgies? Dogs? Ponies? That was an image I didn't want in my head.
I turned off the water and quickly toweled off, then dressed.
Now what? Do I bust her? Them? Or do I ignore it and hope it goes away.
I felt like I was taking a test I hadn't studied for.
Outside Traci's door, I hesitated again, then knocked. "Time to get up," I called.
Tami was sitting on the sofa when I came back to the living room. Her eyes fastened on me and followed me as I walked into the room. I ignored her, or tried to. It was like being a protozoa and ignoring that big eyeball that stared at you from the top of a microscope.
"Everybody up!" I yelled. "I won't look."
And I didn't. I walked to the kitchen and started pouring glasses of orange juice.
"Are you okay?" Tami asked from the kitchen doorway.
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"There are four half-naked girls in there, and you're out here, playing waiter."
"I figured they deserved their privacy."
"Where's my Tony and where's your pod?"
"I don't know what you mean." I put the glasses on a tray. "Is everybody decent out there?"
Tami looked over her shoulder out into the living room. "All but Darlene. I think she's waiting for you to catch her in her panties.
"Tell her to hurry up," I said as I preheated the oven to four hundred. I pulled the two pans of cinnamon rolls that mom had made out of the refrigerator.
"Tony, there's a girl out there waiting to scream when you catch her in her panties, and you're in here hiding."
"I'm not hiding. I'm getting breakfast for my guests."
"You're hiding."
"I..."
"What happened? I thought we could talk about anything. No secrets."
"We can. I just... it's... Sometimes, it's not my secret to tell," I said, looking at the floor.
Tami came up to me, put her fingers in my hair, and brushed it back. Then she kissed me. Gently, her lips just barely brushing against mine. "It'd be a hell of a lot easier to love you if you weren't so damn noble," she whispered.
"Yeah, noble." I was so noble, trying to get into the pants of every female mammal in the damn state. So noble that my sister was becoming a fucking queer.
Tami had pulled away from me and gone back to the door of the kitchen. She was watching the living room.
"Fuck!"
"What?" I was surprised. Tami didn't use that kind of language often.
Tami spun, staring at me. "You caught them. Didn't you?"
"Them? Caught who? I don't know what you mean."
Tami came back and captured my face in her hands. "Tony Marion Sims, one of the things I love about you is that you're a terrible liar. You don't like lying, so you don't put much effort into it."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. And when you're ready to talk about it, I'll be here."
She was still holding my face, so I reached up and took hers in my hands. "Tamarone Elizabeth Sharp, do you know why I love you?"
She shook her head. At least as much as she could with it trapped between my palms.
"Cause you're the only girl dumb enough to put up with me."
"Duh, you got that right."
* * *
"Ladies," I said after everyone was seated. "Are any of you on the naughty list?"
"The naughty list?" Kelly asked.
"You know. Santa Claus. The naughty or nice list. Which one are you on?"
"I'm on the nice list," Tami piped up.
"Me too," Darlene agreed.
"Plates," I prompted. The two girls held out their plates. I dished up a pair of cinnamon rolls each. "Mom's rolls are special. You have to be on the nice list. What about you?" I asked Zoe.
"Definitely the nice list," she said. "Those smell great."
"They taste even better."
"I was nice," Mikee said, holding out her plate. I gave her and Zoe two rolls each.
"I'm always nice," Robbie announced, I rolled my eyes. I also thought about the picture in my head of her and Traci as a tangle of arms and legs, but gave her two.
"Me, too," Traci said. I reserved comment but dished up her rolls.
"I was borderline," Kelly admitted.
"That's good, 'cause I only have one left." She pouted as I dished up the last roll. Then I took the empty pan to the kitchen, coming back with another pan. I put two more on her plate and dished up a pair for myself.
"How come she gets three?" Traci protested.
"She's cute."
"I'm cute."
"Only in the middle school universe," I teased. "Kelly would be cute in high school too." I laid my hand on Kelly's shoulder. She shrugged it off.
I stared at her back for a second, then sat down between Tami and Darlene.
* * *
"Ladies, I must bid you all adieu."
"It's only ten," Robbie complained. "When are your parents coming home?"
"About one. They were going to try that new place on the highway for lunch first."
"We've got hours yet."
"Some of us have to clean the house," I pointed out.
"We could help," Zoe offered.
"Not this time. I'm being punished."
"Is it about me?" Darlene asked.
"Nope. Me. Inappropriate word choice."
"What if I want another seven minutes," Robbie asked seductively.
I pictured her on Traci's bed. "Call Mike."
Robbie seemed surprised.
"You don't have to go home. You can move to Tami's house," I suggested.
"But I never got my seven minutes," Darlene complained. I think jokingly.
"Maybe Robbie or Mikee will share their boyfriends." Or maybe Robbie will take care of you herself.
The girls grumbled, but started gathering their stuff.
It wasn't that I wasn't horny. Seven beautiful girls kept Big Tony up and ready. But I kept thinking about Traci and wondering if my playing around was what turned her into a...
I shook off my thoughts and watched the girls. Six girls, seven minutes each. We had time for three rounds, and I could still get a good start on the house before the parental units showed up. All of them looked like they'd been poured into their jeans except Mikee. Hers were a little baggy. I couldn't believe I was trying so hard to get rid of them.
"Tony, could I talk to y..."
"No!" I interrupted Kelly. "It's time to go home."
Kelly's face clouded, and I realized that she hadn't been hinting at anything. "Kelly..."
She set her face. "No, you're right. It's time to go."
Shit. Shit! SHIT! Something's bothering her, and I snap her head off. Some friend. Big Tony shifted in my pants, and I knew everything was his fault. I wasn't ready for castration, but I decided that from now on I had to control it, not it control me.
The girls all had their coats on. I decided I had to try again. I scooped up Kelly and carried her toward my room.
"Where are you going with my sister?" Mikee asked with a giggle.
In my room, I kicked the door closed with my foot before I set her on the bed. I dropped to one knee in front of her. "And what, my fair princess, did you want to talk about?"
"I... it's nothing."
"I don't think it's nothing. I think it's something."
"It's not important."
"Did I ever mention that you're my favorite? Everything about my favorite is important."
"Your favorite is whatever girl has her clothes off at the time."
She had a point. "How'd you get so smart?"
"`Cause you're all alike!" she spat. She jumped off the bed and was gone before I knew what was happening.
We're all alike? We who?
I needed to find out from Mikee or Tami who she was going out with. And I needed to find out fast.
Everyone was outside except Traci. "You might want to go, too. Or go over to Ann's. I'm going to be doing a top to bottom clean."
Traci looked at me funny. "Tony, are you mad at me?"
The damn picture popped into my head again. "Why would I be mad at you?" I asked evenly.
"I..." For a second I thought she was going to say something about her and Robbie. I couldn't decide if I wanted her to or not. "I don't know. You just seem..."
"I know. I woke up in a mood," I lied. "Maybe it's my time of the month."
Traci laughed. "I'll go see if Ann is up." She headed down the hall towards her room, probably to get shoes. "Make sure your floor is picked up and I'll vacuum in there too," I yelled after her.
* * *
"So are you going to talk to her?"
"Talk to who?" I said, my head in the oven. "About what?"
"Your sister. About what happened."
I pulled my head out of the oven and took a deep breath.The chemicals in the oven cleaner were making me woozy. "What happened to Traci?" I asked innocently before sticking my head back in the oven and starting to scrub.
"Tony, I could just kick you sometimes."
"Go ahead, I'm an easy target." I was sitting on the floor, trying to get the damn oven clean. I think the black gunk that wouldn't scrub off was burnt on cinnamon roll topping. I wasn't sure I'd ever look at my mom's rolls the same way again.
"I want one straight answer. Did you catch your sister having sex with Robbie?" Tami was learning about no-wiggle-room questions, but she wasn't there yet.
I leaned out of the oven and looked straight up at her. "No." They weren't having sex, they were sleeping. "How could you say such a thing?"
Tami glared. "Do you think your sister had sex with Robbie?"
Damn! No wiggle room. "I thought you said one straight answer."
"Answer the fucking question." I hate when she swears.
I went back into the oven and scrubbed at the last stubborn spot for over a minute. Then I stopped and looked at the shiny metal. It was clean. Finally. "Yes, I think Robbie fucked my sister."
I knew Tami was waiting, staring at me, but I just stayed in the oven, staring at the spot I'd finally gotten clean.
"You hate it, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Come here."
I pulled my head and arm out of the oven. Tami was standing over me, her hand out to me. I took it. She pulled me up, then pulled me toward the living room. We sat on the sofa, which was still pushed back against the wall.
"So who are you mad at? Robbie? Or Traci?"
Both. Neither. How the hell should I know? "I..."
"You're mad at Robbie for seducing your sister. You're mad at Traci for getting seduced."
"I guess."
"But you're mostly mad at yourself."
"Would you get the fuck out of my head?"
"No."
"I don't know who I'm mad at."
"You're mad at the world. Like I said, you're mad at Robbie for seducing your sister. You're mad at Traci for getting seduced, and you're mad at yourself for leading Traci into a life of sin."
"No, I'm not."
"Tony, have you thought today something like, 'If only I hadn't brought Robbie into the house'?"
"I guess."
"And you've thought about Traci catching you having sex and about taking Robbie, Mikee, and Kelly back to your room?"
"Nothing happened with Kelly."
Tami's eyebrow arched. "I didn't know that, so Traci didn't."
"I guess."
"So you've decided you're evil and you're never having sex again."
"Well you nailed the evil part, but I hadn't decided never to have sex again."
"How about with Mikee and the others?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's time to be monogamous."
"Why?"
"Because I'm in love. Because I'm supposed to be."
"Says who?"
"Everybody."
"Like you listen to everybody."
"Tami, what do you want from me?"
"I want something hard. I want you to be happy."
"Oh, God!" I moaned. "You don't think I can be happy with just you?"
"I hope so, but if I don't mind, why not have fun?"
"I have fun with you."
"Yeah, and you didn't have any fun with Robbie and Mikee. And what happened with Kelly?"
"She's been weird for a month. Do you know who she's seeing these days?"
"I don't think she's been seeing anybody, but I'm not sure." She shrugged. "So what are you going to do about Traci?"
"I don't know. I don't want her to be a lezzie. I..."
"Tony!"
"Sorry."
"Have you been thinking things like that about Traci?"
"I..."
"Maybe I don't know you as well as I thought I did. Traci is no lezzie. She's not gay, queer, homo, or anything else. She's just your sister.
"My little sister."
"Traci's just experimenting. You didn't call Robbie and Ashley queer did you?"
"No. That was..."
"Different," Tami finished.
"It was," I defended myself.
"Poor Tony," she said patting my hand.
"We're home," Mom announced as the door opened.
I looked over as both my parents came in with big smiles on their faces. "I'm guessing from your expressions that last night was good."
"Very good," Mom agreed.
Dad looked around and his expression changed. "Tony, I'm disappointed. I thought we had an understanding."
I got off the sofa without defending myself. "I'll get right on it."
"Where's your sister?" Mom asked.
"I kicked her out a couple hours ago. She's at Ann's." I started picking up but didn't move furniture, I wanted to vacuum first.
Mom nodded, and the two of them headed toward the back of the house. A couple minutes later, I heard Mom call, "Honey." Then I heard Mom and Dad in the kitchen. A minute later Dad came back looking sheepish.
I grinned to myself as I unwound the cord for the vacuum and plugged it in.
"Uh, Tony..."
"Yeah, Dad?" I said without looking.
"I'm sorry about..."
"Hurt yourself?"
"What?"
"Jumping to that conclusion. I wondered if you hurt yourself."
"I admit it. I saw the condition of the living room and you sitting on the sofa with Tami and thought you were blowing off your cleaning."
"Unh huh."
"Tony most teenagers don't always do what they're told. It throws me sometimes."
I grinned. "I just don't get caught as often," I assured him.
Dad shook his head. "I'm not sure that makes me feel better."
Mom came out of the kitchen. "Tony, I can't believe what you did to the oven."
"Yeah, about that. The next time we do cinnamon rolls, let's take them to Tami's house to bake, then bring them back to eat."
"Hey!" Tami protested.
"They do make a mess," Mom agreed. "So has Traci forgiven me?"
"I think so."
"Is she still the queen of Monopoly?" Dad asked.
"Well, Tami won last night, but we got a little flaky on the rules, so it probably doesn't count for the queenship." I hoped they wouldn't ask how flaky.
"That was mean, the way you had me tease your sister," Mom said.
"And you loved every minute of it."
Mom grinned.
After I finished cleaning, I sent Tami home and took a long walk.
I knew Tami was right. She usually was, but I was still trying to get everything straight in my head. When Robbie and Ashley became lovers... Hell, when I helped them become lovers, I didn't think bad things about them. I didn't think about them as lezzies, or queer, or homo. I just figured it was two friends, making each other happy.
The same when Mikee and Tami made my dreams come true and fooled around a little. It was two girls and a guy and everybody was feeling good.
So what was different now?
What was different was Traci was my sister. My little sister. And it was my job to protect her.
So I guess the question of the hour was did she need protecting?
I was annoyed with Robbie, but I knew she hadn't forced Traci to do anything. Like Tami said, Traci was experimenting. And I guess if Traci was going to fool around with another girl, I was almost glad it was Robbie, cause Robbie wouldn't hurt her.
So I shouldn't be mad at Robbie. And I shouldn't be mad at Traci.
But I was.
Traci was my little sister. She was supposed to be a virgin and not supposed to even think about sex until she was thirty, married, and had two kids of her own.
I decided that I couldn't change things, so I might as well accept them.
Of course, the next time Robbie came over, I was putting both of them in chastity belts.
* * *
I decided that applause was addictive.
I'd never tried the drug scene, but I couldn't imagine that any chemical felt like this.
We were taking our second bow. We'd taken a bow after the last curtain, then Robbie had come out and done an encore of Where There Is Love, There Are Angels, the song that Sally Reyes and I had written. Now the cast was taking a second bow.
Everything had been spot on. I think we did better tonight than the first time we performed it. In the back of my mind I wondered if I'd done the right thing, changing my vote. The idea of going to Seattle and performing in a big theater, maybe even on television, was major cool.
Robert Anolly, Tom Baxter, Janet Martin, and Mr. Mulino came backstage after we'd finished.
"I was very impressed," Mr. Anolly said.
"It's hard to believe you put all that together so quickly," Mrs. Martin added.
I was standing slightly behind Tami and Robbie as we talked to the four adults. "We stole most of the songs. That made it easier."
"You still had three originals. That's not bad," Mr. Mulino said.
"Well the Reyes, Toby and Sally, had already written the music. They're pretty talented. The words just seemed to write themselves," I said.
"It was fear," Tami said.
"Fear?"
"Robbie told Tony she'd hurt him unless she got some really good songs. You noticed that she got all the originals," Tami explained.
Robbie blushed. So I decided to rub it in.
"Yeah, Robbie plays football too. They call her Monster Girl. She can be pretty scary."
Robbie's face went even redder.
"It's still pretty amazing," Mrs. Martin said. "It would be hard enough to stage a show in the time you had when it was already written."
"So was it better than Inherit..."
I clamped my hand over Robbie's mouth. "What my friend and collaborator is trying to say is we're glad you liked it and realize that this has nothing to do with Inherit the Wind or any other play you're judging."
Robbie bit me, but not hard enough that I let go.
"How many more plays do you have to see?"
"We have two more. One Wednesday and one a week from Friday. Then we'll make our decision."
Robbie reached up and pulled my hand away. "Should we make our reservations for Seattle? Nobody can beat Leslie."
The three judges smiled. "We're not making any decisions yet, but your friend has a good chance," Baxter said."A very good chance," Martin added.
"I still think it should have been us," Robbie muttered after the adults left.
"Well if it makes you feel any better, we were a sellout, and that was with only a couple days' notice. Inherit had at least a dozen empty seats."
Robbie grinned viciously. "Ya think it's too late to get a recount?"
Chapter 42
The Fall Concert had been rescheduled four times before we finally got it done on Monday. Between the plays, the football team making the playoffs, and Mr. Wade, the band teacher, breaking his foot, it was beginning to look like we'd have to combine it with the Spring Concert.
The show started out with the beginning band. It was weird to watch Mr. Wade conducting them without tapping his foot in time to the music, but it was still wrapped up in a big walking cast.
He told everybody that he broke it slipping on some ice, but his wife, the typing teacher, let it be known that they were having an argument and he slammed the door on it.
After the beginning band, Robbie and I did a duet of "Don't Fall in Love With a Dreamer." Our duets were almost becoming a school tradition. Toby Reyes accompanied us on the piano, then he and his sister Sally did a four-hand piece called "Variations on Chopsticks" that was amazing. I hadn't even known Sally could play. She usually had a drumstick in her hand.
The chorus did three songs, then I got to sing "Forever," a Beach Boys song, though I'd heard it first on "Full House" when John Stamos did it. I dedicated it to Tami and stared down at her in the first row as I sang. Luke was working the lights and put a single spot on me and another on Tami. I almost forgot anybody else was there.
"If every word I said,
Could make you laugh,
I'd talk forever.
I'd ask the sky just what we had,
It shone forever.
If the song I sing to you,
Could fill your heart with Joy,
I'd sing forever..."
She was the only person in the world.
The advanced band was next. They did a great version of "Hawaii Five-O," Then "Also Sprach Zarathustra," the "2001: A Space Odyssey" theme, and finished with the "Braveheart" theme. It was almost perfect. They needed Traci on the sax. She was better than the junior they had. Oh well. Two more years.
Then it was my turn again. I brought out a stool, and Luke hit me with the spot again. Chad Davis was sitting a little behind me with his guitar. "This is a very special song for a very special girl. Ashley, this is for you. 'Hidden Feelings.'"
Ashley was sitting in the front row next to Tami, and in the dim light I could see her look down in embarrassment. I'd thought about having Luke hitting her with the other spot, like he'd done to Tami in my other song, but I figured Ashley would try to crawl under her chair.
Chad did eight quiet bars on his guitar, then I joined in.
"No one knows my true feelings,
Least of all, my friends, or you.
But I'm always there when you need me,
I'm always around, right on cue."
"I ask myself so often,
How do you talk to someone you love.
How do I tell you, standing right there,
That you're the one my dreams are of."
"Hidden feelings. Why do we have to hide them?
Why are we afraid to try them?
Why is it so hard to say out loud?
The words that we hear inside."
"Watching you dance, another guy in your arms,
It's Impossible to be more alone.
But I pick myself up, and try to stand tall,
Besides, who cares if I moan and I groan."
"Hidden feelings. Why do we have to hide them?
Why are we afraid to try them?
Why is it so hard to say out loud?
The words that we hear inside."
"We grew up together, laughing at games that children play.
Together, but always apart.
Friends, never lovers, we'll always be,
cause you never looked deep in my heart."
"Hidden feelings. Why do we have to hide them?
Why are we afraid to try them?
Why is it so hard to say out loud?
The words that we hear inside."
"Hidden feelings. Why do we have to hide them?
Why are we afraid..."
I faded as Chad finished four more bars. I looked out at the audience as the polite applause started. Ashley was staring up at me intently. I wondered if Robbie was history. Tami looked amused.
I gave the audience a quick wave, swept my arm back to indicate Chad, then Luke cut my spot and opened another on the swing choir already on the risers. They opened with "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." Not one of my favorites, but they did a good job. Then they sang a jazzy version of the sea chanty "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?" with Mike Reed in his football jersey acting drunk and staggering around the stage.
Then the stage went dark. From the wings I could see a couple of guys carry a lectern out and set it up in front of the risers. Then still without lights, Toby started a light piano melody.
Then out of the darkness came Robbie's voice, throatier than usual.
"Hot August Night,"
Sally started beating out a soft rhythm on the snare drum.
"And the leaves hanging down,
And the grass on the ground smelling sweet.
Move up the road,
To the outside of town,
And the sound of that good gospel beat."
"Sits a ragged tent,
Where there ain't no trees.
And that gospel group,
Telling you and me,"
Luke brought up a pair of reddish tinted spots onto the swing choir. They came in on the chorus.
"It's Love.
Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show.
Pack up the babies,
Grab the old ladies.
Everyone goes,
Everyone knows,
Brother Love's show."
The three rows of singers in the swing choir were swaying in time to the music.
The Robbie started again.
"Room gets suddenly still,
And when you'd almost bet,
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in."
Another spot hit Robbie as she walked from the wings, singing into her microphone. She was wearing a black suit, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She strode to the lectern and looked out over the audience.
"Eyes black as coal,
And when he lifts his face,
Every ear in the place is on him."
"Starting soft and slow."
("Startin' slow," the swing choir sang behind her.)
Like a small earthquake
("Small earthquake", they echoed)
And when he lets go,
("Lets go. When he lets go.")
Half the valley shakes."
They came back hard on the chorus.
"It's Love.
Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show.
Pack up the babies,
Grab the old ladies.
Everyone goes,
Everyone knows,
Brother Love's show."
Robbie came out from behind the lectern and walked toward the audience. "Brothers and sisters," she shouted. Most of the swing choir started humming, the rest throwing out hallelujahs. "You got yourself two good hands," she said in a sing-song preacher's voice. "and when your brother is troubled, you got to reach your one hand to him, cause that's what it's there for." She reached out toward the audience. "And when your heart is troubled, ya got to reach out your other hand, reach it out to the Man up there. Cause that's what He's there for." She reached her other hand toward the sky and followed it with her eyes.
She walked back to the lectern, and sang.
"Take my hand in yours,
("in yours.")
Walk with me this day.
("Walk with me.")
In my heart, I know,
("I know, I know."
I will never stray.
(Never stray.")
The swing choir joined her,
"Halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle"
"It's Love.
Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show.
Pack up the babies,
Grab the old ladies.
Everyone goes,
Everyone knows,
Brother Love's show."
I had goose bumps. Her performance was almost enough to make me become a Baptist and join a traveling gospel show. Okay, maybe not. But they don't have agnostic gospel shows, do they?
The show ended, and I went out into the auditorium to meet and greet.
Okay, I went out so that a lot of people could tell me how wonderful I was. I have an ego, I admit it.
"Mr. Sims."
There are sounds that are repulsive to people. For a lot of people, the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. For me, those two words in Parker's voice.
I turned. "Yes?"
"Do you think that was appropriate?"
Now there's an open-ended question if I ever heard one. And there was no way I was going to commit myself. "What was appropriate?"
"Trying to turn our school shows into your own personal dating service."
I wondered if the blood vessel on his forehead had finally burst and he'd lost it. "Excuse me?"
"First you seem to think these shows are all about you. That the band and the chorus and all the others are just the opening acts for your concert."
He had a point, though I'd never admit it to him. Three songs in one show was too much. I was supposed to do two, the duet with Robbie and "Hidden Feelings," but Mr. Wade had asked me that morning if I'd like to do another. Someone else had backed out and he wanted a vocal between the piano and the advanced band. I'll never turn down a chance to tell Tami how I feel.
I grinned. "That reminds me. I was thinking we need a new name. Instead of the Fall Concert, how about 'Tony Sims, The Tornado Tour'?"
Parker's expression didn't change. "Then you use your talents to pick up girls. Roberta Tate, Tami Sharp and Ashley Burke."
Parker had just admitted I was talented. I was afraid to look up, a rift might be opening in the universe.
"I think in the future..."
"Charley?"
Parker turned, his face going a little green when he saw Mr. Mulino standing there with my parents.
"Marty."
"Tony wasn't trying to pick up Miss Burke. He was doing a favor for me."
"He was... a favor?"
"Yes, a favor. Was there anything else?"
Parker looked disappointed.He shook his head and wandered away.
I think Mr. Mulino was trying not to smile as he watched Parker drift away. He did smile as he looked back at me. "Tony, that was excellent as always. Especially 'Hidden Feelings.'"
"It's a decent song. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish connecting the dots."
Mom looked confused but nodded.
I looked around and spotted my targets. I collected my first one, then escorted him to my second one.
"Ladies," I said as I walked up to Ashley and Tami.
I wasn't sure whether to be amused, flattered, or scared by the look on Ashley's face. Before, when she'd looked at me, she sometimes looked hungry, usually before we'd do some making out or serious feeling up. Now, she looked almost vampiric.
I indicated the boy next to me with a sweep of my hand. "Ashley, do you know Robby?" Ashley giggled. The boy, Robby, went scarlet. "Her best friend is Robbie Tate," I explained to him. "They've known each other since kindergarten."
Ashley blushed, though not as red as Robby. "I've seen him in the halls, but never met him."
"Hi," he mumbled. He seemed to be staring at Ashley's kneecaps. Maybe her shins. Ashley had nice kneecaps. Good shins too, but there were definitely better parts to look at.
"Robby wrote 'Hidden Feelings.' And he wrote it about you."
I didn't think it was possible, but Robby turned even redder. I was reminded of Rudolph and his nose.
"I, um, yeah."
How he could write lyrics and still not be able to speak in complete sentences, I didn't understand.
I stepped behind Robby, reached over his shoulder, and lifted his chin until he was looking straight into Ashley's eyes. "Okay, say, 'I'm Robby. Nice to meet you.'"
Robby tried to drop his head, but I held it in place.
"I'm Robby. Nice to meet you," he stammered.
Ashley stared, swallowing twice, then looked down at Robby's feet. Tami stepped behind her, grabbed her chin, and lifted it until she was looking back at Robby. "Say, 'I'm Ashley, and I think you're cute.'"
"I'm Ashley," she said. "And I think you're cute." Her words trailed off until I couldn't hear the 't' in 'cute.'
My turn. "Say, 'I think you're keen. Do you want to go to the malt shop?'"
"What?" they said together.
"Guys, you're on your own," I said, releasing Robby. Tami let go of Ashley. I held my hand out to Tami, and we walked away.
"You're a nice guy," Tami whispered, laying her head against my shoulder.
"Nah. Just doing a favor for the boss. Robby's Mr. Mulino's nephew."
"Right," she said as if she didn't believe me. "Think he'll kiss her?"
"Oh, yeah. I figure he'll work up the courage sometime before they graduate." I smiled to myself. "College."I had the incentive that Grandpa Doug said he'd match whatever was in there on the day of my birthday. And, of course, when I told Grandpa Cooper about that, he said he would too. I knew he would. He and Grandpa Doug have never really gotten along, and they're just a bit competitive.
What they don't know is that I've mowed a lot of lawns. I have a bit more than eight grand in savings. Mustang convertible here I come.
"At least it'll have four wheels," I told the girls as we went up the stairs.
* * *
"So how was practice?" I asked the next day.
Tami giggled. "I usually ask you that."
"You do, don't you?" I said as I got out of the mini van and kissed her.
"OHHHH!" several young girls standing by the door of the gym said.
Tami looked over at them. "Extra sit-ups tomorrow." They giggled.
I slid open the door of the van and helped Tami in, then followed her in.
"I hope you two aren't setting a bad example."
"No ma'am," we said together.
I saw mom shake her head. "We have to pick up your sister in front of the school," she said.
"We could leave her and rent out her bedroom."
"We could sell you to the circus as a dog-faced boy," Mom said as Tami punched me in the arm.
Mom pulled up to the curb, and Traci got in the front seat.
"You know, squirt, if you're going to stay after school, you could walk around to the gym with Tami and save Mom an extra stop."
Traci turned pink for some reason, but nodded. "I'll remember tomorrow."
I turned to Tami. "So how was practice? What's your team like?"
"It's your team too, if you ever get done with football."
"Next Monday, if we play like we practiced today. A week from next Monday if we play like usual."
"Not a good practice?"
"Rotten would be a compliment for what we did today. I don't think Mike completed a single pass. He was all over the place."
"What about Robbie?" Tami asked.
"She was about fifty percent."
"How about my superstar brother?" Traci asked from the front seat.
"I was worse than Mike."
"I don't believe that!" Traci declared.
I smiled. "Remind me to talk to dad about raising your allowance," I said to the back of her head. "So how about the team, how do they look?"
"There's nine girls. Seven, like Kelly, have been taking gymnastics for years. Two are just starting."
"Just what we need. Bench warmers," I mumbled.
"Anthony Sims, that wasn't very nice!" Mom said quickly, and with a little more venom than necessary.
"Sorry. I just meant that if they haven't done gymnastics before, they probably won't be much help to the team."
"What makes you the expert? You've never coached gymnastics before," Tami snapped.
"I'm not an expert," I defended myself. "But if they haven't done it, how much can they learn in three months?"
"It so happens that EVERY girl there tried their best today," Tami said and turned away from me to look out the side window.
"Do you only coach superstars?" Traci asked.
"No, but..."
"Isn't sports about trying your best?" Mom asked.
"Yes, but..." I realized that no one was listening.
It's amazing just how long a ride two miles can be.
* * *
"WILL THE FOOTBALL TEAM AND CHEERLEADERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT LOBBY?" the P.A. blared.
I closed my book and stood. I nodded to Miss Renland, today's substitute, and walked out of the classroom. I was the only football player in the class, but out in the hall, I was joined by more members of the team.
There was a lot of back slapping and high fives as we headed for our lockers. I put my book away, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the lobby. I'd dropped my suitcase off that morning, and hopefully it and my equipment bag were already on the bus.
In the lobby as we gathered I noticed Coach Branson talking to two men I didn't know, but I noticed that one of them had a camera. "Settle!" he yelled as we drifted in. "This is Bob Lewis and Mark Rees. They'll be riding to Tacoma with us. They work for the Wenatchee World, and Bob isn't very smart." The coach grinned. "He's the only sportswriter in the state, outside our town, that has picked us to win tomorrow."
I happened to be standing behind Paula. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. A minute later, she and the other cheerleaders were chanting "Bob, Bob, he's our man. If he can't pick `em, no one can!" It wasn't much of a cheer, but on a minute's notice, not bad.
Before we got on the bus, Mark the photographer took some shots. He got the team, the cheerleaders, the offense, and the defense. He took one of Mike, Robbie, and me. Then he took several of just Robbie. I might have been annoyed if I hadn't been having so much fun watching Mike fume.
We piled on the bus, and I took a seat about five rows from the front while most of the team headed for the back. I looked out the window and watched the sky. It had been threatening all morning, but so far hadn't done anything. I'd seen two forecasts. One said snow, and the other snow mixed with rain, so I didn't know what to expect.
Tacoma was a little over a hundred and eighty miles away, so if we didn't hit weather, about three to four hours. We were supposed to get to the motel about five, and it was just eleven, so that gave us some leeway.
"Can I sit here?"
"Me too?"
I looked up and saw Darlene and Allie standing in the aisle.
"I wouldn't recommend it. I may be contagious."
"Why?" they asked in stereo, then looked at each other and laughed.
"Tami's mad at me. Robbie's mad at me because Tami is. My mom and sister are mad at me."
"What'd you do?" Allie asked.
"I'm not sure," I said with a shrug. "But whatever it is, I'm sure it's my fault."
"Why?" Darlene asked.
"I'm male. It has to be my fault."
Allie reached out and patted me on the head. "He can be taught." She swung in and sat between me and the window. Darlene squeezed onto the seat on the other side.
"So, what'd you do?" Allie asked again as the bus driver closed the door and put the bus into gear.
"I really don't know. Yesterday, I was riding home with Tami and my mom and my sister. We were talking about the new gymnastic team at the middle school. Then all of a sudden, no one was talking. Tami wouldn't even say hi on the bus this morning. Then she talked to Robbie and I was in the doghouse with her too."
"Poor baby," Allie said and patted my thigh.
"So what's your sister think of the team?" Darlene asked.
"My sister?"
"Yeah. Dana went to watch, and said Traci was there."
"My sister?"
"Yeah. She was working out, so I figured she was on the team."
"Shit!"
"Tony!" The girls did the stereo thing again.
"Thanks," I said, then kissed Darlene on the cheek. "At least now I know why I'm in trouble, and it's deeper than I thought."
"What?" Allie asked.
"Well, Tami said there were two girls on the team who hadn't done gymnastics before, and I said something about bench warmers and not being able to help the team. I didn't know Traci went out."
Allie looked over me at Darlene. "Maybe we should move. He just might be contagious."
"Not me," Darlene said and put her arm around me. "Without Tony, I wouldn't be on the bus right now."
Allie looked inquiringly.
"Steve, my step-father," she added for Allie's benefit, "thought I should stay home and baby sit Dana and Teresa, while he and my mom came to root for Mike. If not for Tony's temper tantrum, my mom might have let him get away with that."
Allie looked confused, but nodded anyway. "Come to think of it, without Tony, I wouldn't be on the bus right now either." She put her arm around my shoulders too.
We rode like that for a while. It gave me time to think. Tami was mad at me, because I'd hurt Traci. I didn't know why Trace was keeping gymnastics a secret, but I needed to find a way to make it up to her.
"Team Romeo," I heard and looked up, just in time to get a flash in the face as Mark took a picture. Bob swung into the empty seat in front of me and looked back. "Tony, isn't it?" I nodded. "You must be doing something right, to be sitting here all by yourself with a pair of cheerleaders."
What can you say to something like that. I shrugged.
"I'll be right back," Darlene announced and headed for the back of the bus.
"Your coach tells me you're responsible for two thirds of his offense."
"Excuse me?"
"He says you got Monster Girl into football."
"Not exactly. She's played football all her life. I just helped get her on the middle school team when she moved here from Tennessee. Coach Feldman was..." I searched for the right word, "reluctant."
"Now you, Reed, and her share the quarterbacking duties?"
"Yeah."
"And you and her play some defense too?"
"Yeah." I had a feeling that he was looking for more than one word answers, but I didn't know what else to say.
Darlene came back, Paula and Diana `Bambi' Coleson with her. Before I could say anything, Paula and Bambi had each climbed on one of my legs and Darlene taken her seat beside me. She smiled at the reporter, "Tony's depressed. His girlfriend's mad at him."
"His girlfriend?" the reporter repeated with wide eyes.
"It's not..." I started to say when Paula kissed me. It may have been a couple of years, but damn, can Paula kiss!
"Feeling better?" she asked almost a minute later.
"I..." Bambi shut me up, her tongue going deep into my mouth.
At some point I decided to relax and enjoy it. After all, Tami was always telling me that she wanted me to be happy and that messing around was okay. Of course, she didn't mention if it was okay when she was mad at me, but if there were exceptions, I'm sure she would have mentioned them.
Bambi reclaimed her tongue, and I leaned over kissed Allie.Bob gave up on his interview, but Mark stuck around and took some pictures. I wondered if I could order a set of prints. Someday I'd be old, sitting in my rocker on the front porch of the home, and I could tell the other old fogies about my glory days, making out with half the cheerleading squad.
And have pictures to back it up.
* * *
One Seattle paper headlined their sports:
GRIZZLIES DROP THE BALL IN YAKIMA
The other:
KENNEDY'S F'BALL RUNS OUT OF STEAM
The Yakima paper said:
VANCOUVER'S HOPES DASHED
Spokane:
GRIZZLY'S ERRORS LOSE GAME
Vancouver:
MAYBE NEXT YEAR
And the Wenatchee World headed their front page:
WE TOLD YA SO
Chapter 45
"Traci, get your big fat butt out here!" I yelled from the living room.
"What?" she asked a minute later, looking a little apprehensive. I'd ridden back from Yakima with her and the folks yesterday, and she hadn't said five words to me. Now Mom and Dad were off having a quiet Sunday brunch, and I was calling her butt fat.
"You are going to learn a back walkover and back handspring if it kills you," I said as I pushed the chairs and sofa out of the way to create room.
"What?" she said again.
"No sister of mine is going to be on the first gymnastics team at the middle school and embarrass herself by not doing her best."
"But..."
"No buts. Start stretching. Though you may want to change first. It'll be easier in shorts than jeans."
"But..."
"No buts. You're on the team, and I'm one of the coaches. I said stretch."
"You knew," she accused.
"Traci." I scooped her up and sat down with her on my lap. "In the car Wednesday, I didn't know. And I didn't mean what I said to be mean, even if it wasn't you being one of the new girls. Basically, it's going to be harder for you and the other new girl to be competitive when you're in with a bunch of girls who've been doing this for years.
"You may not be very good this year, but you're a Sims. Look at Mom, college softball and volleyball. Then there's me." I buffed my fingernails on my shirt. "Of course there's also dad, but we'll just have to hope you don't take after him."
I pushed her off my lap. "Go get changed."
"Do you want me to tell Tami I'm not mad anymore?"
"Nope. It's good for her to be mad at me every now and then. We were due."
She took a couple of steps, then turned back and stared at me. "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Would I be your coach if I didn't?" She seemed to accept that and nodded. "Traci, I haven't got a clue what I'm doing," I admitted before she started back to her room. "But after we got home yesterday Kelly showed me some stuff, and she's coming by in a while to help."
"Okay," she said, nodding again. My sister is way too trusting to be my sister. She must be adopted.
* * *
"Where's Zoe?" I asked, looking around. "She didn't ride the bus yesterday either."
I was talking to Traci since Tami was still ignoring me.
"I think she's sick. She misses a lot of school."
"I hadn't noticed," I admitted. Usually I was too focused on Tami. I guess there's a silver lining to everything if you look deep enough. Having Tami mad at me gave me a chance to notice the rest of the world.
Yesterday had been a pretty good day for a Monday. The whole school was psyched about our win and the fact we were going back to the Tacoma Dome for the state championship. In fact, the only black mark, aside from the fact that I don't get my Tami-walk when Tami's mad at me, was that Mom and Dad seemed upset about something after dinner, and I couldn't find out what it was.
The bus pulled up, and we started piling on. I noticed that Traci sat with Kelly. The two had been real friendly since our impromptu lesson Sunday. I also noticed Ann glare at them as she sat with a girl I didn't know.
I swung into an empty seat, and a second later Tami sat next to me, then continued to ignore me. Which was cool. I'd rather be close to her mad, than far away in love. I think.
* * *
"Mr. Walker, I had an idea," I said as soon as journalism had started.
Mr. Walker groaned. "Is this going to involve you getting suspended or me getting fired?"
"I don't think so. But with Parker and I in the same school, you never know."
"Mr. Parker," he corrected automatically.
"Isn't that what I said?" I asked innocently.
Mr. Walker sighed. "What's your idea?"
"We've been running profiles on student athletes..."
"And you think it's your turn," he finished for me.
"Actually, it should have been my turn a month ago, but that wasn't my idea."
"Well?"
"I think we should do a weekly profile on students who make a difference."
"I see. What do you mean by make a difference?"
"Well, Brenda Kelly volunteers at the hospital. Paul Reiser and Susan Sherman help out at the Humane Society. Cindy Brady helps with the girl scouts. Her troop has been tops in cookie sales the last couple years."
"That's a good idea, Tony. But why do I have a feeling that you have somebody else in mind to start with?"
"I was thinking, to start the series, just off the top of my head, you understand..."
Mr. Walker sighed. "Tony, did you ever think about getting straight to the point? I already like the idea. You don't have to sell so hard."
"Where's the fun in that?" Mr. Walker looked at the ceiling. Maybe I should be a priest. I seem to inspire a lot of people to look to God. "Something wrong?"
"Just trying to remember why I wanted to be a teacher."
"`Cause you wanted to mold bright, impressionable minds," I suggested.
"Yeah, that's it. Okay, what's your idea? And without all the B.S. I want to get home before midnight."
"Well, you probably know that the middle school is starting a gymnastics team this year." Mr. Walker nodded. "There's a girl here at the high school who is giving up all her afternoons to help out with them. And she isn't even a gymnast."
"I see. Do I know her?"
"She's a solid student. A's and B's. Involved in extra curricular activities like the newspaper. And a real school supporter. Hasn't missed a football game this season."
"Sounds good," he mused. "You know what would really sell it? If she had a boyfriend on the team."
"As a matter of fact. Though she's mad at him at the moment."
He smiled. "Use B-4 for the interview. I want a first draft on my desk in the morning."
"Have I mentioned you're my favorite teacher?"
"Only when you want something." He turned away to check on the rest of the class.
"Tami." She looked up from what she was writing. "We're in B-4."
She glanced at Mr. Walker, and he nodded.
I walked out into the hallway and down to B-4. The journalism room, for reasons known only to long gone administrators, was in the basement under the main gym. As you came down the stairs, B-1, the dark room, was on your left. The journalism room, B-2 was next to it. Then B-3 and B-4, two smaller classrooms that we used for special projects. Across from the journalism room was the boys' locker room, and just past B-4, the girls'.
I was already sitting at the work table, a steno pad open in front of me, when Tami walked in.
"Go ahead and close the door."
She looked at me suspiciously, but closed the door behind her.
"Have a seat." I pointed at the chair across from me. "So, Miss Sharp, how...?"
"Miss Sharp?"
"I know you're mad at me, so I figured you'd want to keep this on a professional basis."
"Professional," she echoed.
"So, Miss Sharp, how do you like working with the middle school gymnastics team?"
Tami looked startled, but recovered quickly. "This is only my second week, but so far it's been a lot of fun. I'm learning a lot."
I wrote quickly and wondered how hard it was to learn shorthand.
"I understand you never did gymnastics yourself?"
"That's true. Just forward rolls and cartwheels in P.E. Sometimes we'd walk on the beam."
"What made you volunteer?"
"A, uh, friend of mine was going to help out. I thought it would be fun to do it with him.
"Has it been fun? Coaching with your friend?"
"He's on the football team, you doofus, and since they're in the play-offs, he hasn't been able to start yet."
I wondered if I should include "doofus" in her quote.
"You know two of your gymnasts pretty well. Kelly Temple and Traci Sims. Does that make it harder or easier?"
"Traci?"
"Yes, Traci Sims, I believe her name is."
"You knew. You bastard, you knew."
"My birth certificate is dated well after Mom and Dad's wedding license. Now about the question?"
"You knew."
I set down my pencil and looked up at Tami. "No, I didn't. I had no idea that Traci was thinking of going out for gymnastics. In fact, I still don't know why. In the car, I hurt her feelings, and I know that's why you've been mad at me."
"I, uh, yeah."
"I found out Thursday that Traci was on the team, and figured out what had happened. I talked to her after we got back from the game. I explained that I wasn't being mean. I was trying to be realistic. Gymnastics is a year-round sport. The middle school season is like twelve weeks long. It's almost impossible to learn enough in twelve weeks to be any good. Especially when you're competing with girls who've been doing it for years."
"I'm kinda learning that. The other new girl, Christy Romano, has already dropped out."
"Traci won't. She's tenacious."
"I wonder where she gets that from?" Tami grinned.
"So are we cool?"
"That depends on two questions."
"Shoot," I said, hoping that I had the right answers.
"You figured out why we were all mad on Thursday."
I nodded.
"And you fixed it with Traci on Saturday."
"Sunday," I corrected.
"And you let me be mad for two more days."I knew that was the question, even though it didn't sound like one. "We have a weird relationship. I think it helps us to get mad now and then."
Tami thought about that, then nodded.
"What's the other question?" I asked after a minute of silence.
"Does that door have a lock on it?"
* * *
"You guys gonna leave before lunch tomorrow?" Tami asked the next day as she, Robbie, and I stood in line outside the cafeteria.
"I think so," Robbie said and looked at me.
I shrugged. I hadn't heard.
"I was talking to Mr. Mulino yesterday. He thinks school Friday is going to be like a ghost town. He figures three-quarters of the student body is going to Tacoma for the game," I said.
"He should just cancel it then," Robbie said.
"You'd think," I agreed.
"Guess what?" Tami said. "I heard Robby and Ashley talking in complete sentences."
I slapped Robbie on the back. "Congratulations. Complete sentences."
"The other Robby, you jackass."
"Oh." I leaned forward and whispered, "Does this mean you're dumped?"
"Yep," she whispered back. "Do you want to console me?"
I grinned. "I can see if B-4 is available."
Tami turned deep red. Robbie looked blank. Life is good.
* * *
The weather was cooperating so that Tami and I could take our last evening walk for a while. Tomorrow the team would leave about eleven and spend the night in Tacoma. Friday was the game. And I mean THE game. We'd come back Saturday.
It was cool, but we wore sweatshirts without jackets. My hand was in its accustomed place in her back pocket, and her hand was in mine.
All was right with the world.
So it was time to push my luck.
"Remember in the eighth grade when I went to the Halloween Bowl?"
"I remember you spent the bus trip down making out with Robbie."
"Funny that should be the first thing you think of."
"You didn't!" she said, stopping and pulling away to look at me. "Did you spend the bus ride last week making out with Robbie?"
"Of course not," I said with a laugh. "She was mad at me too. I made out with Darlene."
"Darlene?"
"And Allie."
"Allie?"
"Paula and Bambi too."
Tami came to an abrupt stop. "You made out with four cheerleaders on the bus?"
"The other four weren't interested."
Tami took a few seconds to process the information. "They don't know what they were missing," she said finally, and started walking again. I fell into step and our hands found their accustomed places. "Did you, uh, did you sleep with anybody?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"You did?"
"Yeah, Larry," I said, putting her out of her misery. "He snores."
"Four cheerleaders. I'm surprised you had anything left for the game Friday."
I pulled her closer as we walked. "That's why I think I'll cut back to two tomorrow."
Tami giggled. "Darlene and Allie?"
I nodded, then realized that Tami was looking up at the starry sky and couldn't see me. "Probably. Paula and Bambi's hearts just weren't in it." Then I told her about the trip, and how Paula and Bambi had played along.
"Maybe Mikee will make cheerleading next year. That'll give you another one."
I grinned. "Remember yesterday, when I said our relationship was weird?"
Tami nodded.
"I'm beginning to think that weird isn't a strong enough word."
Chapter 46
"I'll take two."
Mike slid a card off the deck and across the bed. I lifted the corner. A ten. He slid me another card. I peeked. Another ten. Life is good. Larry took one, then Mike didn't take any.
Jimmy Prescott made a disgusted sound and tossed his cards in the middle. Phil Barnes laughed, then opened for a nickel.
I looked confident as I picked up my cards and fanned them out. I took a quick look, then folded them together again. I smiled and picked up a quarter. I hesitated, dropped the quarter and tossed in a nickel. "I call." I knew Mike would build the pot.
Larry tossed in a nickel, then another dime.
Mike grinned and put in fifteen cents, then another twenty-five.
Somebody knocked as I watched Phil. His hand hovered over his change. He only had two quarters there. Finally, he tossed his cards into the middle, along with a comment I won't repeat.
Jimmy got off the bed and went to the door. "Hi, Coach," he said after opening it. The coach walked into the motel room. I tried to look thoughtful as I tossed in thirty-five cents. Then I smiled as fakely as I could and tossed in another quarter.
Larry studied me, then tossed two quarters of his own.
Mike didn't hesitate. He flipped a fifty-cent piece up in the air, and it landed in the pot. Then he added another. I felt a large body behind me as I studied the pot, I knew the coach was watching.
I got a thing for Kennedys. I wanted Mike's. I added seven quarters without a pause. Larry folded. Mike dropped a dollar bill in the pot. His hand hovered over another. He looked at me, I looked calmly back. "Call."
I laid down my cards. "Three kings."
"Ha!" Mike said, triumphantly.
I fanned my cards out a little more. "And a pair of tens."
Mike looked stunned, like he'd just been sacked by Monster Girl. He tossed down his cards, full house, sixes over fours. I raked in the pot.
"Sims, I might have known," the coach said. I wasn't sure if he meant the gambling or the winning.
"Just a little math lesson."
"And the money?" the coach asked.
"Unimportant. Just a way to see who's learning and who needs more tutoring." I glanced over at Mike and he glared back. Poker had been his idea. I was up about twenty bucks for the afternoon.
"Okay, guys, enough homework."
The coach made a funny?
"We're heading to Sizzler for dinner," he continued. "In the lobby in five.
I stood and stretched.
"Not you, Sims. You're staying here."
"What? Why? How long?"
"You stay here."
Mike grinned.
"But... For how long?"
"You'll know."
Larry and Jimmy shrugged as they looked at me but grabbed their jackets and followed the coach. Phil went next and Mike last. "Just can't stay out of trouble, can ya?" he said as he closed the door.
I stared at the closed door. Now what? There was a Denny's next to the motel. I could go over there if I got hungry, I looked down at the bed. After all, dinner was on Mike. But how long was I supposed to stand here?
Why was I standing here? Was it about the poker game? The other guys were playing too. I won, but the whole thing was Mike's idea. Now what?
I started gathering my winnings while I tried to figure that out. As I was dumping the loose change, minus the Kennedy fifties and the dollar bill, into my backpack, there was another knock on the door.
"Yes?" I called.
"Ya want dinner?" a distorted voice called through the door.
"I..." I pulled the door open. "Oh, fuck!"
"Tony, your language," Tami laughed.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to watch you play football, if you're not too busy with cheerleaders."
"I, uh, I meant, I thought you were coming tomorrow with Traci and the folks."
"I got a different ride."
"Who?"
"Just someone I know." I could tell Tami didn't want to say any more right then, so I dropped it.
"I can't believe you're here." I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. My mouth found hers. We were half-in, half-out of the door and an elderly couple was passing. The man gave us a disapproving glare, but his wife smiled and winked.
"I needed that," Tami said a minute later. "It was a long drive."
"When did you get here?" I asked, not letting go of her.
"About ten minutes ago. I saw Coach Branson in the lobby and asked him if I could shanghai you."
"Remind me to put the man back on my Christmas card list."
"You ready for dinner? I'm starving."
It occurred to me that I had a motel room that would be empty for at least an hour, but I nodded. "The team went to Sizzler. I suppose we could get a taxi."
"I like Outback better. I used to go out with a guy who played on their Babe Ruth team. Besides, I don't feel like sharing you."
I grinned. "Let's go down to the desk. They can call us a taxi."
"The motel has a shuttle. It should be waiting for us."
"You have this all planned," I accused.
"That's not all I have planned, if you're good."
* * *
We got back about nine.
There were a dozen football players and all the cheerleaders hanging out in the lobby when we came in.
Robbie saw Tami and came over to give her a hug. Then Darlene and Allie too. We hung out and talked for about a half-hour, then headed upstairs.
Larry lay sprawled on his bed, reading Garrison Allen's Movie Cat. His mp3 player was plugged into some portable speakers and playing something ragtime. "Hi, guys," he said when he looked up. "The coach had a message for you."
"Yeah?"
"He said to tell you he was tired and wasn't going to do a bed check, but to get lots of sleep. The team's meeting in the lobby at ten to go to breakfast next door." He was looking at Tami as he said it. Without looking, I knew she was blushing.
"Obvious, aren't we?" I asked, knowing from an afternoon of watching that poker game-face that Larry had a card, a queen, hidden up his sleeve.
Larry shrugged. "Well, I figured that way my snoring wouldn't bother you."
I grinned. "Larry, you're a saint. And just which cheerleader were you planning to do bible study with?"
Larry blushed, and Tami's elbow hit me in the side at the same time.
"It's not a cheerleader?" I blurted out.
"He's quick," a voice said behind me. "No wonder you like him." Robbie pushed past us and sat on the bed next to Larry.
"Robbie? Why..."
Tami reached over, turned my head, and kissed me. "The only way you're ever going to get your foot out of your mouth is to shut up.I nodded and kissed her again.
"Get your stuff. My room's just down the hall," she said.
"You're alone?"
"Sort of."
I wondered for a second if she'd brought Mikee or Kelly, but when we got to her room a couple of minutes later, it was empty. Just her suitcase sitting on the king bed.
"The coach wants you in bed early. I hope you're not going to disappoint him."
* * *
There's something especially nice about waking up with a soft bundle of Tami in your arms. I don't want to sound like I'm in touch with my feminine side or any nonsense, but it's just nice.
I opened my eyes. She was looking at me. "Good morning. Sleep well?" I asked before kissing the tip of her nose.
"Not really. The first few hours, somebody kept waking me up and sticking hard things into me."
"I seem to remember somebody waking me about two and wanting some attention." "That was different," she protested.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm the girl and you're the guy."
"I should have known."
"You really should have," she agreed. "I thought you were smarter than that."
"If you keep doing that, you're gonna be complaining about hard things again." Tami's hands were under the blankets, massaging my cock and balls.
"Who's complaining?"
I grinned and rolled onto my back, pulling Tami with me so that she was sitting on my hips. "Be gentle with me."
Tami smiled and reached down to grab the base of my big stick. She eased herself up, then guided Big Tony into his home-away-from-home. I grinned, thinking of our first time when she'd almost crushed my balls. Now it seemed so natural.
"You know, I read in sex ed that most guys prefer the missionary position, guy on top."
"Uh huh."
"I can never figure if you like this position cause you're sensitive to letting the girl be in control, or if you're just lazy."
"Bit of both."
"Oh, God!" She moaned and shuddered, and I knew Tami was already reaching her climax. Me, I could hardly believe that Big Tony was hard. We must have done it four or five times last night. Maybe six. I didn't know whether I could cum again, but I was glad Tami had.
Tami sagged against me, lying on my chest. I rolled again. On top, I started pumping. I might not cum, but maybe I could bring Tami off again. And again. And again.
Tami was having her second orgasm. I rolled onto my side, hugging her to me. I could stay like this forever.
Or maybe another thirty seconds before I had to hit the bathroom.
I pulled Big Tony gently from my love and rolled off the bed. Someday, sleeping with Tami wouldn't be unusual, but it would still be special.
I went to the bathroom and pissed. And pissed. It seemed to go on forever. I came back and found Tami sleeping. I stood and watched.
Chapter 47
"Are you an angel?" Tami asked when she finally opened her eyes twenty minutes later.
I grinned down at her. "I thought that was my line."
She smiled.
My weekend was made. Who cares about a silly state championship?
Tami folded down her blanket, and her tits became my whole world. Which is too bad, 'cause I was about to cure cancer. Then she folded it down further and I forgot all about her tits.
I crawled up between her legs and buried my face in her crotch.
Tami giggled. "Didn't you get enough?"
I licked down one side of her slit and up the other. "Have you?" I said, looking up her body with a smile.
She giggled, but slipped out from under me and ran to the bathroom.
I wondered if the coach would notice if I stayed here all day.
"So what's on the agenda today?" Tami asked as she padded back into the room.
"I thought I'd stay here in bed all day."
"Works for me," she said and crawled up on the bed next to me. "Of course, I had my heart set on sleeping with a state champion tonight, but I can always find out where the Pasco team is staying."
"Revised agenda. I guess I'm either winning a football game or beating up an entire football team."
"Works for me. Seriously, what's your schedule?"
"Well, we're supposed to meet for breakfast at ten. Then we're going to some athletic club for a little workout and to meet the Seahawks with the Cougars. We're supposed to be back here at two and have a couple of free hours, then we leave for the game about four. You are, of course, invited."
"Oh, boy, I could meet the Seahawks and the Cougars. I don't know if I can handle the excitement."
"Sarcasm. I've got to keep you away from Robbie."
"Phu-leese, I did know how to be sarcastic before Monster Girl came along."
I nodded. She may have known how, but didn't get nearly as much practice. "So you're just going to hang here?"
"I've got some plans, but maybe you could pencil me in at two."
"I don't know. I had cheerleaders scheduled from two to three. And groupies from three to four."
"You've got groupies?"
"I sing. I tackle. I pass. Of course I've got groupies."
Tami pretended to swoon. "I'm so lucky that you even talk to me."
"That you are," I agreed.
"Maybe you could squeeze me in between the cheerleaders and the groupies. I'd be so grateful." She reached down and started massaging my balls.
"How grateful?"
Her hand closed on my jewels and squeezed. "I just might let you keep these."
"I'll rearrange my schedule," I said quickly, and the squeeze turned back into a massage. Note to self: Never negotiate with unprotected testicles. "So what are you going to do till then?"
"I'll have breakfast with you, and then I'll go shopping or something while you meet the Seagulls."
"Seahawks," I said automatically, though I knew she knew the difference. "So how are we going to kill a couple hours until breakfast?"
"Maybe I can teach you to tell time."
What? I looked at the clock. It was ten till ten. I couldn't believe it was so late. We were in bed at ten.
"I've got to get back to my room and get dressed," I said, jumping up.
"You might want to shower too."
I made a face at her as I climbed into yesterday's clothes.
I raced down the hallway. Just as my hand reached for the doorknob of my room, it opened. Robbie and I looked at each other. "Can't talk now. Gotta run," we both said as she raced out and I raced in.
Larry was lying naked on the bed, looking dazed. I ignored him, grabbed some fresh clothes, and headed for the bathroom. In five minutes I was showered, deodorized, brushed, and dressed. Larry was still lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"You want me to tell the coach you're fasting?" I asked as I sat on the bed to tie my shoes.
"The coach! Oh, fuck!" he yelled, and rolled off the bed.
'There, but for the grace of God, go I,' I thought, as I tied my second shoe. Or maybe 'There, but for a girlfriend who can tell time, go I.'
"I'll tell coach you're too tired for breakfast," I yelled as I opened the door. "If you're lucky, he won't ask why." I closed the door before Larry could answer.
In the lobby, the coach and his assistants were standing by the front desk. The coach was drumming his fingers. I looked at the clock, straight up ten o'clock. I looked around. About half the team was here, including Robbie. I couldn't believe she'd beat me. And I couldn't believe how good she looked doing it.
The cheerleaders were all here. I wondered how many spent the night in the right rooms.
The elevator dinged, and I looked over. Tami and Mike got off. She was laughing at something he said. I was surprised, 'cause she didn't like him because of the way he treated Darlene. But then again, Tami tried to be nice to everyone.
Tami walked over, and I hugged her as if I hadn't seen her all night. I wondered if I was fooling anyone but myself.
* * *
Darlene, Allie, Robbie, and Larry shared breakfast with us at the next door Denny's. Robbie was her usual self, but Larry kept sneaking looks at her. Monster Girl strikes again.
Darlene and Allie were quiet until Tami asked, "Did you guys share him with Paula and Bambi again?" She timed it so that they both were sipping their milk. Darlene spit hers halfway across the table, and Allie swallowed wrong and started choking until Larry pounded her on the back a couple of times.
"She's very understanding," I explained. "She wouldn't even mind if she knew I was stroking your leg."
Darlene was sitting next to me. "But you're not..." She stopped when my hand settled halfway up her leg. You got to love those cheerleader outfits: short skirts and lots of leg.
After breakfast, Tami went back to the motel and the rest of us piled on the bus for the trip to the athletic club. The club was great. I think they had every piece of exercise equipment ever imagined.
We got there about eleven, and the Cougars were about twenty minutes behind us. For the next hour the two teams ran around the club trying everything. There was a lot of trash talk, but no trouble. After all this was Washington, not Chicago.
The Seahawks were scheduled to meet us at noon and managed to get there before one thirty. It was obvious that they had better things to do. At least, it was obvious after the cameras were off. One guy was on his cell to his agent about a cologne ad before the cameraman got his equipment off his shoulder.
There were only three who seemed to be actually interested in being there, and they weren't the three I would have expected.
* * *
Tami was in the lobby when we got back. Her hand slipped into my back pocket as we kissed, and it stayed there as we walked toward the elevator.
"I thought maybe you went straight to your cheerleaders," she said as she pushed the up button.
"Nah, I rescheduled the cheerleaders for three and the groupies for three-thirty. The damn Seahawks were over an hour late.The doors opened, and we stepped in, then got pushed to the back as a dozen of my team-mates joined us. A couple got off on the second floor, but most stayed with us to the third. After they'd stampeded off, Tami and I followed more sedately.
"Your room or mine?" I asked suggestively.
"Uh, mine." Her answer was less enthusiastic than I expected.
"Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no." She didn't say anything else as we walked down the hall to her door. She pulled her keycard out of her pocket and inserted it in the lock until the little light turned green. She pushed the handle down, and the door swung open. "One of your groupies wants to talk to you."
"I always have time for a groupie," I said and pushed her through the door. I swung the door closed with my foot and kissed her for real. As I did, my hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast through her bra.
"He..." she started a minute later.
"Oops. Sorry. All groupies must be female and between the ages of thirteen and twenty."
"One of your fans then. He..."
"Nope. All fans must be female and between twelve and thirty."
"That's very democratic of you," she said dryly.
"I thought so," I agreed.
"Okay, my dad wants to talk to you."
"Your dad?"
Tami nodded.
"He wants me to call him?"
Tami hesitated, then shook her head. "He's next door."
You know, my all-time favorite show is Mission: Impossible. The old ones from about sixty-nine with Peter Graves and Leonard Nimoy. My favorite part was the very end when the dictator or spy or general or whoever realized that he's been set up. I didn't know why that was flashing through my mind now.
"I don't have anything to say."
"Will you listen?"
I ignored the question. "Did he bring you here?" she nodded. "And he was in the room last night?" she nodded again.
Nine months ago, he was going to blow my kneecap off for calling myself Tami's boyfriend. I didn't want to think about what he'd want to blow off now.
"I think I'll go back to my room now. You and your father can spend some quality time together." I guessed that was safe. Tami always insisted that her dad had never hit her.
Tami stepped between me and the door. "Anthony Marion Sims! I love you, and you say you love me. I'm asking you to talk to my dad."
I stared at her face for a long time.
"Lady, you fight dirty."
"I learned from the best." She smiled, then added, "Robbie."
She reached out, and I took her hand. "Let's go." Why did I feel like a priest should be following me, reading scripture?
We went next door and knocked. "It's us, Daddy," Tami called.
"Come in."
Tami smiled at me before putting her hand on the door handle. "You ready?"
No! Not even. I want to go hang by the pool with the cheerleaders. "Let's do it."
Tami opened the door, and I saw Daddy. I hadn't forgotten how big he was, but I'd tried. I'd called him King Kong. Now, standing in front of him, I was thinking more like Godzilla.
"Daddy, this is Tony."
"I remember," he said, his voice neutral.
Now I was supposed to talk. What to say? I could go with the standard, 'Nice to meet you,' or 'Good to see you again,' but both would be lying through my teeth. The man beat his wife. There was nothing nice or good about this. He'd be in jail if I'd had the guts to say no to Tami.
"Uh, hi."
The silence after that was like a huge weight. We stood there, not moving, not talking.
King Kong finally broke the spell. "Baby, maybe this would be easier if you waited in your room?"
I wanted to volunteer to wait in her room.
Tami looked at me. "Daddy, I'm not sure..."
He smiled down at her. "It'll be okay."
She looked from her dad to me, then back at Daddy. "Promise?"
"I promise."
Tami turned toward me and held out both hands. I took them, and she squeezed. Then she smiled and was gone. I took a deep breath and looked back at King Kong.
"Tony, would you sit down?" he asked, pointing at the bed. I wanted to stay on my feet. It would make it easier to run. "Please?"
I walked to the bed and sat down. King Kong walked to the window and looked outside. I could see that the sky had turned darker. There was a flag in the distance that was whipping furiously in the wind.
"My little girl loves you."
I figured that was enough talk right there.
"That must mean you're something special."
Now comes the part where he threatens, 'if I ever hurt her.'
"I think you're special too."
Huh?
"You came charging to the rescue when you thought Tami and her mom were in trouble. That means a lot to me. Even though I was the trouble. That says a lot about the kind of person you are, and the kind of feelings that you have for Tami.
"You may not believe this, but I am so glad that you stopped me when you did. I was so mad that night that I don't know what I would have done. I still love Tami's mom. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to her. Especially if I was that something."
"How can you say you love someone and hurt them?" I asked, knowing I should keep my mouth shut.
King Kong turned and looked down at me. I figured I could be off the bed and out the door in a second or less. "I don't know," he said and turned back to the window. "I just don't know."
For a second, I almost felt sorry for him. Then I remembered the look on Tami's mom's face when he had his hand on her throat.
"The department has a shrink, and I've been talking to him ever since I went home. I'm trying to understand, but I don't."
"So you're still a cop?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I am. It's important to me that you understand. I had three things in my life that were important to me. They were what my life was all about: being a cop, Bonny, and Tami. I almost lost all three."
"I know that I've lost Bonny. And I almost lost Tami. And I could have lost being a cop, if not for you dropping the charges. That's why I finally went to counseling."
"I didn't do it for you. I did it for Tami."
He turned and looked at me again. "And I'll bet you didn't like it a bit."
"I'm still not sure it was the right thing to do."
"The right thing can be elusive at times," he agreed, looking back at the sky. "Tami talks about you constantly. She really wanted me to watch you play today."
Another one of those what-do-you-say moments.
"She says she's gonna marry you."
"That's the plan."
I think he smiled, but with his back to me, it was hard to tell. "She could do worse," he said to the window.
I decided to take that as a compliment.
"The head doctor seemed to think that talking to you was part of the process."
"Is it helping?"
"I don't know. Part of me wants to throw you through this window. The guy who took my little girl's innocence."
I looked at the door and judged the distance again.
"But part of me realizes just how happy she is. She was never that happy when we lived as a family."
I felt that I should say something here, but my throat was too dry and my brain too numb.
He turned and walked to the bed, towering over me. He held his hand down to me. "I was hoping you'd shake my hand."
I looked up at him. King Kong. Godzilla. It wasn't hard to imagine him with a rubber hose in a back room.
"No," I said, standing and ignoring his outstretched hand. I reminded myself of the fine line between brave and stupid.
"No?"
"There's a lot of things I'll do just because I love Tami. Shaking your hand isn't one of them."
He looked down at his extended hand. Slowly, he let it drop to his side. "I understand."
"I'm not sure you do. I'd be happy to, proud to, shake the hand of the man that Tami sees when she looks at you. I'm hoping to meet that man someday. And shake his hand."
King Kong walked back to the window. He didn't look as big anymore.
I let myself out of the room, wondering how somebody could go so wrong. 'There but for the grace of God, go I.' That could never be me, grace of God or not. I knew it couldn't.
In the hall, I turned away from Tami's door and walked to the stairs. I climbed up and through the door marked STAFF ONLY. Outside, I stood and looked at the building storm. A few raindrops hit me, and a snowflake. Mostly the wind tried to rip my clothes off.
I wondered if Tami and I could go to Honolulu and hire a boat for a three-hour tour. Life would be so much simpler without other people.
Chapter 48
The ref blew his whistle, and the battle for the state championship was on. We ran forward. Jimmy kicked the ball, and we watched it sail through the air deep into the Cougar backfield. I looked out of the corner of my eye. Robbie was streaking ahead on the left, and Larry and Jimmy were in the center. The idea was simple: get to the ball fast and force a turnover. A blocker came up in front of me. I hit him, spun to my right, and kept going.
I picked up on the ball and put on the speed, but another blocker hit me from the side, and I almost lost my balance. By the time I regained it, Larry was all over the guy. The ball went loose, and there was Robbie scooping it up. Before she could take a step, two Cougars hit her. She went down hard, but held onto the ball.
The story of the first half was turnover. I'm pretty sure we set a state record for turnovers in the first quarter, and the second quarter was worse. When the gun signaled the end of the half, there were nine interceptions. Mike had thrown three, and Robbie one.
I not only didn't have any interceptions charged against me, I led the game in passing yards. Twelve. That's for the half. It was obvious that the battle was going to be on the ground.
But on the ground wasn't much better. Eighteen fumbles, nine for each side. It was like the battle for the Eastern front in World War Two.We gained a yard, we lost a yard.
At least the sports writers were wrong. With a nothing to nothing score as we trudged toward the locker rooms, the Cougars weren't dominating anything.
It was one of the quietest half-time locker rooms I'd ever been in. We weren't whipped, we were determined. We didn't need rah-rah. We just had to go back out and fight for every yard.
Robbie motioned to me, and we found a private spot between rows of lockers. "Hold me," she asked quietly.
Hugging a girl when you're wearing full pads isn't very satisfying. When she's in pads, too, it's downright frustrating. But I held her.
"I want it so bad." I knew she meant the game and not anything with me.
"Shhhush. Just relax. Try to remember that in the real world, we're not even supposed to be here yet. We're just sophomores."
"That doesn't help," she said and held me tighter.
"How about this: if we lose, we blame everything on Mike."
Robbie laughed. "Works for me." She let go and stepped back. "Are we going to lose?"
I knew she wasn't looking for confidence building. I shrugged. "We're good, so are they. We want it, so do they. It may come down to luck. I'm just glad to be playing ball."
"That's what I like about you. You see the big picture."
"It's not a big picture, it's a very small one. I like what I'm doing. It's all about me. How far can I push myself? I guess I'm an individual in a team sport. That's why baseball is my favorite sport, it's the most individual team sport there is. Don't get me wrong, I like to win. Hell, I love to win. But this is about me looking good."
Robbie grinned. "You're so full of it."
"Ready to play some football?"
"Yeah, I think I am. But I still want to win."
"Well if Monster Girl wants to win, it's all over. The Cougars might as well go home."
* * *
The Cougars kicked off to start the second half.
Mike was supposed to take the kickoff, but Robbie accidentally bumped him out of the way and caught the ball. Larry and I jumped in front of her, and the phalanx charged forward to the Cougar forty-nine. As I helped Robbie back to her feet, I noticed Mike still standing on our twenty, watching.
The next play I took the hike and faded back. I was supposed to hand off to Mike, but saw Robbie was open and fired a short five-yard pass to her. Monster Girl found a hole and added eight yards to our total.
Mike grabbed my face mask. "That wasn't the play."
I grinned. "That's a first down. Want to ask the ref to call it back?"
We set up again. I took the hike, faded back. Robbie and Mike were in motion. The plan was fake to Robbie and hand-off to superstar. I slammed the ball into Robbie's gut. Our line shifted right to cover Mike. Their line shifted to cover ours, and Robbie punched out another nine yards.
"That wasn't the play I sent in," the coach yelled when I trotted to the sidelines a minute later.
"It worked. We're second down with a yard to go."
"I send in plays for a reason."
"Robbie's on fire. I saw openings, I exploited them."
"Sit!" he pointed toward the bench.
I sat and watched Mike get thrown for a six-yard loss.
Third and seven. Mike took the snap, faded back, then instead of the handoff to Robbie, he tucked the ball in and headed toward our sideline. Unfortunately, so did two of the largest tackles I'd ever seen. I wondered if they had Sasquatch blood. Mike reversed and headed the other way. Another Cougar broke through our line and headed right at him. Mike reversed again, and all three of them hit him at once.
As I watched them climb off our star quarterback, I almost felt sorry for him. That lasted until he got back to the huddle and I heard him yell "...block for a change."
"Sims!" The coach yelled, and I jumped off the bench.
"Yes, Coach."
"You're in for Mike. We're going to punt.
I popped off a snappy salute and rushed onto the field, pulling my helmet on as I ran. I got to the huddle and tapped Mike on the shoulder. He looked up, and I jerked my thumb over my shoulder toward the sideline. He nodded and trotted off.
"Okay, ladies and Monster Girls, We're gonna punt on two or Monster them on thirteen."
"Is that what the coach called?" Jake Avery asked.
"Who's the quarterback here?" I asked with a grin.
Jake shook his head. "You are, at least, for one more play."
"On the punt, get down field as fast as you can and stop them hard. They don't cross the fifty. Right?" I looked around the huddle, everybody nodded. "Let's do it." We clapped and rushed to our positions.
Robbie hung back. "You sure about this?"
I smiled. "Can you get me a first down?"
She grinned back. "Can you get me the ball?"
We set up, Jake at center. Mark Russell, who had the only decent foot on the team, was about six yards behind him. I was three yards from the line and a yard-and-a half to the right.
"Down!" I looked around. "Set!" I saw Robbie at the far end across from one of the Sasquatch twins. "Fourteen!" Their backfield was spread out waiting for the punt. "Eleven!" Well, thirteen always was my lucky number. "Thirteen!"
Jake snapped the ball diagonally to me. I caught it, shifted it until I could feel the threads. Mark took two steps forward and kicked thin air. I pulled the ball up by my ear and fired a short pass.
Robbie hit Sasquatch with her left shoulder, then rolled right and to the side of him. She reached up in the air and pulled the ball down and into her side. She'd gotten three good steps before anyone knew she had the ball.
Robbie took about three more steps, then jerked to the right just as one of the Cougars dived for her legs. He missed, and she spun out of another defender's reach and started running toward the sideline. A Cougar grabbed her by the shoulder pads from the back, but she refused to go down. She took a step, then another, dragging him along.
Another Cougar hit her from the side, and she almost went down, but managed to struggle up. The player on her back had been knocked off. She jumped over a player diving for her knees and managed another five steps before the Cougar quarterback nailed her right in the chest and knocked her onto her back.
Seventeen yards. We had our first down with four yards to spare. I might actually get to play some more ball.
The Pasco coach was yelling that she'd gone down, her knee had touched, but all three officials were shaking him off.
I rushed to Robbie. "You okay?"
She smiled weakly. "You got me the ball."
I grinned back. "You got me the first down."
She slapped me on the back and started to jog toward the huddle, but she looked a little shaky.
Mike was running onto the field pointing at me.
I nodded, then looked toward the sideline and caught the coach's eye. I pointed toward Robbie, then toward the sideline. He nodded, and called up Cory Wood to replace her.
I ran toward Robbie, caught up, and steered her toward the sidelines. I parked her on a bench and ran to the coach.
He grabbed my face mask and pulled me close until his forehead was almost touching my helmet. "What do you think you're doing out there?" he yelled.
"Playing football," I yelled back. "Ya see an opening, you go for it."
The coach stared, then jerked me forward, his head bumping my helmet. "Good job. Go make sure she's all there."
I grinned and nodded.
I sat next to Robbie, putting my arm around her. "How's my Monster Girl?"
"Okay," she said without enthusiasm. "How come I always get tackled by guys bigger than me?"
"I don't know. Maybe because you're the smallest person on both teams."
"Doesn't seem fair."
"If it was any more fair, they'd outlaw you."
"I say we call it a draw, and you and I go jump in a hot tub."
"That is the best plan I've heard today. Think you can sell them on it?" I pointed to the opposite sideline.
"Damn competitive bastards," she muttered.
I laughed at Monster Girl calling anyone competitive.
"It's been a long season," she sighed.
"It's not over yet. You think next year we should throw a game or two so we don't have to mess with play-offs?"
"Bite your tongue," Robbie said with a laugh.
I glanced at the field. "Thirty-nine right," I said before looking back at Robbie. "I think I'll let you bite it for me."
She watched the play unfold. Mike gained three yards, third and seven.
"So what are you going to do with yourself without football or the play?" I asked as the team huddled again.
"I don't know. What's next?" She nodded toward the field.
"Twenty-two left."
"I suppose I could catch up on my homework," she mused.
"Like you're behind," I scoffed.
"I'm not behind, I'm just not as far ahead as I'd like."
I nodded and we watched the play on the field. We gained another two yards.
"Punt," we said together.
"That's a given," I added.
"Unless you're on the field," Robbie accused.
"Sometimes I even surprise myself."
Robbie looked at me thoughtfully, then we watched the game. Pasco received the kick and brought the ball back out to our thirty-yard line.
Our defense did a hell of a job, and four downs later the Cougars punted. Mike took the kick on our forty and ran it back to their forty-nine. So far we were keeping the game on their half of the field.
"Okay, hotshot," Robbie challenged. "What's he gonna run now?"
"Eighteen to Brian," I said confidently.
We watched as Mike executed number eighteen in our playbook. The pass to Brian was blocked by a Cougar defender.
Robbie looked at me.
I shrugged. "Probably twenty-three left or he might get tricky and go seven tackle eligible."
Robbie got off the bench and wandered over to the coach. A second later he yelled, "Sims!"
I jumped up and hurried over."Tate says you think Mike is predictable."
"I'm not complaining," I explained, wondering why Robbie would rat me out like that. "Mike's doing a great job. The Cougars have to be the toughest team in the state."
"Sims..." he paused while we watched the play, twenty-three left. Mike gained four yards. Second and six.
"What's next?"
"I don't know, I'm just guessing."
"Sims!"
I sighed. "He'll probably go thirty-nine right again."
"Do you know what the play is when I send it in?"
"About half the time," I admitted.
The coach shook his head. "No wonder we can't get anywhere. We're predictable, and they've studied us."
"Our big plays have come when Tony was out there," Robbie added. "Even he doesn't know what he's going to do next."
The team ran thirty-nine right and gained two whole yards. Third and four.
The coach slapped our backs. "You're in."
I pulled my helmet on as we ran out. I tapped Mike, while Robbie called out her guy. I leaned into the huddle. "Okay guys, thirty-one right. Robbie, you're a distraction. Next play, no huddle. Robbie, you take it, what's up?"
She nodded, "Fourteen. Brian you're the man."
Brian grinned and nodded.
We clapped and headed for our spots. On the snap, Robbie took off and streaked down the field, three Cougars trying to pace her. Brian was about five yards down the opposite sideline. I sent the ball spiraling right into his arms. He caught it easily and got another four yards before getting bumped out of bounds. First down on the thirty-five.
No huddle. Jake hiked the ball almost before the Cougars knew what was happening. Robbie took the snap, took three steps back, the ball coming up by her ear. This time, it was my turn to sprint down the left side, then button hook back toward the center. Robbie faked a passing motion toward me, then underhanded it to Brian. He caught it and plunged straight up the middle, making five yards.
We trotted back to the huddle. "Okay ladies, thirty more yards and we put some numbers on that big scoreboard. Forty-four. Brian, you're gonna get a workout." He nodded. "Then we go no huddle with Robbie in the slot running sixty-nine."
We clapped and broke.
Jake snapped the ball. I took three steps back, looked for Brian, and found one of the Sasquatch twins sitting on my chest. Note to self: ouch.
No huddle, we set up and Robbie called the count. On four, Jake snapped the ball. I started from the left and ran behind Robbie. She slapped the ball in my stomach but didn't let go. I passed Brian coming from the right side. Robbie faked the handoff to him too, then plowed up the middle.
First down on the Cougar twenty.
Three more plays and we only made four yards. The damn Sasquatch Twins seemed to be everywhere. Maybe we could get the refs to check their birth certificates. They probably went to UW.
We got back to the huddle, fourth and six.
"We gonna punt?" Robbie asked.
"Hell no. Jake, you make a touchdown this year?" Jake shook his head. "Here's your chance. On two."
We hustled out of the huddle. "Fourteen!" The Cougars could see we weren't gonna punt. "Six!" Robbie was in motion, running behind me from the left side. "Two!" Jake snapped the ball between his legs. I touched it, then took three steps back, looking for Robbie. Jake pulled the ball back to his stomach and blocked the Cougar in front of him. The Cougar saw a hole open up between Jake and Doug and rushed through it, crashing into me before I could pass my imaginary ball. Jake started running. A Cougar brought him down on the eleven, a yard short of our first down.
The third quarter ended with nobody on the scoreboard, but we hadn't let the Cougars past the fifty.
Mike went back in when we got the ball, but the coach had gotten through to him about being predictable, cause now, even I didn't know what he was going to do.
But both teams were getting tired. The fourth quarter turned into a dance, up and down the field. The Cougars got within five before we stopped them, then we fought back to their ten.
With four minutes left, we'd fought our way to their twenty and the coach decided to go for the field goal. I called the count, "Sixteen, fourteen, seven!" Jake snapped the ball. I caught it and centered it on the ground. Mark ran up and booted it right down the center. I stood, and we watched it sail through the air--right into the damned crossbar--and bounce back.
As I jogged off the field, I wondered if maybe we could raid the soccer team for a kicker. Hell, even the girl's soccer team. None of us could kick worth a damn.
At the two-minute mark, the Cougars had gotten to our twenty-five and tried their own kick. It was perfect as it sailed right between the uprights. Pasco was on the board and we had one hundred and eleven seconds to get there too.
Mike, Robbie, and I jogged out to the field. Halfway there, I clapped Mike on the back. "After tonight, I'll be the quarterback for this team," I said with a sneer. I sped up before he could reply.
Mike glared at me in the huddle. He called for twenty-one right on two. On the snap, he faded back and fired a bullet right into Robbie's arms. She ran out-of-bounds before she could get tackled and stopped the clock. First down on our twenty. I ran off the field and told Cory to go in for me.
"What are you doing here?" the coach growled.
"Mike's not going to use me. Might as well let Cory get some playing time."
"Now what?" His exasperation showing.
"This is a good thing," I said. "I hope," I added under my breath.
I watched as Mike took the snap and plowed through the Cougar line for another seven yards. But the clock was ticking away. Forty-four seconds.
We didn't huddle. Mike called a fast count, Jake hiked it right into his hands, Robbie was streaking down the field. Mike launched the ball high in the air. I watched as it came down right where Robbie was. A Cougar brought her down before she could get out. First down on the Cougar thirty-two, but only twenty-eight seconds and the clock was ticking down.
Mike didn't huddle. He called something I couldn't hear, and the team took their positions. Another short count and Mike took the snap. He pretended to hand-off to Robbie, then fired an eight-yard bullet right to the waiting Brian. Brian made another six yards before running out of bounds. First down on the eighteen, but at least the damned clock had stopped. I looked up. Fifteen seconds.
One, maybe two plays and eighteen yards. It was doable.
The team huddled, and I saw Robbie point toward me, but Mike shook his head. They broke and headed for their positions. Jake snapped the ball. Mike faked the handoff to Brian, then slapped the ball into Robbie's stomach.
Robbie sprinted toward the sideline, then turned toward the goal, making nine yards before running out-of-bounds. We were second and one, but more important, we were nine yards from the state championship. Three seconds on the clock.
A field goal would tie it up, but even from this distance our kicking was too iffy. I saw the coach signal to Mike to go for it.
This was what football was all about. One play for the state championship.
"He's gonna run it himself," I said.
"What?" the coach asked, standing beside me.
I hadn't even realized that I'd spoken out loud. I wasn't sure if the coach was asking what I said or why I said it. I decided to answer the second.
"We've seen the same movie." The Replacements. Gene Hackman to Keanu Reeves. "A winner always wants the ball."
Which was okay, unless they showed the movie in Pasco too.
Mike took the hike, faked a handoff to Robbie, then tucked the ball under his arm and started running. At first it seemed to be working. Most of the defense seemed to be keyed on Robbie.
Mike was past the line of scrimmage.
The defense realized that Robbie didn't have the ball and looked around.
Mike was at the seven.
The Cougars picked up on the ball.
Mike was at the six.
The whole Cougar team seemed to be homing in on him.
The five.
The Sasquatch Twins were out in front of the mob. They were big, but they could move.
The four.
It was going to be close.
The three.
I could see Sasquatch number one getting ready to lunge.
The two.
Sasquatch number one launched himself toward Mike's knees. Number two launched toward Mike's chest. Mike leaped toward the goal line.
The three of them hit in the air and went down. Three more Cougars joined the pile. Part of the pile was over the goal, but where was Mike? And where was the ball?
The refs all came running up, and slowly the pile unpiled itself. Then the head ref was looking at the stands, his arms over his head and waving. No touchdown. Mike was less than six inches from the chalk line, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. We lost.
Bedlam. A small word, only six letters. But that's what the field became. Hundreds of Pasco fans poured onto the field, surrounding their team. Our team slunk toward our sidelines.
It took almost fifteen minutes before the state officials could restore enough order to present us our two-foot trophy and Pasco their five-foot one. Then the two teams lined up and shook hands. Robbie had taken off her helmet and shaken out her hair, and it was obvious that most of the Pasco players wanted to do more than shake her hand.
As we went back toward our sideline, I walked over to Mike and held out my hand. "Great game. Especially that last drive."
Mike ignored my hand and turned toward me. "Remember this," he said and I sensed his fist coming toward my stomach and tensed up just in time. "There's only one quarterback on this team.I doubled over as the air left my lungs before I was done with it.
I stood back up, taking small breaths. "That was fun. Want to try it again?"
Mike looked surprised.
Robbie came up next to him. "If you were half as smart as you think you are, you'd realize that Tony was making you mad to get you at the top of your game. And it worked."
Mike's face fell as he realized what she was saying.
Robbie reached down and, with her fist, rapped on Mike's protective cup. "And sucker punch one of my friends again, and I'll make you a eunuch."
Mike turned white and walked away. I hoped he believed her. I know I did. The team was sitting and standing around the benches, looking like they'd just heard that the cheerleaders were going to start wearing parkas and snow pants instead of short skirts.
"What is your problem?" I asked.
They looked at me, but nobody said anything. "You're bummed because we're the second-best team in the state? Last year we lost more games than we won; this year we lost one. And the one we lost was by inches. And people will talk about that last drive for years."
Larry stood up. "Goddamned sophomores. Don't even know enough to be depressed."
"He's a sophomore?" I looked behind me and saw the Cougar quarterback.
"They both are," Larry said, pointing to Robbie beside me.
"I'm glad I'm a senior then. I just wanted to tell you guys that you're the toughest team we've ever faced. This was a hell of a championship."
Most of the team perked up at the compliment.
He looked at Robbie. "Ever date quarterbacks?"
"Him," she said, hooking her thumb at me.
"Ever consider moving to Pasco?"
"No way. But maybe I'll visit." She stepped forward and wrapped her arm around him and kissed him. Hard. And long.
"Oh, God!" he moaned when she let loose.
"Holy shit!" Larry said with a grin. "If you'd done him like that before the game, we'd be the champs now.""A couple of years ago, a bright, cute girl was explaining why gymnastics was better than football or baseball. She said, 'In gymnastics, no matter how good you get, you can always try to get better.'"
"I said that?" Kelly asked, sounding surprised that I'd remembered.
"You think she's cute?" a blond who was all the way down asked.
"She was. She outgrew it."
Kelly stuck her tongue out.
"Since gymnastics is all about pushing limits..." I walked over to the wall and picked up four pieces of hard foam. I came back and started putting them under the front foot of the gymnasts who had their splits. The first three got foam blocks that were about six inches square. As I lifted their foot to slide the foam under, their hips lifted, and they started to press down and obviously felt some of the strain the other girls were in.
The last block was about twelve inches square.
"No way," Kelly said as I started lifting her foot.
I lifted her foot higher. "You showed me one of your gymnastics magazines last summer, there was a picture of a gymnast with her foot on a chair. That's twice as high as this, and her split was all the way down."
Kelly nodded reluctantly, and I slid the foam under her heel and set her foot down.
Point for my side.
"I thought there were nine of you," I said.
"Candice quit," one of the girls explained. "She'd never done gymnastics before."
"Neither has Traci," Tami pointed out.
The girl shrugged.
"Relax," Miss Calloway said. The girls got out of their splits and shook out their legs, then stood and jumped a couple times. "Second side." The girls got down on their knees, put their other foot in front, and slid down into the splits. Three of the four girls who were all the way down on the first side were still all the way down, so I went around and lifted their feet onto their blocks. I learned later that the girls did their best side first. "Introduce yourselves," Miss Calloway suggested.
"I'm Stephy Ward. I'm an eighth grader, and I'm on the team in town as a level seven. I've been doing this since I was four." The girl was the smallest in the group, and I was surprised that she was an eighth grader. She had medium length brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and a chest without a single bump. She was one who had her splits.
"Oh, and I do all four," she added. Tami had explained that in high school and middle school gymnastics, the team would have six girls compete each event, and the top five scores would count for the team. Usually, one or two of the girls would be all-around, would do all four events. The rest specialized in just one or two. In club gymnastics, like the team in town, almost all gymnasts competed all-around.
"I'm Rachel Clark. I'm in seventh. I'm a five in town. I do beam and floor. I've been in gymnastics two years." Rachel was a blond, her hair cut so short that she didn't need a ponytail. Rachel also had her splits.
"I'm Kelly Temple," Kelly said with a grin. "I'm a seventh grader and a level six. I'm the other all-arounder."
"You forgot to mention that you're a pain, but have two beautiful sisters." Kelly stuck her tongue out at me.
I looked at Tami. "Remind me later to ask Miss Calloway if I can give out those penalty laps." Tami nodded, and Miss Calloway, who was sitting two feet away, smiled.
"I'm Brianna Lane. I vault. I'm in seventh, and I used to be on the team in town, but I dropped out, I hate the bars." Brianna was a strawberry blond, hair medium short and a Pebbles Flintstone ponytail coming out of the top of her head.
"I'm Susie Calloway. No relation," she said, nodding at Miss Calloway.
"How about Coach Calloway at the high school?" I asked.
"He's my uncle."
"Then you're Ricky's cousin."
"No. He's mine."
"He's a good friend of mine."
"I know. He says you'd be a great baseball player if you'd stop getting suspended during baseball season."
I felt my face getting red, but couldn't stop it. Several of the girls giggled.
"I do bars and vault," Susie continued. "I used to be on the team, but had to drop out when I didn't keep my grades up." Susie was blond and had stereo ponytails.
"I'm Miranda Williams. I do vault, bars and floor. I hate the beam. I'm a six in town and an eighth grader." Miranda had black hair in a loose ponytail.
"I'm Maria Hernandez. I do beam and floor. I'm in eighth. I was on the team before I started playing soccer." Maria was Hispanic, like her name suggested, and beautiful, kind of like Catherine Zeta-Jones in the Zorro movie.
Traci grinned. "I'm Traci Sims. I've never done gymnastics before, but I've got a big brother who's a superstar athlete and wanted to try this. I'm learning beam."
I nodded. "If I added right, that's five on vault, beam and floor. And four on bars. I thought there was supposed to be six on each?"
"It's a small team," Miss Calloway explained.
"That's easy. Traci, you'll do vault, bars and floor too. Now we just need another girl for bars and one for beam."
"Tony!" You gotta love that look on Traci's face.
* * *
"Is she always like that?"
Tami looked over at the bars where Kelly was practicing her routine. "Pretty much. Why?"
I shook my head. "That's more than practice."
"She likes to win. She practices hard. You're the athlete, I'd think you'd understand that."
"I understand practice, and, like I said, that's more than practicing hard. That's attacking. She's working off a mad."
"But, she's always like that."
"It must be a hell of a big mad."
Chapter 50
"Sit down. Both of you."
Damn! Family meeting. Never good. I knew Tami and I should have gotten out right after dinner.
Traci and I sat on either end of the sofa, Dad in his chair, and Mom hovered behind him instead of settling on the arm. No wonder Mom had asked Tami to wait for me in my room.
"We, uh, I, uh, we have something important to talk to you about." Dad couldn't decide how to assign blame, or responsibility, or whatever. Definitely not a good sign.
"I, well, uh, I lost my job."
"What?" Traci exclaimed.
"How could that happen?" I demanded. "They need you."
To be honest, I wasn't all that sure what dad did. He was some kind of strategic planner for the state. I didn't understand it, but I had the impression that he was good at it. At least his boss, Bill Miller, always said he couldn't do his job without Dad.
"I don't get it. How could they fire you?" I asked.
"They didn't exactly fire me. I quit."
"Why?"
Dad looked up at Mom, then back at Traci and me. "They moved my job to the capital. To Olympia."
"Oh." I'd been upset when we moved here from California. I'd had to leave my old school and all my friends. Dad didn't want to do that to me again. I looked over at Traci. It was obvious that she'd figured it out, too.
"If we have to move, I'll understand," I said. Traci nodded.
Mom smiled. "And I thought you didn't like to lie."
"It's a done deal." Dad said. "I quit two weeks ago."
Thank you, God. Wait a minute. "Two weeks ago? Why didn't you say something?" That explained why they'd been acting weird.
"You were in the middle of play-offs. I, we, your mom and I, decided to wait till that was over."
"Well, at least you get unemployment while you find something else," I said, trying to look at the bright side. I wondered if anyone around here needed a strategic planner besides the state.
"Uh, not exactly. The employment department say that since I quit, I don't qualify. I'm appealing that I wouldn't have quit if they didn't want to move me halfway across the state, but it could take awhile."
"So, for now, we're living on my salary," Mom said. "Things may get tight, but we'll be okay."
Traci and I nodded.
"Honey, I know you wanted to take some classes at the gymnastics club, but that'll have to wait awhile."
Traci's face scrunched up a little, but she nodded. Maybe I imagined it, but I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her eye.
I snagged the phone on my way back to my room.
"What's up?" Tami asked.
I explained about Dad and his job.
Tami had been sitting at my desk and playing solitaire on my computer. I picked her up and deposited her on my bed, then took her place. As I angled the monitor so that she couldn't see, she gave me a funny look. "It's not a secret," I explained as I called up my special spreadsheet and entered the password to unlock it. "It's information that's temporally inconvenient."
"Temporally inconvenient," she repeated, but seemed to accept. She probably assumed it had to do with Christmas.
My spreadsheet had my bank balance as of last week, and my total available with the anticipated matching payments from my grandfathers. It also had the total price of my car, equipped the way I wanted. At the moment the two totals were only seventeen dollars apart. I sighed and removed the DVD player and thirty gig MP3 player and replaced it with an AM/FM/Cassette. The total for the car changed. I sighed again, saved my change and closed the spreadsheet.
I made a call that took about ten minutes. When I finished, I looked Tami in the eye. "You saw nothing. You heard nothing."
Tami shook her head. "Damn, it must be hard work keeping everyone from knowing you're a nice guy."
"Brutal," I agreed. "Ya think if I slip your mom ten bucks, she'd take off for a couple of hours and see a movie."
Tami grinned. "What's playing?"
"Not a clue."
"We can take a shot."
I grinned, stood, and held out my hand. Tami took it, and we went out to the living room. Mom was perched in her usual spot next to Dad. Traci was on her stomach on the floor. They were watching the first Harry Potter movie. I didn't know if it was on TV or a DVD."Squirt, you should sit in the splits while you watch."
Traci looked up and stuck her tongue out.
"Sit-ups during the commercials wouldn't hurt either."
"Hah!" she said triumphantly. That told me it was a DVD.
"We're going over to Tami's," I announced, and nobody reacted.
Tami and I got our coats out of the closet and got ready to go. At least it wasn't raining at the moment. "By the way, Mom!"
She looked up.
"Traci needs a ride to gymnastics tomorrow."
Mom looked confused as I put my hand on the doorknob. "What do you mean? Gymnastics is at the school. She's already at the school."
"Not that gymnastics. The club in town," I explained as I opened the door. Now Traci and Dad looked confused too.
"What are you talking about?" Traci demanded.
"You got a scholarship. You've got classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays at six-thirty."
"What scholarship?" Mom demanded.
My mind went blank. "It's, uh, it's, it's for sisters of football players whose teams finished in the top three in state."
Mom smiled. "You want to think about that and try again in an hour?"
"Can I do that?" I asked innocently as I ushered Tami out the door.
Chapter 51
It wasn't exactly raining. Raining implies that water is coming from point A and going to point B. The water was here. It was just hanging. I guess you'd call it misting. Add to that a cold wind swooping down from the North, and it was a miserable morning to be standing on the highway waiting for a bus.
And I felt good.
Fifty-eight days from now, I'd stand here for the last time. After that, I was mobile.
I looked around the familiar group. Traci was the only one who seemed in a good mood. She was still bubbly from her first gymnastics class last night. I'd signed her up for an advanced beginning class, arguing that since she was already on the middle school team, a beginning class would be too slow. She had her class, and they moved her up to the intermediate group. I figured it would be Christmas break before her feet touched the ground again.
I looked at Tami, her face cocooned in the fur-lined hood of her jacket. She looked apprehensive, though I couldn't figure why.
Zoe was back. She'd missed Monday and yesterday. I didn't know if she'd had the flu or what, but she didn't look all that hot. She had all the color of Wednesday Addams. I was wondering... The bus pulled up and I couldn't remember what I'd been wondering. Ah well, such is life.
I swung into the third seat, and Tami sat beside me. The rain must have had everybody down because the bus was almost silent as it worked up the highway, stopping every couple hundred yards to pick up one or two passengers.
We drove past Robbie's road, since she wasn't on the corner.
"Where's Robbie?" I wondered out loud.
"Her dad's bringing her in this morning," Tami supplied.
"Oh."
"She called a few minutes before I went out to the bus."
"Oh."
Tami was looking everywhere in the bus except at me. I grinned. "You're hiding something," I accused.
"I'm not," she stammered. "No secrets. Just some things that are temporally inconvenient."
"Temporally inconvenient?" An odd phrase. Then I remembered where I'd heard the phrase before. "Oh."
"I was thinking about the Brady Bunch," she said whimsically.
My mind immediately pictured Marsha. I may lust after red-heads and be in love with a brunette, but Marsha was just, well, Marsha.
"Stop drooling, and wipe that stupid look off your face," Tami commanded.
I don't think I actually drooled, but I tried to compose my face.
"Remember the episode where Greg wrote a song, and the kids got a chance to record it, but Peter's voice was changing?"
"Uh, yeah. I think so."
"So Greg wrote a new song, Time to Change."
"Yeah?"
"Well, it just goes to show that change can be a good thing."
"I guess. You weren't thinking of flying to Sweden for an operation were you?"
It took her a second to figure out the reference. "Yuck! No."
"Just checking." I laid my arm across her shoulders and hugged her.
Tami flung her hands up in front of her. "I give up."
* * *
"Tony!" Tami said solemnly. "Look at me.
I'd been rooting through my locker looking for my history notes. I looked up. Tami's locker is to the left of mine, but she'd moved to my right. I straightened up and faced her. That put my back to the front entrance.
"I want you to take a deep breath."
I cocked my head slightly in surprise but followed her instruction.
"Let it out slow and remember to think before you speak."
I always think before I...
"Hi guys," Robbie's voice said from behind me.
I turned, planning to make a comment about Tami's weirdness. "What the fuck did you do?"
"Tony, breathe," Tami recommended from behind me.
I looked at Robbie again. "What the fu... hell did you do?"
"Like it?"
"No!"
Robbie frowned, and I knew that Tami's face behind me mirrored hers. "I mean, I liked it before. This is going to take some getting used to.
Robbie's long red hair was gone. It was still red, but now it was shorter than mine.
"I want it back," I whined.
Robbie's frown was turning into a mad. "Get used to it. It would take me ten years to grow it all back. If I want to."
"But you were so beautiful." Did you ever say something and realize even as the words left your mouth that it was a big mistake?
"I WAS?"
I wondered if I could handle Monster Girl in full eruption. One little past tense. I thought about hiding behind Tami, but sensed that she'd taken a step back and I was on my own.
"Roberta Elizabeth Marie Tate. You are a beautiful..." My brain went into hyper-drive. This was one of those word choices that I hated. Woman, young woman, girl, lady. All were correct, but all had connotations that could sink me further into the pit I was digging.
"...very beautiful girl." To hell with it. She's fifteen years old, if she's offended by girl, too bad. "If I was seeing you today for the first time, my mouth would be hanging open and the drool flowing freely. But I've known you for two-and-a-half years with your long flowing locks. I loved your hair. This is going to take some getting used to."
Robbie's face softened. "I know it will. You definitely had a thing for my hair. I thought about going blond too, but decided you were too young for a cardiac care ward."
"My heart thanks you."
Robbie giggled. "Tami suggested that I take off an inch or two a week, so that you could adjust."
I whirled. "You knew!" I accused, pointing my finger at her nose.
"I tried to talk her out of it."
"She did too," Robbie said from behind me. "But it was time for a change."
"But your hair," I whimpered. "All your beautiful hair. Just lying on a beauty shop floor."
"Not exactly."
I turned to look at Robbie again. She still didn't look like Robbie. "What not exactly?"
"It wasn't just swept out with the trash."
If I looked as lost and confused as I felt, I was truly pathetic.
"Do you remember that story that you printed out for me to read?"
Story? What's a story got to do with anything? I shrugged.
"The one by that Night Hawk guy. Once More with Feeling."
I tried to remember. I read so much that it was hard to keep straight sometimes. Night Hawk was one of the authors on ASSM. I remembered. Once More with Feeling was the reincarnation story. It was only about half done. It was a serial that had a lot of chapters to go, but it was great so far.
"I remember the story, but..." I made a note to see if he'd posted any more chapters, I think twenty-four was the last one out.
"Remember when the girl decided to cut her hair?"
I probably read a hundred thousand words a week, not counting school stuff, and I'm supposed to remember one haircut in one story? Let's see. The girl, whatever her name was, was going to a boarding school. She went out for basketball. No, volleyball. She decided to cut her hair to make life easier.
"Cancer."
Robbie smiled.
"She gave her hair to a hospital for kids with cancer," I said.
"I looked on the web. I found a group called Wigsforkids dot com. They're getting almost all of my hair."
"You didn't cut your hair..."
"Just so I could give it away? No. And not because of the story either. I just decided it was time to try something new. But that kind of made it easier. I didn't like the idea of fifteen years of hair lying on the floor."
Tami stepped up beside me, slipped her hand into my back pocket, and hugged me. "I'm kinda surprised that you didn't do it before football season."
Robbie flashed a lop-sided grin. "That would have made sense, but I didn't want to then. But it felt right now."
I shook my head slowly. "Would it be politically incorrect to want to go home to bed and hope that I wake up and this was all a bad dream?"
"Yes," both girls said together.
Robbie stepped up to me, shaking her finger in my face. "Listen slick, you have forty-eight hours to get used to this, or..."
"Or what?"
"Or I won't give you your present."
"Present?"
Robbie smiled and pulled my present out of her pocket.
A thick lock of hair, coppery red and almost three feet long.
* * *
I was bored.
It was Saturday afternoon, and everybody had something to do except me.
Traci had gone to some open gym thing at the gymnastics club, and Mom and Dad were at a wine tasting. Robbie had taken Tami to her beauty shop, though with a promise that Tami's hair would come back intact. Mikee and Kelly had gone to some cousin's baby shower. The whole damn world had stuff to do.
I thought about taking a walk, but it was drizzling outside. I'd finished my homework.Hell, I'd already finished the two papers and extra reading for Christmas vacation, and that didn't start for five more days yet.
I'd looked on the internet, and the Night Hawk dude hadn't put up any new chapters, and nothing else on ASSM grabbed my interest.
I decided to read a book. Nothing new. I'd re-read an old favorite. Maybe some Heinlein, Citizen of the Galaxy or Starship Troopers. Or Asimov, the robot or foundation stories. Or Bova's Weathermakers. No, I decided. I know what I'd read. This will keep me busy for a long time.
A few minutes later, I was settling on the sofa with a Coke, a box of girl scout cookies--peanut butter sandwich, my favorites--and The Invader's Plan, the first book of L. Ron Hubbard's Mission: Earth magnum opus.
I had a David Lanz CD on the stereo.
I put my feet up on the arm of the sofa.
I opened the book to the first page, "My Lord..."
The doorbell rang.
I closed the book and swung my feet down to the floor. First I have nothing to do. I finally come to terms with that, and the damn doorbell rings. I swear if it's somebody trying to bring me to God, I was going to convert them to Satan.
I opened the door.
"Peter! I haven't seen you in a long time."
He smiled. "Can I come in?"
"Sorry," I said, opening the door wide. "I was just surprised. Not invited to the baby shower?"
"I don't have enough X chromosomes."
I pointed him toward Dad's chair, since all my stuff was around the sofa. "Want a Coke or something?"
"That'd be great."
I went to the kitchen and got another Coke. I came back, handed it to him and sat down on the sofa. We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes.
"Having more trouble with Tony Gleason?"
Peter smiled. "No, he's been pretty quiet since he came back from suspension." Peter's smile turned into a big grin. "He asked me about you once. Wanted to know if you were as tough as he'd heard."
"What'd you tell him?"
"I told him that when you were in the seventh grade, you took a gun away from my brother, smashed it, and laid him out."
I smiled back. "Well, that's not lying. Exactly." There was another silence. "So, what's up? Just bored?"
"Not exactly. I, uh... Are we friends?"
That surprised me. "I'd like to think so. I mean, we don't hang much, but I think of you as a friend."
"Good!"
"Are you in trouble? Is there something I can do?"
Peter smiled shyly and looked down toward his feet. "It's not like that. It's... Mikee says that you don't like the guys Traci goes out with."
"Well, she's my little sister, and most guys only want one thing, and she's sorta innocent. You know how..." Light bulb. Okay, I admit it. I'm slow at times. "Traci?"
"I wanted to ask her to the dance next week."
Inside I smiled, but I tried to keep a straight face. "Are you asking me for my sister's hand?"
"No. Well, not exactly. It's just that, well, you helped me and everything, and I didn't want you to hate me."
"Peter, I wouldn't hate you. Not unless you mistreated Trace, and I don't think you'd ever do that. I have no idea if Traci likes you or not, but if you want to ask her, I say, go for it. I can't think of anyone I'd rather see go out with Traci."
Peter grinned. No, not grinned. Peter beamed. "I feel the same way about you and my sisters."
"Go out with your sisters?"
"I, well, I know you kinda fool around with Mikee and Kelly."
Is there anybody in the world who doesn't know about my sex life? Hell, you'd think I published my diary on the internet.
"I, uh..." It was my turn to stammer.
"It's cool. I've known for a long time. I know you wouldn't hurt them."
"I don't know what to say."
Peter grinned again. "You could say you'll put in a good word with your sister."
"Blackmail?" I asked jokingly.
"Desperation."
"As long as we're talking. Any idea what's going on with Kelly?"
Peter's smile faded. "She hasn't been herself for a long time. About a month."
"I've noticed. Any idea why?"
Peter shrugged.
"Is she going out with anybody?"
"I don't think so. She was going out with David Carpenter about a month ago and just kinda stopped. She doesn't even go over to friend's houses much anymore. She just sits around. Either in the living room with me and Mikee, or in her room."
I processed that. It was worse than I thought. What the hell could be bothering her? I needed to talk to Tami and Robbie about it. Mikee too.
"You know Peter, my man, my beautiful, talented, sexy sister should be getting dropped off in about a half-an-hour. It occurs to me that if you wanted to hang out, you could accidentally run into her, and that might give you a chance to ask any questions you might have on your mind."
Peter grinned.
"And, slip me a buck and I might even disappear on cue."
Peter stood and turned out a pair of empty pockets. "Take an IOU?"
Chapter 52
"Damn dance!"
I looked over at Kelly, who was muttering under her breath as she chalked her hands for the bars.
"Did you say something?" I asked.
"I said, oh never mind." She clapped her hands to get rid of excess chalk and stepped in front of the bars.
I looked around the gym. Miss Calloway was spotting some girls on the vault, Tami was helping Traci make up a beam routine, everybody was working. I looked back at the bars and watched Kelly's routine.
"So how was it?" she asked after she'd landed her dismount.
"Depends?"
"On what?"
"Do you want the spectator answer or the coach answer?"
"The spectator answer."
"It was awesome. I can't believe the way you jump from bar to bar and then the flip off the bar at the end. Incredible. Shannon Miller better start worrying."
"She's retired," Kelly informed me dryly. "What's the coach answer?"
"Well, one leg was higher than the other on that swing beneath the bar."
"It's called a glide."
"Thanks," I said, and meant it. I was still learning the lingo. "It looked like you struggled a little with your kip." I cocked my head at her and she nodded that I'd used the right word. "Legs were apart when you jumped to the high bar." She nodded again. I think she was agreeing with my assessment. "And your dismount did look incredible to me, but I've seen you go higher."
Kelly smiled. "Not bad, coach."
"Can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"Why are you mad at the dance?"
Kelly looked surprised, then embarrassed. "I'm not mad at the dance. Well, not really. It's just that everybody else is going, and they all want to get ready, so we're cutting practice short. And it's our last one."
I nodded. I knew that all the girls were going to the dance except Kelly, but that was Kelly's choice. Traci said at least half-a-dozen guys asked her. And I knew that we were only practicing until four-thirty tonight, instead of five-thirty. And since tomorrow was only a half-day of school, there was no practice tomorrow or during Christmas, excuse me, Winter vacation.
"Will you watch me again in a little while?"
I nodded, then went over to the beam to help Traci with her cartwheels.
I wished I knew what was bothering Kelly. At least today she wasn't biting my head off. But she didn't seem to be having any fun. Life is supposed to be fun. Especially when you're twelve.
Then I had an idea.
I told Tami about it as we stood together while Traci showed me the routine she and Tami had put together. Routines for beam and floor are a combination of dance and gymnastics. Traci's was mostly dance, but the fact that she did it four feet in the air on a four-foot-wide strip of wood impressed me. I sure wasn't getting up there.
* * *
"Ready to show me your bars again?" I asked Kelly almost an hour later.
"Practice is almost over."
"We've got time."
Kelly shrugged and walked to the chalk bucket by the bars. Most of the girls were already putting stuff away. Since it was a short practice, Miss Calloway wasn't going to do conditioning drills.
Kelly clapped her hands and stepped in front of the bars. She saluted me as if I were a judge, then started her routine. Tami and Miss Calloway came up beside me as Kelly jumped toward the high bar. We watched together as she finished her routine and landed her dismount.
"Your, uh, glide looked a lot better. Your kip too. But your legs were still apart on your jump to the high bar, and I know you can make that dismount higher. Do it again."
Kelly looked around the gym, all the girls were gone. "But practice is over."
"Don't argue with your coach," Miss Calloway said.
"Yeah," Tami agreed. The two of them turned and walked toward the locker room.
"But..."
"Do it again."
"But..."
I smiled at her confused face. "Kelly, is there something you'd rather be doing?"
"Uh..."
"Do it again."
"But my mom will be waiting."
"Your mom knows that my mom is picking us up at six. I called her."
"But Miss Calloway?"
"Miss Calloway said that we could stay until six. The school is open for the dance anyway. Are you going to do it again, or just stand there all night?"
Kelly re-chalked her hands. "You did this for me?"
"Nope, for the team. If you don't learn to keep those legs together, we're gonna lose points. Besides, I had nothing better to do tonight." Which was true. The high school dance was tomorrow night. Why they decided to have the middle school dance on Tuesday and the high school on Wednesday, I didn't understand.
Kelly blinked, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "You're a nice guy." She wiped her eye with her wrist, not wanting to use her chalky hands.
I was tempted to tell her to remember that the next time she snapped at me, but decided that it'd ruin the moment.I just nodded, then folded my arms across my chest and tapped my foot as if impatient.
Kelly smiled. "I'm going already," she said.
"How was that?" she asked a minute later after she'd landed.
"Speaking as a spectator, awesome. Speaking as a coach, awesome. That was incredible."
Kelly beamed.
"I was thinking."
"Robbie says that's a bad sign."
Sigh.
Kelly giggled, a sound I hadn't heard in a while. Then she put on an exaggerated straight face. "Sorry. What were you thinking, coach?"
"That dismount would look even better if you did it with a straight body."
"You mean lay out your flyaway?"
"I guess that's what I mean." Note to self, look up a gymnastics terminology site on the internet. "Do you think you could?"
"Maybe. I've never tried. I'd need a spot."
"Okay."
"Do you know how to spot laid-out flyaways?"
"Not a clue," I admitted.
"Flyaways?"
I shook my head. "Maybe you could talk to your coach in town," I suggested.
She started nodding, then froze. "Nope. I'm going to teach you to teach me."
So Kelly taught me how her coaches spotted flyaways. Spotting flyaways or anything else isn't hard. It's just a question of timing and leverage. The hard part is figuring out the timing and leverage. Of course, working with a gymnast who could already do the skill helped.
"You ready to try my lay-out?" Kelly asked as she climbed onto the low bar.
"I guess."
Kelly jumped to the high bar and pulled herself up until she was resting on her hips. "It's just like spotting a flyaway when I'm tucked, except I'll rotate slower." I nodded. "I think," she added under her breath.
"I heard that."
Kelly smiled, then nodded that she was starting. She pushed backwards and swung down. Before, she'd swung up almost even with the high bar, let go, tucked as her body flipped, and landed lightly on her feet. This time, she let go almost as soon as her body passed under the bar and shot straight forward. I grabbed her as she went upside down and managed to set her down on her hands and knees.
I let go, and she sprawled onto her back. "Thanks," she said looking up at me. "I released a little early."
"Ya think?" Her life had passed before my eyes. All except that part about a month ago that had her so moody.
She smiled and stared up at the high bar.
"Want to call it a night?"
"Nope. I'm going to get this. Besides, I trust my spotter."
I wished I did.
Kelly climbed to her feet, grabbed the support pole for the high bar, and shinnied up. "Ready?" she asked when she was resting on her hips again.
I nodded, though inside I was thinking about how Mrs. Temple had freaked when I brought Peter home a little bloody. What was she going to do when I brought Kelly home with her head hanging off to the side.
Kelly pushed backwards and swung down. She passed under the high bar, then started swinging up the other side. As she got to about a thirty degree below horizontal angle, she released and started pulling her toes over her head. I reached in, grabbed her hips, and helped her rotate. She landed on her feet with one big step forward to catch her balance.
"That's what I'm talking about," she said sassily.
We did it eight more times, the last four all by herself. I just stood back and watched. Her form wasn't great, but considering that she'd basically taught herself in less than an hour, I was impressed.
We sat on a stack of mats.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
Kelly nodded.
I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. "So how come you didn't go to the dance?"
I was watching Kelly from the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious, and saw her tighten up.
"I just didn't feel like it."
"Is it all dances or just this one?"
"Just this one, I guess."
"Good."
I let her sit and think for a while. "Why?" she asked after a minute.
"Well, I need a date for the dance tomorrow, and I was hoping you'd go with me."
Kelly stood and pivoted to face me. "I can't go to the dance. It's for high school."
"So?"
"I'm in seventh?"
"So?"
"You can't ask me to the dance."
"Why?"
"I'm a seventh grader."
I stood up and put my hands on her shoulders. "Kelly, are you cute?"
"Kinda."
"Are you sexy?"
"I dunno."
"You're right. I can't ask you to the dance."
"What?"
"My criteria are cute and sexy. You're kinda and I dunno."
"I'm cute." Kelly blushed and looked away from my eyes. "And I'm sexy."
"Then, will you go to the dance with me?"
Kelly turned even redder, but looked me in the eyes. "Yes. But what about Tami?"
"She can stay home and watch television." Now to find out if I knew as much about girls as I thought I did.
"You could take her too. Have two dates. Like you did with her and Robbie when you were in the eighth grade."
Bingo! Of course, having Tami tell the team that story during the break today didn't hurt. First the fish takes the bait.
"I don't know." Then you set the hook.
"Tami said Mr. Parker hated it when you took her and Robbie. He'll probably be pissed off if you take me and Tami."
"Well..." Then you reel it in. "Okay."
"I can't believe it. I'm going to a high school dance. Everyone will be so jealous."
"I just had an idea."
"What?"
Good. She was so excited that she wasn't making a Robbie-style crack. "Don't tell Mikee."
"Why not? She's my sister."
"Tomorrow night she'll go to the dance. Think how surprised she'll be when you show up."
"Cool," she said with a big grin.
She was looking and sounding more like the Kelly that I knew and loved. If only I could keep her that way.
"One thing."
Kelly's smile faded.
"Don't get too excited."
A frown replaced it.
"Your mom may not like the idea of you going to a dance with a tenth grader. The age difference and everything."
Kelly grinned. "She'll say yes. She likes you."
Yeah. She liked me a lot when I beat up her oldest son. She liked me even more when I brought home a bloody Peter. But this one was in the bag. I'd talked to her about it when I called about Kelly staying for practice. She'd noticed the changes in her daughter too.
"Just one thing I forgot to ask."
I sat back down, and Kelly plopped onto my lap, something she hadn't done in a long time. "What?"
"You do know how to dance, don't you?"Saturday, Christmas day, was the best Christmas ever.
First of all, I was in love with Tami, and Tami was in love with me, and nobody was mad at anybody. Mom and Dad gave me a new mp3 player. Not one for my soon-to-be car, but a Creative Nomad Jukebox that would fit in my pocket. Thirty gigs of music that I could take anywhere. I figured that if I ripped every CD that I, Robbie, and Tami owned, I might have 5 to 7 gigs worth. I decided that I needed to expand my musical horizons.
Traci gave me a couple of computer games, and I gave her a turquoise bracelet. I thought she was going to faint for a minute. She tackled me with a hug that Robbie would have been proud of.
I don't know if my grandparents understood the concepts of mp3s and ripping, but all of them gave me CDs. Lots of CDs. Granny Vickie gave me the Time-Life collection of Jazz. Granny Carol also Time-Lifed me, but with a collection of country. Grandpa John sent a dozen and a half new age CDs, including some Cusco, David Lanz, and a lot of Yanni. But it was Grandpa Doug, the colonel, who surprised me. Alice Cooper, Black Sabbath, Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Who. There was no way that I was going to believe my favorite marine even knew who they were, let alone listened to them.
I gave Tami a sapphire necklace, admittedly a small sapphire, but those things aren't cheap. She gave me a new watch. The one I had, I'd been wearing since sixth grade, and it definitely showed the wear and tear of years of football, baseball, and generally being an active kid.
Tami and her mom came over for Christmas dinner. And we're not talking some dumb turkey who didn't move fast enough, my family does prime rib. And not just any prime rib, my dad's prime rib. Dad doesn't cook much, but he knows how to do a prime rib. He says if I don't get suspended more than once or twice between now and graduation, he'll teach me.
After dinner, Tami, Traci and I took a walk while the adults sat and complained that they'd eaten too much. It was a great night. It'd been raining for several days, but now the rain was turning to snow. There was a light dusting everywhere. It would have been nice if it started last night for Christmas Eve, but you take what you can get.
We wound up at Tami's where Traci sat and watched Miracle on 34th Street on TV and played lookout while Tami and I gave each other one more present. I was beginning to be glad that I hadn't talked Mom and Dad out of a new baby sister when I was three.
Like I said, the best Christmas ever.
Sunday I was out on the front lawn with Traci making a snowman. It wasn't easy, the snow was too dry to pack well. Tami was with her mom picking up her grandma at the airport. Tami only had one grandparent and that was hard for me to imagine.
I had four, and they all seemed like they planned to go on forever. Grandpa John and Grandma Carol were in Mexico helping an Aztec archaeological dig. Grandma Vickie was in Houston helping a friend open a new restaurant, they were planning to have beer from over thirty different countries. And the colonel had just left for New Zealand, where he was going to hop a Navy C-130 for Antarctica, where he was going to consult on cold weather survival. No rocking chairs in my family.
I'd just put the head on our snowman for the third time, and watched it crack and crumble for the third time when Mikee walked over.
"How's my favorite freshman?" I called.
"If I'm your favorite, how come you took my sister to the dance?" she said with a small pout.
"One, she's not a freshman, and two, you had a date."
"I could have dumped him."
"Would you have dumped him for me?" I asked as seductively as I could, as I tried to pack a fourth head for Frosty.
Mikee grinned.
"Would you two like to be alone?" Traci asked. "I could go home."
The snowball I threw disintegrated on its flight, but enough snow landed on Traci's face to make my point.
"So how was your Christmas?" I asked Mikee.
"Okay, I guess."
"That was enthusiastic," Traci said. "You sound like you got socks and underwear."
"No, I got a great mp3 player."
"Me too," I told her.
"Mine's better," we said together.
We both had ours in our pockets, so we pulled them out and compared. Hers was an iPod with twenty gigs. I liked my Nomad better.
"So with a great present like that, why aren't you more excited?" I asked as we put them away.
"I don't know, it's just..."
"Kelly," Traci and I said together, and Mikee nodded.
"She was so happy Wednesday after the dance, she was bubbling. It was like having my sister back again. Then yesterday she might as well have been a mannequin."
"Mannequin?"
"You know, they have them in stores, they put clothes on them."
"A mannequin."
"Whatever. I called them mannequins when I was younger and I think it's cute. So sue me." I shrugged. "I think Kelly said one word yesterday. After she unwrapped her big present, she got an iPod too, she said 'Thanks.' A few minutes later, she took her new iPod, went to her room, and spent the day reading and staring out the window."
"Maybe if she'd gotten a Nomad?" I suggested.
Mikee stuck her tongue out at me, but I was ready. I shoved a small handful of snow into her open mouth. Mikee sputtered as she spit out snow and glared at me. I made a mental note not to turn my back on her anytime soon.
Mikee reached down, picked up a handful of snow and started packing it tightly between her hands. "I want my little sister back," she said as she inspected her work.
"You know, I'm getting real tired of your mannequin." I backed up about ten feet.
"Nah-nah-na-na-nah," I said as I stuck my thumbs in my ears and wiggled my fingers. "Nah-nah-na-na-n..." her snowball hit me just over my left eye.
Chapter 54
I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.
The backdoor opened into a hallway. There was a door straight in front of me, one to my left about eight feet, and another to my right the same distance, with a fourth door at the very back end of the hall. I knew the door I wanted was the one in front of me.
I stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me. I took another deep breath and considered retreat. After all, there was no shame in retreat. Most famous generals retreated at one time or another. Wasn't it Patton who said, "I'm not retreating, I'm advancing to the rear"? Or something like that.
But, I decided, this isn't the time for retreat. I stepped forward to the door. As I reached down for the doorknob, I remembered General Custer, who hadn't known when to retreat. I opened the door.
She was sitting next to the window staring out, watching the snow fall. I thought about retreating one more time, then cleared my throat. "Hello, Kelly."
Kelly jerked and spun around, looking wide-eyed. "What are you doing here?"
I smiled, hopefully reassuringly. "We need to talk." I'd known that her Mom had gone to lunch with Alana and that her dad had gone bowling with Mikee and Peter. Kenny was off doing whatever it was he did, so she was alone.
"Why?"
"Cause you're not happy, and I want to know why."
"I'm fine," she said, turning back to the window. "Just fine."
"No, you're not." I crossed the room and laid my hand on her shoulder.
Kelly jerked, spun again, and stood. "I said I'm okay. You can go now."
"Kelly, I want to help."
"I don't need any help. Go away." She pointed toward the open door.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to the floor and sat on her. "I'm staying here until you decide to talk to me." After all, it worked with Tami.
Kelly didn't struggle, she just glared. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend. And I'm not a fucking little girl. And I'll decide who I want to talk to, and when. Now get your fucking hands off me and go away." Her words were so cold that I almost imagined icicles hanging from them.
I stared down at her.
"You're right." I got off her and stood up. I reached a hand down to her, but she ignored it and stood on her own. "I'm sorry. That was out of line. But I really think you need to talk to someone. Your mom, Mikee, Tami. There's a lot of people who care about you."
Kelly turned her back and went back to the window. I watched her stare out for several minutes, then left. Man had I blown it this time!
I mean, if you can't learn life lessons from George Custer, who can you learn them from?
As I walked down the street, I wondered if Robbie was home. Maybe she could use me as a tackling dummy. Better yet, she could use my chin as a pitching target, since baseball was coming up next. All I'd done was make things worse. I should have respected Kelly's privacy and let her talk when she wanted to. Instead, I charged in like the damn knight on the white horse that I keep telling Tami I don't want to be. Hell, Robby could pitch at my balls.
I don't think I've ever felt lower. I wished that Tami was around so I could at least talk to her about it, but she, her mom, and grandma had gone to Seattle for a couple of days.
I let myself into my empty house. It was the middle of the week, so Mom was at work, and Dad was looking for work. Traci was at the gymnastics club, doing an open gym. I picked up the phone and tried Robbie but didn't get an answer. She was probably out with Mike Rose or something.
I wandered around the house. I looked at my computer, but there wasn't anything in cyberspace that I cared about right then. My homework and reading were all done. I thought about reading for fun, I was up to book five in the Mission: Earth series, but just wasn't in the mood.
I drifted back to my parent's room, I noticed the stack of bills on Dad's desk was bigger than usual, there was also a stack of resumes that he'd printed up.I grabbed the clothes hamper out of their closet and took it to the utility room and started a load of clothes.
I thought about cleaning the house from top to bottom, but Mom had gotten used to me being helpful, and that kinda took the fun out of it.
Finally, I decided to run. I'd do about five miles. I hate running, so that could be the start of my penance. It was still snowing but fairly warm, so I went to my room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I went back to the living room and started stretching. Maybe I'd do ten miles. That'd teach me. One thing, my New Year's resolution was clear. I wasn't going to get involved in anyone's life but mine. Maybe Tami's, but that was almost the same thing.
I finished stretching. Maybe I'd try for a marathon. Was that twenty-one miles or twenty-six? I opened the door.
Kelly was standing there. It looked like she'd been there a few minutes. She looked surprised to see me.
"You don't have to say anything," I told her. "I'm sorry I tried to interfere. I'll make sure I respect your privacy from now on."
Kelly nodded. "Can I come in?" she asked in a little girl voice, she sounded about ten.
I opened the door wide. "You're always welcome here, you know that."
"Were you going out?" she asked as she came in, she stopped in the middle of the living room looking uncomfortable.
"I was going to run."
"It's snowing."
"Yeah, but it's not that cold. I hate running, but it keeps me in shape." I didn't add that I could stop thinking when I ran, and that right now I didn't want to think.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry." Now she sounded about six.
"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I was out of line. I tried to force you to do something that you didn't want to do."
"I..." She rushed forward and hugged me. Hard. "I shouldn't have yelled. And I shouldn't have said fuc... those words you don't like."
"You're a big girl. I shouldn't have tried to make you tell me something you didn't want to."
Kelly buried her face in my chest. "I don't want to be a big girl," she said, her voice muffled. Then she sobbed.
I wrapped my arms around her and just held her for a long, long time.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked twenty minutes later. I was sitting on the sofa, and Kelly was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, facing me. Mom wouldn't have been happy about that, but right now I didn't care. I was holding both of her hands. She squeezed tight.
"I..."
"If you don't want to talk to me, you could talk to Tami or Robbie. They both care about you a lot."
"I don't know."
"Or Mikee. She's real worried about you. She told me that she wants her old sister back. Or your mom."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay." See, I can be taught. I wasn't going to try to force anything.
"But I have to," she added, her voice a whisper.
`I shot a man just to watch him die.' I almost wished she'd said that. It would have been better that the three words she did say. Three words, nine little letters. "I was raped," she said, her voice flat and emotionless.
Some knight in shining armor I am. My first instinct was to tell her to go back to sulking in her room, and I'd pretend she'd never said anything. Still it made a kind of sense in a senseless world. For almost a month, she hadn't wanted to be touched. But how could anybody be so horny that they'd force a beautiful, innocent girl like Kelly?
"Are you okay?"
"It's been a month and a half. I'm... I'm fine."
"Did you tell anyone?"
Kelly shook her head and wouldn't meet my eyes. "I couldn't"
I tried to remember who she'd been going out with back then. Tami had told me once. "Was it Tyler what's-his-name?"
Kelly shook her head. "He's harmless," she mumbled, still not looking at me.
"Who was it?"
"It's... it's not important."
I thought it was. She needed to tell it all. "Kelly, if you're afraid, there's a lot of people who'll protect you. Your dad, me, Peter, even Kenny." Her head jerked up and she looked straight at me. "You know we're all here for you."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." She tried to pull away but I held onto her hands.
"You don't have to." I smiled and stared into her eyes. Fuck! I was so in over my head. And I knew she was going to make me promise not to tell anyone. And I might have to break that promise.
"Thanks," she said as she looked back down to the floor.
Now what? Do I push, or do I back off? Psychologists get their bachelors, masters, and doctorates. That's like eight or ten years of school. Psychiatrists add medical school to the equation. All I do is read an occasional Psychology Today.
Kelly looked up and smiled weakly. "You're a good friend."
I smiled back. "Remember that when I ask you again who did it." Kelly shook her head. I suppose it could have been a stranger, but then Kelly would have said so. It had to be somebody she knew. One of the guys she dated. I wished I'd kept track. I made a mental note to start keeping up on the guys Traci was going out with. Better yet, I was going to chain her in her room and dig a moat.
"I don't..." she said dropping her head again.
"Kelly." I let go of one hand and put a finger under her chin and lifted. She didn't resist. "It's not just about you. If he did this to you, he could do it to someone else. Traci, Zoe, the girls in gymnastics."
Kelly blinked hard and the tears started flowing. "He wouldn't do that."
"Why?"
"`Cause I deserved it. He said, I asked for it." Kelly pulled her hand away from my finger and twisted her head as if she was trying to cry on her own shoulder.
I let go of her other hand and grabbed her head gently with both hands. I turned it until our eyes locked together again. "Kelly, nobody deserves to get raped. Nobody asks for it. If you walked naked into the boys' locker room, you aren't asking for it. You deserve to walk out again."
Kelly tried to drop her head again, but I wouldn't let her.
"Kelly, if there's a guy out there who thinks he knows more about what you want than you do, he's dangerous. And not just to you. What if he decides that Tami is asking for it? Or Rachel Clark?" Of course, if there's any justice in the world, he'll try Robbie and she'll rip his nuts off and feed them to him.
"He wouldn't."
"Are you sure?" I asked and let go of her head. Her head dropped, and I watched as tears flowed freely down her cheeks and dropped onto her legs.
I wasn't helping, I was making everything worse. I tried to imagine what she was feeling. What it must be like to have someone hold you down and force his cock into your most private area. At least she hadn't been a virgin. Maybe that made it easier. Then I felt ashamed of myself for thinking that anything could make it easier.
I reached out and gathered her into my arms and pulled her across my lap. I just wanted to hold her, as much for me as for her. I sat and rocked, holding her, and let her cry.
She pressed her face into my chest, and the force of her sobs shook me to my very soul.
"Itwsmibraw" she mumbled after a while.
"What?"
She lifted her head and looked straight at me. She took a deep breath. Her tears made fresh tracks down both cheeks, replacing those she'd wiped away with the front of my shirt. "It was my brother. It was Kenny." She let out the breath that I hadn't realized she'd been holding and turned her head onto my shoulder and rested it there.
I held her tightly as her heavy sobs continued, slowly dying out.
If she'd said it was George W. Bush or Tom Cruise, it would have made more sense. Hell, if she'd said John Lennon or Elvis, it would have made more sense. He was her brother. A brother couldn't do that. I mean, Kenny was a shit, but rape his sister?
"I..." I had absolutely no idea what to say. I wondered if Kelly could wait while I got my degree in psych. If I worked really hard, I could probably cut it down to five years.
"It's okay," she said, her head resting on my shoulder. "You don't have to say anything." She sat there for about a minute, then continued softly. "It was just after Halloween. I'd been going out with Tyler McMartin for a couple of weeks. He came over one day. No one else was home, and we kinda started making out on the couch. We were kissing, and he was feeling me up through my shirt when Kenny came home. Tyler jumped away like he been shocked and left a few minutes later."
"Kenny started making a lot of jokes about me and Tyler. And asked a lot of questions about what we'd been doing and how far I'd gone with him and other guys. I ignored him and went to my room. He followed me and came in, even after I tried to push him out."
"You don't have to..." I started.
"Yes, I do, so shut up. When I tried to push him out and close the door, he pushed me hard and I landed on Mikee's bed. He came in and stood over me. `So how big is Tyler's weenie?' he asked. I didn't know. We hadn't gone that far yet, and I wouldn't have told Kenny if I did. I just ignored him and tried to get up."
"He pushed me down again. `It's time you saw a real cock,' he told me and pulled his fucking cock..." She looked up at me. "Sorry."
I smiled. "No, this time I think it's appropriate."
"...his fucking cock..." she laid her head back down again, "...out of his jeans. It was about the same size as yours."
Damn!
"But I laughed and asked why it was so small. He got mad and slapped me with the back of his hand. It really hurt."
"I'm sorry."
"Then he said since I'd gotten it so hard with all my slutting around with Tyler, that I could take care of it for him.He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me up until his penis was right in front of my face, and then he pushed my head into his mouth.
I remembered some old western where the Indians had tied some guy to an ant hill, poured honey on him, and let the ants eat him alive. I wondered if we had the right kind of ants.
"I bit him."
I laughed. "You bit him?"
She looked up and nodded.
"Good for you."
She laid her head back down. "Not real hard. I didn't want to hurt him, just make him go away."
"You should have bitten it off."
"Yuck. He pulled back real fast, and my teeth scraped him. He slapped me a couple more times and called me a bitch and a slut and some other things. That's when he held me down by the throat and pulled off my jeans and panties. Then he..."
"That's enough. I get the idea."
Kelly nodded without lifting her head. "Afterward he said it was all my fault. That I was a cock-tease and asking for it. And that Mom and Dad would send me to a girl's school, cause I was such a slut."
"You're too smart to have bought that."
"I know, but..."
Yeah, it's the damn 'but' that will get you in trouble.
"And you've been keeping it inside all this time?"
She nodded. "I couldn't tell anybody. I mean, I almost told you after the Monopoly sleepover, but..."
Fuck! But I snapped at her, and she went home instead. I decided that letting Robbie throw baseballs at my balls wasn't enough. I deserved worse.
She lifted her head and looked at me. "And you can't tell either."
"Kelly, I think we need to..."
"You can't tell! And you can't hurt Kenny."
Damn! Now she's learning to mind read.
"I... we, have to do something."
"You can't hurt him. He won't do it to anybody else."
"Kelly, if he'd..." I couldn't bring myself to say rape. "...force his sister, he'd force anybody. What if he sees Tami at the pool and decides that her bikini is so small that she's asking for it?"
"He wouldn't. He's afraid of you."
"What about Zoe? Or Paula?"
Kelly bit her lip.
"What if he comes after you again?"
"He won't."
"Kelly if he, uh, did it the first time, he's going to decide that you not telling means you liked it. He's going to think that's an invitation."
"He won't."
"How about if I talk to him. Explain that I wouldn't like it if he..." Damn, there's that word again. "...bothers you again."
"It's not necessary."
"I think it is."
"You can't tell him. You can't tell anybody."
Damn! Double damn! I'm a believer in self-determination. A firm believer. I thinks kids can make their own choices. One of the reasons that Parker and I clash so much is he's the type who believes he knows what's best for everyone. Especially everyone under twenty-one. Now my theory gets the test 'cause I know Kelly is smart. And I think she's mature enough to make her own decision, but... Here's the damn 'but' again. But, I don't think it's the right decision.
Can I really stand back and let her make it? And what about all the other girls around?
There are times when I wish someone would make my decisions for me. Where's Parker when you need him?
"Here's the deal. I won't talk to your brother. And I won't hurt him as long as he doesn't bother you again. And YOU have to promise to tell me if he so much as looks at you funny. No promise, no deal."
Kelly hesitated, then nodded.
"And if I find out he's bothering anybody else, all bets are off and he's mine."
Kelly nodded slowly.
"I'll tell you something else. I don't think we should leave it here. I think you need to talk to your parents or someone." Kelly started to object, but I continued. "But for now, we'll do it your way." And if I didn't see the old Kelly in the next couple weeks, we'd do it mine. I didn't tell her that, 'cause I didn't want her to try and fake having fun.
"Will you do me a favor?" she asked, the little girl back in her voice.
"Anything."
"Will you make love to me?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Please. Not just sex. I want you to make love to me. Like you do to Tami."
I smiled. I thought I felt some moisture in the corner of my eye. "No."
She stiffened.
"I won't make love to you like I do to Tami, but I'll make love to you like I do to Kelly."
I stood, picking her up as I did, and carried her toward my room.
"'Cause Kelly is very special to me too."
Chapter 55
Luck was on my side. Or fate. Or God. The Goddess, Odin, Isis, whatever. Things worked out.
Kenny was gone until after New Year's visiting friends, so I didn't have to worry about breaking my promise to Kelly. And Tami was busy with her grandma, so I didn't have to worry about her.
I spent almost every waking moment with Kelly. Mikee gave me some strange looks, and so did their mom, but I think they both figured out it had something to do with Kelly's mood, so neither said anything.
And Kelly was becoming more and more her old self. I didn't take any credit for that. I figured it just helped to say the words.
Friday I went with her and Traci to her gymnastic club for an open gym, and she introduced me to her coach, Gary. While the girls played on the trampoline I explained about helping with the middle school team, and he took a lot of time showing me how to spot some of the tricks the girls were working on, or would be.
That night, Kelly and Traci went back to the club for a New Year's Eve sleepover, and I had a chance to hang with Tami. About six my parents left. They were going to the party at the Holiday Inn and going to spend the night, so the house was ours, for a little while anyway.
"Paula says you're dumping me for a seventh grader," Tami said as she settled on my lap.
"Damn! I wanted to break it to you gently."
"I've always wanted to scratch somebody's eyes out."
"No you haven't."
"I haven't?"
I nodded. "Nope, too nice."
"Damn," she said in mock frustration. "Aren't you turned on by the idea of a cat-fight?"
"Not even a little. I'm weird. I also don't see the appeal of two girls wrestling in mud."
"You're not weird, you're evolved."
"Unless it's with me," I added.
"I withdraw my comment."
I grinned, and we sat there, looking out the big picture windows at the gently falling snow. I rubbed the ass of her jeans with one hand and traced designs on her thigh with the other.
"Want to tell me about it?" she asked after almost ten minutes.
"Yes."
"Well?" she asked several minutes later.
"Can't. Not my secret to tell."
Tami nodded. "Kelly." I didn't acknowledge her guess, but I knew she'd know she was right. "She seems a lot better."
"She's getting there, but it's going to take some time."
"I'm glad she has a friend who can help her." Tami laid her head on my chest and hummed something I couldn't make out.
I thought about Kelly and my promises. Not to tell. Not to deal with Kenny. Breaking a promise was worse than lying, but I didn't see how I could keep either of them.
As I thought, I watched the snowflake fall, and eventually my mind cleared and the snow was all I knew. Each snowflake different, unique. Each, insignificant, but put enough together and they could stop the world.
I think Tami sensed my changing mood because she asked, "So if you keep asking me to marry you...?"
I smiled. "Will you marry me?"
"Not today. So if you keep asking me to marry you, and if I say yes someday, where are we going to live?"
"Metropolis."
"Metropolis?"
"You're Lois Lane. That means you have to go to work for the Daily Planet."
I felt rather than heard Tami giggle. "You'd live in New York?"
"Not my first choice, but if that's where you are..."
"Don't you have to live in Houston? Or Cape Kennedy? I mean, you ARE going to be the first G-Y-N in space aren't you?"
"Nope."
Tami lifted her head and looked at me. Studied me. "You've decided," she announced. "You know what you want to do."
I wondered of University of Washington or Washington State had a parapsychology lab where I could get her tested. I nodded.
"What?"
I hesitated. I'd kinda known for a while, but had never put it into words. "I want to coach. I want to work with kids and teach them about sports and all the things that sports can do for them. So I guess that means I'll probably teach too."
"Tony, that's perfect."
Tami laid her head down again.
"So do you think a Pulitzer winning reporter and a middle school baseball coach can be happy together?" I asked.
Tami didn't get a chance to answer because right then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I called.
Mikee opened the door and stepped inside, shaking snow off her coat. "Hi, guys," she said looking at us. "I'm kinda tired, so I'm just gonna lie down on Traci's bed and read a little." She hung up her coat and took her bag to the back. Mikee hadn't wanted to go to the sleepover with Kelly, and all of her friends were busy or out of town, so she was spending New Year's Eve with us. Her parents were going to the Holiday Inn party too.
"You do know she's lying, don't you?" Tami asked.
"Yep."
"Are you going to go get her?"
"Someday."
"Anthony Marion S..."
"Tami, my love, that very nice girl is trying to give us some alone time. Do you really want to waste it." I slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her breast.
"I..."
"The night, as they say, is young." With my other hand, I lifted her shirt and covered her other nipple with my mouth.
"Here?"
"Unless you have someplace better in mind."
An hour later, I went back to get Mikee.
"You gonna stay back here all night?" I asked as I opened Traci's door. "Or join the party?"
"I didn't want to be in the way," she said, looking up from the book she was reading."Mikee, my girl, if we didn't want you here, we wouldn't have invited you."
"I thought that was because my mom asked."
I grinned. "If that was the only reason, I'd be charging her seven bucks an hour to babysit." Mikee bristled at the thought of being babysat. I stepped into the room, reached down, and scooped her into my arms. She'd been lying on her stomach to read, so as I straightened up, I tossed her into the air with a one hundred and eighty degree spin and caught her again, right-side-up.
"It wouldn't be a party without Michelle," I told her.
"I thought you'd rather have Kelly."
I tossed her into the air again, spinning her so that I caught her stomach-side-down, then lifted my foot and put it on Traci's bed. I laid her across my knee, let go so that she sagged into an inverted V, then smacked her hard on her upturned butt. Before she knew what was happening, I had picked her up again, spun her right-side-up, and was carrying her out of the room.
"There are less than five hours left in 2004. There WILL BE NO sibling jealousy allowed."
Mikee giggled and nodded. "That hurt."
"It was supposed to."
"I'm not really jealous of Kelly," Mikee said as I carried her out of the room. "I know you've been spending time with her to make her feel better."
"I've been spending time with her 'cause she's my favorite."
"That's okay, I don't mind being second."
"What makes you think you're even in the top ten?"
I saw Mikee's mouth open and knew her tongue was about to make an appearance. I made as if to flip her again. Mikee reconsidered, only the tip of her tongue showing as she closed her mouth.
"Kelly seems better."
"She has a ways to go. Be patient. And do me a favor: let me know if Kenny gets on her case." I tried to say it casually, not giving away too much.
"Yeah, he can be a pain. I wish there was a place to trade in your brother."
"If there was a place like that, do you think Traci would still be around?"
"You can't fool me," she accused. "You like your sister."
"Yeah, now. It's taken me years to civilize her enough to be out in public."
"I'm telling her you said that."
"Feel free. I've told her enough."
* * *
When we got to the living room, Tami was dressed, though in shorts instead of the jeans she had been wearing, and was sitting in Dad's chair. I dumped Mikee into Tami's lap, took one of Tami's hands, and put it on Mikee's tit, noticing for the first time that Mikee's tits were actually bigger than Tami's.
"Have fun," I told them, then retreated to the kitchen to work on dinner.
* * *
Dinner was my specialty. Rib-eyes. I'd seasoned them with my own blend of spices, then marinated them in a herb/garlic butter sauce, then broiled them to a perfect medium-rare. I only did medium-rare. You want them more done than that, I'll loan you a lighter. Giant baked potatoes with one-part whipped herb butter to one-part potato. A small tossed salad with a garlic vinaigrette, also my own recipe.
And last, something new, lobster tails. I know the best cooks say to drop live lobsters into a pot of boiling water, and lobsters may be related to bugs, but I ain't doing it. Dad picked me up some fresh lobster tails from a seafood place in town, and that would have to do.
Throw in some King's Hawaiian rolls--I don't bake, so sue me--and you have a dinner fit for a king. Or actually, a dinner fit for two of the cutest girls in the state. After dinner, we were so stuffed that we passed on the homemade brownies that Mikee baked and brought with her.
We played three-handed pinochle and listened to music while waiting for the ball to drop.
* * *
"Thirty seconds," Mikee announced.
Nothing like a little more pressure. I thrust faster with my hips and tongue.
"Twenty seconds." This time it was Tami with the countdown.
Tami had decided that bringing the New Year in with a bang meant her and Mikee having orgasms at the stroke of twelve. More than a second either way and the whole year was shot. Have you ever tried to give your partner an orgasm by a time-clock? Hell, a lot of guys don't even care if their partner finishes, and I'm supposed to time it to the second?
"Ten seconds," they said together.
A whole year down the drain if I didn't do this right.
"Nine seconds."
They'd tossed a coin for choice of position. Mikee won, but decided to let Tami have Big Tony.
"Eight seconds."
If this worked, I could write a book, How to Schedule Your Pleasure. There were sillier titles out there.
"Seven seconds."
I was pretty sure both girls were getting close, but seven seconds close?
"Six seconds."
Even trying to make two girls cum at once was hard enough.
"Five seconds."
Big Tony was close, that was something.
"Four seconds."
Damn! Damn! Damn! This was never going to work.
"Three seconds."
I was sure that Mikee was on the edge as I worked at her clit with my tongue, but I didn't know about Tami.
"Two seconds."
I thrust my hips upward as hard as I could, trying to fill Tami.
"One second."
Now or never.
"Happy New Year!" they yelled, but they didn't cum.
"One second," Tami said, her voice slightly strained.
Maybe we could try again for the Hawaiian time zone and the year wouldn't be a total loss.
"Two seconds," Mikee announced.
I wonder if Hallmark has a card for this: Sorry you didn't cum at New Years.
"Thee..." Mikee started. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh my God!"
Well, three seconds late, maybe the year was salvageable.
Tami was rocking back and forth on Big Tony, and as Mikee rolled off my face, I saw Tami's face and knew she was close too. Maybe the sound of Mikee's orgasm helped push her over, because a second later she was moaning too. Big Tony decided he was done and joined the party, coating her insides with baby batter.
I might have been a few seconds late, but I had a feeling that 2005 was going to be a hell of a year.
Chapter 56
Now this is the way to start a week. School first thing Wednesday morning. We should do this more often, get Monday past that blah reputation.
I knew Kenny had come back, but he wasn't at the bus stop, so I didn't have to deal with him. Everyone was pretty subdued about starting school again, everyone but Mikee and Kelly. They were pumped and ready to go. Behind Kelly's back, Mikee pointed at her sister and flashed me a high sign. I guessed that Kelly was becoming more her old self.
The ride to school was pretty quiet except when Robbie got on the bus. "Are you ready to be educated?" she yelled, before sliding into the seat with Tami and me. The responses she got were rude and semi-pornographic.
Tami and I had art third period. Not by choice. It was a required subject. It hadn't been so bad in o-four, but now it sucked. Last year we got a lot of early art history: Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Michelangelo. Plus our own pathetic attempts at drawing and painting. But now Mr. Kincaid was onto abstract art, an art form that he thought was the height of human endeavor, but which, I thought was a waste of paint and canvas. Fifty minutes of listening to why Pablo Picasso was the greatest artist ever definitely fell under the cruel-and-unusual punishment provision of the constitution.
Afterward, Tami and I escaped to the middle school. Thursday was the first meet of the season, and since the girls hadn't practiced, officially at least, for two weeks, Miss Calloway had made arrangements that we could be in the gym all day to supervise anyone who had a free period. Since I got almost all A's and Tami got A's and B's, none of our teachers minded our missing today and tomorrow except Mr. Kincaid.
It was a pretty slow day. The girls showed up in ones and twos and worked on their routines. All of them managed at least one trip to the gym. Most did two of three. Traci showed up four times.
Thursday was a lot like Wednesday, except that after art we caught a ride to the middle school with Mr. Mulino, who had a meeting, instead of walking.
Our first meet was at Stoner Middle School, about seventy miles away, so the bus loaded a little before three. The girls were all excited. They all looked good in their practices, and I had visions of a state championship. Kelly had looked especially good. She still worked her routines hard, but now she wasn't trying to murder them.
Tami and I sat together and talked the first hour on the bus. She actually liked some of the art that Mr. Kincaid had showed us today. I'm sorry, but a square girl with three breasts isn't art, she's a circus freak. And I never liked the freak show. We also talked about college. I was thinking Stanford. She was thinking Harvard.
"You going to go talk to her?" Tami asked in an unexpected change of direction.
"Who?"
"Your sister."
I looked behind us. Traci was sitting by herself, staring out the window a few seats away from the rest of the team.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked, and Tami gave me a look that told me I'd just asked a stupid question. But if it was a stupid question, shouldn't I know the answer?
"She's nervous. Haven't you ever been nervous before a game?"
I shrugged.
Tami sighed. "Go," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.
I shrugged again, but got up and walked back to Traci. I sat down in the seat in front of her and hung over the back of the seat. "Hey brat. Why so quiet?"
She looked at me, then back out the window. "Just thinking about the meet."
"Everyone's worked real hard. You realize that if we lose today, it's all your fault."
"It is?"
Okay, wrong approach. "Trace, do you know how we get scored?"
"Sure," she said, looking at me again. It was the same stupid question look Tami had given me."The judges score us up to ten points for difficulty, grace, and mistakes and things."
"No, I mean the team."
Traci shook her head.
"Each school can put up to six girls on each event. They add the top five scores, then they add all the events together."
Traci shrugged. "So?"
"So, how many girls are supposed to compete on beam today?"
"Five. Kelly, Rachel, Stephy, Maria, and me."
"How many on bars?"
Traci gave me another stupid-question look. "Five. Kelly, Stephy, Susie, Miranda, and me."
"So what happens if you totally screw up and get a two on bars and beam?"
"We lose."
"No, we have four points more than if you weren't here."
Traci thought about it.
"So as your coach, I have a goal for you. I want you to try and get at least two points on bars and two points on beam."
"That's easy."
"If you think it's so easy, do better. But that's your official goal."
I started to get up.
"Tony."
I looked back at her. She was almost smiling.
"You're not the worst brother."
I thought about Kenny. "Second worst, maybe."
* * *
The meet was incredible. All perfect tens. We scored two hundred out of a possible two hundred, and the TV people said we'd be on ESPN. It was...
It was not that good.
Stoner scored one hundred and fifty-three point two. And beat us by over twenty points. I thought our girls were good, but they were just better. They did harder tricks and did them better. And they had six girls on each event, which gave them a cushion.
There were two high points. Kelly scored a thirty-three all together and won the all-around, beating Stoner's two all-arounds by more than two points. And Traci got a six on beam and a four point three on bars. Not bad for a girl who's been in gymnastics two months.
The bus ride to Pizza Hut after the meet wasn't fun. Most of the girls were complaining, either about the judges or their teammates. Mostly their teammates.
The bus pulled into the parking lot and stopped. I got up and blocked the aisle, my back to the girls. "Miss Calloway, would you and Tami go in and snag a couple of good tables?" The coach looked like she was going to object, but changed her mind. She and Tami got off the bus.
"Joe, you look like you need a drink. Go on in and have a Pepsi on me." The bus driver nodded. He was a pretty good guy. I would have bought him a Coke, but since Pepsico used to own Pizza Hut, we were stuck. "Would you mind closing the doors for a minute?" He pushed them closed when he was outside.
I turned to the team, who were all standing in the aisle and staring at me.
"SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" The girls all looked at each other and me. "NOW!" I bellowed, and they quickly sat.
"I was very happy after the meet." Damn, I'm getting good at lying. "But I'm not happy now. Can anyone guess why?"
No one said anything. Even Traci and Kelly looked shocked.
"You ladies have spent the last twenty minutes tearing each other apart, and it's ridiculous. With one exception, all of you have competed in sports before. And with one exception, all of you have gone to meets before. And that exception is my sister."
"Maybe if your damn sister had done better than a four point three and a six..." Brianna Lane started.
"What? If my sister, in her first meet in her life, had gone out and scored perfect tens, we still would have lost. And lost by more than ten points. Maybe if you had done better than a seven eight on vault..."
"The top of their vault was slippery."
"The fact is, we lost as a team. But there are a few things you might want to think about. One, Stoner has had a gymnastics team for over twenty years. This is our first. Two, Stoner has eighteen girls on their team. We have eight. Three, Stoner has at least ten girls working every event. That means they can pick the top six for each meet. We have five girls for each event, so we can't even drop our low score. And four, Stoner has two coaches who were both college gymnasts and three assistants who are level eights and a nine. You have Miss Calloway, who learned some gymnastics in college, and Tami and I, who know nothing." I'd had a chance to talk to one of Stoner's assistants during the meet.
"So here's your last fact. If we work really, really hard every day, we're probably going to lose every meet."
From their faces, none of the girls wanted to hear that. "But..." I looked around. They were all listening hard. "But, we can start cutting that margin down. The only way that'll happen is if you work together as a team. Instead of complaining about what your teammate did wrong, compliment her about what she did right. If you see mistakes, tell them. Not to cut them down, but so they can fix it. It would really help if we had six girls on each event, but to do that, some of you will have to do events you don't like. Traci doesn't like bars, but she did them so that we could have a fifth score. And you may not think a four three is very good, but it's four point three points more than we would have had without her. And Monday, Trace is going to learn to vault."
"I am?" she said, surprised.
"Either that, or I'm copying your diary and handing it out all over school."
"I'm gonna vault," she said proudly.
I looked directly at Traci. "Go tell Miss Calloway that we'll be in, in one more minute."
Traci hesitated, then got up, squeezed past me, and went into the restaurant.
"I don't know what you're like on your other gymnastics team, but this is unacceptable. I'm going to talk to Miss Calloway. There won't be any practice tomorrow. I want you to think about whether you want a middle school team and whether you want to be part of it. If you show up Monday, I'll consider that your answer."
"You might want to give each other a hug before you come in to eat," I suggested. Then I turned my back on them and walked out.
I was sitting between Miss Calloway and Tami when the girls trooped in a few minutes later. Miss Calloway had scored two long tables, one for us and the parents who'd come to watch, and the other for the girls.
Traci was sitting by herself at the other table nursing a root beer. Brianna Lane led the girls in. She walked up to Traci and said something I didn't hear. Traci stood up and Brianna hugged her, then all the rest of them hugged her too. I did my best not to smile.
The girls, including Traci, all came over and stood behind us. Stephy, who'd been elected team captain before the meet, cleared her throat, "Can we ask you something?"
Miss Calloway, Tami, and I all turned around. "Sure," Miss Calloway said.
"Can we please have practice tomorrow?"
"Uh, okay," Miss Calloway stammered, since I hadn't told her about canceling it yet.
"Thank you," Stephy said and hugged Miss Calloway. Then all the girls hugged all of us.
Kelly was the last one to hug me, and as she did she whispered in my ear, "And you and I are going to have a long talk about your language.""So how come Kelly, who's a level six, beat Stephy, who's a seven?" Miss Calloway asked.
"Well, Kelly's a really hard worker, and she'll be a seven this summer. But the problem is Stephy. She's really inconsistent. Some days she looks like she's headed for the Olympics, and other days..."
We all nodded.
"So is our problem the routines or the tricks in them?" I asked.
"Skills," Gary corrected. "Tricks are for magicians."
I nodded.
"Sorry, pet peeve of mine. The answer is, probably both."
"That helps," Miss Calloway sighed.
"I'll try to watch everyone do a routine today, and then I should have some suggestions about how you can tighten them up, or skills you can add to improve their difficulty."
"We appreciate it," Miss Calloway said. "As a PE teacher, I know a little about a lot of sports and not enough about this one."
"No problem. When Stephy and Kelly asked, I was glad to do it. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't stepping on anyone's toes."
Miss Calloway laughed. "I've got big toes, but feel free to step all over them."
"Well, I've got to go teach my sister to vault," I announced. "Now if someone would teach me."
Gary smiled but didn't rise to the bait. Apparently I was too subtle for him.
* * *
Vaulting is easy. You just have to throw yourself headfirst at the vaulting table. Spotting vaulting is easy. I just have to make sure they can walk away from it.
I'd already learned to spot vaults on the girls, but they already had the basics. With Traci, I'd be starting from scratch.
First I called over all of our vaulters and told them what I wanted to see. They lined up at the end of the runway, and I watched as they took turns doing handsprings, which is the most basic vault and the one I wanted to teach Traci. I'm not very analytical, but I was trying to correlate what they did with how the vault looked.
After they'd each done three handsprings, they started getting fancy. In a meet, each girl gets two vaults, and the judges take their best score of the two. They can do the same vault twice or two different ones. So all the girls did a nice safe handspring for their first vault and a more difficult one for their second. Miranda and Suzie did half-ons, where they did a half twist in the air before landing on the vault. Stephy and Kelly did half-halfs, a half twist on and another half twist off. Brianna did a half-on-full-off.
The girls vaulted for about ten minutes, then went off to other things, and I called Traci over. The first five times she jumped she got halfway up and fell back. The sixth time she went over with just a little tap on her stomach. The gym erupted with cheers. I hadn't even realized anyone was watching. Traci beamed as all the girls yelled and applauded.
I wanted to clap too, but I didn't want my favorite brat getting a swelled head. "Do you have any idea how ugly that looked?" I asked.
"I suppose you could do better?"
"A pregnant hippo could do better."
Traci bowed to me and, with a flourish, waved her arm at the vault. "Show me."
"Yeah, Coach," Stephy said from the side of the floor mat.
"I don't like to show off."
"Show us!" Kelly yelled from the bars.
"I..."
"Come on, hotshot!" Tami yelled. "Give the girls a treat."
Now I knew how George Washington felt when he heard about Benedict Arnold. Then I saw my out. "I'd like to, but safety rules. Nobody vaults without a spotter there."
"I think I can handle that," Gary said. I knew I never liked the guy.
I sighed and walked toward the end of the runway. I was trying to remember everything that Kelly had ever told me about the vault. And trying to analyze what I'd watched earlier. I was an athlete. I could do this.
I got to the end of the runway and turned to face the vault. Gary had the springboard standing on end and was putting some extra springs in. Probably a good idea. I was heavier than any of the girls. He looked at me, then set the board down. He looked at me again, then moved the board away from the vault a few inches. He nodded.
I took a deep breath.
Everybody had gathered by the vault to watch. I wondered if screaming and running away was an option.
'I'm an athlete,' I told myself. 'I can do anything.'
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" I looked to the side at Kelly standing there.
"Not a clue," I admitted.
"But you're going to try anyway, cause you're too macho to back down."
"Pretty much."
Kelly sighed. "I'll miss you."
I swallowed. "Thanks, you're a big help."
"Just remember, don't reach for the vault. Hit the board and go up, then kick out with your legs to get upside down. If you reach, you'll bullet right over the top."
"Got ya, Coach. Tell Tami I love her, and she gets all my stuff."
I took a step forward and started running. I was trying to think about what Kelly had told me. Don't reach. Don't reach."
The runway was eighty feet long. I ran as hard as I could, my eyes focused on the springboard. Even as I ran, I could feel my body wanting to reach for the vault, wanting to get my hands in place as soon as I could. Don't reach. Don't reach.
I hit the board doing about a hundred and ten miles-an-hour and took off almost straight up. I didn't reach. As the board pushed me into the air, I kicked my legs up behind me and felt myself going upside down. My arms were up by my ears, and I could see the suede surface of the vault rushing at me. I braced for impact, and my hands hit it, then I was flying off the other side.
I was doing it.
I was vaulting.
This was easy.
The momentum of my legs was carrying me over the vault and right-side-up. I was coming in to land. Maybe I should be a gymnast. My feet were coming down on the mat, but I realized that my feet were behind my body. I landed on my toes, and fell on my face. Hard.
"Are you okay?" several of the girls asked.
I rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. "Ow."
* * *
As the bus rolled down the main street of the town, I stood up in the aisle and faced the group of giggling girls.
"Ladies!" I said to get their attention.
"He's going to yell at us again," Stephy said.
"It's a tradition," Kelly explained. "He always yells at us after a meet."
"You should try living with him," Traci lamented.
Rodney Dangerfield thinks he gets no respect. He should try coaching a group of middle school girls.
"I just wanted to say I thought you had a great meet."
"Were you at the right meet? We lost," Brianna said.
"Yeah, but, one..."
"He's counting again," Miranda moaned.
"One!" I said a little more loudly. "Robert Kennedy Middle School is a better team than Stoner. They won the district last year. And two..." I waited for the interruption, but it didn't come. "They only beat us by fifteen."
The girls cheered.
"Like I told you, if you work really hard, we won't win a meet, but we'll keep closing that gap."
"What if we want to win a meet?" Brianna asked.
"Can't be done," I said positively.
"Oh yeah?" Maria challenged.
"Yeah," I said with a nod of my head.
"Oh yeah?" several of the girls asked.
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah?" they all screamed.
"Maybe." The girls applauded and stomped their feet.
I waited till they calmed down. "The thing that made me proud to be one of your coaches was the way you guys supported each other as a team. Somebody, who shall remain nameless, fell off the beam four times..."
"Traaaccciii," they all yelled, and my sister turned a delicious shade of red.
"Who shall remain nameless, but when she finished you were all there with hugs and nice words."
"But she got a six on vault," Brianna pointed out.
"You gonna make her learn the floor this week?" Miranda asked.
"Actually, I was thinking of getting you on the beam."
"I hate beam."
"Gary says you have a great beam routine."
"But that's a compulsory routine."
"So we take your compulsory routine, change a couple of things and call it an optional routine.
"Can we do that?"
I nodded. "We can do that." I'd talked to the Kennedy coach before the meet, and he said I wouldn't be the first one to use that shortcut.
"Cool. Then I'd be an all-around. I can beat Kelly." Kelly had come in third all-around tonight, but she'd beat Stephy by two-tenths of a point.
"In your dreams!" Kelly yelled from the other side of the bus.
My pep talk degenerated into a series of taunts and jibes from there. As I sat back down next to Tami, I couldn't help thinking that a team that acted like a team and wanted to get competitive could be a very dangerous thing.
Chapter 58
'I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date,' I thought as I jogged out of Mr. Calloway's room. He'd asked me and Ricky to come in and talk about the baseball season after school, so I was late for gymnastics. On the plus side, the girls should be all stretched out and working when I got there.
I figured I'd hit my locker, grab my stuff, then cut through the south hall, out the back door, across the football field, and jog through the woods to the middle school. In a month, it'll be easier: jump in the car and speed over.
At my locker, I dumped the steno pad I'd been doodling in at the meeting into my backpack, stuffed in my science book, and closed my locker. It was about ten to four, and I figured I could get away with jogging in the hallway, so I took off toward the south hall.
When I turned into the hall, the first thing I noticed was Kenny opening a locker, which was strange cause his locker was in the same section as mine. Then I noticed a kid standing on the other side of him. The kid, I think he was a freshman, looked nervous and was shifting from foot to foot.Neither of them noticed me, though I was only ten feet away.
The kid dipped into his pocket and pulled out a folded bill, it looked like a twenty but I wasn't sure. Kenny grabbed it, unfolded it, and smiled. 'Extortion,' was my first thought, but then Kenny reached into the locker and pulled out a baggy. Something green and leafy. Probably oregano. Kenny was running an herb store for aspiring cooks.
I took three big steps and kicked the locker door hard. It smashed closed, not quite catching Kenny's hand. As Kenny's head snapped toward me, I reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Let go!" he yelled.
I squeezed, and he dropped the baggy. "Not in my school," I told him coldly. 'Please throw a punch,' I begged silently. The kid looked like he was about to wet his pants. "Take your money and go," I ordered. "Don't come back."
The kid reached for the money still in Kenny's other hand.
"No!" Kenny bellowed. I squeezed his wrist harder. The kid grabbed the twenty and jackrabbited down the hall. I made a note to tell the track coach about him. The kid could move.
"You don't want me to catch you selling again," I told Kenny as I released his wrist. 'Please try to hit me. You're tough, you know you want to.'
Kenny glared. "You don't run the school. You don't tell me what to do."
I grinned. "You're right, we could discuss it with Mr. Parker. Or maybe Deputy Boyd."
"Narc," he growled.
The truth was, I had an ingrained resistance to tattling on anybody, even Kenny. I just smiled.
"This isn't over," he said threateningly as he walked away.
I hoped not.
I finally got to practice and spent most of it working with Miranda. First she showed me her level six routine, then we talked about the changes we could make. She wanted to change the back walkover to a back handspring.
The only problem was, she couldn't do a back handspring yet. I'd spotted back handsprings on the floor, but not on the beam, so I told her to talk to Gary. If he thought she could get them before the season was over, he could start teaching her and then teach me to spot.
The phone was ringing as I walked in the house. Tami's mom had dropped me off. Since it was Friday, Traci was spending the night with Rachel Clark, and Mom and Dad had said something about dinner out.
I dropped my bag and ran to the phone, wondering who was calling at six on a Friday.
"Hello."
A recorded voice said, "This call may be recorded or monitored for training purposes."
"Mr. Sims?" a human voice said.
"This is Tony Sims."
"This is Clark with Gringott's Bank and Trust."
Somebody for Dad. "You want..."
"I was just calling to remind you that you're seriously behind with your mortgage. When can we expect payment?"
"You've made a mistake. You..."
"There's no mistake. We gave you a mortgage in good faith. Now what are you going to do about it?"
"But I'm not..."
"You can't just stop paying because you feel like it."
This guy was getting on my nerves. "I'm trying to explain...."
"I don't need excuses. Everybody has excuses."
I had enough. I thought about just hanging up, but figured that would hurt Dad, not this clown.
"Your supervisor, NOW!"
"What?"
"Do you speak English or what? Get your supervisor on the phone."
"Now see here..."
"No, you see. Unless you're the chairman of the board, you have a supervisor. I want him or her on the phone."
There was a long silence.
"This is Candice Hall. Is there a problem?"
"A big one." I took a deep breath, I'd almost lost my temper and said a fucking big one. Right now, I needed to come off as reasonable. "Your man Clark there called and asked for Mr. Sims, I identified myself as Tony Sims. And he started lecturing me about my responsibilities to pay my mortgage on time."
"Well he..."
"Please let me finish. My name is Tony. I'm fifteen years old and don't have a mortgage."
"I see."
"I assume Clark wanted to talk to my dad, but he wouldn't let me explain that I'm not him. Your call says you record these conversations. My advice is that you review the tape and try to teach Clark some manners. Even if my dad or someone is behind in their payments, they don't need to have Clark lecturing them like they're a child or treating them like they're a deadbeat."
"I agree."
"I'll tell my dad you called."
"On behalf of the bank, I'd like to apologize."
"Maybe you should listen to all of Clark's calls and then make some more apologies." I hung up wondering just how far behind Dad was."Zoe smiled. I mean, she really smiled. She nodded, "I'd like that."
Before I opened the door for her and gave her a quick kiss. "I would too."
* * *
"Pretty ladies. It almost makes it worth it to drag myself out of bed," I said the next morning as Traci and I walked up to the bus stop. Tami, Mikee, and Kelly were already there, coats pulled closed and collars turned up against the cold wind that was blowing.
Peter slipped his arm around Traci, but I ignored it.
"Give it up. Everybody knows you like school," Tami said, then blew on her hands and stuffed them back into her pockets.
"You haven't told anybody?" I said in mock horror. "It's supposed to be a secret." All three girls, Traci too, shook their heads. "Besides, there's a difference between liking school and liking getting up in the morning to go," I added, watching my words come out in a white fog.
"Ya got that right," Tami agreed, and the other girls nodded.
I mumbled something, and somebody mumbled something back. I don't think any of us were keeping track of what was said. We were talking to see the white clouds and to keep our throats warm.
Zoe walked up, bundled into an oversized parka. "How's my favorite New Yawk-kar?" I asked.
Zoe laughed. "That's more Brooklyn, I was Manhattan."
I shrugged as I stepped closer. "Looks like Peter and Traci have the right idea," I said as I nodded toward where they huddled together. Zoe looked toward them. Then, before Zoe could reply, I slipped my arm around her. "Strictly to conserve body heat, you understand," I whispered.
Zoe looked nervously toward Tami, but she was ignoring us, talking to the girls. "What about Tami?" she asked.
"What about Tami?"
The bus pulled up, saving us from further conversation. I let the girls get on first, then followed. We were one of the first stops, so there were less than a dozen kids on the large bus. We'd pick up another dozen before we got to Robbie's stop.
Tami swung into the third seat from the front. Mikee and Kelly took the seat behind her and Peter and Traci the one behind that. Zoe had settled into the seat opposite Mikee and Kelly, and I swung in next to her.
"But..."
"I want to hear about subways. I've never been on one, so all I know is what I see on movies and TV, and there, they're always filled with monsters or muggers or both."
Zoe started talking about subways and buses that took her all over the island. I noticed Traci and Kelly sneaking looks at us, but mostly I just watched Zoe as she talked.
She was still talking about subways when Robbie got on. One of Robbie's eyebrows arched as she saw me and Zoe, but she didn't say anything as she swung in next to Tami.
* * *
Tami, Zoe and I walked toward the middle school mostly in silence.
Despite what I had told Kenny about gymnastics being a closed practice, I'd invited Zoe to come and watch. When I told Tami after school that Zoe was coming with us, I thought I saw a twitch in her cheek, but other than that, she smiled as usual.
The strange thing, I reflected as we walked toward the other school, is that no one had said a word about my switch in female companionship. Well, nobody but Luke, who made a comment about my expanding harem.
Robbie had given me a couple of strange looks, but didn't say anything. Tami and I shared most of our classes, and we were as friendly as always, just not touchy-feely.
I slipped my arm around Zoe, letting my hand rest on her hip. It took a conscious effort not to slide my other arm around Tami and my hand into her back pocket.
* * *
Practice seemed to go faster than usual. I spent most of it with Miranda, helping her change her compulsory beam routine into an optional one. She'd talked to Gary about her back handsprings. Saturday afternoon, he'd spotted her on several. Now it was my turn.
My big problem was, I wasn't tall enough. I had to stack several mats next to the beam to get to a comfortable place to spot her. Then, the first one she did, I lifted her clear off the beam because I was so worried about her crashing. But after a dozen or so, we were getting into the groove. She was doing most of the work, and I was letting her.
I spent most of the rest of my time with Traci and her vault. She was getting a lot better. When we finished, she asked if I wanted to try again. I was tempted. I thought I could do better, but decided to wait until Gary was around. He may have let me go splat on my first try, but I had a feeling he'd be handy to have around if I had more serious problems.
* * *
"Hi, Mrs. Morganthal," I said as the woman opened the door. "I was hoping that Zoe could take a walk with me again."
"It's too cold," she said quickly. "Besides, I think Zoe overdid it today. She's pretty tired."
"I see. Well, tell her I stopped by."
Zoe's mom closed the door.
I decided to see if Mikee could take a walk. Besides, I had things to talk about with her.
Chapter 61
I held hands with Zoe as we walked to the mailboxes. For the last day of January, it was gorgeous. The fact that it was Monday but there was no school because of an in-service day just made it better. It was about fifty degrees, with just a light breeze blowing and not more than three small white clouds in the sky.
I unlocked the box with my key, pulled out a small stack of mail, and wasn't surprised that most of it was bills. There was one from the Porsche finance company that somehow looked more official than usual. Two from the bank. And several from credit card and insurance companies.
As I closed and locked the box, I wondered how bad our finances were. Dad wouldn't talk about it, and Mom said to ask Dad. But neither of them looked happy.
I looked at my watch before taking Zoe's hand again. A little after eleven. I didn't have gymnastics until three. Almost four hours.
"It occurs to me that you've never had a tour of the house," I said as we started back.
"I've been to your house lots of times. I spent the night there in November."
"Yeah, but you've never had the official tour."
Zoe gave me the you're-weird-look, but didn't put it into words.
We walked to the house. Inside, I took her jacket and hung it up. "This would be the living room. Please note how clean the floor is, that would be because one of the Sims family knows how to use the vacuum." I didn't even buff my fingernails when I said it.
We moved through the living room. "I know you're familiar with this room. Officially this is the dining room, but actually, it's where you and Traci cheat at Monopoly."
"I don't cheat," she protested.
"Uh-huh." We'd played a few times since the sleepover. Zoe won if Traci wasn't there. Traci won when Zoe wasn't there and the one time they both played, Tami won again.
"This is our kitchen. Please note the immaculate oven. That was a major part of my punishment after the slumber party." Zoe opened it and looked inside, grunting appreciatively.
"As we continue onward, we come to our small but functional utility room with matching washer and dryer." I noticed that the washer had stopped. I'd put in a load before going to get Zoe.
I ignored my closed door. "This of course is our main hallway. Actually our only hallway. On your right is my bathroom, which I sometimes let Traci use."
She looked in. "Very nice."
"At the end of the hall is Traci's room. This has been declared a hazardous area. You must be fully insured to enter." I opened the door, and it was immediately apparent that Traci hadn't picked up in a couple of days. "The EPA assures us that it isn't actually toxic."
"You're mean."
"Only to Traci," I said, closing her door. "To our left is the master suite, where parental units go to conspire against me." I opened their door.
"Just a little paranoid," she suggested.
"It's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you." I waved at the room. "That would be the bed where absolutely nothing happens, or at least that's what Traci and I tell ourselves. And my dad's desk where he pays bills as the mood strikes him." I added the mail to his stack. Obviously, the mood hadn't struck him recently.
I put my hand on her back and steered her out and closed the door. "And finally," I said as we walked back up the hall, "the nerve center of the entire operation, my room." I opened my door and maneuvered her in.
"My desk, my chair. And the heart of the nerve center, my bed. That is where I lie to think deep thoughts, solving the ills of humanity."
"Deep is right," she said despairingly.
I grinned. "It's also where I ravage young girls. Say, you're a young girl." I gave her a small push. She stepped forward, off-balance and fell on the bed. I stepped to the bed, rolled her on her back, and lowered myself on top of her.
"Tony!"
I grinned down at her. "I have a strong suspicion that you're not nearly as sophisticated and experienced as you imply."
"I..."
"All you have to say is stop."
I lowered my lips onto hers and kissed her deeply.
"Tony, I..." she said when I broke away.
I lifted my head and looked down at her. "You're very beautiful."
Zoe blushed and I kissed her again, this time gently putting my hand on her breast. Damn, the girl was wearing a bra. I was really going to have to break her of that habit.
"That's kind of nice," I said, grinning down at her. "We should do it again." She didn't object, so I did.
"Isn't this better than just talking about it?"
Beneath me, she nodded and I squeezed her breast.
"What about your parents?" she asked breathlessly.
"Gone for the day." I kissed her forehead, nose and chin.
"Traci?"
"Hanging with Miranda until gymnastics." I kissed her throat, then nestled my face in the valley between her breasts.
She giggled."I haven't... no one's ever done that before."
"That's too bad. I guess those New York boys are slow." I kissed the tops of those two mounds.
"I guess they are."
"Maybe I should visit the big apple and teach the girls there what they're missing."
"Apple," she said automatically. "And you stay right here."
"Yes, ma'am." I buried my face between her breasts again. I wondered how she'd react if I started unbuttoning her shirt. I had a feeling that she'd let me, but wouldn't be comfortable about it. I could wait. After all, I had all the time in the world.
Chapter 62
"What are you playing at?"
"Excuse me," I said, looking up at Robbie. I'd been sitting in the library reading about Custer's early career. I couldn't decide if the man was a genius who got unlucky at Little Bighorn, or an idiot who got lucky in the Civil War.
"What's with you and the Manhattan princess?"
"Quiet!" Mrs. Conners snapped from the circulation desk. I nodded, and Robbie slipped into the chair opposite me.
"What about you and Tami?"
"Tami's my... my friend. She always will be."
"I thought she was more. I thought you loved her."
"I'll always love Tami. She was my first."
"But not your last?"
"Life's complicated."
"That's always your excuse. Life's complicated. Maybe you'd better uncomplicate it."
"Wouldn't that be nice," I said wistfully. "A life without complications. I think they call that death."
"God, I hate you sometimes."
"That's too bad, I've always liked you."
* * *
"Ladies!" I shouted to get their attention.
"He's going to yell at us again," Miranda complained.
"I thought he only yelled on the bus," Stephy said.
"It's tradition. He has to yell after every meet," Kelly explained.
I looked at Miss Calloway standing next to me. "Is spanking allowed?"
"No, you'd enjoy it too much," Stephy said.
Damn, these girls have gotten to know me quick.
Tami smiled. "Sit!" she said loudly, and the eight girls all settled on the bench. "Listen!" The girls looked up at me attentively. Sometimes I think they behaved for her just to annoy me.
"I just wanted to say that you ladies did a great job for your first home meet." We'd had a weird schedule, maybe because we were the new team in the district. Four away meets, then two home meets, then districts.
"You managed to lose another one." The girls booed, and I noticed that some of the parents watching from the bleachers looked shocked. "But, you only lost by four points. That's a long way from twenty."
"Stephy almost won the all-around..." Stephy stood and clasped her hands together over her head like a boxer, "...and Miranda was right on her heels."
"Hey!" Kelly protested. "I've got a cold."
"And Kelly did a great job competing with a cold. We've got one more home meet a week from now on the eleventh, then districts. And I think Rachel should compete bars so that we have a sixth. All in favor?"
Before Rachel knew what was happening, the rest of the team had their hands in the air.
"And that means," I continued, "that Brianna or Susie need to do floor. What do you think girls, rock, paper, scissors or flip a coin?"
The two girls looked at each other, then back at me. "You're mean," they said in stereo.
Kelly stood and walked up to me. "They're a little slow if they're just figuring that out," she whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.
I waited for the laughter to stop. "They're a lot slow if they're just figuring that out," I whispered back. The two girls turned deep red as their team laughed.
"Four laps, then get out of here," I yelled. "Let your parents deal with you. I want to go make out with my girlfriend." Zoe, who'd been sitting on a chair behind the bench, blushed as the girls jumped up and started running around the outside of the gym.
I looked over at Miss Calloway. "Maybe a boys' team would have been a better idea."
She smiled. "Then I wouldn't have you to help."
Damn! Why does everybody know me so well?
Chapter 63
To sleep, perchance to dream. And what a dream. All eight cheerleaders begging me to judge a softest pussy contest. I was about to agree when...
DING DONG!
The blasted doorbell pulled me back to the reality of my bedroom.
DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!
Somebody was anxious. I climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts. Mom and Dad had gone to visit Mom's sister, so it was just Traci and me. As I walked to the door, the doorbell went off again.
I opened the door, and Kelly evaporated from the porch and reconstituted herself holding onto me. "Kelly?" I said in surprise.
"I might have known." Traci was standing at the end of the hallway in her nightgown. She shook her head and turned back toward her bedroom.
I put my arm around Kelly and held her. "What's wrong?"
"I..." she lifted her head and looked up at me. Her eyes were red. She'd been crying. "I shouldn't have come. It's silly."
"You should have come," I told her. "There's nothing silly, nothing wrong with needing a friend now and then.
"But it's stupid. It was just a dream."
I nodded, though she couldn't see me, having buried her face in my chest again. I held her tightly and maneuvered her backwards into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and pulled the frightened girl onto my lap.
"There's nothing stupid about being upset by a dream. Dreams can be as powerful as reality." I thought for a second about my cheerleaders, then pushed them out of my head. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
She nodded without looking up. "It was happening again."
Damn! Damn! Damn! Fuck! I knew I was in over my head.
"Kenny was..." she sobbed into my chest. Maybe I could cut his brake lines. Kenny had turned sixteen back in November and had an old beat-up van.
I rubbed her back. "It's okay. It was just a dream. It wasn't happening again."
"It was worse."
"Worse?"
"Mom and Dad were sitting there watching. Mom was saying what a bad girl I was, and Dad was talking about sending me away."
Damn! Damn! Fuck! Fuck!
"Kelly, look at me." It took a minute, but she lifted her head and looked up at me. "You know your parents love you."
"I guess."
"You know. And you know that if they knew what had happened, it wouldn't be you they were mad at. It wouldn't be you they were sending away."
"I know, but..."
"There is no but."
"I... I guess. I shouldn't have come over. I woke you."
"No, you should have come over. I was getting up anyway." I glanced at the clock beside my bed. Seven thirty. Yeah, I was getting up, in about three hours. "I mean it's Saturday. Can't sleep the day away." Though I could have tried.
That's when I noticed how funny Kelly looked. She was wearing a jacket over a long flannel nightgown with untied tennis shoes. And her hair would have made the Bride of Frankenstein look good in comparison.
"Did you wake Mikee when you had your nightmare?"
"She wasn't there."
"Where was she?"
"Uh, she spent the night at her friend Paula's house." Somehow I had the feeling there was more to that story, but I let it slide.
"Did anyone notice you leave?"
"Peter spent the night at a friend's, too. And Mom and Dad had to work early."
"So you were alone?" Please say you were alone.
"No, Kenny was there, but I think he's still asleep."
My heart was pounding. I wondered if Kelly could hear it with her head pressed against my chest. "I really don't want you there alone with Kenny. If Mikee and Peter are going to be gone and your parents aren't there, you can come spend the night with Traci."
"I can take care of myself."
"I wonder how many dead girls said that before they got killed."
Kelly jerked her head up and looked at me. "Kenny wouldn't kill me."
"I didn't think he would..." damn, I still couldn't bring myself to say rape out loud, "attack you either."
"You worry too much," she said, laying her head back against my chest.
"You don't worry enough," I said as I picked her up and stood. I carried her to my bed and laid her down. I pulled off her shoes, then covered her with my blanket. It was electric, and since I hadn't turned it off yet, it was nice and toasty.
"Back in a minute," I told her and stepped out of the room. I went to Traci's room and opened the door. She was lying in bed, reading. "Good, you're up."
She looked at me, annoyed. "You might have knocked."
"If you'd gone back to bed, I would have woke you." I walked in and plucked the book out of her hand. Nancy Drew and the Spiral Staircase. Well, it was better than nothing.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
I ignored her, pulled back her blankets, and picked her up.
"You can't just do this," she said as I carried her down the hallway.
"I think I just did." I carried her into my room and set her next to Kelly and tucked her under the electric blanket. "Stay!" I ordered. "I'll be back," I added in a really bad Schwarzenegger.
I smiled at their confused looks as I left them there and went out to the kitchen.
In less than a minute, I had eggs whipped up, the frying pans pre-heating, and was chopping cheese, ham, and onions. I decided to skip the hash browns and bacon, didn't want a quarter of my gymnastics team getting fat.
A few minutes later, I loaded a tray with three plates full of huge, and may I say fluffy, ham and cheese omelets. I added buttered toast and carried it to my room. The two girls were snuggled together talking about American Idol. They both thought Carrie Underwood was going to win. I figured they were nuts. It was between Constantine and Bo.
"Ladies, breakfast in bed."
Both girls grinned. "You know what I was saying about trading brothers?"Traci said. "I take it all back."
"Damn. Peter's never even made me a P, B & J."
* * *
"She's coming back," Traci announced, looking out the window.
I looked up from the book I was reading, number ten of the Mission: Earth series, in time to see Kelly hurry by the front window. Traci went to the door and opened it before Kelly could knock. Kelly's face was red, and she looked upset. She hurried in, barely glancing at Traci, and settled on my lap.
"You okay?" I asked.
"He came home," she said softly.
Kelly had hung around that morning until after eleven, when Kenny had left to do whatever it was that Kenny did. Then she went home.
"You want me to heat up your electric blanket?" Traci asked sarcastically. I threw her a dirty look, and she left us alone.
"It's okay," I told Kelly as I rubbed her back. "You can hang here until your mom and dad come home." I stole a look at my watch, the one that Tami had given me for Christmas. A couple minutes to four. Her parents ought to be home by five.
"It was..." she buried her face in my chest again.
I decided that I wanted to be Greg Brady. I wanted to live with the Brady family where the hardest problem I'd have to face was hiding the other team's goat mascot or Bobby's shampoo turning my hair green--or was it pink? Greg liked girls too. Of course, he didn't know what to do with them, but maybe I could fix that.
I lifted Kelly's head until she was looking at me. "What happened?"
"Kenny came home about half-an-hour ago. Bobby Hayes and Benny Schroeder were with him. I was sitting in the living room watching TV. I tried to ignore them..."
"And?"
"Kenny was making a lot of remarks about girls and sex and stuff. A couple minutes ago he started, uh, he started... He felt up my tits and said he was thinking of sharing." Kelly pulled her head out of my hands and buried it again. "That's when I came over here."
I held Kelly for a long time. I didn't think about what to do. I didn't think at all. I just held on to her.
* * *
Traci came back about fifteen minutes later. "Is everything okay?" she asked quietly from the doorway.
I motioned her over. I stood and put Kelly down in the chair. Then I pulled Traci into the seat with her, putting her arm around the other girl. "Don't let go," I told her.
"Where are you going?" Traci asked.
I stopped at the front door. "I'll be back," I told the girls. I didn't bother with the Schwarzenegger accent.
"You promised," I heard behind me before I closed the door.
* * *
I walked quickly down the street toward Kelly's house.
Tami was just coming out of her house. "Good, Tony. I wanted to ask you about our journalism assignment."
"Not now," I said and walked past.
I walked up into the porch and in the front door without pausing. Kenny and his buddies were sitting in the living room drinking cans of beer. Kenny made it easy. He was closest to the door. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.
"You can't just barge in..." Benny started to complain, jumping to his feet.
"Sit down," I ordered coldly. Benny flushed and complied.
I held Kenny by his bunched up shirt and stared. I really wanted to see what his nose would look like concave, but I kept hearing Kelly's voice saying, "You promised."
"What?" Kenny said after a long time.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay in control. "Don't ever treat your sister like that again."
"We were just joking around."
I lifted his shirt higher. Kenny was standing on his tiptoes. "Don't ever treat your sister like that again," I repeated slowly, emphasizing every word.
"Or what, the brat will go crying to you, and you'll beat me up?"
I held him there and stared, trying to see into his brain, trying to figure out what made him tick. Is this how sociopaths started out? Then I decided that I'd been watching too many cop shows. I stared.
Kenny squirmed, standing on his tiptoes.
I stared.
"Let him go already," Bobby said. "It was just a joke."
I stared.
I knew the exact second when Kenny knew that I knew what he'd done. The blood drained from his face and his eyes changed, fear replacing defiance.
He knew, and I hadn't told him. I hadn't broken that promise.
"The only reason you're not bleeding," I said quietly, "is that Kelly doesn't want me to hurt her brother. She still cares. Please give me an excuse."
Kenny held absolutely still.
I let go, and he sagged onto the sofa.
"My advice to you is to pretend that Mikee and Kelly don't exist. Don't look at them. Don't talk to them. Because if either one of them ever cries again because of you, I will take you apart."
I looked over at the other two. "That goes for you too. Don't look. Don't talk. Don't even say hi."
I looked back down at Kenny. "Consider running away."
I walked to the door. "And change your pants," I said without looking back, remembering the small wet spot on his crotch.
* * *
Tami was waiting outside.
"Feel better?"
"No." I remembered a scene in Rocky when he went to a meat packing plant and pounded on big slabs of beef. Why didn't we live closer to a meat packer?
"You want to tell me about it?" she asked gently.
"No."
"Tony, I realize that you have secrets that aren't yours to tell..."
"And I won't."
"Even though it's tearing you up?"
"Even then," I agreed.
"I think I can guess."
"God, I hope not." I didn't want to think that Tami could even conceive of something like what Kenny had done to her sister. It'd be nice if one of us could have a little innocence. "I've got to go. I told Traci she couldn't move until I got back."
"I want to help."
"There's nothing you can..." I thought about it and smiled. "Why don't you come over for some Monopoly."
Tami looked surprised but nodded.
Kelly won, and I don't think anybody realized just how much I cheated."There are a lot of people," she continued, "who will tell you that incest is always bad, always harmful. There are some who say it's never bad, that it's natural. The truth, like usual, is somewhere in between. Part of the problem is the legal system. Incest is against the law almost everywhere, but in some states it's just parents and their children or brothers and sisters. Other places it's cousins or even second and third cousins. Some places even include steps, though, technically, they aren't related. In my case, it was my grandfather."
Kelly's eyes got really big. "You had sex with your grandfather?"
Mrs. Fletcher sighed again and looked at Kelly. "Let's just say, he had sex with me."
"But, your grandfather?"
Mrs. Fletcher nodded. "It started when I was five. Mom would leave me with him a couple of nights a week when she had to work late. It started with touching. He'd touch me in..." she hesitated, "my private place."
"Your pussy," Kelly supplied.
Now it was Mrs. Fletcher's turn to be surprised. "Yes, my pussy. And he'd want me to touch his... his cock."
Kelly nodded in understanding.
"When I was nine or ten, I told him that I didn't want to do it anymore, but he said I had to. By then he was licking me all over and wanted me to lick his cock too. I didn't want to, but he was my grandfather, and kids are supposed to do what their parents or grandparents tell them, right?"
Kelly and I both nodded.
"When I was eleven, we had full sex."
"He fucked you," Kelly said bluntly.
"Yes, he did."
"You know, I need some air," I announced. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Without waiting for an answer, I got up and left.
Outside, I walked to the van. Mom was reading a magazine. I looked over her shoulder. Cosmopolitan. "There's a little store on the next block. Want anything?" I asked.
"A Pepsi would be nice," she said without looking up.
"I want a DNA test. We can't be related." Mom was one of those people who didn't care if it was Coke, Pepsi, RC, or something in-between. Though she did draw the line at the Safeway and Wal-Mart house brands.
I walked to the store and came back a few minutes later with two cans of Coke. We sat in the van and drank. "Were you planning to tell me what this is all about?" she asked after a couple of minutes.
"Did Traci tell you that she landed ten cartwheels in a row on the beam Friday?" I asked.
"I'll take that as a no then." She went back to her magazine.
Thirty-five minutes later, I saw the door open and Kelly step out. I rushed up the walk to meet her.
"You told her, didn't you?" she accused.
"No, I didn't. When I talked to her on the phone, I told her that you had a secret that wasn't mine to tell. But lots of people have secrets."
Kelly nodded.
"Did you tell her?"
Kelly bit her lip and nodded.
"Did it help?"
"I guess so." She kind of cocked her head as she looked at me. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Kelly, you were having nightmares."
"One."
"It starts with one. I was out of my league. I didn't know how to help."
"You helped, just by being my friend."
"It wasn't enough. Mrs. Fletcher has a degree in psychology, plus she'd been through something like what you're going through."
"Did she tell you she hasn't talked to her grandfather since she was twelve?"
"Yeah."
"That's kinda sad."
"Yeah, it is," I agreed.
"She thinks I should tell Mom."
"I do too."
"I can't."
"Kelly, you know your mom loves you. And you know she's not going to think it's your fault."
"What if Kenny tells her I wasn't a virgin? What then?"
Good question. Damn good question. Good questions are even better when you have good answers to go with them.
"Kelly, if you want me to go with you to talk to your mom, I will. I'll even tell her that I popped your cherry."
Kelly gave me the kind of look usually reserved for people with IQs of sixty or below. "Are you nuts?"
"I'm not afraid of your mother." Of course, when Alana comes home from college, she'll probably have Big Tony stuffed and mounted. "Whatever it takes to make you comfortable telling her."
"Something that doesn't involve us both being grounded to the year twenty-five twenty-five would be nice."
A Zager and Evans reference. I didn't think she had it in her.
"Maybe we could start off easy. We could tell your mom about my cherry," she suggested.
"Are you nuts? I had to sit through a two-hour sex lecture when she found out Traci had kissed some boy at a dance. She finds out about your cherry, and we're talking a week, minimum."
"With slides and diagrams," Kelly agreed. "Let's take it a step at a time. I'm coming back to talk to Kate some more on Saturday afternoon."
"Saturday afternoon, I'll be a licensed driver. May I transport you to your appointment?" I said with a bow.
Kelly giggled, looked at me, and giggled again. "No, you won't."
"You've been talking to Traci. I assure you, I'll pass my test on the first try."
"That's not what I meant. You can't take the test until you're sixteen, and your birthday is on Saturday. The DMV's closed Saturday. So you can't take your test until Monday."
I laughed. "Ordinary mortals can't take it Monday either. DMV will be closed while they install some new software and train everybody on it. But I am no ordinary mortal!" I puffed out my chest like George Reeves on the old Superman TV show.
"What gives?"
"Well, way back in June, I called the DMV and made an appointment for the twelfth at eight AM. A week ago, a guy calls and says there's been a mistake, that I had an appointment for a Saturday drive test, but they don't give Saturday drive tests. I said they'd made the appointment; they should honor it. He pretty much laughed in my face, told me the office was closed Monday and booked solid Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, but that if I asked nice, I could have an appointment for Friday.
"I called the director."
"The director?"
"The big boss of the DMV. I looked up his phone number on the internet. I called and told him all about the phone call I'd gotten, especially the tough-luck-kid attitude of the guy who called. I told him my call was just a courtesy and that next I was calling the paper in Seattle and telling them all about it. The DMV has gotten a lot of bad press lately over customer service and attitude.
"He asked if I'd mind waiting an hour, and I agreed. About ten minutes later, I got a call from the guy in the local office who apologized up and down and told me I could test Saturday morning."
"Too cool. Will you have trouble from the guy when you take the test?"
"I don't think so. I've still got the director's phone number."Zoe nodded, and I leaned forward and kissed her. I'd planned a quick one, but as our lips locked together, I found I didn't want it to stop. I put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her back and pulled her closer. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and rubbed against her lips.
Her mouth opened, and for the first time, my tongue moved inside just as her door opened. From the corner of my eye, I saw an annoyed mother. I didn't pull away, but kept kissing the girl. My tongue brushed against hers, and I felt her jump. I kept kissing for another twenty seconds or so, then pulled back. I ignored her mother and looked down at my watch. "I'll see you in ninety-four minutes."
She nodded and turned, seeing her mother for the first time. Her mother started talking in a low voice as I jumped off the porch. The only words I caught were, "almost sixteen."
I guessed the age thing was rearing its ugly head. I hoped it wasn't going to be a major problem; I really didn't want to go to Plan B.
I took the path next to the pool. As I passed Tami's house, I could hear the bass of the stereo, but I couldn't tell what song it was. I glanced in the window and saw Tami and the girls dancing. I smiled.
'Maybe Greg Brady isn't simple enough,' I thought. 'Maybe I should be Opie Taylor in Mayberry. Talk about no problems. But what the hell kind of name is Opie?'
I got home, snagged the phone, and headed for Dad's bedroom to add to his stack of bills.
Mom got home just before five thirty. We picked up Zoe, Tami, and Kelly and headed for the meet.
"Ladies!" I yelled.
The girls rushed into a straight line, tallest to shortest in front of the bench, and popped off some snappy salutes. They'd obviously practiced. "Team all present and accounted for, sir! Ready to be yelled at!" Stephy said and popped another salute.
"Sit," I said tiredly. I was beginning to think my decision to become a coach was a little hasty. Either that, or I had to find a school to coach at where spanking was allowed.
"That was our last home meet, and ya lost again."
"Sir, yes sir!" they yelled together. I thought about the eight-fifty an hour I was going to get from Gary to coach gymnastics and wondered if now would be a good time to ask for a raise.
"But you lost by less than two."
Stephy stood up. "Sir, one point two two five, sir!"
If her parents hadn't been sitting in the bleachers, I would have put her over my knee right then.
"I think you've all improved a lot, and I hope you've all had fun. Except for Stephy, Maria and Miranda who'll be at the high school next year..."
"If Miranda passes math," Traci interrupted. Miranda, who was sitting next to her, gave her an elbow in the stomach. "Coach, she hit me," Traci complained.
"Come here for a second, and I'll hit you too." The brat stuck her tongue out. "Except for the eighth graders, who plans to compete again next year?"
All five seventh graders raised their hands.
"Well, start recruiting. We want enough girls next year so that we can have seven or eight per event. Then we won't be so desperate that we have to use Traci."
The look on Traci's face was worth all the abuse. Stephy jumped to her feet. "As team captain, we resent that remark. Traci is a valuable member of this team."
"Yeah!" the others yelled.
I bowed to the girls. "I withdraw the comment."
"You'd better!" Kelly, sitting on the other side of Traci, yelled.
"Next week, we have districts on Friday and Saturday in Wenatchee. Everybody competes on Friday for the all-around and the team, and that's when we lose our last meet..."
"Boo!" they yelled.
"Then Saturday, the top twelve girls in each event compete. I hope we have at least one girl in every event."
"You better believe it!" Kelly yelled.
"Captain, would you muzzle her?"
Stephy shook her head. "Nope, she bites."
Kelly showed her teeth and did a couple of exaggerated bites.
I sighed and looked over at Miss Calloway. "Anything you want to add?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm afraid of them."
"No practice tomorrow, so have a good weekend, and we'll see you on Monday. No laps tonight. Go home and remind your parents why they should have contributed to planned parenthood."
Stephy jumped up for the third time. "Sir, permission to kiss, sir!"
"Excuse me?"
Stephy stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you." Then she hugged Tami and Miss Calloway. One by one the girls came forward and kissed me on the cheek and said thank you. When it was Traci's turn, she held her hand out to shake, then blushed and kissed me on the cheek too.
Suddenly I remembered why I wanted to be a coach.
Chapter 66
I really hate when they misfile things.
According to the computer, the book I wanted was in the library, but it sure wasn't on the shelf it was supposed to be. Which meant either a brain-dead library aide had misfiled it or somebody had picked it up, then put it back in the wrong place.
The book had a four hundred number, I wondered if somebody might have read it as a nine hundred. I moved over to that bookcase.
"...just is." I heard Tami say from the other side.
"How can you defend him?" I recognized Robbie's voice.
"Cause he's Tony." Damn, they were talking about me.
"That's not an excuse."
"No, it's not an excuse," Tami agreed. "It's a mission statement." I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.
"That's no excuse for the way he's treating you."
"We're friends. That's how he treats me."
I figured it was about time to make a quiet escape.
"He just wants to get in her pants. Like he did you, me, Mikee, Kelly," Robbie charged.
Damn. That hurt. But it wasn't like that.
"It isn't like that," Tami said in my defense. "Besides, if he wanted in her pants, all he had to do was smile. She's been crushin' on him since that first Monopoly game."
"For three years he's told you he loved you. He's asked you to marry him a dozen times. Then he dumps you for a skanky thirteen-year-old bitch from New York."
"Zoe is..."
"Zoe's my friend," I said, stepping around the bookcase. Tami was sitting at a table, and Robbie was leaning over the other side. "And I really don't see how who I love or don't is any of your business."
Robbie straightened and we stared at each other about eight inches apart. "Tami's my friend. I don't want to see her hurt."
"She's mine too. But so is Zoe, and I don't want to hear you talk about her."
"Or what?" she challenged. "She's a guy-stealing little bitch."
"For your information, she didn't go after me. I went after her."
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is, keep talking and we'll find out if I think of you more as a girl, who my mama taught me not to hit, or a football player who's trashing my girlfriend."
Robbie looked surprised. I didn't know if I'd actually hit her, but I'd done a lot of things lately that surprised me.
Tami jumped up and grabbed my arm. "C'mon, walk me to my locker." I glared at Robbie for almost a minute, neither of us willing to give an inch before I let Tami pull me away.
I was still in a rotten mood when I got home at four. Since we didn't have practice, I actually got to go home for a change. Traci and I walked in the door and saw my parents sitting in the living room. I grunted something and headed for my room. I don't get in bad moods often, but at least I recognize them when they hit, and I've discovered that I have fewer bridges to mend if I just avoid people as much as possible.
"Tony, could I see you a minute?" my dad yelled a few minutes later.
"Yes, oh wise and compassionate one?" I said when I walked into the living room.
Mom, sitting on the arm of Dad's chair, giggled.
"I got a call about you this morning," Dad started.
A call? I hadn't even seen Parker since before Christmas.
"Clark, from the bank. He said he talked to you last month, and you were rude and disrespectful."
"Clark called to complain about me?" I said in amazement.
"Well, he called about something else, but then he told me that you were extremely..."
"The mortgage payment. He called about the mortgage payment?"
"Well, yes," Dad said, looking embarrassed.
"Excuse me a minute," I said and picked up the phone. I found the number I wanted in the caller ID list and pressed dial. "Candice Hall please," I asked when the phone was answered. Mom and Dad looked at each other confused.
"Miss Hall, this is Tony Sims. Your man Clark called my dad this morning to hound him about the mortgage payment."
"Yes, I realize that. Apparently, he didn't," I said after she replied.
"He also took the time to complain about my rude and disrespectful attitude last month."
"I would think so."
"Thank you. I appreciate it." I hung up. The folks looked even more confused.
"The bank apologizes, and you won't hear from Clark again. In fact, I think Clark may be looking for new employment." Maybe I should let him know that a dishwashing position at the Three Blondes would be opening up. I stood. "Anything else?"
"Sit down," Mom said sharply. "What was that?"
I took a deep breath. Dad was not going to be happy.
"Clark called last month and was somewhat condescending. I talked to his supervisor, Miss Hall. She apologized for his attitude. I was calm and polite during the entire conversation. Apparently, Clark carried a grudge. He shouldn't have called today."
Dad shook his head. "No, maybe Clark shouldn't have complained about you, but he was just doing his job. We're behind and he..."
"No, you're not."
"We're not?" Mom said.
"As of yesterday, you're not only current, you're a month ahead. Clark evidently didn't bother checking the computer before calling."Mom's expression was priceless: a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and relief. Dad's was less priceless. He shot to his feet so fast that Mom almost hit the floor. "What did you do?"
"I paid the mortgage," I said simply.
"With your car money?"
"Who needs a car? I have the school bus and Mom."
"How dare..." Dad thundered, but Mom interrupted.
"Tony, would you wait in your room please."
My retreat would have been a credit to any military genius.
Yesterday when I called Candace Hall and used my savings account to pay the mortgage, utilities, and back park rent, I'd known Dad wouldn't be happy. It was a pride thing. That was why he hadn't asked any of my grandparents for help. None of them were rich, but they were all pretty well off.
Traci stuck her head in my door. "Are you in trouble?" Once upon a time, she would have asked that with hope.
"Not sure yet."
"Is it bad?"
"Not sure yet." If Dad was mad now, when he found out I'd also paid up his Porsche, he was going to hit the roof. "If you're smart, it would be a good time to visit Ann or Kelly."
Traci thought about that, then nodded. A minute later I heard the front door.
"Tony, would you come here please," I heard Mom yell a few minutes later.
Dad was sulking. Mom was back on the arm of his chair. "First of all," she said. "I'd like to know how much you have left in your bank account."
"A little over eighteen dollars," I admitted.
"You spent eight thousand dollars!" Dad thundered before a sharp look from Mom sent him back to sulking.
"Well, four months of mortgages took half of it. Then I paid the park rent, the electric, the water, the Porsche, the phone, the..."
"You paid my car!" Dad shot to his feet again. This time Mom was ready and jumped to her feet herself.
"Sit," she instructed, and Dad sat and sulked again. "You felt you needed to do this?"
"Well, you guys put a roof over my head for sixteen years. I figured I could do my part for a couple of months."
"Eight thousand dollars," Dad moaned.
"Why would you do this without talking to us first?" Mom asked.
I looked at her. "If I'd offered him the money, what would he have said?"
"No," Dad said without looking at either of us. "You've been saving for that car since you were old enough to know what a car was."
"Not quite. Besides, they say that waiting for something makes you appreciate it more."
"Who says?" Mom asked, knowing how my mind works.
"Mostly the guys who can't afford a new car."
"You shouldn't have done this," Dad said, sounding a lot calmer.
"Why? The reason you don't have a job is because you didn't want Traci and me to have to move. And the reason you're behind on the bills, even though Mom is working, is that you've kept up the health insurance. I figure a large part of the reason for that is my baseball and football and Traci's gymnastics."
Dad nodded, accepting the situation. "I'll pay you back."
"You better believe you will," I said with a grin. "Besides I had an ulterior motive."
"What?" they said together.
"March is coming up. I figured if I get suspended like usual, you can't ground me as long if you owe me money.""Once again, Sims seems to think that the rules don't apply to him or his friends," Parker said.
"When he's right, he's right," I agreed, took Zoe in my arms and started to dance.
"Don't you ignore me!" Parker thundered. The band stopped playing, and everybody stopped dancing and stared. "The dance is only for students who bothered to attend school today. You don't belong here."
I wasn't sure whether he was talking about Zoe, me, or both of us. I stopped dancing, looked at him and Jeffries, and grinned. "The man's right, we don't. Let's go make out." I took Zoe's hand and headed for the main door.
If I'd ever wanted eyes in the back of my head, now was the time. I would have loved to have seen Parker's face as we made our exit.
* * *
I pulled back and looked at Zoe. "You know, you might want to have those tonsils out. They feel inflamed."
Zoe cocked her head and looked at me. "You couldn't feel my tonsils."
I grinned at her in the darkened truck.
"You couldn't?"
I leaned forward and kissed her again, my tongue continuing its explorations. I held her with one arm while my other hand caressed her breast. I hadn't broken her of the bra habit yet and could just barely feel a hard little nipple beneath my palm.
"I'm so happy," she said a minute later.
"I aim to please," I said and started kissing her neck and shoulder.
Have you ever watched somebody and known the second they made a decision? I didn't see Zoe make a decision, I felt it through her body as I was kissing her shoulder.
She pulled back a little and looked at me. "You... you can make love to me."
I was surprised, but recovered quickly. "Nope." I scooted to her and started kissing her shoulder again.
"You don't want to?" I could hear every iota of teenaged self-doubt in her voice. "You made love to Tami."
"What I did or didn't do with Tami has nothing to do with us. Every relationship is different. We have to find our own path."
"You don't want to!" she accused again.
I looked up at her and kissed her nose. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that you're not ready."
"But I am."
I kissed her other shoulder. "I don't think so. Besides, I don't want your first time to be in an old pickup truck."
"But I thought..."
"Are you in a hurry 'cause you want to, or because you think I do?"
"I guess..."
I smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. "Not every guy can't wait." Big Tony jerked in my pants to remind me what a liar I was.
I kissed her again. "When you're ready..." I left the rest unsaid.I crawled between her legs and kissed them.
"Not wasted all that time running away from boys in kindergarten."
I peeled down her panties and kissed the real lips underneath. I looked up her body at her, "We don't have to do this."
"Oh, yes, we do," she said and pulled my face back into her crotch.
I pulled her legs wider apart, then separated her pussy lips with my thumbs and resumed my kissing. Her back arched, and she shuddered with another orgasm. I'd say this girl was more than ready.
I lay beside her and waited for her to return to this reality.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked several minutes later.
"Is that what you want?"
"Is it going to be like that?"
"Better, I hope." Considering I hadn't even gotten in her pussy yet.
"Nothing could be better than that."
I kissed her gently. "Let's find out.
I undressed, then got between her legs. I gave Zo the spiel about pain and discomfort and explained about her hymen, since I didn't know if the girl's health classes got into the mechanics of devirginization.
I made a point of her watching as I rolled a rubber onto Big Tony. I'm glad she didn't ask why I had a box with me, since I hadn't planned to see her that weekend. In truth, I hadn't been with anybody since I started going with Zo, but in the back of my mind, I'd thought that Kelly might need some more comforting. It was entirely altruistic.
I could tell that I scared her a little, but she still wanted to go on with it. I leaned forward, letting Big Tony rub against her pussy. The little minx was wet, I'll say that for her. I leaned on one elbow as I positioned my head against those sensitive lips of hers. She shuddered. I pushed forward, separating the outer lips and she moaned. I kissed her gently and tried to slide into her just barely, but without warning, she grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard.
I felt the slight resistance as my cock tore through the thin membrane of her maidenhead. I imagined I could feel the warm blood envelope my cock. But between her natural lubrication and the warmth of her love tunnel, I knew it was just imagination.
Beneath me, Zoe whimpered. I rolled to my back, bringing her with me, my cock still impaling her. "Shhhhushhhh. Just relax," I cooed into her ear.
"It hurts. I don't want to be a baby."
"There's nothing baby about it. There are ten year-olds who don't feel a thing." I tried to remember how old Kelly had been that first time. "But there's twenty-somethings who cry and scream. Just remember that everybody is different. Give your body a chance to get used to the invader inside it."
Big Tony jerked, and Zoe moaned. I just held her and wondered if she'd really been ready for this. While I was holding her, there was a knock on my door, and she and I both froze. I heard a lot of young voices outside and figured the entire team must be out there. I glanced at the clock. Just a few minutes after nine.
"He must have gone for a walk," I heard Tami say.
"Knowing my brother," Traci said, "he figured out what room those high school gymnasts were in." The rest all laughed. One of the teams had brought their high school counter-parts to do a group demonstration while we were waiting for the final results.
"That's okay." Stephy's voice, I was pretty sure. "We'll get ice cream without him." The voices moved down the hall.
I looked up at Zoe. "Damn. Because of you, I missed ice cream."
It was such a stupid thing to say, Zoe started laughing, and didn't seem able to stop. And as she laughed, she rubbed against my cock deep inside. I could tell she was still having some discomfort, but some of the good stuff was starting to come through too.
"What do you think, girl, shall we take a vow of chastity? Never do this again?"
"I..." She moved experimentally. "Don't..." She lifted about two inches off my pelvis, then pushed back again. "Think..." She tried again, this time three inches. "So." I could tell she was still feeling some pain, but she was also feeling a cock rub against all those sensitive nerve endings.
I stayed still and let Zoe experiment with the new sensations. As I lay there, I thought about first times. There'd been a lot of them. Tami. Robbie. Mikee. Kelly. Now, Zoe. They'd all been different. All special.
Five girls in three years. No, Tami had been in July of o-two. Just a bit over two-and-a-half years. I wondered if I was becoming a first-time fetishist. I wondered if the Guinness People kept track of things like this. Maybe I could paint little cherries over my headboard.
Zoe was starting to moan again, but this time I didn't think it was pain. If the team girls had showed up now, they'd really have had something to talk about.
Zoe collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I gently stroked her back, Big Tony still at attention and buried inside her. "How do you feel?" I whispered.
"It still hurts a little," she admitted. "But the good feeling is... I can't describe it."
"Sounds like we're doing something right."
"Am I? Am I okay?"
"You're fantastic," I assured her.
Big Tony, still at attention and waiting his turn, might not agree, but despite what most girls think, guys don't always think with that head.
No, really.
Chapter 69
Grounded.
Sent to my room like a two-year-old.
I couldn't believe it as I paced back and forth.
For the record: the bedrooms in mobile homes are not designed for pacing. Not when you have furniture in them anyway.
It had been a good week until this morning. Last Saturday, we'd had girls in every event. Miranda had surprised herself by making the finals on beam, then surprised herself again by finishing forth. Stephy took second on floor and Kelly fourth on bars. But the big news was that Traci made the finals on vault. She finished twelfth, but she made the finals. That may not sound impressive, but when you consider where we started...
One of the best things about the week was, I had nothing to do. I mean, other than school. Gymnastics was over and baseball didn't start till the twenty-eighth. I could come home and do nothing. Not that I came home, cause I was mobile.
After school, Zoe and I would jump in the truck and explore our little corner of the world in a way we never could before. It was like... freedom.
Then Wednesday, Dad got his job back. Actually, he got a new job. His old boss, Bill Miller, hadn't been able to replace him, so the state personnel department gave him the authority to hire an outside consultant. Bill hired Dad.
They set it up so that he would tele-commute, working from home most of the time, with his computer tied into the state's network. A couple of times a month, he'd have to go to Olympia, but the state would pay for his hotel, his meals, and everything. He wasn't getting the benefits he had as an employee, but Dad figured with the extra pay, after paying his own insurance and pension, he was still making twenty per cent more than he had before. And the best part was, he had a five-year contract, which got Traci almost through graduation.
Dad decided he'd get a small office in town. When he was looking for work, he'd found several small companies that could have used a strategic planner, but couldn't afford a full time one. Now that Dad was going to be a consultant, he figured he could do deals with them too. Besides, the office would be tax-deductible.
Thursday, the world got even brighter for my main man. The Unemployment Department had their hearing and decided that Dad qualified for benefits, since his job left him. They told him he'd be getting a check for all those months within ten days.
Then Friday, I got to see Mom in action. We'd had the insurance on the mortgage and the Porsche that was supposed to make the payments if Dad lost his job. But when the Employment Department denied him, the insurance companies did too. I got to watch Mom on the phone as she explained that the Employment Department had reversed themselves and that if didn't have a check in her hands within five days, she'd be filing complaints with the state insurance commission. And if the checks weren't there in ten days, we'd see them in court where they could pay costs and additional for the inconvenience. If lawyer wasn't a dirty word in our family, Mom would have made a good one.
All-in-all, a great week. Until I got up this morning about ten, stuck my head in the living room, and was told to go back to my room. I was grounded.
There was a knock.
"Come in."
Zoe opened the door. "Your mom said I could have two minutes."
"That's something," I muttered.
She closed the door behind her, and I pulled her close and kissed her.
"Mmmmm that was nice," she said. "What did you do?"
"Not a clue," I said, shaking my head.
"No, really."
I shrugged. "I don't know why I've been banished."
Zoe looked over her shoulder at the closed door, nervously. "You don't think it's about us?"
I smiled, hopefully, reassuringly. "I doubt it. You wouldn't be in here if it was."
"Time's up!" Mom called from somewhere out front.
I kissed her one more time.
"Any idea when you'll be out?" she asked, putting her hand on the doorknob.
"Since I don't even know why I'm in..." I shrugged.
Zoe smiled encouragingly and left.
I paced.
* * *
Traci knocked and stuck her head in about one. "Mom wants you outside," she said quickly and left. I figured it was the leper syndrome. She didn't want to catch guilt by association.
I took a deep breath. Maybe I'd at least find out what I was in trouble for.
I opened the front door and looked outside. Mom and Dad were standing in front of the Porsche in the driveway. They didn't look happy. Mom looked up when she heard the door."Do you think this is appropriate?" she asked. Actually, she barked. Definitely an open-ended, loaded question.
"Uh..."
"What if your dad wanted to leave?"
They're getting a divorce, and it's all my fault? "I..."
"You're going to have to do something about it." Why is it that parents either give you too much information or not enough?
"I will?"
Dad laughed. Mom shot him a dirty look, then started laughing too. I watched them, wondering if the stress of Dad's unemployment had knocked them both off the deep end.
"Your car is blocking your dad in," Mom managed to choke out as she laughed.
My car? I parked the pickup behind Mom's van in front of the trailer. I looked at the end of the driveway. Behind Dad's Porsche was a dark blue Mustang convertible. The top was down, and it was filled with girls. Kelly and Zoe were in the front passenger seat. Mikee, Traci, and Tami were in the back.
"Where did that come from?" I asked, open-mouthed.
"Detroit, I think," Dad stammered, still laughing. "Your face!" He bent over double laughing.
I knew I'd been had.
"It was your sister's idea," Mom said, still laughing. "She said something about Monopoly night and payback."
I jumped off the porch. "I sure hope she has a quarter," I said, walking to the car. I put my hand on the passenger side hood and walked around the front. It was perfect. Just the way I'd imagined for the last five years.
"Why?" Traci asked, suspiciously.
"`Cause we're going for a test drive, and I'm dropping you off in the next county."
"If you drop her off, you're dropping me off too," Tami said in my sister's defense. "Me too," Mikee chimed in.
"Me three," Kelly added.
"Better and better," I said, leering at Zoe.
"My mom wouldn't want me to be alone with a guy who owned a hot car like this. I'll have to get out too."
"Damn! Well, I guess I'm bringing the runt home after all." I looked back at Mom, who'd finally managed to stop laughing. Dad was holding his side and gasping for breath. "But how? Dad just got his job back three days ago."
Mom grinned. "I was talking to my mom and dad the day after you sprung your little bombshell on us. Dad called the dealership that afternoon and ordered it."
"Cool." I wondered if this meant that Dad still owed me eight grand? I decided that asking would be pushing my luck. "I take it I'm ungrounded?"
"Go."
I jumped in and started the car. Damn, that was the most beautiful sound in the world.
* * *
We drove around for almost five hours.
The sun was out, and I think it was really trying to be spring, so a lot of people were out as I drove up and down almost every street in town. I have to admit, I enjoyed the jealous looks I got, whether it was from the car, the five beautiful girls, or both.
I decided I was even going to skip getting even with Traci. I mean, what I did on Monopoly night was funny. What she did was just plain mean. But I was feeling way too good to worry about it.
Life was good.
Chapter 70
"What is this supposed to be?" Mr. Kincaid asked, interrupting my daydreams about baseball practice that afternoon. It hadn't rained in almost a week, so the field should be perfect.
"My project." Sometimes teachers could be so dense.
"Your project," he said stiffly, "was an abstract art piece on an emotion. This is... is... is almost representational."
My drawing was a guy standing on a hill. He was surrounded by a heart, and the heart was surrounded by a sunburst as the guy stared at a girl on another slightly higher hill. It was supposed to represent my undying love for the girl on the other hill. For once, it didn't take a lot of imagination to see a boy and a girl in the picture.
I don't like to draw or paint, and I ain't good at it. And I really don't want to be.
"That's not a bad thing. Art should be representational."
"No, no, no. This is art," he said, pointing to a copy of a Jackson Pollock on the wall. "It's bold, it's evocative, it makes you think."
"That is a guy cleaning his paint brushes on a canvas and laughing all the way to the bank. Pollock, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Picasso, they're all playing this huge joke on the world and laughing `cause we don't get it."
"I'm afraid you don't get it. You're getting an F on your project and an F in my course."
An F. I'd never had an F. Hell, I'd never had a C.
"No, wait." I grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. Tami was working on a painting next to me. I grabbed the brush out of her hand and smeared some paint on the paper before handing it back. It was a dark purple. Then I took a jar of red paint and tipped a little onto the paper, letting it run down and through the purple smear.
I showed it to Mr. Kincaid. "I call it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize."
Mr. Kincaid's face went through almost the entire spectrum. First white, then pink, red, and purple. He opened his mouth to speak several times, then shut it again, before stomping out of the classroom.
I looked at Tami. "Do you think I should sign it Tony, or Sims, or do I need a pen name?"
"I think you went too far this time," she said as she put her brush down.
"I think you need to learn to read a calendar," Robbie said from across the room.
"A calendar?"
She pointed at the one behind the teacher's desk. "It's still February. March doesn't start `till tomorrow."
* * *
"Mr. Sims, I am extremely tired of your attitude. Of your disrespect for this school and its teachers."
My stomach growled. Parker had kept me sitting outside his office for over an hour. It was lunchtime, and I was hungry, though I figured it wasn't the best time to mention it. "Don't forget you. I have no respect for you."
Parker went crimson. "You see what I have to put up with," he said, looking at my mom. Parker had gotten smart. He called Mom before he talked to me. She and I were sitting on one side of the large conference table. Parker and Kincaid were on the other. Mr. Mulino and Mrs. Jeffries sat on the side, though they said they were just observing.
"Tony!" Mom said, warning.
"Just trying to be helpful," I said with a shrug. "Mr. Parker knows I have no respect for him, though I have to show him respect due to his office."
"Stop helping," Mom instructed. I shrugged again. "What seems to be the problem this time?"
"Just Mr. Parker's continued persecution of me," I answered before he could.
"This is not a persecution, it's a prosecution. Persecution is something completely different," he said with an air of superiority.
"Please don't lecture me on my word choice. I know the difference between persecution and prosecution. In fact, I'd be happy to match my vocabulary against yours anytime."
"Tony, Mr. Parker is not persecuting you," Mrs. Jeffries said.
"I wonder how the state board of education would see it. I'm one of the top students of this school..."
"According to who?" Parker asked.
"Well, at the end of the first semester, I was number four in my class academically. That probably puts me in the top ten for the school. I'm involved with two extracurricular sports and all the performing shows. I recently participated in the state-wide play competition and just spent two months helping the middle school gymnastics team. By most people's standards, that would make me one of the top students. What's your criteria?"
"That's not important. Nobody's persecuting you."
"How many times have you suspended me? Or attempted to?"
"Are you saying you didn't deserve it?"
"No, I'm just wondering how even-handed punishment is in this school. I know one student who's been caught smoking three times and hasn't been suspended. Of course, he's a favorite of yours."
"That's a lie!" Parker thundered.
Mom sighed. "I still don't know why we're here."
"Your son said some distasteful things about me," Kincaid accused.
"I did?" I asked in my best surprised, innocent voice.
"Don't try to deny it. You know what you said. I have witnesses."
I looked at Mom and shrugged.
"What did he say?" she asked.
"Wait, I have an idea," I interrupted. I reached into my notebook and pulled out my masterpiece. "Mr. Kincaid assigned us to do an abstract. He didn't like my first one, so I did this." I showed them all the painting. "I told him I was calling it Portrait of a Failed Artist Who Pretends to Teach and Criticize."
"There!" Kincaid said, sounding satisfied. "You see."
"What does the painting have... wait! Do you see yourself in that?" I looked at the painting closely. "I don't see it." I laid down the painting.
"You did it deliberately," Kincaid accused.
"Yes, I did. I deliberately smeared some purple paint there. I deliberately dripped some red paint there, then I gave it a title and called it art. If there's a crime, it's calling that art." I looked up at Parker. "You going to suspend me or what?"
"I..." Parker looked sick.
"Personally, I don't think you can make it stick."
"I..."
"That's enough," Mulino said, standing. "Mr. Kincaid, you can go back to class now. Charley, I think you have things to do too." Parker and Kincaid gathered their things and left. Mrs. Jeffries hesitated, then followed them. Mr. Mulino took Parker's seat across from me. "Tony, I'm disappointed."
I considered and rejected an innocent look. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"You baited Mr. Kincaid. On purpose."
"I did. He has such a superior attitude, and it was so easy. Mr. Parker was a bonus."
"It's still not like you."
I decided that Mr. Mulino didn't know me as well as he thought he did.
"Besides, I figured that next week I had to sue the school district anyway. I figured I could get an early start."
"Sue the school district?"Mom and Mr. Mulino said together.
I smiled and nodded.
Mom got the question out first. "Why would you want to sue the district?"
"Today is the start of baseball tryouts. I'm a sophomore, but I'll probably make the team." Both of them nodded. "That means that starting next week, my teachers will make a weekly grade report for my eligibility. Mr. Kincaid's report will keep me off the team."
"You don't have at least a C in Art?" Mr. Mulino asked, surprised.
"I have somewhere between a D and an F. Mr. Kincaid said today it was an F."
"Then you can't play."
"I want to play, so I have to sue."
"The eligibility guideline is district policy. A lawsuit won't change it."
"That's not why I'll sue."
"Why?"
"They made art a required subject."
Mr. Mulino leaned back in his chair, looking surprised. "I hate to break it to you, Tony, but the district has the right to do that. Just because you don't like a subject..."
"But they made it a required subject without making any guidelines."
"Mr. Kincaid makes the guidelines."
"That's the problem. He's biased."
Mr. Mulino looked surprised again. "Are you saying he doesn't like you?"
I smiled. "Before today, I think he liked me just fine. The problem is, he likes abstract art."
"You want to sue because your teacher likes abstract art?"
"Pretty much. Mr. Kincaid is a nice guy. And a pretty good teacher. But we've spent four days talking about the old masters and Renaissance art, three days on the Impressionists, and four weeks on Picasso." That caused one of Mr. Mulino's eyebrows to go up.
"Here's one of my tests," I said, pulling a paper out of my notebook and handing it across to Mr. Mulino. "You'll see I got seventeen percent. That's an F. Question one, name the greatest artist? I said Van Gogh and got it wrong. The answer he wanted was Picasso. Question two, name the greatest painting? I said Rembrandt's Last Supper and got it wrong. He wanted Picasso's Blue Boy. Now those are both opinions. His. I'll grant you that he'd told us those answers several times, and I knew what he wanted on the test. But I couldn't bring myself to write that.
"About half of our grade comes from our art projects. I'm a lousy artist, I admit that. But he's not grading us on technique, he's grading on artistic content. I'm sorry, but you can't grade art. Look at Warhol's Soup Can. Mr. Kincaid sees a great work of pop art. I see a Campbell's commercial."
Mr. Mulino looked at Mom.
"This is the first I've heard of it, but I think he's got a point," she said.
"I suppose you'll let him sue?"
Mom shrugged, "If we don't, he'll probably name us as co-conspirators."
"If I graduate him today, will you send him off to college far, far away?"
I smiled and shook my head.
Mr. Mulino rested his elbow on the table and rubbed his temple. "Tony, go ahead and try out for baseball. I'll look into it. No promises, but I'll look into it. Go to class," he said, waving his other hand in dismissal.
"Do you mind if I make a Wendy's run first? I kinda missed lunch."
Mr. Mulino put his other elbow on the table and lowered his face until his hands covered his mouth and just kind of stared at me over the tops of his glasses.
I took that as a yes.
Chapter 71
"Where have you been?"
I finished dialing my combination, opened my locker, then looked up at Robbie. "You're talking to me today?"
Robbie blushed. "I figure we're on the same team. Short and second are neighbors. We're going to set a state record for double plays this year, so I have to talk to you."
I nodded and put my backpack in my locker.
Robbie waited almost a minute while I got out my books for first period. "So where have you been? I mean, you were around for spring break, and a couple of days after, then you disappeared. It's been two weeks. You missed six games."
I nodded. "I heard you took over for me at shortstop."
"Where'd you hear about that?"
"I talked to the coach last night. He said I should watch my back 'cause you were pretty good."
Robbie smiled and turned red. "I prefer second. Glad to have you back, but you still didn't tell me where you've been."
"You're right, I haven't."
"Zoe was gone too. You two been shackin' up?"
"Something like that," I said as the bell rang.
* * *
"Did you hear about Kenny?" Mikee asked, walking up to us. Robbie, Tami, and I were standing in line waiting for lunch. Mental note: talk to student council about petitioning for an open campus at lunchtime.
"What?" the three of us said together.
"The D.A. offered him a deal. He could go to the boy's school at Green Hill 'till he's nineteen or go to trial and the D.A. was going to prosecute him as an adult because of the amount of stuff they found. He took Green Hill."
"I guess Kenny's not as stupid as I thought," I said.
"They took him last night."
"How are your parents handling it?"
"Pretty good. I think they kind of expected something like this."
"How's Kelly doing? I haven't seen her in weeks."
"She's back to her old self. She says she misses the middle school gymnastics, but the club keeps her busy. I still don't know what happened."
"Probably just a phase. You know how girls are." Robbie and Tami both smacked the top of my head.
* * *
I was just taking the first bite of my hamburger when a shadow fell over my lunch tray.
"Mr. Sims."
"Mr. Parker," I acknowledged without looking up.
"It's nice that you finally decided to join us."
I swallowed and looked up. "Well, the school has such a friendly atmosphere, how could I stay away. I mean the vice principal himself comes to welcome me back."
"Do you know what Friday is?"
I nodded. "I believe I do. It's the ninth of April. Be sure to stop by any time you need information." I took another bite of my burger.
"It is also the end of the third nine-week grading period," Parker said with way too much satisfaction.
"It's also our game against Apple Valley," Robbie added helpfully. Parker's glare made it clear he didn't appreciate the help.
"A nine weeks you will be repeating in summer school."
The idea surprised me. Not just that I didn't want to give up my summer, but that Parker would want to have to put up with me during his.
"That wouldn't be convenient. I think I'll pass."
Parker grinned. It was not conducive to my digestion. "You missed ten days. School policy is that you can only miss eight per nine weeks."
"Just out of curiosity, whose policy is that? Yours or the district's?"
The look of annoyance that flicked across his face answered that question nicely. "Also out of curiosity, what's the purpose of my going to summer school?"
"To make up the work you missed."
"Well, grades come out after Friday, and I'd be very surprised if, with the exception of art, I have anything lower than a B. And since the guidelines for art changed, I should have a solid C there. I'm not sure I see the point."
"The point, Mr. Sims, is that the rules are for everybody."
"There is that, I suppose," I agreed. "Tell you what: I'll pass this all on to Mom. She can decide whether to give it to our attorney or just call Mr. Mulino directly."
Parker glared, turned, and walked off, not quite stomping.
"You just love to push his buttons, don't you?" Robbie accused.
I grinned and finished eating my hamburger.
* * *
A week later, I was sitting in history class. Normally that would be a good thing. I like history, but today Mr. Calloway had a dentist appointment, so Parker was subbing, which pretty much meant that he was talking about things he didn't understand and didn't want questions or comments. We were supposed to just soak up his wisdom.
Dad's cell phone in my shirt pocket started vibrating. It tickled. Cell phones were strictly forbidden in school, so I pulled it out and looked at the screen, recognizing the number. I cupped it in my hand and held it up to my ear. "Tony," I said quietly.
"It's time," the voice in the phone told me.
"Mr. Sims!" Parker had stopped lecturing and was standing in front of my desk. "I believe you're familiar with the rule against cell phones in school."
I nodded as I clicked off the phone.
"I'll take that."
"I don't think so," I said, slipping the phone back into my pocket. "It's my dad's. He doesn't like me giving away his stuff." I closed my notebook and text.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving," I said as I stood up.
"You can't just leave."
"We have differing opinions on so many things." I stood up.
"You can't leave."
"Watch me."
"I'll suspend you."
"Do what you got to do. Right now, I've got a better place to be. That's a Harry Chapin song by the way." I left Parker with his mouth hanging open.
* * *
I called Mom from the highway. "I'm going."
"Be careful."
"Parker was subbing in history class. He wasn't happy about me leaving."
"Did you explain?"
I smiled to myself. "Honestly, the thought never occurred to me."
I could hear her sigh. "I'll see what I can do."
* * *
I hate hospitals. Calling it a medical center doesn't help.
* * *
"There you are."
I looked up at Tami standing there. She was wearing one of the school sweatshirts, the hood pulled over her head to protect her from the rain.
"What are you doing here?"
She smiled. "I had to be someplace. Here seemed like a good choice."
I nodded. It made sense.
"These work better with two people," she said, nodding toward the teeter-totter.
I stood up so that the other end came down. Tami climbed on, then pushed off. I went down again, pushed off, and went up in the air.For a while, we teeter-tottered, up and down, up and down, while the hard, cold April rain soaked us.
"I made love to her. Two months ago today for the first time."
"I know." Tami stopped and slid off. She walked to the swings.
I got off and followed. "You know?"
"At districts. She was different Saturday."
I nodded and got behind Tami and started pushing. "How'd you get here?"
"Greyhound. I left the driving to them."
"No, here?"
"I went to the hospital..."
"Medical center," I corrected. "They like to call it a medical center."
"I went to the medical center, you weren't there, I came here."
It made perfect sense to me. In a city of half-a-million people, Tami came straight to my little playground a dozen blocks from the medical center.
"It's nice."
I nodded, feeling possessive. "You should see it when the sun is shining. Lots of kids." Thursday and Friday had been beautiful days, and the playground was packed with kids, screaming and running and just having fun. Yesterday the rain had started.
"Are you okay?" Tami asked as I pushed her higher and higher.
"Not really."
"Were you...?"
"I was there."
Zoe had a rare form of leukemia. Between her red cells and white, something didn't work. That was why she got sick so easily. Just after spring vacation, she'd gotten sick again. This time I came with her when her parents brought her to the medical center at the University of Washington. She hadn't wanted me to. She didn't want me to know just how sick she was. But I knew, so I insisted. I'd stayed for two weeks, then had to go back to school when it looked like she was getting better.
Then, a week later, her mom called to let me know that "it's time." She'd slipped into a coma by the time I got here Wednesday afternoon. I'd sat with her and prayed. I'd never really prayed before, but I prayed for Zoe. When I couldn't take just watching her lie there, I walked. That was how I found my playground. I watched and prayed. I walked and prayed.
Friday, she'd come out of it. She seemed the same old Zoe. Her mom hugged her. Her dad hugged her. I hugged her, and we all talked for hours and hours. Yesterday morning, I'd been holding her hand, listening to her talk, and she slipped back into her coma. Then this morning, I'd watched as the Marcus Welby and Doctor Kildare types unplugged their tubes and wires and said their "I'm sorries."
I'd always remember that last conversation.
"It hasn't been so bad, has it?" she asked, her face pale and breathing raspy.
"Bad? Of course it hasn't been bad."
"Can we go on forever?"
"Forever," I agreed.
"You're a terrible liar. I think that's why I love you."
"I'll get better. When we're married and I want to sneak out with my buddies for some poker, I'll have to."
Zoe smiled. "Will you go back to her?"
"Who?"
Zoe smiled again. For a second, she seemed to have some of her color back. "Will you marry her?"
"I..."
"Please." She smiled a third time, then she squeezed my hand and closed her eyes.
I stopped pushing Tami and went over and sat on the merry-go-round. It was wet, but I didn't care. Tami followed me. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay." Tami sat down beside me and started pushing us slowly in a circle.
"It was Mikee who told me. Back in January. Zoe had told Mikee her big secret, and she thought I should know."
"Because Zoe loved you."
I swallowed hard. "I don't know if it was really love, or just a crush. Zoe talked about all her boyfriends back in New York, but she confided in Mikee that she'd never really had one."
"She had one," Tami said and laid her head on my shoulder.
"It wasn't fair. She deserved better. I didn't really love her, I just pretended."
"Tony, I know you better than that. You may have started out pretending, but in the end you loved her. You love her. You already said it. Two months ago today, you made love to her. You didn't fuck her, you didn't have sex with her, you made love to her."
Tami put her foot down and stopped us. She stood up and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go home."
I took her hand and stood. "You know, she asked me if I'd go back to you."
"Did it bother her?"
"No, she wanted me to."
"She was a very special girl. It's not fair that she had such a short time."
We started to leave. Suddenly Tami stopped and turned to me. "Tony, will you marry me?"
I smiled for the first time since Zoe's hand had slipped out of mine. "First chance I get." I put my arm around her and we walked off into the rain. I thought about two more years of school. Two more years of the trailer park.
"The very first chance I get." | null | Chapter 1 | Collections/stm/fav_or_superfav/Wizard/Trailer Park - The Fourth Year.txt |
1,539 | Wizard | The Bet | "Mr. Carlyle, can I talk to you?" Tim Carlyle was just leaving the teacher's lounge on his way to the gym, it was his turn to supervise the somewhat boisterous play that went on there during lunch. Miss Benson had the football field and Jack Rondee was watching the front lawn. He turned to see who was calling him.
"Please, it's important." Monique Benson was saying. The sixth grader had such a pleading look on her face it would have been hard to say no even if he'd wanted to. "Sure Monique, what's on your mind?" he asked.
"Not here. In private," she whined.
"Well, I can't leave the gym right now," He said, but looked around, "but we can go up on the stage. No one is up there and I can watch and still listen to you and it'll be private."
But not too private he thought, thinking of a dozen male teachers who were now flipping burgers at Wendy's because they got too private with their female students. He'd been teaching sixth grade at Winston Churchill middle school in Watermelon Mountain, Idaho since getting out of college two years ago and really didn't want a career change. Wendy's does not give you summers off with pay.
They got to the apron of the stage and he lifted Monique up, being careful not to touch anything but her waist. Then he took two steps back, ran and hopped onto the stage himself. He used to run track in college and was still in pretty good shape. Monique and the teacher moved back against the curtains, "What's the problem, Monique?"
"Well, it's about a bet I made with Lisa Jenkins."
"You do know that gambling is against school rules?" Tim Carlyle reminded her and she nodded. He was a cool teacher and she knew he wouldn't do anything about it. He would remind kids of the rules, he would make sure they knew the potential consequences of breaking the rules, he tried to make kids see the reason for the rules, but unless someone was getting hurt, he wouldn't turn them in or punish them. Though there were a couple of eighth graders he'd fantasized about spanking.
"You know if Mr. Taylor finds out about the bet, you could get in a lot of trouble." John Taylor had been the principal at Winston Churchill for the last eight years.
Monique giggled. "If Mr. Taylor finds out about this bet, it won't be gambling I'll get in trouble for," she stated enigmatically.
"What's the problem?" he repeated.
"You know Lisa's new coat?"
The teacher nodded. He knew the coat she was talking about. Lisa had been wearing a mid-length black leather coat to school the last two weeks that probably cost more than the '92 Honda he drove.
"She bet me it."
Mr. Carlyle looked surprised "I can't believe that she'd bet that coat. Her parents would kill her if she lost it."
"Not her parents, they'd never even notice. Her dad's too busy running for the senate and her mom's trying to fuck her way through college. Watermelon Mountain had a small private college just outside of town."
"Monique," He said sternly.
"What? I used the word correctly. It's a verb, not an adverb or an adjective."
"Still..."
"You know it's true." Actually, he did know. Lisa's mom did not discriminate against guys who'd been out of college for a couple of years. She was the best fuck he'd ever had, and one of the reasons Lisa was going to pass history this term.
"What about the bet?" he asked again. "What did you bet?"
"I have to be Lisa's slave for a week."
"Can you afford to lose?" he asked, thinking it was a pretty harmless wager.
"It's not a problem," she answered, then reconsidered, "not a big problem anyway."
"So why are we talking?" the teacher asked, puzzled.
"It's the bet itself. I'm not sure I should."
"What's the bet?"
"I need to fuck..." she smiled at the young teacher, "excuse me, have intercourse with the geek brigade before the end of seventh period." She said, then added under her breath, "plus one."
The geek brigade were five students who definitely were geeks. Tom was an eighth grader, Vince was in seventh, and Tony, Arnold, and Barry were in sixth. They were all tall and gangly. Couldn't throw a football or baseball to save their lives. Tom had a real bad case of acne but the others weren't too bad.
"You have to fuck the geek brigade?" Tim Carlyle repeated.
"Mr. Carlyle," Monique said in mock severity.
Tim Carlyle looked at the young girl. She was eleven, no twelve he reminded himself, she'd had a birthday just after Halloween. She was average height for a sixth grader. Thin but not skinny. Her body was just starting to change and she was growing curves in the right places and breasts that had spouted to about the size of tennis balls. Her hair was a golden blonde, cut short, just above her shoulders, her skin was clear. In short, she was about as beautiful as a twelve-year-old girl could be. Today she was wearing a white turtleneck with no bra that really showed off her growing tits, and a black mini-skirt that showed off her long tan legs.
Tim swallowed and tried to start again. "You can't be serious?"
"What's the big deal. It's just sex."
"You're too young," he stammered. "You're a virgin."
"Get real," she laughed. "There aren't more than a handful of virgins in your class, and I'm certainly not one of them." She smiled demurely, "I had this boy babysitter when I was nine, and things just got interesting."
"But you can't fuck boys in school," he sputtered.
"I already did Tom," she said, pointing to the other side of the gym. Tom was sitting on the floor against the far wall, looking dazed and confused. Tom had figured he'd lose his virginity after college if at all, and suddenly the prettiest girl in the sixth grade had pulled him into a janitor's closet, dropped to her knees and sucked his cock until it was hard, and then shoved it into her pussy. Tom kept wondering if today was just one of his fantasies, but longer.
Tim was totally confused. First because he didn't think girls were supposed to act this way, especially twelve-year-old girls. Sure guys were horny all the time, but girls. And she was a nice girl too. But mostly he was confused about why she was telling him this.
"Well, uh, I mean, uh, umm. I don't..." he tried to speak.
"Mr. Carlyle, you're blushing," She said, amused.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I was hoping you'd help."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. As you can see I've already started, so you can't save me from the horrors of sex," she said, barely keeping a straight face. "I understand the consequences, but I'm determined to go through with it. You can't stop me, but you can minimize the trauma of getting caught."
"What do you want?"
"Our class has P.E. next. When you take everybody else, you could leave Tony, Arnold, and Barry, and me of course to work on a special project," Monique explained.
"That's ridiculous. I won't do it."
"Oh well, I'll just find another way," she said sweetly, walked to the end of the stage and jumped down.
Tim Carlyle watched her walk away, her short skirt bouncing against her ass cheeks. He was thinking maybe it was time for another counseling session with Lisa's mom after school. He looked across the gym at Tom, wondering if the kid was still breathing. Well, if he wasn't, at least he died happy.
The bell rang and most of the kids ran for the door. Mr. Carlyle had to shoo a few along their way, then he pulled Tom to his feet and pointed the dazed young man toward his next class, which was chemistry. Tim wondered if the school was safe having Tom in this state around chemicals. He shook his head and walked down the hall to his classroom.
In the class, only a couple of students were sitting down, most were standing in small groups talking and waiting for their teacher.As he stepped into the room, he called for their attention. "Okay, boys, line up. The nine boys lined up at the door with only a minimum of pushing. "Girls." The nineteen girls lined up quietly. He looked them over quickly, trying not to be too obvious. They were all pretty. Monique had said only a handful were virgins, which meant most of them were used to having cocks stuck into their tiny little pussies. He wondered which were which. Then he tried to push those thoughts out of his head.
"Monique, you can stay and work on your project." Monique stepped out of line. "Barry, you, Tony, and Arnold can help her." Oh well, thought the teacher, none of them liked P.E. anyway, and maybe this would be good for them. Hell, she'd get more exercise out of them than he would. In the line, Lisa looked mad.
"Okay, class, as we pass through the hall, Mr. Taylor has requested that we try to sound less like a thundering herd of buffalo." He motioned them to start, and the line trailed out the door. Lisa was last, giving Monique a dirty look, then he followed her, shutting and locking the door, and wondering if Lisa fucked as good as her mother.
In the classroom, the boys looked confused but grateful that they didn't have to do P.E. Monique told the boys to line up against the blackboard, and they did. "Boys..." she started her prepared speech, "the school board has decided to try a new policy in trying to make geeks, excuse me, intellectually gifted young men..." she giggled, "more well-rounded."
As she paced in front of the three boys, they watched her every move. All three had many sexual fantasies about this girl and all the others in class too. "They believe that a well-rounded genius..." they all grinned at being called a genius, "is fulfilled on a physical level as well as a mental one." A trap, they thought together. Somebody had decided they needed more exercise. "On the physical level, they think you would benefit from both sports and sex." Sex, they thought, had she really said sex? "Therefore, they've asked me to give you sexual fulfillment, and to..." Sexual, she'd said sexual, the boys looked at each other, then back at Monique. "Encourage you toward sports. If you earn a school letter in any sport between now and the end of eighth grade, there will be further sexual fulfillment. Now, please drop your pants."
Monique stopped pacing and looked at them. The boys were stunned. The school board wanted them to be sexually fulfilled. Watermelon Mountain had always had a progressive school system, but they never expected this. The prettiest girl in class was going to give them all hand jobs. Barry was the first. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor around his ankles. Tony and Arnold were next. The three boys stood in their underwear, wondering what was going to happen next.
Monique tried not to laugh. Barry was wearing Spider-Man underoos, Arnold was in polka dot boxers, and Tony in leopard briefs. She wished she had a camera. "Please remove the underwear," she asked nicely. The three boys raced to push down their shorts and show the pretty young girl their equipment. Monique was pleasantly surprised; all three were already hard, of course, but none of them had really small dicks. Tony and Arnold had about average-sized three-inch cocks, and Barry's was a respectable, for a twelve-year-old, four inches.
"Please lay on the floor on your backs," Monique instructed, and the boys waddled, their pants and underwear wrapped around their ankles, out away from the wall and laid down. Monique reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, then walked over to Tony and straddled his hips. She started to squat, and as she got close, she reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her pussy. Tony could not believe the sensation as she touched his cock; no one had ever touched it before. Then he realized that she was pushing him into her pussy. She was going to fuck them. His cock entered her pussy, and she squatted down until she was sitting on him. Tony spasmed and shot his load deep into her stomach.
Monique sighed and stood up, some of the semen dripping back onto Tony's crotch. She walked over to Arnold and straddled his hips, and as she lowered herself onto him, he arched his back, and she realized he was going to blow. She grabbed his cock and pushed it into her pussy and sat on him, feeling his sperm rush into her. She stood up, dripping a mixture of Tony and Arnold's cum, and moved to Barry.
Barry had thought he was gay. A number of eighth graders bullied or paid him for blowjobs, and he really didn't mind. Tom kept asking if he could fuck Barry in the ass, and Barry had decided to let him. But watching this beautiful girl fuck his friends decided him that he was straight. Very, very straight. Tom and Vince were never going to believe this.
Monique straddled Barry just as he decided he was straight, and he blew, sperm jetting out of his cock. Monique looked down in disgust. When Barry finished, Monique knelt on his side and held his cock at the base, leaned down, and kissed it. Barry couldn't believe his eyes. She was giving him his first blowjob. Her lips wrapped around his cock, and he felt her tongue tease his pisshole. Barry started getting hard again.
Monique worked on him until he was completely erect, then swung her knee over him and straddled him. She rose up on her knees, then reached under her skirt and eased him into position. Then she sat down with the boy firmly inside of her. She wondered if she might get a good fuck out of this and started lifting herself up and down on the stiff cock, but it only lasted five strokes.
Monique stood up, letting the limp cock slide out of her pussy. She shook her head; this bet was zero fun. She walked back to her desk, looking at the clock, she saw that she'd only taken eight minutes to fuck the three boys. A prostitute would be proud of an assembly line like that. She thought about going down to P.E., but decided to stay and work on her English essay instead. She wiped her pussy with Kleenex, put her panties back on, and sat down at her desk.
The boys lay on the floor and panted.
When Tim Carlyle led the class back into the room, Monique was sitting sweetly at her desk, writing in her notebook, and the three boys were sitting at their desks by the window, staring into space. He glanced at Lisa, and she was definitely an unhappy little girl. Monique smiled at her.
Math was next, and though Tim had trouble concentrating on multiplying and dividing fractions, the class went well. The three geeks didn't say a word, which forced a few other students to answer questions and explain the work.
The bell rang, and the students poured out of the classroom and into the halls. They had a ten-minute break before their next class, and their next class was music, so Tim had a free period. Tim leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pictured Monique fucking the three boys, he didn't realize that none of them had even seen her pussy.
The bell rang for the next period, and Tim sighed. Forty-five minutes of peace and quiet, then one period of English, and he was done for the day. He still wanted to call Lisa's mom about a counseling session.
"Mr. Carlyle?"
Tim opened his eyes and jerked upright. Monique was standing to the side of the desk. Tim noticed that his classroom door was closed. That was a no-no when a teacher and student were alone.
Monique giggled, "I didn't mean to scare you," she apologized.
"I guess I was daydreaming," he muttered. "You're supposed to be in music."
"I wanted to talk to you about the bet."
"I really don't want to hear any more about this bet," he proclaimed.
"Please," she pleaded.
"What?"
"I just need to do two more things to win. I've gone this far, can't you help?"
Tim couldn't believe that he'd helped this much and now she wanted more.
Monique sat on his lap and looked up at him with the puppy-dog eyes that young girls are so good at. "Please, I just need two more things to win."
"You shouldn't sit on a teacher's lap," Tim said, but made no move to push her off. "Two things? I thought all you had to do was fuck Vince?"
"Well, there's one more tiny thing," she said, laying her head on his chest. Tim wanted to touch her ripe breasts and caress her tight ass, but he was trying to control himself.
"What?"
"I also have to fuck a teacher," she announced and grabbed the bulge in his pants. "You'll like it, I promise."
"You can't be serious," he stammered.
"I'm very serious," she said, taking his hand and guiding it under her skirt to her bare pussy. She'd taken off her panties before coming in; they were in pretty sad shape anyway. "I want that coat." Tim's hand started rubbing the lightly furred little pussy all by itself. Monique pulled her shirt up over her tits and pulled her teacher's face down onto her nipple. "Besides..." she added, "Lisa's a lez, and I really don't want to be her slave for a week."
Monique was pulling down his zipper. Tim knew he should stop her, but as his cotton-covered cock leaped out of his fly, he knew he wasn't going to. He pushed Monique off his lap and stood up. He leaned the young girl against his desk and lifted her skirt, revealing her tight ass. He fondled it with one hand as he undid his belt and dropped his pants and underwear with the other.
Holding his cock in his hand, he guided it between the preteen's legs. She reached down and guided it into her pussy. "Oh, Mr. Carlyle, that feels so good," she moaned. "The most I got out of the geek brigade was five strokes." Tim plunged in and out of her, and she was the first to cum, though he wasn't far behind her. He fell back into his chair, the young girl still attached to his limp cock.
"Mr. Carlyle, that was wonderful. Can we do again someday?"
"If you're good.""About that B I'm getting in English?"
"Hard work will turn it into an A."
"Just a thought," she said with a pout. "Will you help with Vince?"
Tim was almost jealous at the thought but agreed. "What do you need?"
"He helps you sometimes. If you get him out of class, he and I could go to your storage room and I'd win the bet."
"We'll see. But first you need to take care of teacher's little problem."
"It's not a little problem anymore, Mr. Carlyle," she laughed. "It's growing."
And indeed Tim's erection was coming back to life and was still buried in Monique's pussy. Monique squirmed around so that she was facing Tim with her knees on either side of his legs. She started fucking him while he sat. He was thinking about the other eighteen girls in his class. Monique could tell him which ones weren't virgins, and he could counsel them. Monique had said that Lisa was a lesbian, maybe he could counsel her first. A picture flashed into his mind of a three-way with Lisa and her mom. The mental picture pushed him over the edge, and he erupted into Monique's pussy.
He pulled the girl off him, cleaned himself with Kleenex from the desk, and dressed. Then he wrote her a note to get Vince out of his class and gave her a key to the hallway door to his storage closet. Monique had cleaned herself up, and he noticed she hadn't put panties back on.
The bell rang, and a few minutes later, his class came noisily back in. Monique had already left on her errand. Monique got to Vince's classroom and timidly knocked on the door. An eighth-grade girl opened it, and Monique walked to the front of the class and gave Mrs. Hammond the note. She read it and said, "No problem."
She looked up at her class and said, "Vince, would you go with this young lady to Mr. Carlyle's class? He needs some help today." Vince stood, not looking surprised, and followed Monique out of the room. He still wasn't surprised when Monique stopped one door before Mr. Carlyle's room and opened the door to Mr. Carlyle's storage room. He followed her in.
"I need..."
"I know what you need," he said and reached under her skirt and caressed her pussy. Monique couldn't believe how good his fingers felt as they explored her mound. Then he dropped to his knees, lifted her skirt, and started licking around the outside of her pussy lips, his tongue every now and then teasing her by darting inside and back out.
He found her clitoris and started sucking it and teasing it with his tongue as well. Then, as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he stabbed his tongue deep into her cunt. Monique arched her back and let out a long moan as the orgasm took her. And still, he worked her cunt with his tongue. Monique collapsed back against a bookshelf.
Vince stood and undid his belt. Then, without undoing his fly, he pushed his pants and underwear down and let them drop around his ankles. His cock was a bit more than four inches, but it was erect and ready. He stepped up to her and kissed her. A long, soulful kiss as his tongue explored her mouth, even playing with the tooth that needed a new filling.
One hand grabbed her ass and pulled her hips forward as the other guided his stiff cock deep into her cunt. He stroked smoothly and deeply. Monique thought he'd cum quickly like the other geeks, but he kept pounding his four inches into her. Monique felt her second orgasm building, and he kept filling her with his cock. Monique started to cry out with orgasm, but he again covered her mouth with his, smothering her cries. Then he let go, and orgasm swept over him too. Inside the young girl, their juices merged together.
A minute later, Vince pulled out of her and pulled up his jeans.
Monique watched him and muttered, "That was incredible. That was the best fuck I've ever had."
"Good," he said simply, straightening his shirt.
"When I tell some friends about this, you're going to get very popular."
"Don't," he said sharply.
"You don't want to be popular?" Monique asked in confusion.
"Not for providing stud service," he answered. "There's more to life than that. There's more to me than that."
"I don't understand."
"I'm not surprised. Just tell Lisa and your friends that you fucked me and the rest of the geek brigade, and take your stupid coat."
"You knew?"
"Somebody has to paint the scenery on the stage."
"But..." she started.
"Look, you used me, and I used you. So tell Lisa you fucked me, and I was terrible. Tell her I almost came before you could stuff me in; she'll believe that. Then you can wear your new coat and go back to fucking football players, and I can go back to having fantasies about girls like you."
Vince opened the door and walked out. As the door swung shut, Lisa wondered if she'd won the coat but lost the bet. | null | null | Collections/stm/fav_or_superfav/Wizard/The Bet.txt |
1,560 | Frank McCoy | Gee Daddy! | "Gee, Daddy, that feels good," I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better though, was when he centered his swollen cock in the entrance to my vagina, and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all stops, to get what I wanted.
"Ooh, I bet you like that," I said, as I milked Daddy's penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father's prick, and make it feel good, without even moving.
Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew he said, "You'd better ease up Tammy, or I'll have to pull out. You don't want that yet, do you?"
Shit! The LAST thing I wanted, was for my father to pull out. "Do you HAVE to Daddy?" I whined; working even harder. Once before I had been lucky, and caught Daddy by surprise; milking him off inside me, before he even realized he was about to cum. Daddy wasn't going to be caught so easily tonight though.
"Tammy," he said firmly, "you know the rules. I only cum in your mouth, asshole, or hands. We're NOT taking any chances on you getting pregnant. I'm taking too big a chance already, just fucking you like this. I don't want to accidentally knock you up."
"Why not Daddy?" I grumbled. "Marcia's already had three kids, and she's younger than I am." I could tell I was getting to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me. Perhaps, if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me, before he realized he was doing it.
"Your cousin isn't fucking her own father," Daddy pointed out. He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside me, while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his precious seed. I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to get him off; but that didn't mean I couldn't keep squeezing him with my vagina, hoping he lost control.
Sadly, he didn't. I felt my father's prick swell a little, then subside in me. I don't know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum, or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full of baby-making cum. I was a little disappointed, but not completely. Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just left inside me, while he gained control of himself. I knew enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least SOME of Daddy's sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it only WAS pre-cum. Such a delicious thought.
"But Daddy," I said; talking about my best friend, while sliding back and forth once more, as my father's urge to cum inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, "Darlene tells me she's had TWO babies by HER father already, and she hopes he's made a third in her."I had had orgasms before, but nothing like this! I knew that Daddy wouldn't have been able to pull out THIS time, even if he had been planning to; my cunny was squeezing him so tightly, that there was no way he could pull out before he filled my vagina with squirt after thick sticky squirt of his sperm. Not that Daddy tried.
Feeling me going into spasms around him, was the last straw for Daddy. I felt my father's prick get abruptly bigger inside me, as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could. With a bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began spasming my tight little slit full of load after load of thick greasy cum. He didn't try to pull out this time like he usually did, either. Instead, he kept forcing his prick as far up inside me with each incestuous squirt, as he could.
I couldn't help myself. My arms and legs automatically wrapped themselves around my father's body and legs, until he couldn't have gotten away if he had tried... Which he didn't.
Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father's thick prick, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix. On and on it went; with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were aching with cramps, and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of sperm he no longer had; trying to send one last surge of baby-making cum into his daughter's womb.
"Oh gee Daddy," I said, as I felt the last sticky drops of my father's precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, "that was... that was wonderful. Thank you."
"Whoooo! Thank YOU," he replied, trying to catch his breath, while keeping his prick buried in my snatch. It's SO nice to feel your lover still inside you, after you get your rocks off. Knowing Daddy's sperm was still inside me too, was icing on the cake... Which reminded me:
"I hope I'm pregnant now," I said, hoping Daddy didn't get another attack of conscience, and get mad at me for "enticing" him on. He didn't.
"Well," he chuckled, "if not, I'm sure your mother will see to it that I keep on fucking you until you are."
"Daddee!" I objected. But you know what? He was right. | null | 1 | Collections/stm/classics/Frank_McCoy_-_Gee_Daddy.txt |
1,566 | balancer | Scout Leader | "It was a dark and stormy night..."
The girls groaned good-naturedly, grouped around the campfire. Shelly, the oldest Scout at 13, had suggested telling ghost stories before bed. I suspected that she secretly enjoyed having one of the younger girls clutching at her. Well, I could understand that. I didn't mind it that much myself.
The problem was that it really was a dark and stormy night. The sun had gone down hours ago, and the waning moon was quickly becoming obscured by storm clouds. The distant lightning bolts did give a pretty good backdrop for scary stories, though. But the rain coming with the storm was sure to put a damper on the girls' mood.
Or so I thought.
While I wove my tale of murder, death, and bloodshed, I looked the girls over to be sure I wasn't scaring them too much. Shelly was more frightened of the slowly approaching storm than of anything I was saying; her green eyes flinched with every flash of lightning while the firelight made her long red hair look like the blood I was verbally spilling. Shelly was holding the youngest Scout, September, in her lap. September was chewing on her ponytail again and watching me with her brown eyes wide with half-believed horror. As the youngest at 9, Sept (as we nicknamed her) usually hung around Shelly -- who loved both the attention and Sept's loving shyness.
Tammy and Rhonda were sitting side by side, clutching hands and squealing as the imaginary blood flowed. As they were the closest in age, both 12, they were fast friends. Rhonda was the more outgoing of the two -- spunky and fearless. Tammy was much more quiet, letting Rhonda do the leading. Rhonda's blue eyes and blonde hair matched her cheerfulness perfectly, while Tammy's black hair and gray eyes were windows to her sometimes dark moods.
The two remaining Scouts were sitting on either side of me, holding my hands and leaning into me. They were my favorites of the troop -- a fact known to everyone, but the others didn't seem to mind as I never let my extra fondness for Gineen and Kim (10 and 11 respectively) make any difference in how anyone was treated. In truth, I was very fond of all the girls and they knew it. But Kim and Gineen were special to me; Kim for her astonishing intelligence -- she knew science and math far beyond the high school level already -- and Gineen for her piping Irish lilt and wry, dark humor. All the girls were great people, but with Kim I could talk about nuclear physics and be understood, and Gineen and I would trade puns, jokes, and friendly insults for hours on end.
I could feel the girls shiver against me at a particularly gruesome part of the tale I was spinning. I freed my hands and wrapped my arms around them both. Kim laid her head on my shoulder, and Gineen cuddled up at my side.
I suppose you're wondering how a man gets to be leader of a Girl Scout troop. Well, until a year or so ago, my wife was the leader. Excuse me, I mean my ex-wife. Privately I refer to her as SuperBitch. As our relationship (HA!) began to deteriorate, so did the time she spent with the kids. Since we didn't have children of our own, I'd usually been free to show the girls things that were out of SuperBitch's league, like carpentry, how to change a tire, or anything scientific. So one time when the SuperBitch flew home to her mother (only temporarily that time, unfortunately), totally uncaring about a big campout she had arranged to take the troop on, I decided that the girls shouldn't lose out because of her and I took them camping myself. I told them the truth about why their "leader" hadn't shown, and we all had a good time. My taking the girls was yet another thing the SuperBitch held against me.
Anyway, soon after that SB finally divorced me and flew to her mother to stay. She'd told the girls that they'd have to find someone else to be their leader because she was too "distraught" to do it herself. So they found a new leader on their own.
Me.
The story came to its conclusion -- I was shuddering myself towards the end. The storm had moved in by then, and we all knew it would start pouring any minute. "Okay, everybody, into your tents and to bed before it starts raining!" I said, and they all scampered into their little two-man pup tents, plus the bigger one with everyone's extra clothes and most of the gear. They had split up into their usual teams: Shelly and Sept, Kim and Gineen (in the bigger tent), and Rhonda and Tammy. I had often thought of requiring them to rotate sleeping partners but decided against it each time; they enjoyed their special friendships with each other and for some of them troop activities were the only time other than school they got to see each other. Besides, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
While they got ready for bed, I put out the fire and put away the supper dishes and other things. I was moving fast as the storm was looking like it would be a doozy. Every person during our week-long outing had to do final cleanup, and I had drawn the first night.
Just as I finished and dove into my own tent, the first huge drops started splashing down. I sighed with relief and zipped up my tent flap -- my tent was also just big enough for two people but taller so I could stand up in it. I hate changing clothes in pup tents, and if I was in here the girls could stand outside their tents and dress if they wished.
After SuperBitch exited stage right, I got an invitation to attend a special troop meeting where a new leader would be announced by the girls. I figured that they were being polite to the "old guy" who had taken them camping once. So I show up at the schoolhouse for the meeting. As I sit down among the parents, I nod to one or two of them and return their questioning looks with a small shrug. Mrs. Grundy, the obligatory small-town busybody/newspaper publisher, noticed me and gave a loud sniff of disapproval.
I grinned; she and her husband had ruled this town almost unchallenged until I moved in. We didn't like each other, to say the least.
The girls in the troop filed into the room and stood in formation. Shelly, as head Scout, stepped forward and gave a little speech. "Thank you for coming tonight," she said. It was obvious she was nervous. Actually, the whole bunch of them looked on edge.
"As you know," Shelly continued, "we recently lost our last Scoutmaster. All the girls in the troop tried to find a volunteer to be our new leader. We asked all of our mothers, our older sisters, our aunts, cousins... every woman around the area that we knew. Some of us even asked women we didn't know." I noticed Sept had turned a little red at that; I gave her a wink and she turned even redder.
"Every woman in this room was asked. None said 'yes.'" The ladies in the audience looked decidedly uncomfortable at being chewed out by a bunch of little girls. Shelly just looked sad. She continued, "Most of us even asked our fathers, our uncles, older brothers, anybody to be our leader. None of them would help us either." Now all the men looked uncomfortable too. I'd have been loving this if I hadn't realized the consequences of everyone's refusal.
Shelly spelled it out for them; "Without an adult leader, we can't have a troop. And there's no way around that rule. Without a leader, we can still dress up in uniforms... but we won't be Scouts. Not really." She sighed. "So we are going to ask the last person we can think of. We don't know what this person will answer." Shelly began to walk down the single aisle between the seats. "If the person says 'no,' we give up. We would have asked him --"
Him? Uh oh.
"-- first, but we didn't think he would, or that our parents would let us choose him. But now there's no one else left." She stopped in the aisle and turned to me. "Mr. Peters, will you... please... be our Scoutmaster?"There are times when you don't think your actions through, you just do it. You know it's right. This was one of those times for me. I stood up, faced Shelly and the rest of the troop, and without hesitation said, "Yes."
All hell broke loose. As I expected, the girls had to talk very, very fast to get the adults to even listen to them, let alone be convinced. Mrs. Grundy was raving mad, saying no man could be the leader of a Girl Scout troop. Everyone latched onto that, saying that in every other respect I was a fine choice, but since I was male, I just couldn't be Scoutmaster.
Then Kim stepped forward, looking scared to death. "Is that the only reason Mr. Peters isn't acceptable to you?" she asked them. Everyone agreed that it was the only reason -- but that it was reason enough. Kim then took them all step-by-step through the Scout rule book, showing them the ban on discrimination of any kind, including sex; documenting previous cases of boys joining the "Girl" Scouts, of males being Girl Scout leaders (few though they were, and from other countries) and finally told them of a legal case where a woman who was prevented from leading a troop of Boy Scouts sued the Boy Scouts of the California Republic and the families of the Scouts for discrimination -- and won. She then produced an article where legal experts said this case could easily be used in similar cases. Like ours.
Mrs. Grundy stood up and in that sickening sweet voice informed the girls that to avoid all this "unpleasantness" she would consent to be their leader. The girls, as one, paled at this and looked heartbroken.
It was my turn.
I turned to Mrs. Grundy. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Mrs. Grundy, but didn't the troop already ask you to help them?" I asked. Giving her no time to answer, I called back over my shoulder. "Scouts, you did ask Mrs. Grundy to be your leader, didn't you?" "Yes, we did," Shelly replied. "And what did she say when you asked her?" Gineen spoke up, "'I don't have the time to deal with a gang o' brats,' that's what she said, sir!" I looked at Grundy and told her, "You had your chance, Mrs. Grundy. You refused. I didn't. I am their Scoutmaster now -- the vacancy has been filled." I started to turn away, then whirled back and in the coldest voice I could, warned "-- and don't you ever call my troop 'a gang of brats' again. Ever."
While Mrs. Grundy sat down, gibbering, I turned to the parents. This would be the difficult task. "Look folks, I'll admit that I never expected the troop to ask me to lead them. In fact, a little warning from them would have been nice." I knew Gineen, at least, was grinning at my back. "I'm honored to be chosen. Now that I've accepted, I'll be the best Scoutmaster I possibly can. I know that some of you are probably concerned about having a male leader. I don't blame you. So I want you to know that any parent of any Scout should feel free to come to any troop activity -- at any time you like. Unannounced if you like. You're always welcome to help in our activities -- even if you can't help as often as you like."
Some of them looked more relaxed as I told them they could barge in any time they liked, and I knew that parental involvement would be on the upswing.
Turning to the girls, I said, "Thank you for wanting me. I think we'd better call this meeting to an end... or I might get demerits for being out of uniform." The girls giggled right on cue, their parents laughed, and a lot of the tension went out of the room. Kids rejoined their families as individual parents came up for their individual reassurances. The Grundys, who didn't have a daughter to be in the troop in the first place, haughtily stalked out of the room -- the storm of controversy wasn't over quite yet, but was getting better.
The storm was getting worse. Just as I was unbuttoning my shirt, I heard a huge blast of wind -- and then the unmistakable sound of a tent ripping up its pegs and flapping in the wind. I unzipped my tent and rushed out into the fury. Kim and Gineen were out in the rain and their big tent was flying in the wind. I could barely see anything. The tent had come loose and the two girls looked like they were trying to catch the ends of the canvas. I joined them and we managed to get the canvas wrapped around the supplies. Now instead of a tent, we had a mound of wet clothing, soggy food, and soaked sleeping bags.
I yelled at Kim and Gineen (or rather, two kid-shaped blurs) to get in my tent, then ran to Tammy and Rhonda, who were peeking out of their tent, and told them that everything was all right, the storm was getting better, and to try to get some sleep. Apparently Shelly and Sept were sleeping, as no heads poked out, so I ran back into my tent and zipped it shut. Then turned around to face Gineen and Kim.
They were naked.
They were also wet, shivering, and scared. First things first, I thought to myself as I grabbed my lone towel from its perch on my blanket and handed it to Kim, saying gently, "Here, both of you dry off."
While they solemnly dried off, I turned the lantern down low and thought furiously. They had obviously been sleeping in the nude, which was fine -- except that I sleep in the raw too. All our extra clothes were now soaked and tied up under what used to be a tent. And the only other clothes I had were on my back, also thoroughly soaked. The storm still blew pretty bad, and I didn't want to send Gineen and Kim to sleep with the other girls; there just wasn't room in those tents for three.
They were finished drying themselves, but were still shivering. I said, "Okay, here's the way I see it. None of us have any dry clothing. You can't sleep in the other tents, there isn't room -- and I'd have six wet Scouts instead of two." A quick grin to show I wasn't mad at them. "So, we'll all three of us have to sleep here. Plus... I can't sleep in these wet clothes, all of us would get pneumonia. I'll have to take them off. And we'll be sleeping almost up against each other." Their eyes went a little wide, but they looked at each other and then nodded to me."Oh my dears," I murmured, "I will do as you ask, though it cost me everything." "We won't tell!" "No one will know!" they cried as one, and hugged me the fiercer, knocking all of us backwards onto the blankets. We all giggled helplessly. "I love you, Kim, and I love you, Gineen," I whispered to them. Kim reached up to kiss me; a long, lingering kiss that would put an older woman to shame, while Gineen sighed happily and laid her head upon my chest.
"Who shall be first, my loves?" I asked. Making love to two people simultaneously is possible, but not for anyone's first time; all my concentration should be on each girl separately. Gineen's light lilt answered, "Kim, o' course!" I looked deep into Kim's brown eyes, which looked back unflinchingly. I turned to Gineen, kissed her pert upturned nose, and said, "Back in a bit."
Gently I rolled over atop Kim. Slowly, ever so slowly, I kissed her lips... her chin... her cheeks... I nibbled on her earlobes. She squirmed beneath me, moaning softly as I inserted my tongue into her tender ear. My cock was rubbing against her inner thighs; it was hard to remain in control. My mouth moved to Kim's, our tongues wrapping themselves around each other. The scent of her damp hair and her sweat was driving me mad.
My hands explored her body, as hers did mine. We stroked each other's skin as I explored every crevice of Kim's mouth with the tip of my tongue. Her hands ran down my back, feeling the light coat of hair there, then shyly down to my ass. I could feel her hands clasp my globes as we groaned into each other's mouth.
I kissed my way from her mouth, down her slender throat, to her breasts. Her nipples rose up eagerly to meet my tongue's caress. I switched from one to the other, twirling my tongue around one, then very gently nipping the other with my teeth. Her breasts were just beginning to swell and they fit quite easily into my hand; I massaged her left while sucking on the right, then reversing.
Kim was panting wildly and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her hands no longer played with my body, instead she clutched me, hanging on as the sensations overwhelmed her. I kissed my way down her body, over her flat stomach, my tongue flirting briefly with her bellybutton. My hands slid away from her breasts and down her sides to her legs, opening them to reveal her virgin cunt.
Always before when I had eaten a woman, I had done it as a duty; the sour scent had nearly repulsed me, and the taste was awful. So I'd never been that good at it. I was prepared to undergo the ordeal yet again, for the girls' sake. I was astonished, then, to smell a smell so enticing that my cock swelled to near bursting. I cautiously took an exploratory lick at Kim's modest slit, lapping up some of her juices, and the sweet nectar exploded across my tongue as Kim groaned with desire. Forgetting all subtlety I spread Kim's moist cunt with my fingers and lapped eagerly for the heavenly juices.
I licked and lapped while Kim moaned, nearly shouting. Her hips began to thrust upwards rhythmically, and I knew she was very close to orgasm. My tongue played with the small tender folds of flesh, slipping in and out among them; first rimming her outer mound, next plunging deep inside her cunt, wiggling around as she grunted and sighed. I swirled my tongue around her clit, which was so swelled it was hot to my tongue. As I began sucking on her clit with gusto I slipped a finger, then two, inside and began to finger fuck her. I also put my other hand down the crack of her ass and massaged the opening of her anus.
The three-way combination was too much; Kim came, nearly pulling my hair out with her hands, shouting loudly and ramming my face into her crotch. The winds drowned out her cries, thankfully; she was rigid as the orgasm washed over her, then she collapsed back onto the blankets, gulping for air.
I spread out her little, limp legs again and pulled myself up her body, kissing her deeply when our mouths met. My cock was as hard as I could ever remember it being, in all my life. I put the head of my cock up to the opening of Kim's now sopping wet cunt. Kim gasped into my mouth as she felt my head at her opening. Our eyes locked again. I brushed Kim's damp hair away from her face and whispered, "Do you still want me to? It will hurt the first time..." She kissed me, then pulled me down to her, putting her chin on my shoulder. "Jack, please fuck me. It'll only hurt once. Please," she said, her voice heavy with lust.
The sound of her high, girlish voice, the voice of the girl I had spent hours talking about physics, math, and chemistry, the sound of her begging me to fuck her... any control I had left was swept away by that voice. The only restraint I had left was to enter her slowly instead of ripping into her.
I grasped her, putting my arms beneath her shoulders and wrapping her to me, supporting my weight on my elbows. My cock was already perfectly placed; I pushed my hips forward slowly. Agonizingly slowly, I entered her, centimeter by centimeter. The feel of her virgin cunt opening reluctantly for my invading cock was indescribable; Kim was whimpering in my ear and hunching up her hips, trying to take me in faster. What little was left of my mind knew that any second now -- then I hit it. Her hymen. She gasped a little, more in anticipation of pain than anything else. I kissed her earlobe again and whispered, "Ready, my love?" She tensed and nodded her head.
I sighed inside. She couldn't be tensed up, it'd hurt much worse. So... "On the count of 3 then, Kim..." I whispered. She relaxed once again, almost with relief -- and I thrust my hips downwards, my cock ripping away her hymen and plunging in all the way. Kim gasped, gritting her teeth as the pain hit her unexpectedly. She shuddered and cried, as I remained still, in her all the way. Through her tears she whispered, "I thought you said '3.'" "Forgive me, Kim! You were tensing up and you had to be relaxed, my love," I whispered into her ear. "Oh," was all she said, but she kissed me again.
I took my time, letting her get used to my throbbing cock being inside her before slowly moving back out. Our hearts beat wildly in our chests as I began to make small pumping motions. Pulling in and out, first an inch, then two, more and more; finally I was fucking her with the whole length of my raging cock. Kim's little ass was moving in time with mine, we thrust together and ground our hips as they met. A single word from Kim, whispered through clenched teeth, "harder!" and I was lost.
With no thought other than blasting my semen inside of her, I rammed my cock in and out of her. Both of us could only moan incoherently and thrust back at the other. Her cunt was like a thing alive, holding stubbornly onto my cock as I withdrew, then gobbling me up as I entered yet again.
Her skin pressed against mine, melding us together; our sweet sweat mixing together; her tight cunt around my cock like a vise; all of it too much. We exploded together, her cunt spasming around my cock as I poured my cum into her. Our orgasm lasted and lasted, and went on some more as we melted into each other, becoming one lust-filled animal.
Just as suddenly, we both collapsed. Kim was panting wildly, her breaths in short gulps. I was barely able to keep from falling on top of her.
She reached up, kissed me, and said "Thank you oh thank you I love you Jack I love you." "I love you too Kim," I said to her. It was the simple truth.
Reluctantly I pushed myself away from her, pulling my softening cock out of her no longer virgin cunt. Kim gave a little sound of regret as she felt me slipping out of her, then the soreness began to set in and she winced a little. I kissed her again, then scooped up some blankets and wrapped her with them, before her sweat-covered body could start to chill.
Then, with a twinkle in my eye, I turned to face Gineen. If Kim was the goddess of wisdom in my private pantheon, Gineen was surely the goddess of humor and trickery. She had burrowed under the blankets while watching me and Kim; now she threw them off and opened her arms to me.
I went into her arms and we gathered each other up. Our hands explored each other, our fingertips lightly brushing the other's skin. Where Kim was hesitant, Gineen knew what areas of my body she was curious about and set out satisfying that curiosity. She explored my ears, my eyebrows, my lips. We kissed, and to my surprise Gineen darted her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue while she moved it around my mouth. She reached down and began running her fingers through my chest hair.
While she explored my chest I explored hers. Her breasts had not yet started to grow; not even a hint of what was to come could I feel. Gineen's nipples were extremely sensitive though, as my light massage and gentle pinching soon had them standing up and Gineen moaning into my mouth.
As one, our hands went to the other's crotch. Her small fingers encircled my once again growing cock. She gave it a few quick pumps and I groaned with pleasure. My own hand was between her legs and I carefully fingered her cunt.
She was so small! Even though she was quite moist already, a single finger was a very tight fit. As I pushed more and more of my finger inside, Gineen suddenly pushed me over onto my back, quickly stood up and turned around, put her feet on either side of my head -- and sat down on my face! "Lick me, Jack, please!" she cried, laying face down on my body, her cute hairless cunt right in front of my face. The hair must make a difference, I thought as I began lapping up Gineen's sweet juice. She moaned and wiggled delightfully on top of me.
For a while I simply lapped the whole of her little slit.Then Gineen rose up and began to lick my cock. The feeling of her small, kittenish tongue lapping at me drove me wild again. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her sweet, dripping cunt. My left hand grasped Gineen's tight ass, my tongue plunged in and out of her cunt, my chin rubbed her swollen clit at every motion, and I wet my right index finger with her juices and pushed it into her tiny puckered asshole.
"Oooooo..." Gineen hissed and began rocking her hips back towards me. She stopped licking me and lay her head on my stomach, concentrating on what I was doing to her. Abruptly she orgasmed, squealing out her pleasure. She shuddered, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers and tongue out of her, gently rolled my trickster goddess off of me, and turned around to slowly kiss her smiling, happy face.
She giggled, spread her lithe legs wide, and pulled me down to her. I ended up on top of her, my tongue probing deep into her mouth and my cock wedged in the crack of her spread little asscheeks. I shifted position slightly and my cock sprang up and pointed directly at Gineen's virginity.
With Gineen being the rogue she was, there was no need to ask; I began pushing myself into her. I went slowly; Kim had seemed incredibly tight but Gineen's smaller 10-year-old cunt felt like a vise gripping me. I expected her to make sounds of pain, for surely I must be stretching her beyond belief, but she simply widened her eyes, kissed me harder, and thrust up her slender hips for more.
So more I gave her, until I had no more to give. Apparently Gineen had no hymen to break (she probably lost it horseback riding or something as so many girls do). My pubic hairs tickled her clit, I'm sure, for she moaned and shifted her hips up and down. Without pulling out, I began to grind and twist my hips up against her. Gineen moaned loudly and I noticed the wind had died down.
Even more slowly than with Kim, I began to pump in and out of Gineen's small, tight cunt. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and clutched to me. The muscles in her cunt were stretched further than they ever had been and still it felt as if I was scraping the skin off my cock. I took my time, slowly building up speed. Gineen perfectly matched my downward plunges with upward thrusts of her hips.
Her warm, tight wetness only made the fire of my cock hotter. We were pumping and grinding and only Kim knows what else; my mind was lost again and I was pure desire. Without warning she orgasmed, shouting out a high-pitched yell, her cunt spasming around my cock. Every undulation of her cunt was transmitted to my cock and I immediately shot my spunk into her depths, letting out a roar of my own.
For some timeless period Gineen and I shouted out our pleasure, our love... and then we collapsed back to earth. I was utterly exhausted and just barely kept my full weight from crushing Gineen. Her cunt still gripped me tightly so I waited for my cock to soften. Gineen and I gently kissed while my cock shrank; her cunt holding me just as tightly until I slipped out of her.
I rolled off of Gineen and lay down between the two girls. Kim threw blankets over me and Gineen, and I pulled both of them to my side. Kissing them both, I whispered, "I love you both, with all my heart." Smiling, they kissed me back, and all three of us fell into an exhausted sleep, holding each other in the now quiet night.She sighed and stood on her tiptoes to throw a skirt over the line, which raised her teddy to expose her midriff. I could feel my cock quiver a bit at the sight of her pale stomach and panty-covered ass.
Tammy turned to face me. "Jack, did you enjoy making love to Kim and Gineen last night?" I finished hanging whatever it was I was holding, sat down on the ground, and let out a big sigh. Not looking at Tammy, I said softly, "Yes, I did." I looked up at her. "How did you know?"
Tammy came over and stood in front of me before replying. "Two ways: Gineen and Kim told us they were going to try to get you to have sex with them sometime during the trip."
I don't recall my mouth falling open, but it surely did because Tammy reached over and pushed my jaw closed. After making several unsuccessful attempts to speak, during which Tammy merely stood patiently, looking incredibly sexy, I managed to squeak out, "You mean I was seduced?" Tammy smiled brightly and nodded. "And the whole bunch of you knew about it beforehand?" She nodded again.
Still stunned, I asked, "And what was the second way?" Tammy gave me an evil grin and said, "The storm was finished last night before you and Gineen were. From all the noise, you were both having lots of fun."
I had to chuckle at that. "Yeah, we did." Then I sobered. "How does everyone feel about what Kim and Gineen and I did?" "Well...," Tammy blushed, then continued quietly, "we want you to take our virginity, too."
At this point, nothing can faze me, I thought to myself. To Tammy I calmly replied, "If you and they really want me to, I will." She squealed and hugged me tightly; I hugged back and kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me full on the mouth, then pulled back to look at me. She was in my lap, her legs astraddle me, and I was very aware now of how little she was, and of how little she was wearing.
Tammy said, acting more like her usually shy self now, "All of us... have fantasies about some... things we'd like you to do." "Tell me," I whispered. She blushed and I kissed her again. "Tell me so I can please my girls, Tammy." Her blush was flaming now, and she looked so innocently sexy that my cock began to twitch underneath her.
"Well," she blurted, "Sept wants you to lick her all over her body, Shelly wants you to love her while she's tied up; Rhonda wants you to... to fuck her in her butt; and Kim and Gineen... they want to pretend to be your daughters while they have sex with you." She bowed her head, embarrassed at what she had said.
I lifted her chin and looked straight into Tammy's sparkling gray eyes. "You girls have talked and planned this for a long time, haven't you?" My cock was now pushing right up against her barely covered pussy. Tammy murmured an affirmative to my question and squirmed delightfully in my lap. "And you've all been fooling around with each other, too," I accused. Tammy looked a little shameful, saying, "Well, we've always just paired off in our tents... but we touch each other." Her eyes were lowered. "Good for you!" I told her, raising her mouth to mine and kissing her. My cock rose a bit more, and Tammy moaned and began to rock on my lap.
I pulled her to me. I could feel her hard nipples through her lacy teddy and she started to hunch her hips, rubbing her young cunt lips along the length of my ever-hardening cock. I licked and sucked on her earlobe as she whimpered softly. I explored her ear with my tongue as she dry-humped me. My hand slipped inside her teddy and played with her budding breasts, teasing her stiff nipples. She moaned and let her head tilt back. "Tammy," I whispered into her ear as she moved on my cock frantically, "what's your fantasy?" She was very close to orgasm as she panted out, "I... I want to.. s.. suck you.. and drink your sperm!"
Tammy climaxed, moaning as she frantically masturbated on the hardness of my cock. As she relaxed and put her head on my shoulder, I hugged her tightly to me. The juices from her climax had soaked both her thin lace panties and the front of my shorts. After a bit she was breathing more normally so I picked both of us up from the ground. I threw the last piece of clothing over the line, then hand-in-hand Tammy and I headed back to camp.Her body was showing the signs of womanhood: her breasts were almost full, albeit small, about a good handful each, the curves of her waist and hips announcing her advancing maturity. She alone of the girls had any significant amount of pubic hair, as fiery red as the hair on her head. She was the oldest of my goddesses and she looked after the others as fiercely as any mother. "Shelly," I declared, "you are the Goddess of the Hearthfire, the flame that leads us home and warms us. I name you the Protector." Shelly stood amazed for a second, then her back stiffened and she nodded, accepting my charge. I kissed her and hugged her tight.
Rhonda. She was the perfect stereotype of a cheerleader -- short blonde hair that shone like gold, and deep blue eyes like sparkling pools of calm water. Her pert, upturned nose was covered with freckles, as was most of the rest of her petite body. I followed the freckles away from her cute nose, down her slender neck, down across her chest. She was still flat, but there was a hint of swelling at her breasts that promised much more, and soon. Her mound was smooth and her legs were long and beautiful. I thought of her sunny personality, her ever-present cheerfulness and optimism, her spunkiness. "Rhonda, you are the Goddess of the Sun, the brightness that lights our way by day and lightens our hearts. I name you Lightbringer." She looked delighted and I kissed and hugged her, squeezing her firm small ass as I did so. She gasped softly and wiggled her butt in my hands.
Tammy. Her short black hair looked as dark as night in the sunshine and her gray eyes sparkled like flecks of crystal in rock. Her budding breasts that I had so recently fondled looked so inviting, and the few wisps of black hair at her mound still held the moisture from her earlier pleasure. Her sometimes dark moods matched the darkness of the forest in a storm; her woodlore was known for miles around, since having found a lost toddler in the deep woods the previous year. "Tammy, you are the Goddess of the Forest, the keeper of its darkest secrets and finder of paths through its depths. I name you the Tracker." She looked solemn, but our kiss and hug were passionate.
Kim. Her brown hair with its soft curls framed her beautiful face, and I thought her beauty would cause me to cry. Her brown eyes looked tenderly up at me and she was also on the brink of tears. Again I looked at her body, this time in full daylight. Her budding breasts seemed to yearn towards me, and her nipples crinkled and hardened as I watched. Her tanned skin served to emphasize the whiteness of her breasts and loins. For Kim, with her dazzling intellect and magical beauty, I did not need to consider my words: "Kim, you are the Goddess of Knowledge, she who sees things undreamt of before, and who takes that which is hidden and makes it known. I name you Sorceress." She realized instantly what I meant, on multiple levels of meaning, by giving her that name and she smiled brightly. We kissed, then as I hugged her I whispered into her ear, "Will you be a daughter of my heart, beloved?" Kim gasped joyfully, "Yes, oh yes!" and hugged me fiercely.
September. She looked so small, even next to the other girls. Her brown hair was tied in its usual ponytail, and she was chewing on the tip as she did when nervous. She realized I was coming to her next and dropped the braid, which fell to cover one of her girlish nipples. Her skin was tanned, but lightly, and traces of baby fat could still be seen here and there. Her chest was of course flat, and her mound was merely a modest little slit. She was a beautifully proportioned child. I thought of Sept's love of the sea, and her excellent swimming skills. "September, you are the Goddess of the Sea, tamer of the waves and speaker to the dolphins. I name you Mermaid." She looked pleased, and although her kiss was hesitant at first, by the time I broke away she was returning my kiss and hug with fervor.
Gineen. She was not standing demurely, waiting patiently as the others had; she had her hands on her hips and her legs spread, planted firmly on the ground, her gaze meeting mine challengingly. Her fair skin shone in the sun, as did her braided blonde hair, and her eyes sparkled merrily. Her stance displayed her smooth mound to me, and my still hard phallus twitched in response. A smile split her face as she saw my reaction, but her own was betrayed by the hardening nipples on her as yet flat breasts. "Gineen, you rouge," I growled, "you are the Goddess of Laughter, who cheers us when we are down, cuts us with sarcasm when we are up, punishes us with puns continuously, revels in all pleasures, and alone possesses the courage to stare terror in the face and laugh. I name you the Trickster." She grinned at the name I gave her, slipped her tongue into my mouth as I kissed her and rubbed her body against my stiff cock. I moaned into her ear, "Will you join Kim, and be as a daughter to me?" She whispered back, "Of course I will... Father!" then laughed, her emotions betrayed by a single bright tear.
After something like that, no matter what you do it's going to be anticlimactic. So we went ahead and did some experiments. It was extremely difficult to lecture while Shelly held Sept in her lap, stroking Sept's inner thighs while Sept squirmed and giggled. Rhonda was spreading sunscreen over Gineen's pale Irish skin, "accidentally" spreading much more over Gineen's breasts and ass, while Gineen stood dreamily listening. Tammy and Kim were listening avidly, at least, but their hands did wander as they sat side by side.
Finally it was about noon, and after eating a quick lunch we all went to check on the clothing. As it was dry we got dressed, with the Scouts deciding to eschew wearing underwear and putting on their green skirts. (It was designed to give me "flashes" of their pubes as we climbed -- it worked wonderfully well.) We carried the rest of the clothing back to the camp, collected our hiking gear, and set off for a nearby rocky hill. I had shown our Tracker on the map where I needed to go and she was in front leading the way. The other girls were paying close attention to the path, as I had said that someone other than Tammy would lead the way back.
Hours later we reached the hill. Everyone plopped down and started munching on snacks. I finished eating and then brought out the surprise that I had brought for everyone.
The girls oohed and aahed as I passed out their gifts; silver pendants made in the shape of the Girl Scout emblem. "Don't put them on just yet," I told them. I showed them the controls hidden on the side. "This, troop, is a homing beacon. Each one is coded for each one of you individually, so be sure you have the one with your name on the back." While they checked this and a couple of them traded pendants, I dug two items out of my pack. "This is a direction finder. When you activate your beacon, this will tell me where you're at. And this," I said, holding up the other device, "is a radio booster. This and the others we'll put on hills around the area will help the direction finder, plus the more powerful one in my house, pick up the signal from your beacon. With the other boosters we'll plant this week, plus some ones further out that I've already planted, I'll be able to find you anywhere in a 75 kilometer radius of town. Now, let me show you, using my own pendant, how everything works." I went through a lengthy demo of how they turned their pendants on and off, and how to use the finder to track an activated pendant.
"Now, if the pendant isn't activated, I won't be able to find you. So if you don't want me to know where you're at you don't have to worry about it. Listen -- these should be used for emergencies only. If you activate your pendant, I will come to get you. I'll come as fast as I can and I will find you." The girls were solemn and I knew they believed and trusted me.
It took about an hour to get the booster installed on the hilltop. It had to be semi-buried and yet still exposed enough to pick up a signal. I camouflaged it a bit so anyone stumbling along out here -- something extremely unlikely to happen -- wouldn't steal it or destroy it.
We hiked back to camp, with Sept leading the way (with occasional help from me and Tammy). By the time we arrived, everyone was getting tired and hungry. It was Tammy's turn to fix dinner and Shelly and I helped her. As we finished eating, the stars were coming out and shining. Everyone was getting a little tense, except for Gineen who was watching everyone else with amusement.
I stood up. "Time for bed, everyone. Rhonda? Tammy?" They looked up at me expectantly. "Care to sleep in my tent tonight?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could. They whooped and dove into my tent. Shelly and Sept looked disappointed, so I explained to them, "I'd love to have you both tonight too, but I don't think I'm up to loving four beautiful goddesses in one night. Tomorrow, okay?" They nodded and I kissed them. I kissed my "daughters," and Gineen whispered, "Make it good for them Dad." I grinned at my Trickster, then entered my tent.
Tammy and Rhonda were waiting, already naked and panting with lust. They both playfully attacked me, unbuttoning my clothing amid wild giggling. My shorts they took from me last; my hard cock sprang up on being released. The girls gazed at my cock, entranced at the way it jerked slightly with each beat of my pulse. I dropped to my knees and grabbed them, pulling them to me.
I kissed my Lightbringer, then my Tracker, sucking tongues with both of them. I whispered to Rhonda, "I'll have to do Tammy first, before you, so I can fulfill both your fantasies." Rhonda sighed, but nodded agreement and laid down to the side to watch.I lowered Tammy to the blankets, kissing her deeply. She wrapped her hands behind my back and hugged me tightly. As my tongue probed her small mouth, my hands grasped her budding breasts as they had this morning. Tammy moaned into my mouth as I rubbed and tweaked her stiff nipples. I kissed my way down her neck, arriving gleefully at her breasts. I ran my tongue slowly, teasingly, in the slight valley between her youthful breasts.
My hands wandered down Tammy's waist, to her hips, running inside to her thighs. Tammy moaned, running her fingers through my hair, and spread her legs open wide in invitation. My mouth arrived on her erect nipples at the same time my fingers began to stroke her moist, hairless cunt. Tammy groaned loudly and began to thrust her hips against my hand. I swirled my tongue around her nipple and used my middle finger to slip inside her. Tammy grunted as I began to finger-fuck her; she humped back furiously at my hand.
Without warning, Tammy screamed and orgasmed, thrashing wildly as my fingers brought her to climax. As she twitched in pleasure, I positioned myself between her legs, put my cock to the entrance of her spasming cunt, and slowly began to push my way inside.
Tammy, tired from her climax, just smiled up at me as I entered her. I lowered myself upon her, skin touching skin, and we kissed deeply. I dove deeper and deeper into her tight, warm pussy. Her cunt, while not as small as my daughters', was still grasping my invading cock tightly. Tammy quivered as my cock began to press against her hymen. "Wait a sec," she panted at me, and I halted my slow inward plunge.
Tammy wrapped her legs behind my waist, took a deep breath, then thrust her hips upward and pulled me downwards with her legs -- impaling herself on my cock. She yelped out her pain, but continued to draw me inside her. I helped, pushing myself in her small body to the hilt.
We stopped then, the both of us, and while my cock throbbed inside her grasping cunt, I kissed away the tears of her virginity. After a while, during which I murmured soothingly to my Goddess of the Woods, she herself began to move her hips under me. I moved with her then, stroking my cock in and out of her depths. We moved faster and faster, our tongues intertwined, sucking each other's breath, moving together. I hammered myself in and out of her -- without warning again she exploded under me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and hanging on, howling out her pleasure like a wolf. The exquisite undulations of her flesh around my boiling cock came near to sending me over the edge myself; I resisted the urge to spurt my spunk inside her.
I held still inside Tammy as she came down from her orgasm, waiting for her to rejoin me in this world. Her frenzied panting gradually slowed to deep breathing; she opened her eyes, smiled up at me, and kissed me passionately. I kissed back then slowly pulled my rigid cock out from her. Her cunt made sucking sounds as I exited, as if still hungry for more.
Immediately Tammy pushed me over onto my back and without preamble began licking my cock. It was my turn to groan as her little tongue licked from the base of my cock to the crown, cleaning away her own juices and virginal blood. She lapped her way back down, sucking one of my balls into her mouth and gently swirling her tongue around it.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair. Tammy released my testicle and popped my cock into her mouth. I moaned and thrashed as she enthusiastically began wrapping her tongue around me, and bobbing her head up and down. She used her fingers to massage my balls. I could only lie there and groan.
I was getting close when Tammy took a deep breath and began to deep-throat me! I watched, amazed, as she swallowed my cock entirely. Her slender neck bulged as my cock went down into her gullet. I began bucking my hips, shoving my cock in and out of her little throat. On an inward plunge, Tammy started singing -- and the added vibrations finally caused me to explode, sending gush after gush of hot cum into her little girl mouth. With my last coherent thought I ripped my hands away from her head, to avoid ramming my cock into her throat and keeping it there, choking her with my sperm. My roar of release was mixed with the sound of Tammy's frantic gulping down of my cum.
As I lay back, catching my breath, Tammy kept my softening cock in her mouth, swallowing every iota of my semen. As my penis collapsed completely, she sucked it whole into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. It was a totally new sensation for me and soon Tammy had licked and sucked my cock back to hardness. Leaving my cock with a final lick, she clambered up my body and kissed me. I could taste my cum on her small tongue, and I sucked it greedily into my mouth. Tammy broke away and whispered, "You taste good Jack... thank you so much." I smiled down at her and hugged her, then rolled her off of me and covered her with warm blankets. One last cum-flavored kiss, then I turned to Rhonda.
Since I had been otherwise occupied for the past few minutes, I had not seen that Rhonda had become quite aroused by watching Tammy and me; Rhonda had her eyes closed and was lying on her back, furiously masturbating. As she rubbed her clit, I moved beside her and kissed her. As her eyes flew open in surprise I replaced her hand with my own, massaging her clit even more rapidly. I moved my mouth down to her not quite flat breasts, leaving her mouth free to gulp air as she moaned. As she neared climax, I switched my hands and my mouth -- teasing her clit and lapping up her sweet juices. As she had already been close, Rhonda quickly climaxed, flooding nectar in my face and mewling loudly.
While she lay panting, I kissed and licked my way up her body, rimming her bellybutton, licking my way up her heaving stomach, sucking gently on her still-hard nipples, kissing her neck and feeling her pounding pulse through my lips, and finally sucking on her tongue, which she weakly pushed in my mouth.
I spread her legs with my knees and probed her sopping cunt with the tip of my cock. Rhonda moaned lustily, then whispered, "Fuck me, Jack!" I buried the head of my penis inside her with one shove. She groaned with desire and spread her legs even wider, thrusting her hips upwards. She was small and tight, as all my goddesses were, and we grunted and groaned together as I lowered myself into her.
Rhonda winced as I felt my cock hit her hymen. I cradled her little body to me -- I could tell she was scared. "Do you want me to stop, Lightbringer?" I asked softly. "No!" she cried. I soothed her, stroking her hair, kissing her deeply, holding her close... then thrusting my cock deep, breaking her cherry. She screamed and thrashed wildly under me; I realized, too late, that she was one of the rare girls whose hymens were hypersensitive.
I held her to me as she cried, tears of pain rolling down her face. Tammy looked on, wide-eyed, as I tried to soothe Rhonda, crooning softly and rocking her gently in my arms. I was extremely careful to neither enter her deeper nor pull back out any; I let her outraged young pussy adjust slowly to my invading cock.
After a bit, it was Rhonda who resumed our lovemaking, thrusting her hips upward so violently that almost all of the rest of my cock rammed inside of her. Rhonda groaned lustily and with another thrust took all of me inside her. Instead of waiting to allow her cunt time to adjust, Rhonda obviously wanted to fuck. Being at least a part-time gentleman, I obliged, pumping in and out with longer and longer thrusts. She moaned long and loud as I fucked her harder and harder. She gasped with each thrust and wrapped her arms and legs around me, banging her hips up against mine in rhythm.
She got hotter and hotter, then climaxed violently, screaming and clawing at my back. Her cunt milked hard at my cock and it nearly made me shoot inside her. I continued pumping as she came, thrusting rapidly at her spasming cunt -- and sending her over the edge. Rhonda fainted, sighing softly as she fell back onto the soft blankets. I listened to her breathing and checked her pulse to be sure she was okay. After checking, I pulled myself out of her still twitching pussy and reached for a towel to clean us both off with.
"She's okay, isn't she?" Tammy whispered hoarsely. I smiled reassuringly and answered, "Yes, she just fainted, that's all. It happens sometimes when you have a really deep, intense climax." I finished wiping Rhonda's virginal blood and juices off the both of us. I tossed the towel aside and got a tube of petroleum jelly from the first aid kit, beginning to slather it on my erect cock. I looked down at Rhonda's face, smiling in her unconsciousness. "Help me roll her over, very gently," I told Tammy. Together we rolled Rhonda over until she lay on her stomach, with a pillow under her hips, raising her little butt, and her head to the side so she could breathe. I told Tammy, "This actually is pretty good, since this way she won't be tensed up as I enter her." Tammy nodded, understanding.
I took Rhonda's legs and spread them out, then gently grasped her firm cheeks and slowly parted them. I placed my cock against her cute, tiny, puckered hole. As my head touched her asshole, it tensed and Rhonda shifted in her deep sleep. I merely held myself there, waiting, and was soon rewarded by feeling her asshole relax. I waited a bit more, then began pushing my cock in her ass.
I slowly but persistently entered her, stopping as her rectum muscles would tense up from time to time; I just waited for her to relax again, then continued.After what seemed like a very long time, I had every inch of my throbbing cock inside Rhonda's incredibly tight young ass.
I lowered my body onto Rhonda's, holding my weight with my knees and elbows. My chest was against her soft back, and I moved her short blonde hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed her gently there. I moved one hand under her chest and began to caress her breast; the other hand slipped beneath her hips and to her vagina, softly stroking her swollen lips. After a few minutes of this gentle stimulation, Rhonda moaned softly in her sleep. Then her eyes fluttered open and she gave a start of surprise. I leaned over and kissed her, then said, "Tammy told me your fantasy was to be fucked in your ass." I tightened my crotch muscles, causing my cock to swell in her colon. Rhonda nodded in confirmation of Tammy's claim and groaned as she became aware of the violation of her ass. She tightened her ass around my cock, causing me to gasp out in pain/pleasure.
I held her body in place by clasping her to my chest. I began to move within her, pulling out an inch, pushing back in, pulling out more, going ever so slowly. "Relax, my love," I whispered to the trembling child under me, "I'll do all the work. Relax and enjoy." Rhonda let her little body go limp, and her tiny ass gave no further resistance.
I humped my hips, fucking her faster and faster, gently increasing my speed. My fingers continued to stroke her hard nipples and caress her clit. She writhed under me, panting and gasping, discomfort mixed with exquisite pleasure.
It went on and on, my cock plunging in and out of her rear, my hands bringing her closer and closer to climax, both of us grunting and gasping. Rhonda hunched her cunt on my hand, then shoved her ass back to impale herself on me, keeping time with my now frantic thrusts.
Rhonda crept up on her orgasm... then came violently, jerking and moaning loudly. Her ass convulsed around my cock and I climaxed, shooting my sperm into the depths of her intestines. A few last deep thrusts which knocked the breath from us both, and we collapsed, utterly exhausted.
It took a lot of willpower to slowly pull my softening cock from Rhonda's ass and clean up both myself and her. Rhonda simply lay limp, slow to recover from her climax. I laid down next to Rhonda, pulled her to my side and Tammy to my other, and covered us all with the warm blankets. Rhonda kissed me, murmuring, "Thank you, Jack." I cuddled them both to me, kissing them both, then dropped quickly into an exhausted sleep.
I awoke to the wonderful smells of bacon and eggs cooking over a fire. Rhonda and Tammy had already gotten up and I could hear their chatter outside the tent. Usually I wake up before any of the girls do, but it sounded like everyone else was already up. I decided today would be an excellent day to sleep in. I rolled over on my back and began to doze off, when a vengeful goddess, glorious in her nudity, burst into the tent, bent on wrecking the sanity of my mortal mind. Or at least bent on waking me up, which is much the same thing.
"Come on, Dad," the spiteful spirit cried, "get up already!" I groaned and mumbled something incoherent. The deity sighed, an evil sound indeed, and jumped on me. The breath whooshed from my exhausted body; the sprite began to cover my face with kisses, ending with a passionate kiss on my lips, her tongue roaming inside my mouth. The goddess' skin rubbed against mine sensuously. I surrendered to my goddess, as all worshippers must.
I grabbed my Trickster and got up, holding her under my arm. I walked out of the tent, not bothering to dress, while the Trickster protested vigorously. The other girls were around the campfire, laughing at the two of us. "Look what I caught just now," I told them, "think we could cook it and have it for breakfast?" A squawk of indignation came from behind me, and two first began to half-heartedly beating on my back. "Put me down!" came her command in a voice that was not to be denied. I denied it anyway, as Shelly answered me, "I'll cook it, but only if you'll skin it first." I looked down at my captive's small rear and stroked her ass with my free hand, saying, "It's pelt is certainly warm and cuddly..." I broke off as Gineen had reached between my legs and grabbed my balls with her hand. And gently squeezed.
"Will you please put me down now?" she asked, squeezing a bit harder to make her point. "Of course, dear," I replied, slowly bending my knees and lowering her to the ground. Her hand never left my testicles until she was safely out of my grasp. The other goddesses were laughing hysterically at the two of us.
After we had released each other, I pretended to scowl down at Gineen.
"Where'd you learn that particular move?" "From SuperBitch -- she always said she had you by the balls," Gineen answered, smiling brightly up at me. I was surprised for an instant, then burst out with laughter.
I put my arm around Gineen's shoulders and, still laughing, led us over to the fire. After snagging a pair of shorts and slipping them on, I hugged Gineen to my side and she happily hugged me back. Shelly came over with two plates and handed them to us as we sat down next to each other. The look Shelly gave me was one of those indecipherable looks that men are genetically incapable of figuring out. I admired her figure as she turned and walked back to the other side of camp. I noticed Sept was watching me; when she noticed I noticed, she began to eat her breakfast in earnest. I shook my head and sighed deeply.
Gineen put her hand on my thigh. "What's wrong Dad?" she asked me, looking over at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Shelly and Sept. I don't know if I can do what they expect me to do tonight." "Why not?" my Trickster asked around her food.
"Well," I began, "you know Shelly's fantasy, don't you?" Gineen nodded and said, "We all know each others'... Shelly wants to be tied up." "Right. I don't know if I can make love to her like that. It might feel... it might feel like I was raping her. I can't even stand to think about that." I was lost in thought for a moment, thinking of terrible things; I shook my head to clear it. "Sept's fantasy is no problem. I can lick her all over as many times as she likes -- but taking her cherry is something else."
"Why?" my daughter-goddess asked. "Remember when you and I made love?" I asked, putting my arm around her and hugging her (and trying to keep hold of my plate with my other hand). She grinned up at me and nodded. "What did it feel like, having me inside you? How did it feel as I stretched you out?"
"Besides wonderful, you mean?" Gineen leaned her head against my side. "It's hard to describe in words... it didn't hurt, exactly... it was like finding a part of me that I didn't know I had... in the beginning it was uncomfortable, but then later it was so good." She kissed my skin, thanking me again.
"Did you hear Rhonda last night?" I asked as I hugged her again. "Yes," she said softly, "you hurt her didn't you?" "Yes, I did, even though I didn't mean to. Her hymen -- her cherry -- was very sensitive and when I broke it... well, you heard her." "It won't hurt the next time she does it, will it?"
"No, as long as she doesn't rush it. She's still pretty small. And Sept is very small indeed."
"So then the only reason Rhonda hurt was her hymen?" "That was most of it, yes. I don't think Sept's hymen will be as sensitive, though; with Sept the problem is that I'm not sure I can enter her without tearing her open. And her hymen, if she still has it, will just make things harder."
"Sure it won't make you harder, too?" my daughter said, looking pointedly at my crotch. We both laughed and finished our breakfast.
Before we went on our daily hike, I talked with Rhonda to be sure she was okay after last night. She admitted to feeling a little sore around her crotch and rear, but said she was up to the hike. So off we went, with the girls once again in skirts and without any underwear. What we were trying to do today was spot various species of birds for a bird-watching merit badge. As the girls bounded up rocks, I could look up and see their cute asses and flashes of their little mounds. I thought of a great joke about 'looking for birds in the bushes' but since only Shelly had anything close to a bush it wouldn't have worked. I'd tell it to my Trickster later; maybe she could use it someday.
All in all it was a pretty uneventful day. We got the last two boosters in place, ate the lunch we had brought with us, and then hiked back to camp. Everyone was pretty tired, so I called for a siesta until dinnertime. I myself was about ready to collapse, but I ran a quick diagnostic on the beacon system, ensuring that the boosters were all responding properly and communicating with the location finders. Only after everything checked out did I crawl into my tent and quickly drop into a deep sleep.
I was awakened in what was becoming the usual way -- one of my new daughters jumped on me. It was Kim's turn apparently; she pounced on me with a cheerful whoop and started to kiss me all over my face. I grinned groggily and opened my mouth, instantly my Sorceress had her tongue deep in my mouth. We kissed and hugged for quite a long time, until Gineen came in. "Don't rape him!" she exclaimed, pulling Kim off of me. "I wasn't raping him, I was just making sure he was awake," Kim calmly replied.
My daughters leaned down and, hauling me by the arms, dragged me out of the tent. They released me and pulled away, giggling. The setting sun shone brightly yet and it took my eyes some time to adjust from the dimness of the tent.
There they were, in front of the fire. Sept was sitting on a log near the flames, while Shelly...Shelly was standing, her eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged, hands secured behind her with handcuffs, and her head bowed. Both of them were nude, and both were awaiting me. The other girls had apparently decided to leave us alone as they were nowhere to be seen.
I approached Shelly, my senses drinking in her bondage. My footsteps were silent for all their stumbling; Shelly jumped as I grasped her lightly by the shoulders. I looked imploringly down at Sept, asking her I know not what with my eyes.
"It's what Shelly wants, Jack," Sept said, almost begging me to accept it. "It's what she really wants." Sept stood and walked into the tent.
I looked down at Shelly's bowed head. "Is it truly what you wish? To have me make love to you while you're like this?" I asked softly. Shelly nodded her head. "Okay then, my love. You shall have your wish. But," I added sternly, grasping her chin and raising it firmly, "unbow your head. Young women, Scouts, and Goddesses bow to no one." Shelly nodded again, happily, then leaned into my body and rubbed her cheek against my chest. I put my arms behind her back and under her legs, and lifted her into my embrace, carrying her into the tent. Sept was already lying amongst the blankets, waiting. I gently laid Shelly down next to her, then lay down myself on Sept's other side. A grin split my face as I thought about how turned on Shelly would get listening to me fulfilling Sept's fantasy -- and not being able to see what was going on.
I kissed Sept, who shyly poked her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tiny tongue, swirling my own around it. With every movement, every gesture, Sept reminded me of just how very young she was.
I rolled Sept over onto her stomach and lifted her ponytail out of the way. She now was lying on the left side of her face so I began licking behind her right ear. I lapped down her ear to the back of her neck, the tiny, soft hairs tickling my tongue. As I kissed and licked, I turned her head and progressed to the back of her other ear. Sept gave a little whimper as I captured her earlobe and began to sensuously suck on it. Her hand shot under her hips and she began to furiously masturbate -- until I caught her arm and pulled it away. "Don't be in a hurry, luv," I whispered into her ear, "let the good feelings build and last. You'll be cumming tonight, I promise." She moaned, but no longer tried to touch herself.
I licked my way across her shoulder and began to lap her left arm. Sept was breathing heavily as I kissed and licked the back of her arm out to her hand. I kissed the back of her hand and sucked each of her fingers, swirling my tongue around and around each one. Releasing her hand, I gently moved her arm back towards her body, positioning it so I could lick the other side. I started from her palm -- and Sept grabbed my tongue with her fingers and gave a playful tug. I nipped her lightly with my teeth and she let go, giggling. I lapped my way back along her arm, tickling her armpit when I reached it, sending her into spasms of laughter.
I licked back across her shoulder and repeated my actions on her other arm, including the sucking and tickling. Having worked my way back to her shoulders, I began on her back, licking it in slow, long strokes of my tongue. I was through with her back in what seemed a very short time; yet again reminding me of just how small and young Sept was. During this Sept lay quietly, enjoying my tongue on her body.
I had reached her ass now, and I slowed the strokes of my tongue considerably. I bathed her small asscheeks with my tongue, carefully avoiding the cleft between them -- for the time being, at least. I began to lick my way down her youthful legs, switching from one to the other, keeping my progress equal. Sept gasped as she realized that I was not going to lick between her legs just yet. I grinned; I planned on saving that for the very last. Upon reaching her small feet, I lapped the soles of her feet (which she had apparently been thoughtful enough to clean), which brought more laughter from my little Mermaid. I sucked each of her toes, and Sept obligingly wiggled them in my mouth. I spent quite some time sucking, as it helped bring more moisture to my mouth, which was getting a little dry.
After quickly turning her over I lapped my way back up her legs, again switching from one to the other. As I approached Sept's crotch, her breathing increased and I could smell the sweet scent of her excitement. I slowly and gently spread her legs -- but not to lick her moist little cunt. Instead I merely licked the inner parts of her legs, bringing my tongue within millimeters of her labia, but never quite touching it. Sept squirmed and whimpered as she felt my tongue all around the place she most wanted to feel it. She almost raised up when, finished, I closed her legs again. I placed my hand on her chest, holding her down, whispering, "Trust me, little Goddess." Moaning, she lay down again, allowing me to begin to lick her stomach.
On my way up her body I made sure to cover her sides as well, which occasionally brought helpless laughter from my littlest lover. Upon reaching her chest I drove her even further into her desire, as I circled her hard nipples with my tongue, but never touched them. Sept was trembling with need as I continued kissing and lapping, up her neck and onto her face. I licked along her jaw to her ear, lightly stroking the insides and sucking on each earlobe. I lapped across her forehead, tasting her eyebrows, gently licking her closed eyelids, taking her cute little nose into my mouth entirely, and licking her cheeks, her chin, her upper lip. Only then did I stroke my tiring tongue across her lips.
Instantly, Sept opened her mouth and captured my tongue inside. She sucked on my tongue desperately as we kissed deeply. Quickly I broke off our kiss and attacked her nipples with my mouth, sucking first one, then the other, switching back and forth. Sept cried out and dug her fingers into my hair.
She had been on the edge for a very long time now and was almost crying with the need to orgasm. I crawled down to her crotch and began to spread her legs once again. Sept moved faster, however, and pulled her knees up to her chest and open, exposing her childish cunt to me. I placed my tongue deep into the crack between her asscheeks, licking slowly at the area I had skipped earlier. My face was pressed against the blankets as I rimmed her small asshole, shoving my tongue in and out of her. Sept's body shook and she gave a long moan.
I knew that she couldn't take much more of this prolonged pleasure, so I began licking her little hairless pussy. I started on the outside, lapping her outer lips, but soon moved inside to drink up her sweet juices. Sept's breath came in short gasps now and she didn't need much to send her over the edge. I wanted to lick up all her wonderful nectar, for it was just about the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, but it was obvious that Sept couldn't wait. So I gently took her small clit into my mouth and began to stroke it with my tongue, sucking it slowly.
A few seconds and Sept orgasmed, screaming out her release and pleasure. Her legs were clamped firmly around my head and she thrust her hips up to my mouth. I licked at her clit and cunt as she climaxed; it was a very long time before she came down from her peak and lay back among the blankets, exhausted.
I crawled up her body and cuddled her into my arms. Sept threw her arms around me and kissed me, then rested her head on my shoulder. "What next?" she asked. I laughed, then answered, "I'll take your virginity next, if you still want... and if we can." Sept raised her head and looked up at me, her brown eyes serious. "What do you mean, 'if?'" I sighed. "Well, my little one, the problem is that I might be too big for you." I took her hand and placed it on my cock, which had been hard and throbbing for quite some time now. "I'm not sure I can get inside you without hurting you... but we'll try if you want to." Sept rubbed her face against my chest and whispered, "I want to try."
Kissing her, I rolled over onto my back, carrying her with me. "Okay then... here's what we'll do. I'll stay on my back and you stand over my cock..." Sept stood up and positioned herself over me. "Now then, you just sort of sit down on me, but put me inside you as you sit. This way you'll be in control and can go as slow as you need." Sept smiled down at me, then squatted down over me. She grasped my throbbing penis in her little hand and drew the head to the opening of her wet pussy. Immediately she began to push herself onto my shaft. I could feel her wet, trembling flesh slide tightly around the head of my cock... it was the smallest, tightest pussy I'd even thought of invading. Sept's legs shook as she strove to keep herself upright and push herself onto me. I reached up to steady her, but she shook off my hands and, pursing her lips, gave a large whistle.
There was a scrambling outside, then two figures burst into the tent. My daughters sized up the situation with a glance, then went to either side of Sept, supporting her. Kim and Gineen grasped Sept, wrapping their arms around her, and lifted her legs from the ground. Sept was now held in the air by my daughters, who began to slowly lower her onto me.
They eased her down onto my cock. The feel of her childish flesh spreading over my throbbing penis was indescribable. Lower and lower my daughters eased Sept, until she gave a sharp little gasp -- I had hit her hymen. All of us looked at Sept, who took a deep breath and nodded for us to continue. I reached up and grasped her by the hips, then thrust her downwards on me as Kim and Gineen let her slide down several inches. Sept cried out and tears began sliding out from under her tightly closed eyelids.I stroked her inner thighs, murmuring reassurances as my two daughters kissed away her tears.
We slowly lowered Sept onto my penis, up to the hilt. Gineen and Kim quickly kissed the little Mermaid, then left the tent, zipping it behind them.
Sept began to move, up and down my rigid cock, slowly lifting herself up and then impaling herself upon me again. I leaned up and, grasping her small sweaty body to mine, rolled the both of us over. Her tight, tight vagina fluttered as I began to carefully pump in and out of her. Sept mewled and whimpered under me, clutching at the blankets we were lying on. Despite my care and slowness, I caused her some pain with each stroke into her immature body; when I asked, "Do you want to stop?" however, she glared angrily up at me and thrust her hips upward in response. So we continued, my body almost dwarfing hers, my hands rubbing and stroking her as my cock plundered her tender depths.
Finally, the pain passed as her unused passageway became accustomed to my penetrating length. I increased the pace of my plunges, Sept giving out lustful moans with each thrust. I pressed her tiny body against my chest, my hips becoming a blur as I began to rotate them, grinding into her clit. With a high-pitched squeal, Sept orgasmed, her tight pussy contracting even tighter around my cock. I groaned in mixed pain and pleasure; with a final shove, I shot my load deep inside my littlest Scout.
We lay there, I supporting my weight on my trembling arms, Sept panting loudly. We waited until my softening penis had slipped out of her of its own accord, then I rolled to the side, near exhaustion. I summoned my strength and gently enfolded my little Mermaid in blankets. She smiled up at me and kissed me, then lay back.
I turned to Shelly with a slight pang of regret, as I knew that she would not be getting my best performance. This being the third night in a row of my serving my goddesses' needs, I was just about dead. I reached behind Shelly's head to remove the gag; she jumped in surprise as she felt the touch of my hands on her. She moved her jaw from side to side as I tossed the gag away. I reached down and pulled her mouth open wide, then placed my knees on either side of her head. If being helpless was what she wanted, so be it: I leaned down over her bound body, putting my head near her lightly fuzzed crotch and pushing my soft cock into her mouth. She immediately began to nurse at my cock, licking and swallowing Sept's virgin blood.
I grasped Shelly's thighs, pulling them up and apart. Her maiden pussy spread open for my inspection and I could see drops of glistening moisture betraying her excitement. I dropped my tongue into the furrow between her childish fuzz, collecting the delicious drops of nectar. Shelly opened her legs wider and sucked frantically on my sore but stiffening prick.
I pushed my fingers into her tight cunt, stopping before I went as deep as her hymen. I began to rapidly finger fuck my little captive. She responded by clasping her legs shut and moaning around my now stiff cock. I began to pump in and out of her mouth, feeling my penis rub along her silky tongue. I pried open her thighs again and, reaching down with my mouth, began to violently suck on her engorged clitoris.
Shelly gurgled around my dick as I attacked her clit, rubbing the length of my tongue over it, then sucking it hard. She orgasmed after only a few seconds; I pulled my cock out of her mouth as she shouted in pleasure. While the waves of her climax rushed over her, I positioned myself between her trembling legs and began to shove myself into her. Her virgin pussy fit snugly around my cock, though it was nowhere near as tight as Sept's cunt had been. After a few gentle shoves, the tip of my cock ran against her maidenhead; another shove -- it was gone and Shelly was gasping with the sharp sting. I continued remorselessly into her, filling her for the first time, Shelly being helpless to stop me, as she had wished. I didn't try anything fancy with my Goddess of the Hearth, I just fucked her little bound body ravenously. We were both too aroused by her bondage to last very long. After a short while of near-violent intercourse, we both exploded, Shelly's setting off my own.
After the last, gasping thrusts deep inside Shelly, I nearly collapsed on top of her. With a moist sucking noise, I gingerly extracted my sore cock from Shelly's heaving body and rolled onto my side. I took the blindfold from her eyes and threw it out of the tent. Shelly's green eyes looked up at me with exhaustion. I rose up on my knees, careful not to disturb little Sept, and stuck my hand palm up out the tent flap. Immediately I felt a key being pressed into my hand and someone else closing my fingers around it. With the key, I turned my tired Protector onto her side and unlocked the handcuffs, pitching them out of the tent after the blindfold. I lay down and snuggled my oldest and my youngest Scouts to either side, and instantly fell asleep.
My day began as per usual, with someone jumping on me. Shelly and Sept were gone already, recovering far faster than I, who had had three very strenuous nights in a row. I was groggily contemplating the demanding nature of my goddesses when a rough slap on my face brought me fully and shockingly awake. Kim stood above me, and said sharply, "Father, wake up. The sheriff is on the radio and needs to speak to you immediately!"
Her tone alone told me this was serious, and I leapt out of our pleasure dome and dashed to the radio. Shelly had the mike, which she handed to me as I bounded up to her. "Go ahead, Ed," I almost shouted. Our conversation was brief and pointed, with Ed informing me of another storm heading our way rapidly that was far worse than the one we'd already weathered. He asked me to get the girls back home, a request which we both knew was an order. From his description of the storm, it was an order I had no problems following, as we weren't equipped to deal with something that fierce. I told Ed I'd use that old mining road I'd told him of earlier, and he told me that was fine, obviously having other matters to attend to. We both signed off quickly.
The girls, having overheard most of the conversation, were already pitching the tents. "Don't bother packing them correctly," I told them, "just get the gear into the back of the truck and we'll sort it out later." Shelly pressed a cup of black goop into my hand that somewhat resembled coffee, which I drank anyway, knowing I needed a stimulant after last night's lovemaking.
We threw everything into the truck rapidly; I was just barely able to grab some clothes to put on before we were on our way. Gineen was strapped into the front seat beside me, and the others secure in the rear seats. This vehicle was made to get people in and out of remote places, but as we got through the clear area we had been staying in and approached the remnants of the mining road, I wondered if the truck could do it. The road was in far worse shape than I remembered, and far steeper than any road made for mining equipment had any right to be. I glanced at Gineen beside me, looking at me with a twinkle of anticipation in her eyes, and looked in the rear view mirror at my precious goddesses behind me. Thunder rumbled through the air, a warning of what was fast coming down on us. "Hang on," I muttered, and directed the car down the road.
I say "directed" because the trip that ensued could hardly be described as actual driving. I remember nothing more than flashes myself, as I was strictly in a reaction mode, fighting the truck's momentum, the road that barely existed, and the steepness of the grade. It was much like trying to slide down a mountain riding a two-ton hunk of steel. I do remember stealing a glance at Gineen at one point, her fair skin and bright blonde hair shining against the darkening sky, grinning maniacally as we plunged ever downwards.
Suffice it to say we made it to the bottom and back to the main road (ah, to discard an epic with a single sentence). As the tires traded the rough scrabble of the mining road for smooth pavement, the storm finally hit us. Visibility instantly ceased, and now that I had the attention to spare, I prayed to whatever gods might be listening that no other fool would be using this road at the moment. The violent lightning, which had been growing as we came down the mountain, lit up the sky like strobe lights against my eyes. I thought I heard the girls softly praying behind me, but I dared not spare them a glance.
We made it to town, and I dropped the girls off one by one at their homes. Each had to dash out of the truck into the pouring rain, after giving me a sweet kiss goodbye. The deluge was such that I wasn't worried about even their parents seeing us from the house only meters away. First Sept, then Tammy, Rhonda, and Shelly were seen safely home, although their gear was still in the truck -- we'd unscramble the mess in the truck later.
Finally, I drove the daughters of my heart towards the shack in which they were supposedly being cared for. My hands tightened on the wheel as they always did when I dropped them off. To my surprise, Gineen gently placed her hand on mine, and murmured, "Maybe this time..." She didn't continue, and I didn't pursue the matter because as we were approaching the street where their "foster parents" dwelled, there were clearly emergency lights flashing from fire trucks somewhere nearby. As I drove closer, it was obvious that the firemen were there at the very house my new daughters were living in.
Or rather, had been living in, because that house no longer existed. It appeared to either have been blown up, or burned down, or some combination of the two.Telling the girls to stay in the truck, I braved the rain, which was now merely very heavy, and ran over to the firemen to ask what had happened. Coming around the fire truck, I saw Ed's patrol car and dived in, somewhat startling Ed, who was writing up a report.
Ed told me what the neighbors had told him: right before the rain began, the house had been hit with an enormous bolt of lightning, which pretty much obliterated it. The fire set off by the explosion had apparently destroyed whatever was left, although the rain had come in time to stop it from spreading to the other homes around it. The girls' guardians had fortunately not been home at the time, and would be staying with relatives a few hundred kilometers away, although they had been put up at a nearby hotel for the night.
I immediately told Ed, "I'll keep the girls at my place for now." Ed replied, "Sure, that's what I told them I'd arrange, since they don't really want to deal with two kids at the moment." Ed's face told me what he thought of people who treated people as afterthoughts. "Good," I told him, "and... Ed, I want to adopt them." Ed looked at me and said, "Fine, stop by the courthouse tomorrow and I'll help the paperwork along its way. As long as the girls want to be adopted?" he asked, looking straight at me the way lawmen always do. "Yes, I'm pretty sure they do." "Good, at least two kids are out of the damn system," Ed said with more feeling than I think I'd ever seen him display. We looked at each other with understanding, then Ed growled, "Get your daughters home and out of this mess." I grinned and jumped back out into the rain.
As I stepped around the fire truck again, I stopped, out of sight there from both Ed's car and my truck where my family was waiting for me. I looked up at the sky as best I could with rain pouring into my eyes. I wasn't a particularly religious man, and with all the different beliefs out there it was easy to dismiss them all as equally meaningless. But even I can calculate odds... I mean, the house where the daughters of my heart had to live conveniently being destroyed while I was plunging down a mountain with a car full of goddess-children, all of whom had given their virginity to me, thus letting me become my little loves' father as well as their lover? Even a man such as I can see when a prayer, or a sacrifice, has been answered. So I whispered, "Thank you," to the sky, which split open with a violent flash of lightning from cloud to cloud, as if in answer.
I made my stunned way back to my truck, where my daughters awaited me. I climbed in and told them what had happened to the place they had lived, and how they would now become my daughters in fact, if they wanted to. They cheered and smothered me and each other with kisses, stopping only to hold hands with each other and whisper, "Sisters," and smile.
Strangely, though, I never got the impression that they were very surprised by any of it. I wondered about that, but decided I really didn't want to know.
Ed, true to his word, got the paperwork through the system's maze quite quickly, and now my Scout troop includes my own daughters, which has eased the other parents' concerns about having a man lead their girls' troop. Which is kind of ironic, I suppose, since all the girls and I still make love when they wish to do so. My goddesses of wisdom and trickery live with me, and they have made my life so much of a pleasure that it stuns me when I stop to think on it, and I don't refer to our pleasure in bed, which we still share with each other.
Some things they don't share with me, though, as upon occasion they will go off separately and do mysterious things. I've tried to ask them about it without prying, but Gineen and Kim just look at each other and giggle. I've stopped asking, now. There are some activities of goddesses that mortal man was not meant to know. | null | null | Collections/stm/classics/Balancer_-_Scout_Leader.txt |
1,581 | T. F. Yank | Fallen Angel | "Damn her! Who the fuck does she think she is?" I swore to myself as I drained the drink before me. "Barkeep?" I called. Getting his attention, I indicated the empty glass. "Hit me again, will you?"
I could tell by his expression he was trying to decide whether or not to cut me off. I put on my most charming smile as I said, "Rough day."
He grunted a non-committal reply and reached for the bottle of JW Red. Throwing a few ice cubes in a glass, he poured out a double shot and placed it in front of me. He stood there frowning, his hand holding the glass.
It took me a moment to realize he was waiting to be paid. So much for the kind, understanding bartender. I reached for my wallet in the inside pocket of my sports jacket. And nearly fell off the stool. I grabbed the bar to steady myself, and grinned in victory, seeing the wallet in my hand.
"I dunno," the bartender said. "Maybe you've had enough for tonight."
I managed to remove a ten from the wallet and placed it on the bar. "I'm okay. Really I am. Keep the change. This'll be the last one anyway. I still got people to go and places to see before the night is over."
Shaking his head, he picked up the ten with one hand and pushed my drink closer with the other. I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away. I guess I was getting a bit sloshed. What was this? My fifth? Or was it my sixth?
I glanced at my watch and was a bit surprised at how blurred it appeared. I found closing one eye helped a bit. God, I'd been here for at least an hour. Five drinks in an hour? (Or was it six?) Doesn't matter. Seeing as I was drinking doubles, I realized I was on my way to getting royally shit-faced. If I wasn't already there.
And it's all Ellie's fault. God damned, heartless bitch! As the pain flared once again, I took a deep swallow from my drink. The liquid still burned on its way down.
Ellie. Elizabeth Marian Hansfeld. My heart's desire. My reason for living. My best friend. My lover. My roommate. My fiancee. My everything. Everything, that is but my wife!
My thoughts returned to the argument we had at dinnertime. It was one we've had quite often lately. Marriage. I wanted to get married. Ellie didn't.
She said we had everything we needed-- love, trust, commitment. She didn't see the need for some stupid ceremony and piece of paper. We didn't need some clergyman or city official telling us we were husband and wife, as if the words were some magical incantation.
Ellie is a dyed-in-the-wool feminist. Smart, independent, decisive. She believes in equality of the sexes, a woman's right to control her own body, life and destiny.
She's not one of those radical, bra-burning, butch male-haters. Oh, she's marched many times in support of several feminist causes. Matter of fact, we met the first time at a Pro-Choice rally. Ellie's admitted to having several female lovers before she met me. She's also had several male lovers as well. Not sure why, but I always felt more threatened when she'd discuss the female lovers.
I, on the other hand, tend to be more old-fashioned. I still believe a man and a woman can meet, fall madly in love, get married, move to the little house with the white picket fence, have babies, and live happily ever after.
However, I really blew it tonight when I said something about it would be nice if she had my name. Ellie started yelling something about my being a chauvinist pig. How all men wanted women as possessions, chattel, treating them as objects for their sexual gratification. Hurt, I fought back. Accused her of being cold, heartless. Accused her using either sex for her sexual gratification.
There were a great many angry words thrown back and forth. I remember saying something about if she didn't love me enough to marry me, maybe I'd be better off finding someone who did. She said something about tonight might be a good time for me to start looking. I stormed into our bedroom and started packing a bag.
My anger had cooled by the time I finished packing. As I headed to the living room, I hoped Ellie would say something, anything, that would give me an excuse not to leave. As I entered the living room, Ellie was on the phone, crying.
"Please Karen, hurry. I can't stand the thought of being alone tonight."
The fucking bitch! I wasn't even out of the apartment yet, and here she was on the phone to one of her lezzie lovers. Anger, resentment, (fear?) filled me as I listened to her. Grabbing my bag, I stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as hard as I could.
I drove for a while. Had no destination in mind. Just needed to keep moving. Afraid if I stopped moving, the world would end. After about an hour, I had a sudden urge for a drink. A great many drinks. So many that hopefully I could kill the pain that was gnawing at my heart.
So here I sat. The alcohol was working. Oh, the pain was still there, but I didn't feel it. As a matter of fact, I felt nothing. I was numb all over.
I glanced at the mirror behind the bar. Why do all bars have mirrors? Is it so we can see how horrible we look? Or is it so we can see the pain and anguish in the faces around us? And by seeing others hurt as we do, somehow lessen our own pain?
I scanned each reflected face, trying to determine if any were as filled with pain and regret as mine. There was an old man lost in thought, perhaps remembering a lost love?. A smiling couple oblivious to the rest of us, as they played at the mating ritual. A young fellow staring at the glass in front of him. I wondered if his girlfriend had thrown him out tonight, too.
And there was an angel. An angel? God, she was beautiful. A mass of thick, wavy hair as black as night, which framed her face. A clear, pale complexion that had the look of porcelain. Her face was angular, arched eyebrows, high cheek bones, a straight nose, and a pouting mouth complete with full, sensuous lips.
But her eyes! I realized it must have been the booze. But they seemed to shine like twin beacons. I felt as if I was being sucked into their greyish depths.
As if she sensed me, her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. A slight smile played at the corners of her luscious mouth as she tilted her head in a quizzical manner.
Ashamed at my behavior, I quickly averted my eyes. I took another deep drink, and nearly choked as it went down the wrong passage. Hesitantly, I again looked in the mirror, to find her staring intently back at me.
Suddenly fear hit me. I didn't understand why, but I suddenly had the feeling I should get out of there. I lurched off my seat as a spasm hit my stomach. I raced to the back of the bar and just made it to the washroom as my stomach heaved."Are you okay?" the soft voice questioned. I tore my gaze from the twin beacons, only to find myself staring at that full mouth. Pearl white teeth peeked out between slightly parted lips. "I said, are you okay?" a soft breeze whispered.
I shut my eyes and mentally shook myself. When I opened my eyes, she was still standing there, a questioning look upon her face. "I'm okay, I guess," I replied. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her being so close, I reached for my glass.
"Do you really think you should?" she asked. "You'd probably be better off with a cup of black coffee."
I caught a whiff of the amber liquid and my stomach lurched. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"There's a restaurant across the street," she suggested. "Why don't we get you some coffee. Can't have you going home in this condition."
"Can't go home in any condition," I muttered as I stood. The room swayed around me, and I reached out to steady myself. When I realized I had grabbed on to her, I apologized and tried to let go.
"No," she said, grabbing my arm. "Let me help you." Being in no condition to refuse, I allowed her to steady me and lead me from the bar. Once outside, I was surprised to find it was dark. The sun had still been shining when I had arrived earlier.
Slowly we made our way across the street and into the restaurant. She led us to a booth and helped me into it. Taking a seat opposite me, she ordered a couple of coffees when the waitress came.
I realized I was staring at her. I felt a blush creep up my face, and looked away. We sat there silently until the waitress returned with two large mugs of coffee. As I tried to raise mine to my mouth, I spilled some down my front. Damn, it was hot.
She got up from her seat and came around to my side. Reaching for a napkin, she attempted to wipe the coffee off my jacket. "Let's try that again," she said, taking the cup from my hand, "only this time, just sip it." She lifted the cup to my mouth and I managed a small sip without spilling it all over. "Now you try," she said, wrapping both my hands around the cup.
My hands shook as they raised the cup upward. Partly due to the booze, but also because of her nearness. Not feeling all that confident, I lowered my head to meet the cup halfway. I managed another sip. Carefully setting the cup down, I faced her and said, "Thanks. Didn't mean for you to go to all this trouble."
"No talking until you get at least one cup of coffee into you," she said, smiling. Her fingers wrapped around my hands still holding the cup, and lifted upward. Taking the hint, I took another drink. After the first couple of sips, it didn't seem as hot. I managed to take a few larger swallows. And all the while, her fingers remained wrapped around the backs of my hands.
At first, her touch seemed icy cold. But it must have been because the cup was so hot. Because now her touch seemed to burn. Not a painful burning, but rather a warm physical heat.
Raising the cup, I drained the last of the black liquid. Placing it down on the table with more steadiness than I thought I was capable of, I smiled weakly and said, "Okay. Now can I thank you?"
"Sure," she said, pushing the other cup to me. "But let's see if you can get a second cup in you while we talk."
Taking the cup and lifting it into the air in a mock toast, I said, "Thanks to my rescuing angel." For a moment, I thought I saw a look of startlement in her grey eyes. But if it was there, it quickly passed.
"I don't even know your name," I added.
"Anggie," she replied.
"Anggie?" I said. "And that's short for Angela?"
"Well, if you really must know. My full name is Angelica Maria Dubourbon. And yours?"
"Chris. Christopher William Whalen at your service, fair lady. Funny, when I first saw you tonight, I thought you were an angel. And here I find your name is Angelica-- angelic, how fitting."
"Oh I doubt I'd be confused for an angel. A fallen angel, maybe. But it seems you're feeling better. She must have really hurt you."
"She? How do you know it was a 'she'?"
"I don't. Just an impression. You don't strike me as someone who gets drunk on a steady basis. I just figured it must have something to do with a girlfriend or a wife. You looked like someone trying to drown an unpleasant memory."
I don't know why, but suddenly I had this urge to tell her everything. As the whole, painful story erupted from my lips, Anggie sat there, listening attentively, her hands clasping mine. Finally I finished, tears streaming down my cheeks. Somehow, sharing this with her seemed to lessen the pain.I nuzzled my face in her hair, an earthy aroma filling my nostrils. Sheepishly, realizing my hand still grasped her buttock, I moved it up to the small of her back.
I stood very still, not daring to move for fear of breaking the spell that bound us. When Anggie finally broke our embrace and moved away, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if suddenly I had lost a part of me. Involuntarily, I reached out to her and drew her back into my embrace.
She looked up into my face and smiled. The moonlight, reflected in her eyes, made them seem shiny, feverish. Her lips appeared swollen as if our kiss had in some manner abused them. Her hand caressed my cheek, leaving a burning trail in its path.
"Oh Chris, that was beautiful," she said softly. "I haven't felt like that in a long, long time."
I lightly kissed her forehead in response. She grasped my face and tilted it downward until our lips brushed. Thinking she wanted me to kiss her again, I pressed my mouth against hers.
But I was wrong. She pressed my head further downward. My lips brushed against her throat. My tongue lightly licked the skin in the small hollow at the base of her neck. I traced the outline of her collarbone, first in one direction, and then in the other.
I felt her hand push its way between us. I moved to give her room, all the while maintaining my contact with her throat. I could feel her unbuttoning the top of her dress. My mouth and tongue moved down to the newly exposed skin, licking and kissing the creamy flesh.
Suddenly impatient with her slowness, I pushed the top of her dress down over her shoulders. I marveled at the whiteness of her exposed skin. Reaching behind her, I undid the clasps holding her bra. I pushed the straps down over her shoulders, and roughly pulled her breasts free of the confining cups.
I couldn't believe the feelings of pleasure I felt. I was like a rutting animal, the heat between my legs consuming me. I attacked her breasts, sucking in mouthfuls of the firm flesh. My tongue lashed across her nipples, my teeth lightly nipping them until I felt them harden.
I sank to my knees, pulling her down with me. My hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress and searched upward. They found the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. I pushed her backward until she lay on the ground beside me. I pushed up the bottom of her dress, exposing her nakedness.
I lightly ran my hand over her thighs. I ran my fingers through the thick mass of pubic hair covering her mound. My blood was boiling in my veins as I lowered my face between her legs and nuzzled the bush with my mouth. I parted the hair, exposing her vagina. Running a finger along the edge of her outer lips, I gently blew on the tender flesh.
"Y-y-yessss-s-s-s," Anggie moaned as she arched her back. Raising her hips upward, she spread her legs further apart. Her hands entwined themselves in my hair, and firmly pressed my face against her vagina. I responded by spreading her outer vaginal lips and running my tongue along the length of the inner lips.
Once again I seemed to be gripped by a sexual frenzy. My pleasure seemed to increase dramatically the more I tried to return the pleasure to her. My penis ached within its confinement. As I stabbed my tongue deep within her vaginal channel, tiny shocks ran up and down my shaft.
"Stop! Chris, stop. Someone is coming."
As quickly as my passion had come, it left me. I was dazed and confused by the sudden change in feelings. I looked up at Anggie to see her sitting up.
"Help me with this," she commanded, indicating her bra. I scrambled to my feet and refastened the bra behind her back. She moved to her knees and pulled up her panties. She stood and rebuttoned the front of her dress. Giving her dress a brief brushing, she held out a hand to me.
"Come, we have to leave here."
Still dazed by the sudden turn of events, I slowly got to my feet. She grabbed my hand and pulled me after her. Once again we were swallowed up by the darkness of the trees.
Soon we were back on the street in front of the entrance to the park. Anggie started walking in what I thought was the direction of the restaurant.
"We have to get you somewhere to stay tonight. Did you have a place in mind?"
I answered no, that I hadn't really thought about it.
"There's a decent motel not far from here. It's not the best, but it's clean. And not too expensive. Why don't we get you checked in there?"
I had no objections. I needed someplace to stay. The motel would be as good as anywhere else. I suggested we get my car as it had my luggage. Anggie led us back to the restaurant where I located the car. Following her directions, we soon arrived at the motel.
Parking in front of the office, we went inside. The desk clerk looked up as we entered, and eyed us suspiciously. Shit, I swore silently. I could imagine what we looked like-- Anggie's hair was a mess, and I looked as if I had rolled in a garbage dumpster. Trying to look like I knew what I was doing, I asked for a room.
"We don't rent rooms by the hour," the clerk snapped.
"I'm glad to hear that. My wife and I were hoping to stay a few days. Had some car trouble earlier. And right now I just want to get out of these clothes and into a nice hot shower."
The clerk still looked skeptical. "We are pretty busy this time of year. If you expect to stay several days, you'll need to reserve the rooms now."
"No problem," I answered, taking out my wallet. "Here's my credit card. Might as well run it through the machine," I said, tossing my AmEx Gold card on the counter.
At the sight of the card, and with the promise of several night's bookings, the clerk's attitude suddenly changed. "Right away, sir," he said, getting up. "And how many nights would you care to reserve for?"
"Might as well make it for two, I guess. What do you think, sweetheart?" I asked Anggie, trying not to laugh out loud.
She smiled and said, "Well, maybe we should just make it for one night. You never know what the rooms are like in a place like this."
"I assure you, madam, our rooms are spotless, and very comfortable," the clerk said, as if to suggest otherwise was an insult.
"I'm sure they are," I said. "Book us one of your better rooms for two nights to start. We'll let you know tomorrow, if we intend to stay longer."
"That'll be Room 215, Sir. Take the center staircase and turn right at the top of the stairs. You'll find an ice machine at the end of the corridor, as well as vending machines. The snack bar is closed right now. But it opens at six in the morning, if you're interested in breakfast."
Thanking him, and taking the key, we practically ran from the office. We both started laughing uncontrollably by the time we got to the car. I moved it closer to the stairs, and retrieving my bag, we headed up to our room.
Upon arriving at the room, I unlocked the door and waited for Anggie to enter. She motioned me to go first. Thinking she was afraid, I did so and turned on the lights. I tossed my bag on the floor near the bed. Turning around I was surprised to see her still standing outside.
Suddenly I was afraid that she wasn't going to spend the night with me. Walking to the door, I said, "Well, I guess..."
"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked.
Was she afraid I didn't want her? "Yes. Please enter my humble abode," I said with a low bow.
Anggie smiled and walked into the room. Standing in the center, she slowly turned around, checking out the room. "Not bad," she said. "It looks clean. Guess we'll just have to find out how comfortable it is."
I moved to her and took her in my arms. She raised up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to mine. Suddenly, I felt the return of my passion. My hands flew to the buttons on her dress and started to unbutton them.
"No," she commanded, pushing me away. "First you." And with that she pushed my jacket off my shoulders. As it dropped to the floor, she moved to the buttons on my shirt. I tried to help her, but she pushed my hands away. Freeing my shirt from my pants, she slipped it off. Her hands moved to my belt and unbuckled it.
She pushed me backward until I stood at the foot of the bed. She pressed down on my shoulders until I sat on the bed. Then she bent and caught a leg in her hands. Lifting it, she removed my shoe and sock.
I watched her undress me and found it excited me. Glancing at me from under her lashes, Anggie smiled and raised my bare foot to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked my big toe. Involuntarily, my foot jerked at the touch. Slowly, she took it in her mouth and started sucking on it.
A searing spasm of pleasure flared in my crotch as she sucked it as if it was a cock. All too soon she stopped and let my leg fall to the floor. She grabbed my other leg, and after removing the shoe and sock, lightly ran her tongue along the sole of my foot. Another spasm shook my body.
"Lay back and lift your other leg," she said.
I leaned back, supporting myself on my elbows so I could watch her, and lifted my leg. She grabbed the cuffs of each pants leg and pulled. To help her, I lifted my hips, and she pulled my pants free. She looked down at my body, naked except for my briefs. Seeing my erection straining against the material, she smiled.
My eyes drank in her beauty. Her hair, still messed from our previous romp, gave her a wild, wanton look that set my blood boiling. I watched, mesmerized, as her hands unbuttoned her dress. As she shrugged it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor, revealing her slender body.As she reached behind to unclasp her bra, my breath caught in my throat as her covered breasts were thrust forward by her movements. Teasingly, she crossed her arms across her chest as she slipped the bra straps off each shoulder. Slowly, she lowered her arms, exposing her small, firm breasts.
My hungry eyes devoured her body, naked except for the lacy panties that hid her love box from my view. God, I was horny. I wanted to suck and lick those dark nipples until they were rigid with desire. I wanted to bury my face in that hot, moist cleft between her legs until she shivered with delight. I wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the floor, until she cried for release.
As if sensing my desire, she said, "Patience, Chris. The waiting will just make it that much better." Her hands cupped her breasts as if offering them to me. Her fingers tweaked those succulent nipples, and I felt my testicles constrict in response.
I watched as her hands caressed and teased flesh that I wanted so much to touch. I groaned as I watched her hand slip beneath her panty to finger her vagina. I was going crazy with desire.
Anggie turned her back to me and lowered her panties, revealing the twin globes of her buttocks. Leaning over at the waist, she grasped her nether cheeks and spread them, revealing the small brown rosette that was her rectum. Playfully, she slapped each cheek, causing them to jiggle.
I struggled to a sitting position. I had no more patience. All I had was lust, hot, demanding lust. She had no right to tease me like this. I had to have her. And nothing was going to stop me.
Suddenly I was pushed back down on the bed. Anggie stood at the foot of the bed. I wondered how she could have moved so fast. Hands on hips, a scowl on her face, she stared at me.
"I said patience. Don't rush things."
"Please," I whimpered. "I can't take much more. I need you badly."
The scowl changed to a smile. "You want me?" she teased.
"God, yes," I replied.
Anggie knelt between my legs. My body arched upward at the touch of her hands on my thighs. Again, I had a brief sensation of being touched by something clammy and cold. But this quickly passed, as her hands seemed to burn into my flesh.
"Tell me how much you want me," she said.
"I want you more than anything," I managed to gasp as her hands lightly caressed my aching shaft through my briefs.
"More than money? More than happiness? More than Ellie? More than life?"
"Yes. Yes! Yes, more than anything," I cried out, the urgency of my desire becoming more than I could bear.
Her fingers played at the waistband of my briefs, as she asked, "Would you do anything for me?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Would you follow me anywhere? Be my slave, Chris?"
"Yes, I'd do anything you wanted. Please Anggie, I'm in pain."
Slowly, she pulled on the waistband, drawing it down over my hips. My erection sprang upward, once freed of its constraints. She reached out and grasped it with both hands. Her touch burned. I've never known such intense pleasure in my life.
"Would you kill for me? Would you die for me?"
"Y-Y-Y-E-SSSSSSSSSS!" I screamed as her tongue flicked across the tip of my penis. God, the pain... the pleasure... I wasn't sure which. All I knew was I didn't ever want her to stop.
Her tongue traced a line down the underside of my erection. She licked my scrotum and then gently took one sac into her mouth. While her lips tightly closed around it, her tongue continued to lash the tender nut, sending searing waves of pleasure/pain along every nerve ending in my body.
"Please, Angel. I can't take much more. If you don't let up, I won't have any control left," I begged.
In answer, she sucked hard on the testicle in her mouth, causing me to again groan in pleasant agony. Releasing her hold on me, she lifted her head and looked at me.
"Don't worry, my precious Christopher. I want you to come. Take the edge off. That way we'll be able to able to enjoy a slower fuck. And not have to worry about you becoming too excited." With that, she took my bursting erection into her warm, moist mouth.
Her eyes never left mine as her mouth tormented me. Her hands caressed my scrotum, squeezing and pulling the now tight flesh. My hips started a counter-rhythm to her movements, causing the tip of my cock to strike the back of her throat each time she swallowed me completely.
I felt my scrotum tighten further as the pressure became even more unbearable. I could feel my cum slowly force its way upward. Finally, in a searing, blazing nova of pure physical pleasure, I threw my head back and screamed as I erupted into her hot mouth.
Her mouth continued to suck my throbbing shaft as it pumped shot after shot of hot cum against the back of her throat. Finally, my thrashing subsided, and I could feel my penis grow limp. But she continued to suck it until I was forced to beg her to stop.
Almost reluctantly she released me. Some of my cum had dribbled down her chin. Smiling, she wiped her mouth and her chin with her fingers. "That was good. And it's going to be even better the second time," she said, getting to her feet. Moving around to the side of the bed, she said, "Move up on the bed."
My body was drained. There wasn't an ounce of strength left. I can't ever remember being so totally sated before in my life. I really didn't want to disappoint her, but I was sure there was no way I'd ever get it up again tonight. All I really wanted to do was sleep.
Anggie knelt on the bed, and, grabbing my shoulders, shook me. "Come on, move up. We've only just started. Don't quit on me now."
"I'm sorry, Angel. God knows I want to. But while the mind is willing, the flesh is dead."
"And the dead shall rise with the second coming. Just move up a bit and I'll prove to you that your real name is Lazarus," she teased.I could no longer restrain my body, and my hips started to rise and fall with her movements. My hands dug into her and pulled her down on top of me.
Anggie reached between us and grasped my shaft between her fingers. Raising herself until the tip of my shaft broke free, she pinched it hard with her nails. GOD! THE PAIN! My mind screamed in protest as I tried to catch my breath.
"Not just yet, my precious," she whispered, gently stroking my shrinking shaft. "I have not yet had my fill. But soon, I promise you. Soon we shall join together in the ultimate physical pleasure. Just be patient a little bit more, my darling. Just let your Angel feel a little bit more."
Less than gently, she stuffed my softened penis back in her love box. Again she started her torturous ride, as her vaginal muscles gently squeezed and released my shaft. God, I've never known anyone like her. Quickly the pain was replaced by pleasant sensations, and my shaft hardened in response.
Soon my whole body shivered with mind-numbing pleasure. Anggie again lowered her upper body so her dangling breasts lightly caressed my chest. Her rigid nipples burned across my sensitized skin, adding further overloads to my nervous system.
My body floated in space. Each time I felt a part of her against me, it was like a thousand volts of electricity passed through me. Her hands burned my skin as she raked her nails across my chest. Her nipples were like fiery brands, leaving charred flesh wherever they touched. Her slit was like a bed of coals, encasing my straining erection.
I had passed beyond pleasure. I had gone beyond pain. My entire body had turned into a gigantic cock. My entire being was one continuous orgasm, never diminishing, never ending. Surely I had died, and my angel, my sweet fallen angel had carried me off to some special heaven.
I was moaning uncontrollably as Anggie pressed her mouth to my breast, her tongue lashing against my nipple. That proved to be the last straw, as I felt my orgasm swell within my near bursting shaft. This time Anggie did not try to stop the inevitable. Instead she started nipping my chest and nipple with her teeth. I was surprised that instead of being painful, it only increased the pleasure I felt.
Suddenly I felt her teeth sink into my flesh. A searing pain coursed through me as I screamed, "God damned bitch bit me!" Then as suddenly as the pain came, it left. A pleasant burning sensation filled me as my orgasm exploded. All the mind-blowing pleasure I had experienced up to that moment was nothing compared to pleasure I felt now. The intensity of the pleasure that shook my body was more than my mind could take. Suddenly, everything ceased to exist as my mind fell into total blackness.
Slowly, I emerged from the blackness. There was a high school marching band clamoring around in my head. And the Sahara desert had moved into my mouth while I slept. I groaned out loud as my head suddenly realized it was hung-over.
Every muscle in my body protested as I tried to turn my head. God, I've never felt this bad after a drunk. The dim glow of sunlight, leaking in from around the curtains, seared my eyes. I shut them tight in pain. Slowly, I opened them to mere slits and found I could just tolerate the brightness.
I appeared to be alone. At least Angelica was no longer in bed with me. Carefully turning my head, I saw the bathroom door was open. I could neither see nor hear her. Guess she took off. I felt a pang of regret.
My groin area ached from the work-out it had received last night. Matter of fact, my whole body ached. I felt as if I had just run a marathon. But God, she had been fantastic. Even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined sex could be that good.
I'd had my share of sex partners. And Ellie and I had a great physical relationship. (Even if our emotional one was shit at the moment). But I'd never experienced such extreme physical enjoyment... enjoyment? Shit, more like pure, raw ecstasy. Just the memory of last night caused my penis to throb.
I closed my eyes, and allowed my mind to re-experience the night's events. Once again, my angel's face hovered above me, her grey eyes sucking at my soul. Her firm, hard breasts caressing my chest, her tight womb swallowing my being as I drowned in a sea of sweet, vibrant pleasures. And once again I fell into the blackness.
My consciousness struggled to the surface, chasing away shadowy images of a beautiful fallen angel. My eyes opened slowly, fearful of the brightness, only to find the room bathed in a soft, diffused light. The racket in my head had subsided to a tolerable dull roar.
I was still alone. My body felt limp, without energy. But when I moved, there was less discomfort than earlier. Slowly I slid a leg off the bed and onto the floor. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I sat there, girding myself for the next step-- standing up.
I was surprised at the way I felt. I was numb, listless. Just standing seemed to take more effort than it was worth. But somehow I managed to get myself into the bathroom.
After relieving a bloated bladder (which in itself was near ecstasy), I stepped into the shower. The blast of steaming hot water seemed to help clear the cobwebs from my brain, but did little to rejuvenate my sagging energy levels.
Still feeling sluggish, I toweled off and returned to the other room. Looking around I saw someone had picked up my clothing, and having neatly folded them, placed them on a chair. My bag was where I had left it last night near the door. Grabbing the bag, I tossed it on the bed and opened it. Taking out a change of clothing, I got dressed.
As I dressed, images of last night flashed through my consciousness. My penis, fully erect, throbbed with pleasure. As I pulled my pants on, the confinement of my shaft became pure agony. I briefly played with the idea of jerking off. And just as quickly, discarded it. I wasn't some pimply-face teen aged kid. At last dressed, I headed down to my car. With no destination in mind, I drove away from the motel.
Several cars driving in the other direction flashed their headlights at me. I suddenly realized the sun had set, and I had been driving without being consciously aware of doing so. I quickly turned on my car lights, and tried to take my bearings.
For a reason I could not fathom, I seemed compelled to drive in a certain direction. I did not spend much time trying to analyze the compulsion, but simply went with it. I drove by the old cemetery. Nowadays, it was more of a historical site. There were few people still alive who had relatives or loved ones buried there. (Most of the burials took place at the newer cemetery located on the other end of town.)
I suddenly needed to park the car. Again, I briefly wondered why the sudden urge. But as soon as the question appeared in my mind, it disappeared. Getting out of the car, I walked to the entrance.
The next thing I knew, I was standing outside a large mausoleum. How I got there, I had no idea. As I looked back to where I thought the road was, I heard movement nearby.
Turning toward the sound, I saw her. She was dressed exactly as she had been the night before. A burst of raw, animal passion surged through me. God, I wanted her.
"Ah, my precious Christopher. At last you have come. I was afraid you would resist. I am so weak this night. But soon you will help me with that. And then later, we shall explore and feast together. Come!" she commanded, entering the mausoleum.
I couldn't have refused her even if I thought to. Like a dog who smells a bitch in heat, I followed her eagerly into the building, waiting for the chance to satisfy my lust. The inside was dark. I could just barely see her. I quickly moved to her, grabbed her in my arms and smashed my mouth against hers.
Her hands flew to my chest. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, only to realize they couldn't remove it that way. (I had put on one of those pull-over golf shirts. You know the type with the three or four buttons at the neck?) Her hands tore at my shirt as she pushed me away from her.
I had a fire burning between my legs. I pressed my groin hard against her stomach. My hands left her and tore at my belt buckle. I glanced up at her expecting to see her tearing at her clothes, and froze.
Her face! It was changing. God, I must still be drunk from last night, I thought. Her chin elongated, growing longer and more pointed. Her lips stretched in a sick smile, across her face as her mouth grew in size. And her teeth. Those sweet, white pearls had suddenly become ragged, cruel, with long, protruding canines.
Her eyes changed from the deep grey to a sickly, glowing yellow. She was a monster. And I couldn't move or cry out. My limbs no longer obeyed me. It was like I had suddenly become a prisoner within my own body. I could think. But that was all I could do.
"Ah, my precious. Does my appearance distress you?" she hissed through those hideous teeth. "Have you never seen pictures of vampires before? Let me assure you, I am one of the least hideous. But come, we waste time. I can feel my strength ebbing. I know you're still weak from our last joining, but I promise I will only take a little. Just enough for me to manage until we make other arrangements."
Through no will of my own, my body moved closer to her. I felt a shiver as she caressed my bare chest. She lowered her face to my breast and her tongue lashed across my nipple. Again, I felt the fire burn in my groin.My mind was screaming in terror, yet my body screamed for her touch.
Suddenly, I felt a cold stab of terrifying pain as she sank her teeth into me. And then, as it happened last night, (I wondered why I had not remembered this happening last night until this moment.) my body was consumed by the most exquisite physical ecstasy imaginable.
I have no idea how long we were... What was her word? Joined? Yes, that's it. I had no idea how long we were joined, but slowly, my mind cleared through the consuming fires. She stood before me, a bemused smile on her face. Her face. It was normal, beautiful. The face I had fallen for the night before when I had first seen her in the mirror. She was once again my angel.
I thought I must be going crazy. Had I imagined it all? The discomfort of my erection, confined within my pants, was certainly not imaginary. I looked down at my chest and my heart skipped a beat.
There they were-- two small holes just above the nipple. Each tinged a sick purple, obviously inflamed. I quickly glanced at her, expecting to see that monster. But there only stood Angelica, sweet, angelic, and beautiful.
"Poor Christopher," she said. "You are confused. Don't worry, my darling. Soon you will get used to it. Come, we must go. I have had but a small taste of that which I need, that which I crave. They are not in themselves the same thing. But without either, I can not survive."
I understood nothing of what she said. It didn't matter. I was with my angel. And whatever she wanted, she would have. I followed her back to my car. Without further conversation, we drove away.
Angelica sat at my side, her hand lightly on my thigh. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on driving. I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going. We were somewhere on Highway 103. I tried to casually place a hand on her leg, but she simply placed it back on the steering wheel.
"Wait, precious. Soon you will have more than you could possibly want."
Feeling irritated, I snapped, "Yeah right. Am I simply suppose to drive around in circles all night, waiting for you to get in the mood?"
She chuckled and told me to take the next exit. The exit sign indicated we were in Delston. We must have been driving for about an hour. Once off the highway, she directed me to the older, shabby part of the city. I wondered how she knew her way around so well. Maybe she lived here. It took me a moment to realize we had entered the 'red-light' district.
"Slow down," she urged. "I've decided to allow you to select tonight's entertainment," she said, rolling down her window and indicating the girls lounging along the street.
While I had been to Delston several times, I'd never been in this area. The street seemed to be literally crowded with prostitutes. It was something out of a movie. I slowed the car and watched the women as we drove by.
"They live such hollow lives, don't they?" she said softly. "They are the lost ones. Cynical, frightened, they sell their bodies, even their souls, to support their private Hell. Whether that hell be some abusive, uncaring man, or some soul sucking drug."
"They are so lonely, so desperate, they give everything they have for what little pleasure or sense of security they can find. How alike we are. Well tonight, one of them will know, for a brief moment, the ultimate happiness. And the final solution to their petty problems. Pick one, my precious. Pick one you find irresistible."
I looked at each girl as we slowly continued along the street. The fact that I had a woman in the car with me didn't seem to deter them from hawking their wares. Some were actually pretty, or at least would have been if they weren't so tawdry.
Suddenly, my eyes stopped on one standing back against a building. She was a small girl, blond and tanned. Looked more like a college co-ed than a hooker. Dressed in a halter and tight shorts, she wasn't as overly made up as some of the others. I liked her clean looks.
"Ah, she does look special, my precious," Angelica said. "Shall I call her over?"
Without waiting for my reply, Angelica motioned to the girl. The girl glanced nervously to the left and right before awkwardly walking over to the car. It was obvious she was not comfortable in the high-heels she wore. It was also obvious she was frightened, as she kept glancing back at the dark alley next to the building.
As she neared the car, the frightened look was replaced by what she must have thought was a seductive smile. "Hi," she said, brightly.
"We were thinking of having a party," Angelica told her. "My friend and I were wondering if you'd join us."
"Er... Sure," the young hooker said, her voice unsteady. "We can go around the back. I have a room up on the third floor."
"Actually, we were thinking more along the lines of going some place private, and spending the night. We'll make it worth your while," Angelica offered.
"Well, I don't know... I mean..." She glanced back at the alley. "I'll give you a good party upstairs. It's pretty private. You don't need to go anywhere else."
"Maybe next time," Angelica said, motioning me to start driving.
"No! Wait," the girl cried out. "Maybe I can. I'll have to check first and..."
"You do that, sweetheart," Angelica said. "But don't take too long, the night is wasting."
The girl hurried to the alley. I couldn't see who she was talking to, but the conversation seemed quite animated. After a moment, she returned.
"It'll cost you extra. I mean spending the entire night and all," she said.
"And I'm sure you'll make it all worthwhile. How much extra?" Angelica asked.
The girl mentioned a figure that caused me to let out a low whistle. These girls made a pretty good living if that was what they normally charged. Angelica didn't flinch, and agreed to the price.
"Er... I gotta get the money up front," the girl said. "Not that I don't trust you or anything like that. But..."
Angelica opened her purse (I hadn't even noticed she had one), counted out the money, and handed it to the young hooker.
Once again the girl hurried to the alley. We watched as she handed the money to someone hidden in the shadows and then quickly hurried back to the car.
Angelica opened the car door and stepped out. She indicted the girl should get in first. The girl hesitated, glanced back at the alley, and then got in the car. She slid over to make room for Angelica, and sat staring straight ahead. Once the three of us were the car, I started driving. Not really knowing why, I headed back to the highway.
The girl became agitated. "Where are you taking me?' she demanded.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Angelica said. "We're just going a couple of miles. You know the old motel out on the highway?"
"You mean the Blue Swan? The one near the truck stop?"
"That's the one. You ever been there?"
"Once," the girl replied. As we were squeezed together in the front seat, I felt the shudder as it passed through her.I glanced at the two women and saw Angelica insert her tongue between Amy's parted lips. I slowed the car and turned into the motel's driveway. I watched as Angelica moved back against the door, causing Amy to follow after her. I pulled into an empty parking spot, turned off the ignition, and waited for them.
Gently breaking the kiss, Angelica pushed Amy away. "Now that was much better. I'm really looking forward to seeing what else you can do with that mouth. But for now, we'll just wait here while Chris gets us a room." As I got out of the car, she called, "See if we can get the end unit, my precious."
I quickly rented the room Angelica had requested and returned outside. I had found watching the two girls kiss a tremendous turn-on. I was eager to be alone with the two of them. I saw them standing outside the end unit and hurried over. Unlocking the door, I went in and turned on the lights. They followed me inside.
"Not as nice as our room last night," Angelica said, closing the door. "But it will do." Motioning me to her side, she added, "Come, my precious. Amy is about to reveal her charms for our enjoyment." Amy stood there, a confused look on her face. "Now, my sweet Amy, don't be cruel. We stand here, eager to see what you have to offer."
Suddenly understanding, Amy raised her halter over her head. I sucked in my breath as her breasts, freed of restraints, jiggled provocatively. The palms of my hands itched to touch them.
"Oh, they are lovely, my sweet. So full and firm. We shall both love touching and sucking them. And now the shorts."
Amy undid her belt and pushed the shorts down over her hips. Angelica moved in front of me and pressed back against me. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands engulfing her chest. My eyes were riveted on Amy as she bent to step out of the shorts. As she straightened, I had my first unobstructed view of her golden triangle.
My breath caught in my throat in response to her beauty. A beauty in direct contrast to Angelica's. Where my angel was extremely pale-skinned with midnight black hair, Amy was well-tanned (couldn't see any tan lines) and totally blonde. Amy was about the same height as Angelica, but bigger-built, with larger breasts and fuller hips.
"She is a beauty, isn't she?" Angelica said. "Can you imagine your face buried in those breasts? That sensuous mouth engulfing your hard shaft? The supple thighs wrapped tight around your hips as your cock is buried deep inside her hot pussy?"
If Angelica thought such talk was necessary to get me aroused, she was wrong. Already, my shaft strained against my pants. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to control my breathing. I buried my face in her hair as I continued to stare at Amy.
Angelica twisted in my arms until she faced me. She called the girl over as she started pulling my shirt over my head. I quickly got rid of the shirt and waited. Angelica pressed her mouth against my nipple and kissed it. A shudder ran through me at her touch. Amy stood close by and watched. Her mouth and tongue still playing with my nipple, Angelica reached out for Amy and pulled her closer. Placing one hand behind the girl's head, she gently drew her to my chest.
Amy figured out what Angelica wanted, and her mouth attached itself to my other nipple. I felt my nipples stiffen under the dual attack. I marveled at the different texture of each set of lips and tongue. Angelica's was definitely the more experienced. But I could not fault Amy's. My knees felt weak as I softly moaned. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.
Again, the pleasure I felt seemed to grow in leaps and bounds. I reached for Amy's breasts as she pressed them against my ribs. I wanted one of them in my mouth. Hell, I wanted to cram both of them in my mouth.
But Angelica had other ideas. She stopped her tender torture of my nipple and stepped back. Placing her hands on Amy's shoulders, she gently pushed the girl down on her knees. Angelica then reached out and unbuckled my belt.
"Why don't you see what that bulge is?" she suggested to Amy.
Amy did as suggested. First, lowering the zipper, she then pushed my pants down over my hips. She pressed her mouth against the bulge, only the thin cotton fabric of my briefs separating my rock-hard cock from her warm, sensuous lips. She licked and sucked my shaft through my briefs until the cloth was wet with her saliva.
Angelica undressed as she watched us. If anyone ever asked me, I'd have gladly told them that having your cock played with by one woman while another undressed just inches away was definitely a turn-on. As if sensing my heightened desire, Angelica, now fully naked, laughed and did a slow bump and grind.
Amy, still sucking my covered shaft, tried to push my pants over my shoes. I attempted to help by lifting a leg, but all I accomplished was falling over on top of her. As we struggled to untangle ourselves, Angelica stood there laughing.
I finally managed to get into a sitting position and quickly removed shoes, socks, and pants. I reached for Amy and pulled her to me. As I was about to bury my face in her ample breasts, Angelica suggested we move to the bed. I wasn't about to. The attraction I had felt for this girl earlier had grown into an almost uncontrollable lust. I fully intended to take her there on the floor.
"Not yet, my precious," Angelica said as she pulled the girl from my arms. "First, we take the edge of what you're feeling, then it's my turn to discover her delicious charms."
I watched, dumbfounded, as Angelica led Amy to the bed. I scrambled to my feet and followed. I quickly discarded my briefs by the time I joined them on the bed. Angelica positioned me between them, and then urged Amy to resume her attention to my cock.
A shudder ran through my body as Amy's lips lightly brushed against the tip of my swollen gland. Her tongue flicked out and slowly traveled down the underside of my shaft until it reached my balls. Her hands wrapped around the length of my shaft, and slowly started to pump up and down. Angelica leaned over and took the tip between her lips. Her tongue played at the small opening in the tip, driving me crazy.
I was going crazy. Two mouths tortured my throbbing cock, two tongues lashing against the screaming flesh as four hands stroked, caressed, and squeezed my balls, buttocks, thighs, and cock. I thought I was in heaven.
As if knowing I was near, Angelica moved upward until her face was near mine. Amy continued to suck my cock, having taken it fully into her mouth. Angelica kissed and nibbled my ears and neck as her hands roamed over my chest. I could feel my orgasm building and tried to hold off just a bit longer.
"Come in her mouth," Angelica said softly in my ear. "I want to watch your face as you explode in her hot, wet mouth, filling it with your cum. I want to feel your excitement as she swallows mouthful after mouthful of your hot cum. I want to feel your desire as you watch us kiss afterwards, as you watch me suck the remains of your cum from her mouth."
That was all I could take. I felt the first hot burst of cum explode from my cock as Amy continued to take me fully in her mouth. My pleasure increased with each burning spasm, as she sucked down hard on my throbbing shaft. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed spurt after spurt of my climax.
At last, I was finished, my breathing ragged, my chest heaving. I glanced down at Amy and felt a twinge of pleasure in my groin as I saw her mouth and chin covered in my cum. Small spasms continued to shoot through me as she continued to milk my deflating shaft.
Angelica reached out to the girl and drew her upward until they lay face to face across my chest. I watched as Angelica licked the traces of my cum from Amy's face. Her tongue greedily pushed its way into Amy's mouth. Again, I found it a turn-on to watch them kiss. It was almost as if Angelica had reached deep down into my subconscious and was acting out my secret fantasies, one by one.
I reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. Amy's, larger and softer, overflowed my grasp. Angelica's, firmer but smaller, easily fit in the palm of my hand. I kneaded their flesh as they continued to kiss. My fingers teased their nipples, stroking and pinching until they grew hard and rigid. Even Amy's nipples were bigger, thicker than Angelica's. I just had to have it in my mouth.
I raised my head and took the turgid nipple into my mouth and sucked. My tongue circled it teasingly, before zeroing in and lightly flicking rapidly against it. My efforts were rewarded as Amy pressed against my face. For a moment, I couldn't breathe as her ample breast blocked my nose. Shifting my position, I continued to suck and tongue her delicious tit.
Angelica gently broke their embrace. Lowering her head, she took Amy's other breast into her mouth. She moved closer to me, until mere inches separated our mouths. Her mouth left the other breasts and joined mine. Her tongue traced the corner of my mouth as I continued to suck.
The touch of her tongue sent electrical sparks through me. I eased off a bit on the tit in my mouth until my opened lips barely enclosed the rigid nipple. Angelica's tongue forced its way between my lips and lashed out at the nipple. My tongue joined in the fun.
God, I couldn't believe what we were doing. I was surprised to feel a stirring in my groin. The feel of Angelica's tongue against mine, as it licked Amy's nipple, was driving me crazy. And it was getting to Amy, too. Or so I thought.
"Oh god yes," Amy moaned. "Suck my tittie. Lick it. Oh fuck yes, just like that. God, it makes me so hot, both your mouths sucking my tits like that.I can feel my cunt getting all wet and juicy, I'm so hot. Oh fuck, that feels so good. You make me just wanna cum. Fuck, just your mouths on my tittie like this, sucking and licking my burning nipple, and I'm so hot I could cum for hours.
Angelica stopped what she was doing, sat up and slapped the girl.
"Hey? Why'd you do that for?" Amy cried out. "Shit, that hurt. I ain't into that stuff."
"And I ain't into bullshit," snapped Angelica. "So cut the 'I'm so hot' crap. Don't pretend, don't fake it."
"But that's what I always do. Most of my tricks... er... I mean... lovers, they like it when I talk like that."
"I don't. And we are not like most of your tricks. There is no need to pretend. You will 'cum' as you say, I promise. You will experience more pleasure tonight than you have ever done in your young life."
"Sure. Whatever you say," Amy said, skeptically. "But no more of the rough stuff, okay?"
Angelica smiled, and kissed Amy. "No more rough stuff," she said. "Come, slide across him and lay between us, so we both may sample what you have to offer," she instructed the girl.
I helped Amy settle between us, using it as an excuse to run my hands over her plump ass and firm thighs. They were everything I hoped they might be. I promised myself that before the night was over I would take her doggie style. Once Amy was settled between us, I joined Angelica as we once again sucked and licked those luscious breasts.
Slowly, we both moved downward, tonguing and kissing the warm flesh beneath us. Angelica moved between Amy's legs and lightly ran a hand over the wispy blond bush. As much as I wanted a taste of that sweet pussy, I was excited more by the fact I was actually going to see one woman eat another. Angelica smiled at me as she ran a finger along the plump slit, forcing the outer lips apart.
I rested my head on Amy's stomach and watched Angelica. First she teased the fleshy opening with her fingers. Gently prying apart the outer lips and lightly massaging the pinkness beneath. Then she lowered her face until her lips caressed the opening. Finally her tongue licked the tiny opening, teasing it to widen.
I could feel Amy squirm beneath me. Fascinated, I watched the muscles in her thighs tense each time Angelica's tongue plunged itself deep in her lovebox. I could smell her musky odor, and see her love juices shining on Angelica's mouth and chin. I moved my hand to Amy's vagina. A shudder ran through me as Angelica pushed her tongue through my spread fingers to continue her attack on the hot, wet box.
Angelica continued to lick and suck the warm inviting slit, paying particular to Amy's clit. She pushed two fingers into the slick cunt and began to finger-fuck the girl. With an ear pressed against Amy's stomach, I could hear her heart beating wildly.
"Oh god, yesssssssssssssss," Amy moaned. "I can't believe it, I'm really gonna cum. Just a little more. Ooooh yessssssssss. God it feels so good. OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH SHIT! I'M CUMMING"
I was not to be denied any longer. I moved down until I was level with Angelica. I grabbed one of Amy's legs and pushed it up over my head. My mouth and tongue sucked and licked her tender inner thigh. Slowly I moved across her flesh until I was face to face with Angelica. Amy groaned loudly as our mouths competed for space, our tongues constantly dueling for the privilege of tasting the sweet juices.
Angelica forced her mouth against mine, her tongue pushing its way between my lips. My shaft stiffened as I tasted Amy in Angelica's kiss. Angelica broke our kiss to return to Amy's center. She rubbed her face around in the wet opening until even her cheeks and nose glistened with the wet juices. Lifting her head from between Amy's legs, she returned to me. She kissed and rubbed my face with hers until I was drowning in the musky scent.
Angelica drew us both down to Amy's cunt. This time she moved aside and allowed me access to that wet hole. I pressed my eager mouth to the opening. I inserted a finger in her sopping wet hole as I tortured her engorged clit with my tongue. Amy clutched my hair as she rode the final spasms of her climax.
I continued to suck and lick the hot, throbbing slit beneath me, coaxing every last bit of the orgasm from Amy. As I looked up, Angelica was mere inches from my face. Her eyes wide and unfocused, her breathing ragged, you would have thought it was she who was cumming.
"Ah yes, my precious. Just a little more. The clit, tongue it. Oh, god yes like that. I can feel it. God, I can feel it," she moaned as I did to Amy as she asked.
Amy writhed sporadically beneath me, her moans slowly fading as her climax passed. I moved from her vagina until I was face to face with Angelica. I brushed my cum coated lips across hers, my tongue lightly tracing the fullness of her mouth. Her tongue slipped out and licked Amy's juices from my mouth and chin. I shivered with the contact.
"You are very good, my precious," Angelica said softly. "It is not every man who knows how to use his mouth and tongue as well as you do." I started to deny that I had done anything extraordinary, but she stilled my protest by covering my mouth with hers. Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders, her touch increasing my already burning passion.
Breaking the kiss, she added, "You are much better than you realize. As I am sure our sweet Amy will testify to, won't my sweet?"
"God yes. I've never come before like I did just now. I still can't believe it. I thought you two were only bullshitting when you said I would cum like I never did before. And we ain't even started to fuck yet."
Angelica laughed as she reached out and grasped one of Amy's breasts. "You haven't even started to experience what we have in store for you, my sweet." She slid up along Amy's body until they were face to face. "Kiss me. Lick your cum from my mouth," she told the girl.
Fascinated, I watched as they kissed. Knowing Amy must be tasting herself only increased my excitement. I buried my mouth between her legs once again and smothered her still wet opening. My hands slid beneath her buttocks, kneading the twin globes of flesh. My tongue sought out her clitoris and rapidly flicked across the tender nub. She squeezed her thighs tightly against my head in eager response.
Feeling movement, I raised my eyes to see Angelica straddling Amy's face. I continued licking and sucking the hot slit before me as I watched her settle over Amy's mouth. I could see the girl's tongue tentatively lick Angelica's dark bush. Each time Amy licked the vagina above her, I did the same to her.
"Yes my precious, show her what to do," Angelica said softly, as her hands teased Amy's rigid nipples. I felt my excitement increase as I watched the girl squirm under my angel's experienced hands. My hands continued to knead her ass as my oral attention to her clit intensified. I gently pressed my thumb into Amy's warm throbbing vaginal opening as I teased her small rectal bud with my middle finger.
"Oh yes, do it. Stick it in me," I heard a voice moan. Glancing up, I expected to see Amy doing the same to Angelica. To my surprise, Amy's hands were in plain sight, as they gripped Angelica's spread thighs. "Don't tease, my precious," Angelica pleaded. "I want to feel it. Stick your finger deep in her ass."
Something was out of sync. I watched Angelica closely as I slowly pushed my finger into the tight anal passage. Her breathing became more ragged as a high-pitched sound seemed to issue from deep inside her.
"Yesssssssssssssss! Now your thumb. Fuck her with your thumb."
I rammed my thumb in as deep as I could. I moved both finger and thumb in and out of the twin openings as fast as I could. Amy moaned loudly, her head rolling from side to side within the confines of Angelica's thighs. Her reactions seemed normal.
But Angelica's reactions were not. She had raised herself from Amy's mouth. There was no contact between her and Amy. Yet she was reacting almost the same as Amy. Her hips moved in the same rhythm, her moans rose and fell in the same rhythm. It was almost as if it was she beneath me instead of the girl.
"Just a little more, my precious," she pleaded. "She is almost there. All I need is just a little more. Faster, my precious, fuck us faster."
The realization that Angelica was experiencing what Amy was feeling suddenly struck me. As I continued to plunge my fingers in Amy's nether openings, I watched Angelica, amazed to see her pelvic movements mimic the girl's. I could almost sense both women's pleasure. They seemed to echo within my own pleasure. Confused by what was happening, I stopped my probing of Amy's holes, withdrawing my fingers from the hot, slick openings.
The ensuing vocal protests wailed about me like a screeching wind. I heard Amy's voice pleading for me not to stop. Offering to do anything I wanted if I would only continue. But I wasn't paying attention to her. I was watching Angelica.
"NoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not now! Not when she's so close!" Angelica screamed at me. Her face contorted in anger. Her eyes shimmered, at first darkening, then changing to a sickly yellow.
I felt a knot of fear grow in my belly as I suddenly remembered how her face had transformed into that hideous monster early that evening. Whatever passion I had been feeling up to that moment suddenly vanished. I felt my hardened shaft shrivel, as my heart beat wildly within the confines of my ribs. My mind screamed at me to flee. But my body refused to obey, frozen by the fear that was consuming me.I watched, mesmerized, as Angelica's emotions clearly showed upon her face -- frustration, anger, and hatred. And I felt them, felt them as clearly as if they were my own. Somehow, I was able to experience what Angelica was feeling. As she felt what I had been doing to Amy. As she had felt what I felt when we had made love the night before.
With a clarity that surprised me, I suddenly realized that the monster not only fed upon people's blood, but also on their feelings, both emotional as well as physical. And somehow, I was acting as a conduit, an amplifier, increasing the intensity of those feelings. Not just an amplifier, but a receiver as well. I could feel Angelica's anger. I could feel Amy's physical frustration as well as her mental confusion.
Angelica scrambled over Amy's body, grabbing my head between her hands. "Now, now, my precious. We will have time to figure this all out later. Right now, you have more pressing matters to concern yourself with. I will not be cheated. I have gone without for too long. You will finish what you've started, my precious. I do not need you, willingly, in the link. But it is so much better if you do not resist."
Angelica gently stroked my cheek as she added, "I can make you feel whatever I want. Pain..." My breath caught in my throat as pain exploded across my consciousness. It was as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed my testicles and was crushing them. "Or uncontrollable lust..." As quickly as she said the words, the pain was replaced with an intense physical hunger. I reached for her, wanting to fuck her until we both passed out from the exertion.
"Yes, precious. We both want that, don't we? As does this sweet thing beneath us. Can't you feel her need? And feeling it, doesn't it inflame your need even more? Just think how much more her orgasm will add to your own pleasure. Just think how much my satisfaction will add to both."
Suddenly, I didn't feel anything. That wasn't quite true. I still felt fear, confusion. I was feeling my own feelings. But I no longer felt what she had been making me feel. My mind cast about, searching for something else. I sensed Amy's frustration. I narrowed my concentration, and the girl's feelings became more intense. Her feelings were all inward, as if she was oblivious to what was going on between me and Angelica.
"She feels what I allow her to," Angelica explained. "She is easier to control than you, not having your abilities."
I cast a questioning look toward Angelica.
"You don't even realize the talent you have," she chuckled. "You are an Empath. You can feel what others feel. That is a rare talent among the Living. But even more unique is your ability to make others feel what you want them to feel."
I wanted to deny what she was saying. But the protest died on my lips as my mind dredged up past memories. I always did seem to have a knack for knowing what people were really thinking. Over the years, more than one person had jokingly accused me of reading their minds. And most of my lovers had always praised me for seeming to know just what it was they liked the best.
But being able to make others feel what I wanted them to feel? Okay, so maybe I was more perceptive than most people. It didn't mean I was some sort of freak with special mental talent. I didn't really feel other people's emotions. And I certainly didn't make others feel the way I wanted them to feel. Angelica was wrong. This was just kind of a trick to confuse me. It was something she was doing. Something she needed for her own ends.
"You can deny your talent all you want," Angelica said. "But it exists. Did you not feel her need? Did you not sense my anger?"
"I didn't need any special ability to see your anger or her frustration," I replied. "And it was you who made me feel the rest, just like you made me feel the pain."
"You dare doubt me?" she snapped. Again, I felt her anger wash across my consciousness. Only to have it replaced by a calmness. "I will show you. Let your mind open to mine. Follow what I am doing," she said.
I felt a presence on the outer fringes of my consciousness. It had no form. It was like a soft, gentle breeze that blew across your skin on a hot summer night. It was difficult to focus on it. I tried to narrow in on it, only to have it fade.
"No. Don't think about it," Angelica said softly. "Just feel. Let your conscious mind free itself from its physical anchors. Don't look outward. Allow your feelings to open up. Just flow with it."
I tried to clear my mind of all thoughts. I closed my eyes and looked inward with my mind. I listened to my breathing, the beating of my heart. I could sense the chilling tentacles of my fear radiating outward from my center. Mentally, I pushed them back, lessening their effect. As the mass which was my fear diminished, I felt stronger, more in control. With one mental thrust, I extinguished the fear completely.
Deeper I went within myself until I tasted the remnants of my earlier physical lust. My mind grasped at the fragments and began molding them into a single form. I felt my body respond with increased desire. I cradled the form within my mind, stroking and caressing it. A burst of pure pleasure spread throughout my groin.
"Not now," a voice echoed from without. My pleasure flared briefly and then went out like a doused fire. "Follow me. Watch what I do," Angelica instructed.
Reluctantly, I turned my consciousness outward, searching again for the form I had felt earlier. This time, it was clear within my mind. Like a small flickering flame, all orange and red, it danced just out of my reach. I moved after it and was pleased as it grew closer. But as it was just in reach, it moved away from me.
I tried to move more quickly toward it. I sensed it was Angelica. Or at least a part of her. It gave off a sick, cold essence that chilled me. Again, I felt the knot of fear. I quickly pushed the fear aside and continued after her.
I sensed a second form nearby. It glowed weakly, pulsing with a pale bluish hue. Diverting my attention from Angelica, my mind sought this second entity. A feeling of frustration filled me. I fought it, realizing it was coming from Amy. As I examined her essence, I saw she was locked within some sort of a loop which prevented her from feeling anything else. How I understood this, I didn't know.
Fallen Angel (13 of 17)
Angelica's presence joined us. "Now watch," the distant voice counseled. I felt a mental probe emanate from the form that was Angelica and drift toward Amy's. In my mind's eye, the probe resembled a slender silvery thread. It wrapped itself around Amy. I watched as a series of luminescent flashes of red streaked down the thread to wash over the captured form. The color slowly changed from pale blue to pink.
I sensed Amy's frustration recede as it was replaced with the first hint of sexual arousal. Another series of red lights flew along the thread, and Amy's emotions responded with heightened pleasure. I felt my own pleasure respond in sympathy. As if from a great distance, I heard a low moan. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from Amy.
"All you need do is reach out and transmit the feeling you want," said the hollow voice. "You can change it as quickly as your mind can conceive of another feeling. Like this..."
I watched as deep violet lights zipped along to engulf Amy's essence. As quickly, the feelings of physical pleasure were turned into ones of pain. And as quickly, Amy's moans had turned into cries of pain.
Somehow, I had to stop Angelica. Without conscious thought, I mentally thrust forward, trying to counter Angelica's tampering and ease the girl's pain.
Two silver threads shot out from my center. One attaching itself to Angelica, and the other reached toward Amy. A series of black flashes flew outward, encompassing Angelica. The force of the attack caused her to relinquish her hold on the girl. While I fought to hold her in check, I reached out to Amy, replacing the pain with a feeling of pleasant contentment.
Suddenly, I was slammed hard, not mentally, but physically. I flew off the bed and landed on the floor several feet away. I looked up to see Angelica standing over me, her anger slamming against my mind.
"You dare attack me? You? If I did not have greater plans for you, I would kill you right here."
Fear engulfed me, my heart beating so fast, I was sure it would burst. I tried to reach down and control the fear as I had done before. But I found the way blocked.
"You surprised me by how quickly you learn. And by how strong you are for one of the Living. But you have not yet reached your full strength. And even when you do, I doubt you will be a match for me. For now, I find your weak attempts amusing." Suddenly, I doubled over as a horrible pain ripped through my body. "But never forget who is the stronger," I heard Angelica chuckle through my pain-fogged consciousness.
I lay crippled with pain, whimpering in fear, unable to do anything. My mind somehow realized these feelings were not natural, but rather imposed on it by Angelica. Again and again, I tried to control my feelings as I had done earlier. But each attempt failed. In desperation, I launched another mental attack at her.
Angelica swayed on her feet momentarily before she was able to nullify my attack. "Ah, my precious, you are a strong one. But come, we need not fight." Suddenly, both fear and pain left me. In their place was a deep feeling of contentment. "We are destined to be allies, you and I."
Angelica reached down and grasped me under the arms. With no more effort than picking up a bag of dried leaves, she raised me to my feet and carried me back to the bed.Setting me down between Amy's legs, she once again straddled the girl.
"Now where were we? Ah, yes, this sweet thing was just about to have an orgasm, wasn't she?" I sensed an immediate change in Amy. Almost instantaneously, she went from a passive state to one of full sexual arousal. "Aaaaaahhhh, yes," Angelica moaned. "Now, you were about to bring her to release, weren't you?"
I lay there, doing nothing. Suddenly the invisible hand was once again grasping my testicles. I yelped in pain. "I can do this without your conscious aid. It won't be as satisfying for me. But I promise it will be very painful for you."
Trying to fight the pain, I still did nothing. "And painful for her," Angelica threatened as Amy suddenly started howling in pain. I reached out mentally to change the girl's pain to something else, but Angelica was prepared for me this time. She easily blocked my amateurish attempt while increasing the level of pain we were experiencing. Defeated, I gasped, "Okay... Stop... I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt the girl any more."
The pain disappeared. I lay there, gasping for breath as if I had just run the mile. I probed the girl beneath me, only to find that Angelica had her held firmly in her control. At least Amy wasn't aware of how she was being manipulated and used.
"Now let's start again," Angelica purred. "Poor Amy here, does so want to cum, don't you, my sweet?"
"Oh god, yes. Please stick them back in," Amy pleaded, raising her hips to me.
I was momentarily surprised to hear Amy. Once again she was conscious, fully aroused, just as she was before my little interlude with Angelica. Reluctantly, I reinserted my thumb in her still wet vagina, and began to finger-fuck her.
"And your finger. Stick it in her ass," Angelica commanded. Again I complied. Soon Amy was moaning uncontrollably in response. I reached out mentally to see if her reactions were her own or induced by Angelica. I found no evidence of tampering this time.
I watched as Angelica again mimicked Amy's movements. Despite the situation, I found myself aroused. There was something extremely stimulating in knowing you were turning on two women at the same time. I lowered my face between Amy's legs. My mouth and tongue sought out her enlarged clit. As my tongue flicked across the tender nub, simultaneous groans issued from the two women.
"That's it, my preciousssssssssssssss," Angelica groaned. "I can feel it. She is starting to cum. More attention to her clit."
My thumb and finger moved in and out of Amy's twin holes more rapidly. I gently grasped her clit between my teeth, as my tongue continued to flick against the throbbing morsel of flesh. I sent my mind deep into her center until I located the bright blazing feelings of pleasure she was experiencing. I drew them to me and re-channelled them to Angelica.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Angelica sobbed. "Yes, my precious. Yes. that's the way. God, it has been too long. Fuck the whore. Fuck me."
My own pleasure soared as I continued to channel Amy's physical pleasure to Angelica. I reached out to Angelica and augmented the stolen pleasure with a mental boost. Her hands tore at her vagina as her hips thrashed about wildly. Her moans grew in volume until they filled the room.
Amy finally crested, her orgasm bursting across her senses. Wave after wave of pure physical ecstasy washed across my awareness as I continued to channel Amy's feelings to Angelica. Both women screamed as they finally achieved release. Caught up in the pleasure of their mutual climax, I continued to furiously finger fuck and suck Amy's cunt.
I couldn't believe how intense Amy's climax was. Until I realized that I had been augmenting it, too. Slowly, I withdrew my mental augmentation, allowing the girl to ride out the rest of her climax naturally. Turning my full attention to Angelica, I gave one final mental push, sending her over the edge in one blinding burst of savage pleasure.
Angelica let out one final howl of ecstasy and collapsed across the girl. Amy moaned softly, herself just bordering unconsciousness. With Angelica's final orgasm, the link between us was severed. I lay there, breathing heavily, feeling again as if I had sprinted a mile. The room was silent except for our heavy, exhausted breathing.
Angelica was the first to stir. "That was fantastic, my precious. You should only know how long it has been since I experienced anything like that. I knew there was something special about you that first night. Which is why I didn't kill you."
She moved closer to me and pressed her mouth hard against mine. Reflexively, I responded. Her tongue slipped past my lips to caress the inside of my mouth. Her hands stroked my face and hair, as she broke the kiss.
"Poor you, my precious. All this work and still you have not found release. But we will rectify that soon, I promise. Move back a bit and I will get this whore ready for you. Ready for the best fuck in her sweet, short life."
Still dazed, I did as instructed. Angelica laid on top of Amy, her head resting on the blond triangle of pubic hair. She ran a hand along the sopping wet slit, and was rewarded by Amy spreading her legs wider. She gently pulled the outer vaginal lips apart revealing the now deep pink center. Her head bent further downward as she pressed her mouth against the wet flesh.
Amy obviously enjoyed what Angelica was doing as she again began to make soft cooing sounds. But I couldn't see anything with Angelica's head in the way. I shifted my position on the bed in hopes of improving my view. But it didn't help.
Sensing my dissatisfaction, Angelica raised her face from Amy's center. A teasing smile played on her face, slick with the girl's secretions. "Poor precious. You can't see anything, can you? And you do get so turned on watching two women go at it, don't you? All these years, you've felt threatened by your girlfriend and her female lovers. When what you really wanted deep down was to watch, and maybe participate as they made love. Well tonight, you can do both. Tonight and every night from now on."
Angelica grasped Amy's hips and rolled over sideways. Amy was forced to follow until their positions were reversed-- Amy on top with Angelica underneath. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin as I stared at Amy's firm buttocks and thighs. Angelica prodded the girl to move her hips, thus centering the sweet vagina above her face.
"There, my precious. Can you see better now? Can you see my tongue lick this sweet flesh, like this? Can you see her hot center as I stick my tongue in it, like this? Listen to her. Hear how she whimpers with delight? Does it turn you on? Does it make you hot to watch me eat her cunt?"
It did. My shaft was fully erect. God, I could never remember being as hard, or as hot as I was now, watching Angelica lick and suck Amy's wet box. This wasn't the mentally induced passion of earlier. This was pure, animal lust. A primeval urge, free of civilized notions of love and gentleness. I wanted to fuck, had to fuck.
All thoughts but one fled my conscious mind as I moved between Amy's spread legs. My hands roughly grasped her hips and pulled her backward until my shaft pressed hard against her opening. With one thrust, I embedded myself deep inside her. The tightness of her vaginal walls sheathed my rampant rod like a tight pair of gloves.
Amy cried out at the brutality of my action. But I didn't care. Again and again I withdrew and slammed back in her tight, hot hole. Searing streams of burning liquid pleasure ran along my shaft to burst deep within my scrotum each time I forced my way inside her. My scrotum constricted and I felt the first burning surge of climax build up inside me.
A voice intruded into my lust-filled world. "NO! Not yet, my precious. Control it. Allow us to catch up first. There is much more pleasure in getting there. And when we are all ready, it will be even stronger, I promise. Control it. Don't let it end so quickly."
I tried to ignore the voice. I was so close. But my concentration had been broken and my movements faltered. The break in the rhythm caused the impending climax to recede. And with it, the primeval single-mindedness.
I felt a twinge of guilt over my actions. I always prided myself on being a gentle lover, not a brutish, selfish one. My partner's satisfaction was always my primary concern in any love-making session. But here I had forgotten Amy and her needs. I had never acted like this before.
I checked to see if Angelica had been tampering again with my feelings. But I could find no evidence that she had. Why had I responded the way I did? Was this a side of my personality that I had somehow managed to suppress over the years? Or was it that I was somehow being influenced By Angelica? I didn't know the answers. And wasn't all that sure I wanted to know them, either.
"Jesus," exclaimed Amy. "I thought you were trying to split me in two. Hey, I like a good fuck as much as the next girl. But I already told you I'm not into the rough shit. I think I've given both of you your money's worth. Maybe I should just split, and leave you two to your fun and games."
During my bout of self-analysis, my erection had deflated and slipped from Amy's vagina. I was tired. And I wasn't all that interested any more. Maybe now would be a good time to take the girl back to her street corner.
"Not just yet my sweet," Angelica said. "We couldn't possibly let you go. Not while you're still unsatisfied."
"No, I'm fine," Amy answered quickly. "Really I am. I can't remember ever cumming as much as.... Oooooooohhhhhhhhh" she suddenly moaned.I could sense Angelica as she manipulated Amy's sudden arousal.
"Don't!" I protested. "Let the girl alone. Don't you think we've done enough to her already?"
"But she doesn't really want to leave us just yet. And more importantly, I don't want her to leave. You have yet to fuck us, my precious. And sweet Amy here does so want you to fuck her. Don't you, Amy?"
"God yes. I never felt this horny before. Fuck me. God, fuck me! Stick it in me again. Please?"
"And if I refused?" I challenged Angelica.
"You are headstrong, aren't you? Do you think I'd really give you the choice? Do I need to remind you of the pain? Or of the lust I can make you feel, with but the simplest thought?"
I couldn't win. She would have me do what she wanted whether I agreed or not. I saw no other choice but to do what she wanted. And hopefully, get it over with quickly. Reluctantly, I grasped my limp penis and tried to massage some life back into it.
Fallen Angel (15 of 17)
"My poor precious. So much to have to deal with in one evening. Here, let me help you," Angelica offered as she lifted her head up between Amy's legs and took my shaft between her lips. Her tongue traced the crown of my glans as her mouth gently sucked.
At first, I was sure there was no response left in me. But I had forgotten Angelica's ability. As my shaft hardened within her mouth, I sought evidence that she was manipulating me as she had Amy. But there was none. I was responding simply to her expert oral ministrations.
Once I was fully erect, Angelica released my shaft from her mouth. Grasping it firmly in her hand, she guided me to Amy's slit. Amy urgently pressed back against me, forcing my shaft inside. Now it was she who slammed against me in her need.
"Stop it," I snapped at Angelica. "If I have to act as your stud, at least let it be natural, without all this mind crap."
"Afraid your pride will be hurt?" Angelica teased? "Are you sure you can do it without my help?"
"Yes, damn it. Now let her act normally. Or I'll do everything I can to make sure you feel as little of it as possible."
"As if we believed we could," Angelica replied, her hand reaching up and squeezing my testicles.
I squirmed in pain. But I wasn't going to give in on this. "You may be stronger than me. But are you that much stronger that you can counter my attacks, manipulate both of us, and still channel into yourself those feelings you want so much?" To prove my point, I drew out my pain and redirected it to Angelica. Angelica's eyes widened, and she let out a small yelp. I quickly shut down the link between us. "Let the girl alone. And I promise you will feel everything you want, everything you need."
"I don't understand you," Angelica said softly, releasing her hold on my testicles. "You go to all this trouble for this little whore? She is nothing. Just a lost soul with no place to go."
"I mean it, Angelica. Either allow this to happen naturally, or I will fight you with every ounce of this hideous talent you have shown me tonight."
"Do as you will," Angelica said in disgust. "Either way, I will have what I need tonight. And you still have much to learn," she laughed softly.
I didn't understand her laughter. But I did feel her withdraw her influence from Amy. Damn, I swore as I realized she had removed all sexual arousal from the girl. I could feel panic and anxiety flare in the girl now that she was no longer under Angelica's control. I sent forth a mental touch to counter these feelings. First, I did what I could to quiet the girl's fears. Then I redirected the anxiety until it was more a physical yearning. Lightly, I gave her level of arousal a gentle push.
"Very well done, my precious. You do learn quickly. Just imagine what you could do once you've had more practice."
I chose to ignore Angelica. I started slowly to move in and out of Amy's slit, carefully monitoring her feelings. Once I was sure her fears had vanished, and her physical arousal matched that of my doing, I withdrew my control from hers. Her feelings finally her own, her reactions to my lovemaking appeared normal.
Again I found her tightness extremely exciting. I didn't know how long she had been working the streets, but I suspected it couldn't have been long. Briefly, I wondered what had led her to this life. I felt a twinge of guilt flare inside me. Instead of trying to help her, here I was fucking the girl.
My thoughts were shattered as Angelica flicked her tongue against my shaft as it continued to slide in and out of Amy. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as Angelica's mouth slid along my rampant shaft to where it entered Amy's vagina. Amy moaned loudly as Angelica's tongue lashed out against her clitoris.
I grasped Amy's hips and increased my tempo. As I looked down, the sight of the girl's firm buttocks slamming against my pelvis only increased my lust. I could see Angelica's face beneath as she continued to tease both of us with her mouth and tongue. Dismayed, I felt the beginnings of my eruption.
"Not yet, precious. Control it. You said you could do this without my assistance. If you don't feel up to it, I can take over," Angelica taunted.
I reached down inside myself and gave my level of arousal a small tweak. Damn, too much, I swore as I felt my lust drastically diminish. I narrowed my control and gave another tweak. There! Satisfied that I wasn't about to lose control, I returned my attention to the two women.
Amy was near. Her hips slamming against me as she strove for release. Angelica continued her oral attention to both my shaft and Amy's clit. She was being true to our agreement, allowing what happened to occur naturally, without her mental interference.
Time to do my part. I reached down and drew Amy's pleasure to me. I felt a surge of lust in my loins. Quickly, I made the necessary adjustments and redirected the raw feelings toward Angelica. I found the added concentration necessary for this worked to my advantage as it kept my own arousal in check.
My shaft continued to piston in and out of Amy. Angelica's mouth concentrated on Amy's clit. The poor girl was going crazy. "God, I feel it," she groaned as she pressed back against me. "Christ, I'm gonna cum again."
I felt her climax as it began to crest. Again, I channeled the raw physical passions to Angelica as promised. I could hear her moaning uncontrollably now. "Just a bit more, my precious. God, please let it happen. I can feel it. I can really feel it. AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahHHHHHH!"
The dam burst. Both women cried out in ecstasy as Amy's climax flooded the senses of all three of us. I had all I could do to keep my own climax from happening. I had decided Amy deserved one more.
Amy was sobbing as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm. "I never knew it could be like this... God... I'm still cumming.... Ooooooohhhh, it's like... like my insides are going crazy. Can you feel it? My cunt's going crazy. God, it feels good."
I continued to slam into her. Her vaginal walls spasmed fiercely as her climax continued. And as I mentally probed deep inside her, I could feel the start of a second climax. I decided the girl deserved something extra special after all the shit we had put her through. So I gave her pending climax a boost. If nothing else, she would never forget the lovemaking tonight.
Angelica felt what I did. "Yes, precious. Make the next one real special. This will be the final one for all of us."
Each time my rampant shaft delved deep in Amy's slit, I could feel Angelica's mouth as it sucked and licked the girl's clit. I could no longer concentrate on channeling to Angelica and controlling my own orgasm. I had never lasted this long before. But now I was going to enjoy myself. I grasped Amy's buttocks and lifted her so I could penetrate her more deeply.
The room filled with our moans as we all raced toward the finish line. Sweat dripped from my face. My lungs strained to fill with air. I could feel my climax building deep within my scrotum. I checked on Amy and saw she was just about ready to explode.
Fallen Angel (16 of 17)
A few more strokes were all I could manage before my climax erupted. I reached down inside of Amy and shoved her over the edge. As she came again, I lost all control. I swore my insides were erupting as spurt after spurt of hot cum exploded from my shaft. Amy went bananas as her orgasm tore through her body. My hips moved with increasing speed as I tried to keep up with her. Briefly, I wondered how Angelica was doing beneath us. She certainly had to be taking a beating with Amy's wild gyrations.
Suddenly Amy's movement stilled. I was too lost in my own pleasure to notice. Then I felt an icy cold stab of pain. I grabbed my chest where Angelica had left her mark twice before. And as had happened each time before, the pain was quickly replaced with that same warm pleasant feeling. It took a few seconds before I realized I wasn't experiencing these sensations myself. I was, in fact, feeling what Amy was going through.
I quickly extracted myself from Amy's vagina. Looking down, I saw Angelica had again transformed into the monster that was her true self. She had bitten deep into Amy's thigh, tapping an artery. I knelt there dumbstruck as I watched my fallen angel suck the life's blood from the girl. And again, my entire body was consumed by the most exquisite raw physical pleasure I had ever known. Every nerve ending in my body screamed in ecstasy as the world collapsed inward, driving me into utter blackness.
The sun had set about an hour ago. I stood outside my old apartment building, gazing up at what used to be my bedroom window. I wondered how Ellie was doing.Whether she had found someone else, someone who wasn't as selfish or as prideful as I had been. I wanted so much to see her one last time. To hold her, to make love to her. To tell her how much I loved her. But that was not to be. Ever!
Had it only been two weeks ago we had that silly argument? Only two weeks since I was first introduced to Hell by my fallen Angel? My beautiful, sensuous Angelica, the vampire. My own personal Lilith, tempting me to further and deeper degradation.
I remember that first night with the young prostitute. What was her name? Alice? Annie? What did it matter. She was dead. Just like all the others. Dead and used. Used to appease Angelica's sexual lust. And then for Angelica's blood lust.
I still didn't fully understand why I was alive. Or why Angelica hadn't killed me that first night like she has all the others. Somehow I was cursed with a talent. And Angelica discovered that talent and bent it to her needs.
Angelica could control people to a certain extent. A kind of hypnosis that she could exert over someone very near. She could make you feel what she wanted. She had greater control over you once she had bit you, drank deeply of your blood. She fed on human blood. Without it, she could not survive. But she also fed on the feelings-- the pain, the pleasure, the happiness and the horror. She could feel none of these things firsthand.
Until she discovered my little talent. I could make her feel all these and more. She craved these feelings as much as she craved the blood. And she used my talent and me each night to satisfy her cravings for both. She only took a little of my blood each night. I suspect to maintain her control over me. The true blood lust she satisfied with whatever poor soul we picked up for the night.
But the craving for feelings, physical as well as emotional, she used me as much as the victim. The first few nights were almost purely sexual in nature. But she wasn't satisfied with just that. She wanted to feel the whole spectrum of human feelings once again. Pain, fear, terror, revulsion, sadness, happiness and even hatred. A shudder ran down my spine as I remembered the things we had done.
I wanted to blame my participation in these horrors on Angelica and her control. But I wasn't sure it had all been her doing. Somewhere deep inside me was this dark, vile creature who ventured forth under Angelica's guidance. I was becoming more like her every day.
I no longer lived in sunlight, preferring the serenity of night. Angelica still insisted I choose the evening's playmate. I find myself eagerly looking forward to a night of debauchery with each new victim. I had even caught myself, once, wanting to sample the rich, sweet, warm blood that dripped down Angelica's chin after she had finished with one of her victims.
I remember asking Angelica about how vampires are made. Wasn't she afraid that her victims would come back as new vampires? She simply laughed, saying the dead ones were no threat. Rather it was those the vampire had bitten and still allowed to live.
So I stand out here, bidding goodbye to the woman I love. For now I must go, never to return. I have a long journey ahead of me as my fallen angel and I travel the depths of Hell. | null | Part 1 | Collections/stm/stories_with_parts_i_hate/TFYank_-_Fallen_Angel.txt |
1,593 | J. Boswell | Sharing a Bed for the Night | "Are you sure you can't go, Honey?"
"I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients scheduled for today. I should have left the day open."
"No, it's not your fault, Ron. Denny's birthday isn't until Thursday. I didn't know until last night that he has something planned for next weekend. He was so cute on the phone. He was acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents early, and when he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the heart to say no."
"Well, I'm going to miss you. Give Denny my love and tell him not to drink all that beer at one sitting!"
"I'll miss you, too. Have a fire going when I get home tonight. I'll need it after six hours on the road today."
"And a glass of wine or two?" Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow with the question.
"At least two glasses!" I finished pulling on my gloves and circled around the kitchen table to whisper in Ron's ear, "and you know how I get after two glasses of wine!"
His hand crept up my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. His fingers pressed against my warm mons -- they felt strong and exciting through my panties and pantyhose.
I pulled myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my! What you do to me! You better not be too tired tonight! I've been super-horny for over a week and you haven't been able to stay awake! It's been a long time!"
Ron affectionately smacked my buns, "Tax season, Rocky. You know what that's like! Don't worry, Baby, I'll be plenty awake tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season."
With a final wave, I made my way outside into the crisp, cold air. I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded down with goodies for Denny, and headed down the road. The car warmed up quickly so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed my jacket and gloves, making for an even more comfortable drive.
There's something so relaxing about speeding along an Interstate. I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic light. It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander."Well, if you're headed anywhere east of here, you won't have a choice -- they're supposed to be getting snow up ahead pretty soon."
Just what I needed! I hadn't checked the weather for Philadelphia before I left, and Denny didn't warn me about an impending snowstorm, but he would only hear about the weather if they broadcast it on ESPN.
"Well, thanks for the warning, officer... and the warning... about the snow."
With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a smile right at me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window. "Sure. Just drive careful, now."
Back on the road with just a warning. YES!
I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour outside of Philly; but, when I did hit it, it was one hell of a storm. I was too close to Denny's and too far from home to turn back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the campus. The "Z" was slipping and sliding, and I did two thrilling "one-eighties" on the very slick streets.
I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus parking lot near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off. Here at last, and safe. The last hour had been a real bitch!
I stepped out of the car and into at least four inches of icy, wet, cold snow. Counting my shoes as ruined, I grabbed my purse, gloves and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to the front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory. I grabbed the house phone on the wall and dialed Denny's number.
"Yeah?"
"Is Denny there?"
"Yeah, hold on." Whoever answered, dropped the phone on something hard, and it clattered in my ear. Then I heard in the background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the phone for you."
"Who is it, asshole?" It was Denny's voice.
"How the fuck should I know? You're the big pussy-hound."
"Fuck off!" Then into the phone, "Hello?"
"Denny!"
"Mom!? Uh... Where are you?"
"I'm downstairs. I need you to get me past the security desk."
"Oh, sure. I called Ron to tell him about the weather and to tell you guys to stay home."
"Denny, can we talk about this up in your apartment? I'm wet and freezing my buns off out here."
"Oh! Sure, mom. Sorry. I'll be right down."
"Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with stuff."
I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to come down on the elevator and sign me in. The college made sure their residences were secure, and since the campus wasn't in the best neighborhood, I didn't mind the inconvenience if it helped keep the students (including my baby) safer.
The dorm I was standing in was one of four high-rise apartment buildings. Denny had lived on campus all four years; but, this year, his accommodations were in the most coveted dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen. Denny's apartment had a large living room-dining room combination, a kitchen, three bedrooms and two baths. He had three roommates -- Brian was another senior, and Steve and Tom bunked together and were juniors. They were all in the same fraternity together and seemed to get along well.
The elevator opened, and Denny and two boys I didn't recognize got off. He signed me in at the desk, and when I passed through the gate, I was finally able to hug my little boy. "Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Great, Mom. I can't believe you got here through this stuff -- especially in the `Z'."
"Well, it wasn't easy. Honey, can I go up to your apartment and get a pair of dry socks on? My feet are freezing! Here are the keys. The car is about 20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3 rows back. Make sure it's locked."
"No problem, Mom. We're right behind you."
And they were. By the time I caught the next elevator and got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the apartment door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off the elevator and down the hall.
It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked like Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already. There was a basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down so as not to interfere with the stereo, blasting music I didn't recognize. But the real entertainment was the snow. With the curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor was spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely see the ground.
I followed Denny into his bedroom, and he handed me two mismatched white socks -- after smelling them! As we talked, I reached up under my skirt and wiggled my wet pantyhose off my hips and peeled them down my legs. The dry socks felt warm and wonderful.
Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of Sam Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the refrigerator. From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was safe, then I asked if anyone was hungry. When I got all affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a Tupperware container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven.
"I brought it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs and homemade bread. Ready in about a half-hour," I announced.
The smells of home cooking must have permeated the halls, because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a second pot of sauce and more pasta. As the crowd got bigger and bigger, I was trapped in the kitchen, serving plates of food and slicing the bread. Denny's friend, Brian, fought his way through the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and began to help me with the starving herd.
The stereo was blasting, and people were talking, and it was fun to be a part of it. Brian stayed to help me with the dishes, and we talked about music and school, and the snow. My third glass of wine was history, and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted my fourth. I was giddy, and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian inadvertently brushed against my hip or breast as we worked together.
I pushed my way through the crowd, holding Denny's birthday cake with the lit candles on it. I could feel Brian's hands holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low coffee table in front of the birthday-boy. Brian and I made our way back into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine as the cake disappeared in the living room.
The afternoon passed into evening, and we sat and talked and played drinking games and looked out the window at the snowstorm. Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance, and as he pressed me close, I could feel his hardness between us. We ran out of wine, but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. When I finally noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost everyone had moved on to another party somewhere, and the apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square on New Year's morning must look like.
Still sober enough to realize that I hadn't expected to spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt.
"Sure, Mom. Second drawer down. Take your pick."
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger, then went into Denny's room. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse and hung them on hangers. I debated leaving my bra on, but decided on comfort over modesty -- it always feels so damn good to take it off.
I picked out what looked like Denny's cleanest sweatshirt, and dropped it over my hands and head. I stood there in Denny's old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how short it was on me -- it barely came down to my crotch, and I could see a tiny sliver of my white panties between my thighs in his mirror. I was just shrugging and figuring I was only going to sleep in it anyway, when there was a light knock and the door opened. It was Brian.
"Hi, Rocky. I was just wondering if there was anything you needed that I could provide for you."
I couldn't remember exactly when we had moved from "Mrs. Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it slide. I stood very still. I figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved at all, he'd see even more of me exposed.
He was leaning against the door jamb, smiling. He was bare-chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama bottoms. His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and his stomach was rippled and hard-looking. Quite a package.
"Where's Denny?"
"He passed out on the sofa. Dead to the world. It's just the two of us left. Well?"
"`Well' what, Brian?"
"Is there something you need?"
There was no doubt in my mind that he was hitting on me. I guess all those brushes against my buns and breasts and the slow dancing weren't inadvertent, after all. I was old enough to be his mother and I was his best friend's mom! He was supremely confident in his masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I would ever be able to look him or Denny in the eyes the next morning if I accepted his blatant offer.
"No, thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need."
"How about want? Is there anything you want, Rocky?"
"No, Brian. There's nothing I want. Now, goodnight, Dear, and thanks for the offer."
He smiled and shrugged, "Okay. Goodnight, Rocky. See you in the morning."
Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. The long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of knocking me out as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy and restless and wide awake. Maybe trying to sleep in Denny's lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with it. Maybe being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something to do with it, too.
A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment door open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom. It was just what I needed in my already-aroused state! Through the thin wall, next to my bed, I heard a couple getting it on, loudly.They were humping away, and she was a real moaner. It seemed to go on and on, and I felt myself sweating as I listened. My panties grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall, secretly listening to their climax. Then they were through, and I was left alone and hanging!
I must have drifted off into a light sleep after that, because I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and, next, the bedroom door opening. Assuming it was Brian making another attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet, facing the wall away from the door. The door closed, and I listened to someone undress and then collapse onto the mattress.
It was Denny, and he was immediately asleep. In his drunken state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively returned to his bed after going to the bathroom. I rearranged the covers over the both of us. There was nowhere else in the apartment for me to sleep (except maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way I was going to wake Denny to get him to move, so I told myself I would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled over, and tried to get back to sleep.
Before I could drift off, Denny moved closer to me in the narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed against my back. Then he rolled over on his back. There was enough light in the room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. Tempted beyond behaving, I rolled over and, giggling to myself, lifted the covers.
My God! Denny's boxers were tented up and straining against what had to be the largest penis I had ever seen. My son! Feeling like a naughty girl, I folded back the covers. His erection was standing straight up, and the material in his shorts had to be near its tolerance for ripping. At first hesitating, and then giving in totally to the urge, I reached to the slit opening in his shorts. I just had to see!
Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even taller. Not only was his penis long, it was almost as thick as my wrist. The head was deep pink, shiny, and huge. I had never seen another cock like that in my life. I snickered, thinking back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath, never dreaming he would grow something like this.
The cooler air must have gotten to Denny, because he pulled on the covers and began to roll over. I scrambled back into the blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious penis on my son.
Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons -- his front to my back. His erection was still there, and no longer hidden in his shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed against me.
Telling myself I was readjusting my position to get more comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled, and when I stopped, my son's huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs.
I was getting very wet. I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from the state trooper fantasy to Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the next bedroom -- Goddammit! I was horny!
I was playing a game with myself. I was as curious as I was horny. As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down my legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine.
When I moved back into position, I let the cock press between my thighs, again. Another slight movement, and it was at my wet slit! I could feel its heat and hardness in my wetness, touching, but not yet penetrating me. I was gasping for breath with excitement.
I lifted my right leg, opening myself. I pressed my hips back, and the cockhead began to enter me. I was so near cumming! A little more, and I can feel the huge knob slip all the way into me.
Denny was still asleep, but his reflexes took over for him. His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts. His hips thrust at me forcefully, ramming more of that superprick deeper into my pussy. He began to hump me. My son was fucking me in his sleep, and I was loving it!
My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. Denny humped me a few more times, and then he came inside me with a grunt. After just a few more soft thrusts, he rolled over and began to snore, again.
Finally, I fell asleep.
I was far away. I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. It was snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold. I was laying on my back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State Police car. I couldn't see the markings, but I knew it was a State Police car. The lights were flashing. I was naked and spread open.
There was something or someone between my spread legs, and I was aroused. I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey" police hat jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd wearing his hat as he ate my pussy!
I wasn't going to get a ticket! I put my head back on the trunk and watched the snow fall from the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me. His strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit and gently sucks it between his lips and teeth. I was quickly nearing an orgasm and was anxious to surrender to it.
Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body. I whimpered when his mouth left my pussy. The hat still hid his face as he lowered his mouth to my nipple. I missed his mouth on my pussy. His hips pushed forward, and I felt his penis seeking my cunt. I moved to help it, and I gasped as its head found my wet slit.
Officer Boyd grunted. Then he grunted again as he thrust his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy. It was good. It was very, very good. Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling. In and out, his cock pounded into my greedy pussy. Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks into the trunk of the car, but the trunk was soft and comfortable.
"Make me come, Officer Boyd! Make me come!" I begged.
"Who's 'Officer Boyd?'"
My eyes popped open. It was Denny! His face looked up at me from under the covers. I must have been dreaming the setting, but the sex was real! My son was fucking me!
"Denny! Stop! Get off me!"
"Come on, mom. You didn't want me to stop last night."
"Ohhh..." His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like his before! "Please, stop, Dear. It's not right. We can't do this."
"Mom, please don't make me stop, now. Please." Denny was pumping faster and faster. He was going to cum inside me.
I reached to his face and held it between my hands. "Alright, Dear. You can finish."
But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish. Involuntarily, I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt him slip even deeper inside me, if that was possible.
I was cumming! I was cumming, and I didn't know if I would live through it! The pleasure was going to kill me! I had never, never felt an orgasm like that! I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from screaming, and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my cunt.
I passed out.
I opened my eyes. The dark room was spinning, and I was having trouble taking deep breaths.
Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me, pressing one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his shoulder.
"Wow!" he said.
I reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow. This was never supposed to happen, you know."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear. It was wrong, and I shouldn't have done this to you."
"Are you kidding? I wanted it to happen, mom. I've *ALWAYS* wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I can remember."
I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye. "But a boy's teenage fantasy is just a fantasy, Denny. Normal mothers and sons don't do this. I'm scared I've harmed you."
"I'm not harmed. I've never felt happier in my life. Is that a harm? Will you get pregnant?" <I shook my head no.> "Well there's no harm there, either. Mom, I love you, and I want to do what we've done over and over and over again."
"No, Denny, we can never let this happen again. Never."
"But, mom-"
I placed my finger to his lips and shook my head. It must never happen again.
Who did I think I was I kidding?
I called Ron and told him the roads wouldn't be clear of the snow for another day. That day and the next, Denny and I rutted together like two dogs in heat. Denny told his roommates that I had caught a cold and was staying in bed. I was staying in bed, alright -- wrapped around my son's hard body with his even-harder prick shoved up my cunt to the hilt. I'm sure his roommates were curious (and maybe Brian even had an idea what was going on), but neither of us cared.
We fucked on that mattress until neither of us could fuck anymore, then we would nap and start all over again. I sucked his big, beautiful cock until my jaw was sore. He sucked my tits and licked my cunt until his mouth was tired. And, always, that monster cock was there -- ready, again and again.
This old lady wasn't used to fucking a young stud, but I was more than willing to adjust.
When I finally dressed to leave, I couldn't go without one more mouthful of Denny's cum. I dropped to the floor, took his dick out of his pants, and blew him until he came yet again.
On the long drive home, I thought about what had happened. I didn't know *WHY* it had happened, it just did. I thought I'd be all twisted up with guilt, but I wasn't.I felt such a deep and intense passion for Denny, I couldn't believe it. My only twinge of guilt was for Ron.
That twinge didn't slow me down. Instead of going to the islands with his Frat brothers over Spring Break, Denny came home, and the two of us spent every second that Ron was out of the house fucking and sucking each other into exhaustion.
Denny graduated in May and wasn't leaving for Grad school until September. All summer, I urged him to go out with his friends and to date girls his own age. Of course, when he did date, I was terribly jealous -- until the next morning, after Ron left for the office, Denny would crawl into bed with me, and we would go off to our own little world of sex.
Denny left Labor Day weekend, and I missed him terribly.
Now, the Monday after Thanksgiving, after seeing Denny off at the airport, I'm thrilled that the turkey wasn't the only thing that got stuffed this weekend! | null | null | Collections/stm/stories_with_parts_i_hate/Boswell_-_ Sharing_a_Bed_for_the_Night.txt |
1,600 | Clayton | Clayton's Children - The Babysitter | "Hey Greg!" my mate, CJ calls from across the room, "Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
"No, why?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
"Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's," he says, and I groan.
"Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half-heartedly.
"What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his bushy beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you," he continues, waving a baggie beside his ear.
"You've talked me into it," I grin back. "When do you want to leave?"
"Oh, in about four or five cones," he replies, retrieving the scissors from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old speaker, that we use for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl and bong from inside the enclosure.
"Here, dry these," he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my direction.
I catch one as it passes my ear and pick up the other from between my legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes through a lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When I'm done, I lean over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the bowl, and sit back to wait for CJ to finish.
A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl, mixing the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the cone and, setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and pulls the sweet smoke deep into his lungs. Then, while holding the smoke in, he packs the cone again and passes it to me.
"Thanks," I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that blocks the stem.
I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savoring the sensation as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin. "Good stuff," I gasp.
"Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the bong in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"
I wrinkle my nose, "I guess we'd better."
"Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits a few seconds, "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yes," I assent, and he lifts the bong to his lips.
Then, just as he's about to light up, the door opens and Danny sticks his ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe," he says, coming in and closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know? You come into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong. Whose cigarettes did you use?" he asks, then catching the half-grin on CJ's face, he goes on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."
"We called," CJ objects, "Didn't we, Greg?"
"Yes," I agree solemnly.
"Yeah, right. Give me that fucking bong," Danny snatches it from CJ's hand. "And get out of my fucking chair."
CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in the least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and snatches the proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and punches it, before throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to sting, when it impacts in my palm.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move out into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I take my seat, than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in front of the television and launches itself into my lap.
Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels as she stands up and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a quick jerk, she pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my nose. On the third snap, her forehead impacts painfully against mine, and I jerk backwards, grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up short.
She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her fingers from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make munching noises as I pull her tiny fists to my mouth.
Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my lap, her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a single finger towards me. I snap at it, and she jerks it back with a painfully shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at her tiny finger, rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.
Finally, I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily taking the small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a generous coating of spit.
Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression, and when I release her hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A few seconds later, a look of concentration appears on her face, and I feel a spreading dampness in my lap.
Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her plastics to one side, and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak me. "Sandy!" I cry in an outraged tone.
Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.
By this time, CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.
"Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I move to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."
"Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."
Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom, grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way.Once there, I strip her plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the bucket, and unfasten the pins holding her nappy on. I drop the saturated square of cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto the bed.
As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and presents her tiny pussy to me. I quickly wipe the outside of her slightly reddened vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth. I then use the fingers of my free hand to separate her baby labia.
For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between them, marveling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice, hidden behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her little vagina winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of piss from between her plump pussy lips.
She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to brush over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her fat labia. Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny pucker of her little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other hand in my mouth and press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening, feeling it open up to accept me and clasp half of the first joint in an exquisite embrace.
Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my fingertip, while she makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my cock hardens, painfully confined within my tight jeans.
Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the tip of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw my finger and pop it into my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her baby juices.
Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position as I go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn back, Sandy is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little clitoris, cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there, watching the beautiful, eighteen-month-old toddler happily masturbating.
Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping when the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.
With short, quarter-inch strokes, I gently finger-fuck the little girl, the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster as she approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic face screws up in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic squeezing and relaxation as her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of my little finger.
Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young vagina, I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly accepts the proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all traces of her delicate juices are gone.
I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the tight pucker of her baby anus. She releases my finger with a cooing giggle as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep from within. I give a final flick to her softening clitoris with the tip of my tongue and look up into her smiling face. Smiling back as she fights to keep her eyes open.
Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet vulva. Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin it in place. Slipping a clean pair of plastics on her, I lift her smiling, tired body into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and holds her smiling face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for me to kiss her.
I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling her face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little snores and I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow. Pulling up the covers, I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her smiling face for a few seconds.
I gather up her damp plastics and take them and the cloth through the kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother, coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the shopping through to the kitchen.
"Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my groin. "I see She's piddled on you again," she says with a grin.
"Yeah, as a pay back for licking her hand," I grin back, "I just put her down for a nap," I say, waving a bag in the direction of the partially closed door to Sandy's bedroom.
"I don't know how you do it," Angela says, shaking her head as she peers in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her settled."
"Hypnotic," I joke.
"I can almost believe you," she says, "Where's Danny?"
"In there with CJ," I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking room.
"I might have known," She says, "He better have left some for me this time."
Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as I drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then takes only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing it, he drops it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.
He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "Ok, let's go," he says to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed first."
We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean myself up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we go out to my car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's house.
Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene
I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by the housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than many of the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead of a bare lawn, it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of color, and many young trees break up the stark lines of the house. The porch is a solid mass of greenery, with rank after rank of ferns and orchids almost totally obscuring the wrought iron rack that supports their pots. Hanging from the eaves, geraniums, maiden hair ferns and plants that I can not name, further serve to give the 'efficiently' designed house character.
I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up the concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is flung open forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies open in his face.
With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch themselves at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now that they are relatively motionless, they resolve themselves into two blonde beauties. The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old and after kissing her father on the cheeks, she looks up at me brazenly. The younger of the two, who is about five, huddles closer to CJ and peers suspiciously past his shoulder to look at me.
"Who's he?" she asks, pointing at me.
"Don't point," CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up the fairies."
Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if she had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five-year-old repeats, "Who's he?"
"Girls, this is Greg," CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter, Alison." The older girl grins up at me and extends her hand towards me. I take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger curl between our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her grin widens to match, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips and moistening them.
"And this is Rene," he says, trying to turn the shy five-year-old towards me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face against his neck.
"Hi CJ," a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's hand like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a bombshell blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile flickers across her lips, but all she says is, "Well aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Oh, sorry Honey," he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next door to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."
"Oh yes," she says, giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all about you."
Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up in a hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey," he says when he releases her.
Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at work here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and a wicker screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy. She leads us through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy the corners and spaces beside the furniture.
Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink Greg, tea or coffee?"
"Tea, thanks, white with three," I reply.
"Alison, come and help me," she instructs as she goes through into the kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits and a cup of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright smile, she disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with her mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming mug, which she hands to me, before plumping down onto the couch beside me.
Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his drink before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs Alison to hand around the biscuits and with a flourish the beautiful young girl presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of her blouse to gape open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts. The areola have just begun to darken and are pushed up into small half-spherical mounds the size of small plums.
I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows exactly where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one side, she conceals her lips from her parents' view and briefly puckers them.As she turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to hide a growing bulge and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with this forward young girl.
After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns to her seat beside me. As Cheryl, CJ, and I chat and sip our drinks, I notice Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head each time my gaze meets hers. Slowly, though, she becomes bolder, and a few minutes later, she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her empty cup on the coffee table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as she stares curiously at my face.
Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents and continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the corner of my eye. It seems that they too are watching her antics, their attention constantly switching between their youngest daughter and me.
Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her parents and disappears from my view. The conversation descends further and further into inanities as I follow her progress in her parents' eyes. They seem almost to be holding their breath as Rene's progress slows. A minute or so later, Alison utters loud protests as her little sister forces her way into the six-inch gap that separates her body from mine.
On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's looks are relieved, and I turn my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my hip. She looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens as I grin back at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my long beard to waggle, and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches at it.
Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she was Sandy, and she snatches them back with a scared look. Then, reassured by my grin, she tries again, once more snatching her fingers back as my teeth meet with a clack an inch from the tips. She smiles tentatively and slowly extends her fingers, jerking them back as I bob my head. This goes on for a few moments longer, her smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder. Then, with a crow of triumph, her hand darts forwards, and she entangles her fingers in my beard, tugging gently.
I grimace theatrically, and she giggles delightedly. Then, as she tugs again and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look, she jerks her hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry hairs from my chin. Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst into tears.
Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and re-entangle it in my beard. Then, looking across at Cheryl, I say, "She's fine, at least SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."
Cheryl gives me a quizzical look, and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes to headbutt, and she isn't gentle. Your ears'll be ringing, and she'll still be giggling."
"Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look, and she nods.
"Uh, Greg?" CJ clears his throat.
I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"
"Would you do us a big favor?"
"Like what?"
"Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday," he replies.
My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"
Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other day, and he's in the hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after these two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel this weekend.
"CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come around there, so I told him to bring you around, and we'd see how Rene reacted to you. She's terribly shy, and we usually get my parents to look after them on our weekends."
I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the second time you said weekend. You want me to look after your kids for the entire weekend?"
"Uh-huh," she replies. "Would you do it, please? We'll pay you, of course."
Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How much?" trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at having an obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.
"How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.
"I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends, anyway?"
"Well, it's like this," Cheryl explains. "CJ and I get on really well until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company, and then we start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to upset Alison, so CJ moved out before we became enemies. Then, on my birthday, CJ came over and all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with my parents, and the two of us spent an absolutely glorious weekend down at Lakes Entrance.
When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the same things happened all over again, and again CJ decided to leave. On his birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad, and I took him up to Echuca.
"After that, it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on our birthdays, and at Christmas, we'd take Alison and later Rene too, camping. Then, before the fighting started, we'd go our separate ways again. CJ often spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls. It sounds weird, but it works for us; the girls still have a father, and they never have to see us fighting."
"So where are you going this time?" I ask.
"On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray," CJ replies with a grin at Cheryl.
"You got the tickets!" she shrieks, springing from her chair to launch herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.
A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence, and I look down into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?" she asks.
"Would you like that?" I ask in return.
"Uh-huh," she replies, nodding gravely.
"What about you?" I look up at Alison.
"You bet," she grins, licking her lips.
Suddenly, Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get moving."
"Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time; we don't have to be there until seven."
"What about Greg?" she objects. "He'll have to get some clothes, and I have to put clean sheets on my bed."
"Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car, so I'm all right there. What about you, CJ? Do you need a lift to get your stuff?"
"No, we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn," he replies.
Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily scribbles away. As she writes, she says, "The kids can have fish and chips for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow. Can you manage sandwiches for their lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison likes Vita-Brits. Here's my mother's phone number and address, and the number for the hospital. CJ, get the number for the Echuca Police, just in case he has to get hold of us."
As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions. "Rene goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine-thirty, ten at the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before she goes to sleep and has nothing to drink after seven. She still wets the bed sometimes.
"Rene shouldn't give you any trouble, and Alison had better not, if she knows what's good for her."
As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right places, and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have a good time; we'll be fine."
Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for dinner, I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a whispered "Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games with Rene. Though she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse down the front of her shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite me with her legs crossed, giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton knickers.
Whenever Rene looks away, she drops her fingers into her lap and rubs at her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off to get something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her knickers to one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva. Still maintaining the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her other hand down and rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her sweet pussy lips.
She calmly releases the elastic as Rene clatters back into the room carrying a coloring book and her crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit at the coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get comfortable causing my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
Alison moves to kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just been between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting her to jerk it away. Instead, she holds it still, and my teeth close bare millimetres from the tip. I look into her eyes and am met by a challenging look. So, taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips and close them around the proffered finger, taking my first taste of her sweet pussy.
At the same time, Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got you. I'm better than you."
Alison and I exchange grins, and pulling her finger free of my lips, she agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."
Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a coloring book of her own and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over," she orders her little sister. Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she appropriates my left knee, forcing me to place a hand on each of their waists to support them. Pretending to lose her balance, she steadies herself, her hand falling into my lap directly on top of my still firm prick.
She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to be met by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns to the table and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little mermaid. Then, carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green, she pokes her tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to carefully color Ariel's tail.
Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my rescue."Girls, we're going now, don't be pests and mind what Greg tells you."
The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member another exploratory feel as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb to my feet, pins and needles burning in my leg, and I limp over to where Alison and Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.
Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them take advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."
"Forget it, Cheryl," CJ says. "That's why he's so good with kids, he lets them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he doesn't let them get away with any shit."
"Okay, we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in unless Greg's with you. Okay?"
Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree to the restriction.
"The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them totally cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for the fish and chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning. We'll be back about ten Sunday night," Cheryl delivers final instructions and hands me a fifty-dollar note.
"Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.
"One each," Cheryl answers. "There should be enough there, if not I'll fix you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to the milkbar. Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her get anything too gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever he says."
She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls, and as she releases them, they move over to their father. He sweeps them up in his arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in their ears and slips a folded five-dollar note into their hands.
"Thanks, mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this," CJ says, slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it, rolling his eyes in the direction of Cheryl.
"Thank you, Greg," Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a hug. "Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed and don't let Alison have more than two cones. The bong's over the stove."
CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah, she has that effect on me too."
The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car, and I stand with them at the end of the driveway as they wave until the car turns at the end of the street. I look down into their upturned faces and ask, "Okay, what do you want to do?""I can't get this knot undone."
I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled. As I move into the room, I get a good look at her little breasts. Just beginning to sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds, entirely covered by the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola. Surmounting them are her pea-sized nipples, which stand slightly stiffened by the cool late autumn air.
She thrusts these out at me proudly, and I start to think that this is a setup. When I kneel at her side and take the snarled strings from her, a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the original bow was tied, and the new knot contains so many loops that it could not possibly have formed accidentally.
I give her an accusing glance, and she responds by grinning down at me and letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the strings in my hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her beautiful pre-teen vulva less than eighteen inches from the tip of my nose. In form, it is a smooth, slightly plump mound, separated into two perfectly symmetrical halves by a fine, dark cleft. Three-quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet valley is her clitoris, a small pink nubbin the size of a pencil eraser.
"Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly flushed, grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off. Anyway, it'll be easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow on the other side, and I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped around her right leg and a complete view of her sweet pussy.
"I guess you might." I growl up at her, and her grin widens.
I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she draws her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of the damp, pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening, slightly darker flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a few seconds, and I become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.
As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and look down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it sorted out, and I hold her bottoms out to her.
Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a pose that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg slightly cocked, her left hand low on her hip, and the thumb and forefinger of the right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful," I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly, "Do you know that you're asking for trouble?"
"Uh-huh," she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're nice."
"Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told about strangers?" I ask.
"Of course, silly, but you're Daddy's friend," she replies.
"That doesn't mean anything," I tell her. "I might still be a bad man who does nasty things to little girls."
"Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty, I mean."
"No, I'm not," I say. "But you should be more careful, because I do want to do things with you."
"Would you stop if I asked you to?"
"Yes, I would," I reply.
"Then I want you to do things to me," she informs me.
Then with a mercurial change of mood, she grins at me, "I'm a big girl now, see? I'm growing hair down here," she points at her bare vulva.
I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see any."
"Right here," she says, pointing to the very top of her crack. "You'll have to look closer."
I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy. Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible against her skin.
"Here," she says, grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I offer only token resistance as she draws my hand closer and presses my fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile mons.
She relaxes her grip on my wrist, and I lightly brush my fingers over her smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly stiffer hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to pull my hand away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful young pussy. With my heart beating like a triphammer, I run the sensitive tips of my fingers all over the plump bulge between her legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of her unblemished skin.
I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently probe lower down. Realizing my goal, she shifts her feet apart and allows my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers on the outside of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs, finding a slight hint of moisture. I then increase the pressure slightly and feel the soft folds of her little pussy open up around my middle finger.
She gives a gasp, and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I stop dead at this, and a few seconds later, her fingers relax. Taking this as a signal to continue, I press a little harder, moving my fingertip in tiny circles, until the tip of my finger presses against the entrance to her vagina.
Again, her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time, she pulls my hand upwards until my fingertip is clear of her vagina before she relaxes her grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and continue to explore the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I draw my fingers back and up, I feel her inner labia close on the sides of my fingertip, and I come into contact with the rigid knob of her fully extended clitoris.
"Stop!" she gasps, and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.
"Are you all right?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when I touch myself there?"
As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely from between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of flesh that now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally, I ask, "Are you ticklish?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.
"Well, can you tickle yourself?"
"Of course not," she replies.
"Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because your brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching your pussy is like a special kind of tickling, but because there are lots more nerves there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better when somebody else does it, because your brain doesn't already know what's going to happen."
"Oh, I get it," she says, smiling. "You can touch me again if you want to."
"Later," I say, picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth up between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes looking for us."
She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the strings and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top, which is on her bed, and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"
"I think you'd better," I say, and she ducks her head for me. I slip the loop at the top behind her neck and she turns for me to tie the strap across her back.
Turning back to me, she presents her half-covered breasts to me, saying, "You fix it."
I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick the stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her lips, then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to my feet.
I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock outrage. "Come on, you, let's go."
In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the television, totally engrossed in her 'Ponies,' as every few seconds, her hand dips into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow that I throw over her body as I move to stand behind her causes her to look up and ask, "What took you so long?"
"My bathers got all tangled," Alison explains.
"Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.
"Sure thing," I reply. "Come on."
Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.
"Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks. "Remember what happened last time."
Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."
As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"
"The water turned pink," Alison chortles. "Mum puts stuff in the water that turns pink if you piddle in it."
"Oh," I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."
I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door open, her bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They fell off."
"Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.
Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she finishes, she hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers. "Here, help me put them on," she says, holding them out to me.
I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her. "Here, dry off first."
She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand. "Huh?"
I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack after you have a piddle. That way, there won't be any pink in the water."
"Oh," she says, "Put my bathers on."
I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I pull the shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch pulled right up between her pussy lips, and she avoids looking me in the eye.
Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip of cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull it free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses against it, and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the pretence of ensuring the correct fit of her bathers, I run my finger back and forth a few more times before withdrawing it.
"Okay, off you go," I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze and pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet."
She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed, as I close it.I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften enough for me to piss. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes me stroke my hand up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff, pointing away from my body at a forty-five-degree angle.
I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge, and leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door and almost trip over Rene, who is still waiting outside. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra-encased cock, practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn her around, her head swiveling on her shoulders until it hurts me just to look at the way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand on top of her head and twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her ahead of me, we walk through to the conservatory, where Alison is already luxuriating in the spa.
As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step to the side, and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze fastens on my crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by the door and walk towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock as I pace across the deck and step down into the gently steaming water, not leaving it until it disappears beneath the surface, whereupon she looks up into my face. I meet her gaze and hold it until she blushes and lowers it to minutely examine the bubbling surface of the water.
Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom, with the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and lowers herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as she proceeds to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back against my rigid member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison throws her little sister a venomous look.
When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears beneath the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides from my lap. Alison leaps from the water in front of me, and as Rene rises from the water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends her territory by splashing her little sister.
Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister, swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of Alison's bikini, and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps tears free of the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.
Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then falls on the damage done to her sister's bathers, and the tears begin to flow freely.
"I'm s-s-sorry," she sobs.
I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding her tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth, making soothing noises as I caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right," I say, "I can fix it."
"You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.
"Uh-huh," I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you got your wish. You might as well get rid of that."
"Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I just send you to bed right now?"
"We'll be good," Alison says, and Rene nods vigorously as she wriggles from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing towards me. Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around Rene's shoulder, pulling her in close, saying, "It's all right, it was getting too small anyway."
Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds later, she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."
We all laugh at this, and all is forgiven.
Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind, and I straighten my legs, causing the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water. They rise sputtering, and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him," she cries, and they leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and burrowing for my armpits.
I let them win the assault, and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I sit on the bottom and wait to see what they will do.
After a few seconds, I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath my arms, and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my body limp. Grunting, Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it, pulling me up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip, I pretend to slip back towards the water.
I do this a couple more times, until Rene loses control and bursts out laughing. At this point, Alison realizes that she's been had and shoves me from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface and leap from the water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me, and I stagger as she locks her legs around my waist and her hands about my throat.
She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying "You, you, you, oooghh."
I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she loses her grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober into her belly button, causing her to giggle and thrash uncontrollably. Accidentally, done on purpose, I land a few near and on her pert little titties, and she gasps and stiffens in my hands.
Finally, I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn, little girl," I say as I lift her lycra-covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even louder, and her giggles are most satisfactory.
Keeping hold of her, I return to my seat, blowing into her belly button each time she falls silent. Eventually, though, her breathing becomes labored, and I desist, lowering her to my knee.
Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a minute or so, she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my first movement. Then, having decided that no further attack is forthcoming, she cuddles up to my side.
She starts as I move my arm, then realizing that I'm just going to put it around her shoulders, she leans forwards, and I slip it behind her so that my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest her head on my shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my side. A few seconds later, she loosens the tie on her bottoms and twists until my hand cups her bare bottom.
She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around her finger as she says, "I'm glad you're looking after us instead of Grandma and Grandpa."
"Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in my lap to rest her head on my other shoulder, and I support her with my hand behind her knees.
For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene lifts her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look, I've got witches hands," she says, waving the wrinkled extremity under my nose.
"Well, we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs," I joke, tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I continue, "it's time you started getting ready for bed."
"Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.
"You have to," I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven. By the time you've had your bath, it'll be your bedtime."
"I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."
"You still have to wash the chlorine off," I say. "Come on, let's go."
I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene on my hip. "You too," I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene. Alison reties her bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to catch up.
I grab my robe, and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll just rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way, we can throw them in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."
In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze into the cubicle together and quickly rinse off.
When we're done, I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth and give me your bathers, then go and get your nighties and a hairbrush. We'll dry off properly in front of the fire."
With a wicked grin, Alison tugs at the bows holding her bathers on and hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the basin and picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit less naughty than her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her bathers and handing them to me. When they finish their teeth, they scurry off to their rooms, pausing in the doorway to wiggle their bare white bottoms at me. While they are gone, I take the opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel myself dry, and slip on my robe. Then, figuring on a complete exchange of oral fauna later in the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before wringing out our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on my way through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the lounge.
Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before the wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror their disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I don't want her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.
I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between my legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as I can from her hair. Alison hands me the brush, and I carefully work the tangles from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and shiny, and most of the moisture is gone.
I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off to watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime. Alison then slips in between my knees and wriggles backwards until her bum presses against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaks in surprise and wriggles harder against it, causing it to begin to rise.Taking up the towel, I dry her hair and then drop it into my lap. Picking up the brush, I go to work on her slightly longer tresses, carefully working the brush through them until her hair shines brightly. When I lift her from the chair, she quickly turns to get a glimpse of my cock, but the towel in my lap conceals it, and before she can get any ideas about snatching it away, I pull my robe straight and rise from the chair.
By this time, it is after eight o'clock, so I tell her, "You get your nightie on while I put Rene to bed."
I stop 'Ponies' and lift Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the toilet. Again, she leaves the door open, and this time she tucks the hem of her nightie under her chin and sort of curls up, looking between her widespread legs as she concentrates on expelling the piss from her body. It takes her a few seconds to get it flowing, but when she does, it flows in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between her legs to fall hissing into the bowl.
When she finishes, she grabs a wad of paper and dries off, before lifting her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hops to the floor, pushes the button, and holds her arms for me to lift her. I carry her to her bedroom and, supporting her against my shoulder, with one hand cupping her bare little bottom beneath her nightie, I pull back the covers. When I lower her to the bed, she wriggles downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal her plump little pussy and outie belly button in the process. Unable to resist, I stoop and wrap my lips around it, blowing a zoober and making her giggle and squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blow another zoober at the top of her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the covers up under her chin.
I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three sisters were changed into rock to protect them from a bunyip. But the witch doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic shinbone, and that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters came to be. By the time I'm finished, she is almost asleep, but when I turn back from putting the book away, she holds her arms out to me and has her lips pursed. I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight and tuck her in. I start to pull the door closed but leave it open when she asks me to.
Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.
On my way back to the lounge, I retrieve one of the baggies given to me and a couple of cigarettes. I then collect the bong, scissors, and a small bowl from the kitchen and walk through into the lounge, where I find Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley Hills 90210.
I make appropriate gagging noises as I take a seat on the couch, and she turns to look at me. When she sees what I am holding, her eyes light up, and I decide to have a little fun at her expense.
I dry the cigarettes, quickly mull up and pack a cone, then make a real production of enjoying it. I look directly into her eyes as I pack the second cone. I wait for her to start moving towards me and quickly smoke it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.
Then, I pack the next pipe and place it on the coffee table, then wait to see what she will do. For a few minutes, her attention wavers between the bong and the TV until she finally works up the courage to ask, "Can I have a pipe please?"
"You!" I pretend to be shocked, "You're too young."
"No, I'm not," she protests, "Mum lets me."
"I don't believe you," I scoff.
"But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at home."
"Why would she say something like that?" I ask.
"Because she found some in my bag once," Alison explains. "She said I could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never to get it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes put really bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so they can get them hooked and make them do whatever they want."
"Ok," I say, "you can have one cone."
"But Mum lets me have three," she objects mendaciously.
I raise my eyebrow and slowly reach for the bong on the table.
She hastily corrects herself, saying, "I mean two."
"That's better," I say, leaning back into my seat.
"It was worth a try," she grins, then gives me a direct stare, "Hey, you knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"
"Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a good reason why. No matter what your mum said," I explain.
"Oh. why?"
"Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit they hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are a lot worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"
"No," she answers, moving around the coffee table and sitting down beside me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the stuff I had to the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really mad at the school because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff to kids. They had to get the cops in and everything. The teacher was doing it because he liked to fuck- oops," she covers her mouth.
"It's ok. I've heard the word before, go on."
"He used it to get little girls to fuck."
"Does your dad know about it?"
"Uh-uh," she shakes her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when he found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would have killed him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them to. I know it was silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said it was ok. But really she was already hooked and the teacher made her to give it to me, because he wanted me too."
"Ok, that explains why your mum would let you smoke grass, but why on earth did you take such a big risk with me after a scare like that?" I ask incredulously.
"Promise you won't get mad."
"Get mad," I'm confused, "why would I get mad?"
"Promise."
"Ok, I promise," I say.
"That's good," she says with a relieved sigh, "It's not me you'd get mad at. You see Jenny's a really good friend of mine."
"So?"
"Jenny Gormley," she says, naming one of my young lovers, and it clicks.
"Oh! And she told you about me, I suppose?"
"Uh-huh," Alison nods. "But it's not really her fault. We were playing with our hairbrushes," Alison blushes. "You know down there. And just after she had a cum, she said a man felt even better.
"She didn't want to tell me about you, but I kept on asking her until she told me. She made me promise not to tell anybody, because you weren't like that teacher. She said you always asked her before you did anything. And then I heard Daddy telling Mum about you last night and hoped you were the same person Jenny knew."
"How did you know I was?" I ask.
"Because she has a picture of you and she showed it to me," Alison replies, then asks, "Will you teach me like you taught her? I won't tell Mama or Daddy."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "It's a big step."
"Uh-huh," She replies emphatically, "Jenny says you make her feel really good and it won't even hurt the first time because I've already done it with a hairbrush."
"Ok, I'll teach you," I say, "Now do you want this pipe or not?"
"Goody!" she yelps. "Of course I want it. Give me the lighter."
I hand her the lighter, and she lifts the bong to her lips. It takes her three attempts to finish it, but she doesn't cough. Instead of blowing out the last lung full of smoke, she carefully sets the bong down, straddles my lap, and pressing her lips to mine, she forces the smoke into my lungs. Pulling back, she grins at me and says, "Mama and Daddy do that all the time."
"I like it," I grin back at her, "Do you want me to do it to you?"
"Does it count as my second pipe?" she asks.
"Probably, but I won't tell if you don't," I grin, "But only one."
With the flexibility of youth, she twists in my lap and packs the cone from the bowl on the table, then presents it and the lighter to me. I take it from her and smoke it. While I hold my breath, she takes the bong from me and puts it back on the table.
Turning back to me, she tilts her head to one side and pulls my lips to hers. I push the smoke into her lungs, accidentally blowing the last of it into her face when she pulls back. Giggling, she says, "That feels really weird, but I like it."
She starts to turn back to the table, but I stop her, saying, "That's enough for now. How do you feel?"
"Great," she replies, "Really, really happy."
"Good," I say, "Can I have a kiss?"
"We already did," she giggles.
"I mean a proper one," I say, digging my fingers into her ribs.
"No!" she shrieks, giggling and squirming in my lap.
"What? No kiss?" I deliberately misunderstand her, so I can punish her with further assaults on her ribs.
"Yes, no, don't!" she squeals, trying to pull my probing fingers from her ribs.
I give her a few last digs and stop, grinning at her crimson face, as she gasps for breath. A moment later, she gasps again and gently rolls her hips. I feel her bare pussy move against my equally bare cock, causing it to instantly spring to attention and press upwards between her labia and buttocks.
Her look becomes one, composed of excitement, curiosity, arousal, and a little fear. Experimentally, she rocks back and forth and giggles, "Oh wow, your thingy feels funny."
"My what?" I ask, being deliberately obtuse.
"Your thingy. You know, down there," She blushes, pointing vaguely between her legs.
"What?"
"Your dickie," she blushes furiously, turning her head aside.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, "That sounds like something Rene would say."
Still red-faced, she looks me in the eye and says defiantly, "Your cock then. How about penis, or dick," finishing with, "Rene says doodle anyway."
"Or prick, or rod, or dong, or a lot of other things," I say, "They're just words. It's when and how you say them that matters."
"Ok, your COCK feels real funny against my CUNT.""Yeah," I say, "well, your cunt is hurting my cock, it's not supposed to point at my feet when it's like this."
She seems to find this hilariously funny too, but her giggles stop abruptly when I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly lift her upwards. As I lift her, my cock straightens, the head sliding down the crease of her buttocks. A scared look comes into her eyes as the tip lodges against the rear of her pussy lips, outside the entrance to her vagina.
When I lift her high enough for the tip of my cock to slip free, she breathes a sigh of relief. After I lower her back down, so that her pussy lips press against the underside of the shaft, she giggles and says, "That was silly, I want you to do it, but I'm scared too."
"That isn't silly at all," I reassure her. "It's perfectly understandable. It's probably one of the most important things that happens in your life and you don't want to mess it up. Right?"
"Uh-huh," she says, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight, "you understand."
I hug her back and flex my cock at the same time. She squeals as it moves under her, and wriggles her hips. "Oh wow," she whispers, "that feels even better, it's rubbing against my tingle bump."
"Your what?" I ask.
"My tingle bump," she repeats, "you know the bump at the top of my crack. I call it my tingle bump because it tingles when I rub it. I don't know what else it's called."
"It's called a clitoris or clit for short," I say.
"Oh! Well, it feels really good," she says, and starts rocking her hips and dragging her clit back and forth along the underside of my cock. Within a few seconds, the movements become smoother, as her vaginal secretions start to coat my rigid shaft.
As things become more slippery, I pull her hips higher with each rock of her pelvis, until the crown of my cock rubs from her vaginal entrance to her stiff clit. I slide my hands up her sides and start rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her tiny tits through the soft knitted cotton of her nightie. Her face takes on a dreamy expression and her head rolls on her shoulders in time with the motions of her hips. Eyes closed, she moans almost inaudibly with pleasure. Under my thumbs, her nipples become rock hard little knobs on top of the firm resilient domes of her budding breasts.
Her breathing quickens, then catches, as I bring my forefingers up beside my thumbs and catch her nipples between them, gently pinching and rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh back and forth. Leaning forwards, I nuzzle the side of her neck, pressing my lips against her soft flawless skin. She shivers and groans at the contact, and the movements of her hips become jerky and uncoordinated.
Opening my mouth, I gently bite down on the soft roll of flesh where her neck joins her shoulder and pinch her nipples harder between thumb and forefinger.
Abruptly her hips stop dead, and I feel a sudden increase in warmth and dampness in my lap as she cums with a shuddering groan. A few moments later, her entire body relaxes, and I pull her close to me, gently stroking her back, running my hands from the crown of her head to the soft curve of her buttocks.
"Mmmmm," Alison murmurs, snuggling into my chest and kissing it, "that's nice."
"I press my lips to the top of her head and ask quietly, "Was that a good one?"
"Uh-huh." She tilts her head up and kisses me softly, "The best I ever had." A sudden gleam enters her eye and she grins, "You know, I haven't even seen it yet, except inside your bathers."
"Well that's easily fixed," I grin back. "Go ahead and look."
She lifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes herself upright. She then takes hold of the hem of her nightie and pulls it up, securing it under her chin. "Oh wow," she cries, looking down, "it's huge. Will it really fit inside me?" She gives a little giggle, "I sure made it wet, didn't I."
She starts to reach down to touch it, and I can't resist saying, "You look with your eyes, not your fingers."
She snatches her hand back, and looks up at me, letting her nightie fall to bunch about her waist. She sees my grin and thumps my arm.
"You can touch it," I laugh.
She starts to pull her nightie up under her chin and then, deciding that it will keep getting in the way, she pulls it off over her head and tosses it over the arm of the couch. She then tugs on the belt of my robe and lifts first her right knee and then her left, as she folds it back to either side, baring the front of my body.
Her fingers lightly trail over my chest, tracing the lines of my collar bones and ribs. She plays with my nipples for a few moments, giggling as they harden under her touch. "Your boobs get hard too," she says wonderingly.
"Yeah, my nipples get hard, just like yours," I say. "We've both got all of the same sort of things, they're just arranged differently. Your clit is a lot like the end of my cock and the rest is the same too, just turned inside out."
"That makes sense, I guess," she says as she trails her fingers lower. The glint in her eye warns me, but I have no time to react before her fingers dig into my sides. As I laugh, my legs shoot out straight, and she begins to slip towards the floor, forcing her to stop and grab hold of my robe.
"That's for tickling me," she declares.
I pull my feet back to give her a more secure seat, and she continues her exploration, giving me one last retaliatory poke, right in the belly button, before she brushes her hands over the head of my rigid prick. I make it jump at her touch, and she jerks her hand back with a giggle. She pokes at it with a finger, and I make it jump again. Again, she giggles and draws back.
"Go on, it won't bite," I encourage her.
She slips backwards off my knees, pushes them apart, and kneels on the floor between them. With her face only inches from my groin, she closes her hand over my glans and squeezes it. "It's not as hard as I thought," she says. "It's hot though."
She then slides her hand down to wrap about the shaft. "Oh, that's harder," she giggles.
I close my hand over hers and show her how to masturbate me. "Oooh, the skin moves," she cries in wonder, "Does that feel good?"
"Uh-huh," I say, "But you'd better stop or I'm going to cum."
"What's cum?" she asks.
"Have an orgasm and feel really good like you did," I answer her.
"Men squirt stuff out of the end, don't they?"
"Yes, we squirt out a slippery white fluid called semen."
"I thought it was called sperm," she says, "I want to see it."
"Sometimes people call it sperm, but they're really the little cells in semen that join with a girl's egg to make babies."
"Girls don't have eggs," she objects.
"Not like a chicken," I laugh, "Human eggs are tiny, because they get fed by the mother while the baby grows inside her. Bird's eggs have to have enough food to last until the baby is ready to come out of the shell."
"And there has to be enough room for the baby bird too," she says.
"Of course, that too," I say.
"So if you squirted your sperm, uh semen, in me I'd have a baby? I don't want a baby yet. Is Jenny going to have a baby?" she asks in a worried tone.
"No," I laugh, "Jenny's not going to have a baby. It doesn't happen every time, besides she's too young to have a baby, she's not menstruating yet."
"What's that?"
"When a girl gets old enough, her body begins making eggs and her womb gets ready to feed it by growing a special lining. If an egg doesn't join with sperm, the body flushes it out with the old lining, and she bleeds from her vagina. This happens every four weeks or so, until she's about fifty, unless there's a baby growing inside her."
"Oh, periods. Mum told me about them. I don't get them yet, but Mama says I will soon, because my boobs are growing."
"Well, you can't have a baby then," I tell her.
"That's good, because I want to see what it's like to do it, uh fuck," she grins self-consciously. "Can I see your stuff, uh semen, now?" She asks eagerly.
"Yeah, you can see my stuff," I agree.
She immediately begins rapidly stroking her small hand up and down my shaft, her enthusiasm causing me to wince in pain and grasp her wrist. "Slow down," I say, "Take it easy."
"Sorry."
"Here, you do it like this." I close my hand over hers again and show her the pace and length of stroke that I like. Taking her other hand, I cup my balls with it and say, "Gently roll these around in their sack, that'll help me make more cum, but be very careful, because they're very sensitive. When I'm nearly cumming, they will lift up next to the bottom of my cock. When that happens, you can speed up a little bit or you can stop and wait for them to get loose again. The longer it takes to cum, the better it feels, and you'll get a bigger load of semen too."
She gently rolls my balls around and asks wonderingly, "What are they?"
"They're my testicles, or balls, or nuts," I explain, "They make my sperm."
"You mean semen, don't you?" she asks, thinking she's caught me out.
"Uh-uh," I reply, "they only make the sperm, which gets mixed with some slippery goo inside my body, and then it's called semen."
"Oh!" she says as she puts my instructions into practice and goes to work on my tumescent penis, sliding her hand up and down my shaft and carefully fondling my balls. Every now and then, she starts to pull on my balls as she loses her rhythm, and she takes on a look of intense concentration, as if she was trying to rub her tummy and pat her head at the same time.
In a short while, she becomes more practiced, and I continue my instructions. "Ok, the purple knob on the end is very sensitive too, especially the wrinkled bit here." I point out the area under my piss hole. "Get your fingers wet and slippery and rub it gently with them."
"How do I make them slippery?" she asks.
"You can use your spit or pussy juices," I tell her.Opting for pussy juices, she takes her hand off my balls and dips it down below the level of the couch, returning with glistening fingertips. Her other hand is still, as she transfers the moisture to the crown of my cock and goes back for more. Then, realizing that she has stopped moving her hand on my cock, she resumes her stroking. At the same time, she rubs the slippery tips of her fingers in circles on the tip of my cock, brushing her thumb back and forth over the frenulum.
She looks up into my face as I groan, grinning a shit-eating grin in response to my reassuring smile. "Am I doing it right?" she asks.
"Just perfect," I reply softly, "Just perfect."
The top of her head threatens to separate from the rest of her as her grin widens. Suddenly, it disappears as she misses the beat, and I wince as she pinches my foreskin between her thumbs. Returning her concentration to the job at hand, she decides that my balls have been neglected long enough and abandons my glans to give them some more attention.
Less than a minute later, I am groaning continuously and involuntarily thrusting my hips up from the couch, fucking her tight little fist. My balls are hot and heavy in the palm of her hand as she moves it in small circles, gently massaging them. Somehow or other, I manage to grunt, "Gonna cum," through the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over my body.
I choke back a shriek that threatens to burst from my throat, as the first searing pulse of white-hot semen boils from my balls and erupts in a creamy fountain from my angry purple knob. It rises a good eighteen inches and falls with a wet slap, coating Alison's small fist and my balls. Again, my body spasms, and another scalding geyser of seminal fluid splashes onto my belly.
Again and again, the powerful, undeniable convulsions wrack my frame, forcing jet after jet of lava-hot come through my throbbing shaft. Even after my aching balls run dry, the spasms continue, slowly dying away.
Finally, I seize Alison's wrist to stop her hand, as its movements are now painful to my hypersensitive glans. As soon as I take hold of her, she looks up at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry I didn't make it last longer, I really wanted to see what it was like." Adding earnestly, "I'll make it better next time."
"Ach..." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "Alison," I say, reaching down to gently brush the back of my hand against her soft cheek, "if you make it much better, I'll die a happy man."
"Really?" she squeals, her face brightening, "I did it good?"
"You 'did it' great."
She beams at my praise and leans into my knuckles. Like a cat, she rubs against the back of my hand, her eyes closed, the contented hum in her throat almost a purr. She reaches up to press her hand against mine and becomes aware of the cum that coats it. Opening her eyes, she examines the pearly droplets that coat it.
Looking up at me with a question in her eyes, she says, "Jenny says she eats it. She says it tastes good."
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I encourage her.
Visibly steeling herself, she barely touches the tip of her tongue to a glistening droplet and withdraws it into her mouth. A moment later, she tries again, this time collecting a fairly decent gob. Even before her tongue disappears between her lips, a delighted smile appears, and her tongue darts back out to eagerly lap at her hand. When her hand is clean, she dips her head to the creamy strands that adorn my thighs, and a moment later, I feel her tongue on my balls. In her hunt for more of what she so obviously likes, she bypasses my cock to lap at the pearly rivulet that descends from my navel.
She then sits back on her heels, and I hear her muttering to herself, "Jenny says she does it, I can do it too." A moment later, she takes my flaccid member between her fingertips and engulfs it in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. With a lingering slurp, she draws back, the tip of her tongue against the underside stripping a last dribble of semen from the shaft.
"I did it," she squeals, half in wonder, "I really did it. And I'm gonna suck it ALL out next time."
"You missed a bit," I grin, pointing at the gooey strands festooning my pubes.
"No way!" her face screws up in disgust, "That's too gross."
I have to smile at her values; sucking semen from my cock is fine, licking it out of the surrounding hair is not. She returns my smile crookedly, protesting, "Well, it is."
"I didn't say a word," I say, my smile broadening.
"You didn't have to," she returns.
"Well, if you aren't going to clean it up," I say, "will you pass me a towel, so I can?"
"Ok," she chirps cheerfully and presents me with a charming view of her still boyish buttocks and the shining, puffy lips of her sweet pussy, as she crawls across the room. My cock twitches at the sight, but she has left me too drained to respond in the fashion that her delightful display deserves.
When she rises and turns back to me, she coquettishly hides her charms behind the towel, holding it in front of her body as she smiles seductively at me over the upper edge. She comes to a halt just out of reach and treats me to brief, tantalizing glimpses of her glistening mons.
I snatch at the towel, but she dances back grinning and resumes flashing her pussy at me. Then, with a final flash of her creamy white buns, she darts past me into the kitchen. Poking her head back through the door, she points at the coffee table, saying, "Bring that," and disappears.
Chapter 5 - Hot Tub Fun.
Smiling, I gather up the bong and bowl and follow her through the kitchen to the conservatory. She is already in the roiling water, and her eyes follow my bobbing, dangling member as I approach. I set the bong down and shuck off my robe, dropping it on top of her discarded towel.
I then step into the water and take a seat opposite her. She watches me through the rising steam, and as soon as I pick up and pack the bong, she scoots around to sit beside me. Watching as I light up and pull the sweet, intoxicating smoke deep into my lungs. Holding the smoke in, I sit back and pack her last pipe for the evening. Finally, my vision starts to go, and I'm forced to breathe out.
Alison watches, fascinated, as my breath whooshes out, without a trace of smoke showing. "How did you do that?" she asks.
"Do what?" I return, my head spinning.
"Not blow any smoke," she says accusingly.
"I didn't want to," I reply in the most aggravating tone I can conjure.
"Well, give me that," she cries, snatching the bong from my hand. "I want to try."
'This should be interesting,' I think to myself, grinning.
"Light it for me," she orders, "my hands are wet."
"Yes, miss," I acquiesce subserviently, "Right away, miss."
Alison snorts into the bong and pulls a few puffs from the cone. "Don't do that!" she cries. "Now pack me another one."
"Yes, miss," I take the bong from her with downcast eyes.
"Stop it," she giggles.
"Stop what, miss?" I ask as I pack the bong.
"STOP CALLING ME MISS," she all but yells.
"Of course..." I say, "...mistress."
"Stop it!" she giggles, punching me in the arm. "Now give me that."
I hand her the bong, pick up the lighter, and wait for her to take a few deep breaths as she gets her giggles under control. When she nods and puts her lips to the mouthpiece, I light it for her. Now it is my turn to be surprised. I watch her pull on the bong until the cone empties and air whistles down the stem.
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. As I look back, she emits a couple of tiny snorts, and tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, but, somehow or other, she keeps the smoke in her lungs. I take the bong from her and set it aside. Finally, she releases her breath explosively. Grinning tightly, she dashes the tears from her eyes and lowers her head into her hands.
"Oh wow!" she moans, "My head's really spinning. I did it, but I don't know if I want to try again."
"Well, you're not going to get the chance tonight," I tell her, "You've had more than enough. Are you all right?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, then groans, "Ooooh, that makes me dizzy."
"Here," I say, and pull her into my lap, where she curls up and rests her head on my shoulder. I cup her bottom in my hand and gently run my fingertips along the length of her pouting pussy lips.
"Mmm, that's nice," she murmurs, snuggling closer.
Under my light touch, I feel her vulva begin to swell, and her breathing quickens. I lay my finger along the length of the tight split between her labia and press inwards; they give way before me and clasp my finger in their sweet, slick, warm embrace.
Alison moans softly, deep in her throat, and pushes back against my hand, "Mmmm, yesss," she murmurs, kissing my chest, "Tickle my pussy. Make me feel good again."
Happy to comply, I whisper, "Yes, mistress," and feel, more than hear, her soft giggle. I gently trace the lines of her inner labia within the pliable folds of her maturing pussy, brushing my fingertip over the pebbly hardness of her clit, nestled at the top of her precious little slit. Back along the length of her vulva, I trace, carefully skirting the tight entrance to her vagina, I lightly tickle her perineum, causing her to wriggle.
Back and forth along the sweet, slick length of her beautiful pussy, I drag my finger, while she makes happy little noises and squirms contentedly. Once, as my finger passes near her vagina, one of her wriggles causes the tip to slip inside, and she stops dead. But as I carefully begin to extract it, she stops me and says, "No, it's all right, you can put your finger in me."
"You sure?" I whisper into her hair.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "I was just testing you before."
"Really, why?" I ask.
"I wanted to make sure you was as nice as Jenny said you was," she replies.
"Oh!" I remain still as I digest this.
"Well, hurry up and stick it in," she interrupts my thoughts and wriggles against my hand. "Oooh!"Oh, you like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles, teasing her with just the very tip.
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Are you sure?" I tease her, changing the direction of the rotation.
"Yes, I'm sure," she hisses, "Now put it in properly."
"Really, REALLY sure?" I tease and flick another finger across the tip of her clit.
"YES!" she cries in frustration, then moans a long drawn out, "No!" as I pull my finger completely free of her vagina. "Put it back," she pleads, almost whimpering, "Please, put it back. I really want it. I need it."
I tease the soft skin of her perineum, from her tightly clenched anal pucker to the back of her heated, swollen labia for a few more seconds, enjoying her frustrated moans and wriggles as she tries to trap my questing digit. I catch her hand as she tries to grab my wrist and guide me into her. Then after a few more seconds of teasing to heighten her anticipation, I insinuate my fingertip between her enlarged labia and slowly slide it home, into a heated, glove-like sheath that opens before me and clasps my intruding finger in an unbelievably tight embrace.
"Yes!" She hisses, "Oh, yes! That feels so good. Move it in and out. Fuck me with your finger."
As I start sliding my finger in and out, she hisses again, and again, "Yes, Yes, Oh, yes! So good."
Releasing her trapped hand, I slide my other hand down over her gently undulating belly and insinuate it between her slim thighs, brushing the side of my forefinger across the tip of her distended clit. "Again!" she squeaks, "Do it again."
She pulls her upper leg up to her chest, giving me plenty of room, between her legs. Turning my hand to cup her bulging mound, I rub my palm in small circles over her engorged clitoris, drawing further squeaks and moans of excitement from her barely pubescent frame.
A new idea strikes me and I completely withdraw my finger from her clasping sheath. "No!" she moans, "Put it back. I want to cum so bad." Then, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" as I slide the index finger of my other hand into her young box.
At the same time, I circle the crinkled pucker of her little anus. Back and forth, my hands shuttle between her legs, swapping fingers with each gentle thrust into her body, Alternately teasing her clit and her bum hole. "Oh Yes! God yes!" she squeaks, "Faster, do it faster."
I comply with her wishes and soon my hands are flying back and forth between her quivering thighs, until a particularly violent wriggle on her part causes me to push the finger of one hand into her vagina before the other is out of the way.
She tenses at the added intrusion and I stop dead, with the middle finger of each hand half buried in her tight little twat, scared that I've hurt her. "No," she gasps, "don't stop! Push 'em right in."
I try to do so, but the rest of my fingers become entangled in each other. I pull my finger out and she cries, "No, put them back. Oh!" she squeaks as I replace them with the first two fingers of my right hand, driving them home to the last knuckle as I caress her clit with the ball of my thumb.
"Oh yes!" she squeals ecstatically, "fuck my pussy with your fingers. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck," she babbles obscenities in time with the thrusts of my fingers into her body. With the fingers of my left hand, I begin circling her tightly clenched anal sphincter, teasing her as I plunge the fingers of my other hand in and out of her creaming cunt.
"Eek!" she squeals shrilly. "What are you doing?" she asks as her anus relaxes under my orbiting finger and opens to accept the tip.
"Relax," I soothe her, still teasing her clit, but keeping the rest of my fingers still, "you're going to love this."
"But it's dirty," she objects.
"Very nasty," I agree, "But it's going to drive you wild."
"Does Jenny like it?" she asks.
"She loves it," I say.
"Well okay," she agrees timorously, "But you've got to stop if I tell you to."
"Of course," I agree and gently work my fingers back and forth, not actually moving them, just encouraging the tightly clenched rings of muscle to relax.
Her vagina is the first to ease up and she releases a drawn out sigh of satisfaction as my fingers slide home within its sweet, rubbery confines. Gradually, as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her tight vaginal sheath, I feel her anus relax and the first knuckle of my finger slips, with a rush, into the warm, buttery confines of her rectal passage.
She squeals at the sudden intrusion and I stop as I ask, "Are you okay? Does it feel all right?"
"It feels funny," she answers, "sort of like I need to poo, but it feels good too."
"It gets better," I tell her and continue.
A few seconds later, she has taken my entire finger into the buttery depths of her bowels and is rocking her hips back and forth, forcing herself harder onto my fingers as I plunge them alternately into her holes. "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!" she yelps excitedly, "Fuck my bum, fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me!" Her voice rises in pitch and she cries, "Oh, Oh God, it's, it's happening, I'm gonna cum. I'm, I'm, I'm, ... Ohh, I'm cum...aieee."
Her voice mounts to a shrill scream that she muffles by turning her face into my chest, as I drive my finger into her tightly clenched rear passage and she cums. Her exquisitely tight little vagina and anus become even tighter, as they clamp down on my deeply buried fingers, clenching and relaxing rhythmically, again and again, as she shudders through the most intense experience of her young life.
Slowly her tremors subside, reduced to occasional twitches and shivers. She draws a shuddering breath and her forehead bangs against my chest twice before she finds the strength to lift her head and look up into my eyes. Blinking away the tears of reaction, she licks her lips and whispers, "It never ever felt that good before, thank you."
"You're welcome," I whisper back, "Do you want it to feel even better?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "No way!" she cries, "It couldn't get any better than THAT! I'd die." A sudden smirk flashes onto her face, "But you're right, I'd die happy."
"Well you don't quite die," I grin back, "but I have made Jenny pass out a few times. Wanna give it a go?"
"Maybe," she grins up at me, "Can I do it to you?"
"You can try," I say, "but it's a lot harder to do it to a man."
"How come?"
"I guess it's because a girl can have lots of orgasms straight after each other," I explain, "Most men can only have one orgasm at a time. So to do it to a man, you have to make it really good."
"Why do girls get lots?"
"Probably because a man doesn't have to carry something as big and heavy as a bowling ball around inside his belly for months and then squeeze it out through a hole this big," I hold up my circled thumb and forefinger by way of demonstration. She giggles at my explanation and I continue, "A girl gets more and better orgasms to make up for it."
"So how do I make it really good for you?" she asks with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"By nearly making me cum and stopping and then doing it again and again."
"Uh-huh," she nods her understanding, "like you told me in the lounge."
"Just like that," I agree.
"Can I do it now?"
"Not tonight honey," I say and her face falls. "It would take too long and you've got to go to bed pretty soon."
"Do I have to," she protests, "Mum won't know."
"But I will," I say, "I promised your mama you'd be in bed by nine thirty."
"Ten," she automatically corrects me.
"Okay. Ten," I say.
"But I want to suck your cock like Jenny does and let you squirt in my mouth and I want you to fuck me too."
"Well you'll have to make up your mind there," I say with a grin, "I can only cum once more before your bedtime. What's it going to be, fuck or suck?"
"Both!" She giggles a little self-consciously, "Uh, Jenny says you do something to her sometimes," her voice tapers off into silence.
"Like what?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but enjoying her mental squirming.
"Um, she says you lick her pussy," she says.
"I think I can manage that," I grin, "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yeah, you can get your finger out of my bum," she giggles, "I want to pee."
I pull my fingers free of her sweet pussy and tight little anus and help her from the water. Taking up the towel, I wrap it around her slim body and briskly rub her dry.
Chapter 6 - 'Golden' Shower Time.
"How do I turn off the spa?" I ask.
Alison reaches down to the controls and kills the blower and says "We'll just cover it up and leave the heater on so it's ready for tomorrow."
She then helps me spread an insulating cover over the water and we gather up Rene's clothes, my robe and the bong. She pouts when I put the bong and bowl away. I follow her through the laundry and into the toilet, dumping Rene's clothes along the way.
Alison stands in front of the toilet and when I make no move to continue through to the bathroom, she asks, "Do you want to watch me pee?"
"If you'll let me," I reply.
"That's rude," she giggles and sits on the pot, spreading her legs wide.
"Hang on," I say and kneel down on the tiled floor in front of her. I guide her into a slightly hunched position at the back of the seat, with her pelvis tilted upwards. Using my thumbs, I pull apart her rubbery labia and stare into the sweet pink furrow thus revealed.
"This is so naughty, but it's making my pussy feel all tingly inside too."
"Just looking at your beautiful little pussy is making me tingly too," I say.
She suddenly pulls herself upright and pushes my hands away from her pussy. "Get that mirror, I want to look too," she says, pointing around the corner into the bathroom.
I get up and get the magnifying, makeup mirror, then kneel before her and helping her back into position.She holds the mirror on one of her thighs, tilting it until she has a good view of her puffed-up vulva, as I once again stretch her pussy lips apart.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate her glistening pink bits before she starts pointing. "That's my clitoris, right? What do you call these?" she points at her inner lips.
"Here," I say, taking away one hand and guiding her free hand into place, "You hold this side." Taking her pussy lip between thumb and forefinger, she stretches it much further than I would have dared, pulling the other from beneath my thumb. Emulating her, I secure the other and stretch it the same way, until her vagina, a deep, wet cavern of mystery, opens up of its own accord.
"Ok," I say, pointing at her clit, encased within its hood. "This bit is actually the prepuce, or hood of your clitoris. Here inside it," I gently pull it back to reveal her iridescently shining, pink pearl, "is your clitoris. It's got more nerves in it than the skin of your whole back. That's why it's so sensitive.
"These here," I trace the taut lines of her outer labia, "are your labia majora, that means big lips, they're also called outer pussy lips. Now can you work out what these are?" I point to her inner lips.
"Little lips?" she answers questioningly.
"That's right, labia minora, that means little lips, or inner pussy lips. And of course you know what this is." I say, sliding a finger deep into her vagina.
"My vagina," she giggles.
"Right, or pussy hole, cunt hole or fuck hole. And this is your pee hole or urethra." I say, tickling the tiny slit below her clitoris.
As soon as I do so, I know it is a mistake. She giggles at the feathery touch, and I feel the tiny opening bulge under my fingertip as a pale golden spurt of urine shoots out. Blocked by my finger, it sprays sideways onto her legs and up onto her belly.
"Oops, sorry," she giggles, getting it under control and choking off the flow.
"'Sa'right!" I reply in a gravelly voice.
"Greg?" her voice is so low as to be almost inaudible.
"Yes?"
"Will you do it again?" she asks in a small voice, "It felt good."
Obviously Jenny had at least managed to keep our games a secret when she spilled the beans to Alison, so I ask, "How would you like to sit on me and piddle all over me?"
Shocked, she lets another small spurt of pee go. Staring at me, she asks, "Isn't that dirty?"
"Not really, I've read that pee is clean enough to drink, even if it doesn't taste the best. But it is nasty, isn't it? Wanna try?" I grin up at her.
"Yeah!" she grins, "But we better do it in the shower so we don't make a mess. Now hurry up and help me, I'm bursting."
I take the mirror and put it to one side, then lift her and carry her to the shower cubicle, where I sit half-reclining in the base. Alison, already spraying pee, straddles me and, stretching her pussy lips to the sides, she sits in my lap, with my rampant cock between them. Her piss is hot on my flesh as it sprays in all directions, all over my belly and legs and up my chest almost to my chin.
Alison throws her head back and closes her eyes as she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my engorged member. Deep in her throat, she moans in ecstasy. I lift my hands to tweak her tumescent nipples, and she places her hands over mine, crushing my fingertips closed on the stiff fleshy nubbins.
All too soon, the steamy flow stops, and she groans in disappointment. Shifting my hands to her hips, I lift her glistening wet pussy to my mouth. Clamping my lips over her pussy, I drag my tongue from one end of her slit to the other. She doesn't taste too bad, a little acrid and pretty salty, but nothing like the ammoniacal surprise my disgusting little brother once left in a cup on the table.
With a muffled cry, she grabs hold of the soap dish and grinds her pussy against my face. With my hands, I push her back an inch or so, so that I can better service her sweet gash. Pointing my tongue, I probe between her fat labia, searching for the entrance to her vagina. When I find it, I drive my tongue inside and wriggle the tip, causing her to yelp with pleasure.
Withdrawing my tongue, I pull her pussy lips apart and find her rock-hard little clitoris. Each flick of my tongue over the fat little nubbin wrings an animalistic growl of pleasure from her, and she tries to force her oozing gash against my face. I suck the blood-filled little shaft between my lips and reach around behind her. Then, as I bite down with my lip-cushioned teeth on her pulsating clit, I drive my thumb deep into her vagina.
Her whole body goes rigid, and I hear her grunt solidly as her cunt goes into spasms around my thumb. With a jerk that makes me fear for the soap dish, she thrusts her hips forward and grinds her adolescent pussy against my lips. Again and again, her young body convulses as I extend her orgasm with my flickering tongue on her swollen clit, until finally, unable to take any more, she loses her grip on the soap dish and starts to slide down the wall.
Keeping my thumb embedded in her contracting vagina, I carefully lower her back into my lap and cradle her head against my shoulder. Gradually, her breathing slows, and she moans, lifting her head to look up at me. "Oh, wow!" she groans, "That was so good. But how could you lick my pussy when it had piddle all over it?"
"Like I said," I reply, "It's clean, and it doesn't taste too bad when it's fresh. So you liked having your pussy licked."
"God yes!" she exclaims, "You can lick my pussy any time." Her face takes on a meditative look, and she asks, "Do you want to piddle on me now?"
"Alison," I say, giving her a serious look, "are you saying that because you want me to, or just because you think you have to do it, because I let you do it to me?"
"No," she replies, "I want you to do it, but I don't know if I want to taste it."
"Well, don't then," I reply, "What Jenny told you is true; if you don't want to do it, you don't have to. And if you do want to try or do something, just ask me. I might say no, but I won't get mad, or think any less of you for it. On the other hand, if I ever find out you did something you didn't want to, just because you thought it would please me or somebody else, then I'll never play these games with you again. Okay?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, looking serious. "Now can you piddle on my boobs and pussy?"
"Well, there's a little problem there," I reply with a grin, "Men can't pee when they're hard."
She scoots back, looks down at my rampant cock, and giggles, "I'd call that a big problem. I still don't know how it's going to fit in me."
"Well, it's not really THAT big, they come in all sizes, and some can be twice as big. And think about it for a moment, if a baby can come out of that hole, there shouldn't be any problems getting my baby maker into it."
"I guess you're right," she giggles. "And do they really get that big?" she asks, her eyes widening with incredulity.
"Yup, that big," I grin at her, "Big enough to tickle your tonsils, I'm just an average sort of bloke."
"Well, you're still too big for what I want now," she pouts, "How do I make it small?"
"Well, you could pump the cream out," I respond, knowing what her reaction to that will be.
Sure enough, she objects strenuously, "No, you've got to fuck me tonight. Is there any other way?"
"Well, there's always the cold shower," I reply.
Before I have a chance to stop her, she pulls herself free of my impaling thumb and turns the cold tap on full, causing us both to gasp. Immediately, my erection wilts like a chocolate Easter bunny in a blast furnace, and I struggle to my feet. I shut off the icy water and glare down at her, "Actually, I was just going to use a wet cloth, that was a bit much."
"You did say a cold shower," she says through chattering teeth. She looks down at my shriveled member and giggles, "Anyway, it worked, and you can piddle on me now."
"Let's warm up a bit first," I say. Turning the shower head to the wall, I adjust the temperature to as hot as I think she can stand and turn the spray back on us. Alison gasps at the heat but turns her face up into the falling water.
Once we stop shivering, she reaches for the taps and turns off the water. Taking a firm hold on my somewhat recovered member, she says, "Okay, you can give me another sort of shower now."
With a conscious effort of will, I relax my bladder and send out a strong spurt of hot piss, which hits her in the belly. She jumps and squeaks at the impact but recovers quickly and aims my stream at her chest, moving it from side to side, coating both of her tiny breasts with my pee. She then trails the flow down over her belly and aims it at the juncture of her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart to direct it against her still-hard clit.
She moans at the impact, and my cock begins to harden in response. Then, in a surprising move, she drops to her knees and aims the golden stream at her face. With one hand, she furiously masturbates her clit, the other holding my cock steady as she turns her face back and forth in the hot outpourings of my bladder.
With amazing rapidity, my cock continues to harden, and she has to fight it down to keep it aimed at her beautiful elfin face. It is with some difficulty that I force the last of my pee out, releasing it in short, sharp bursts.
Keeping her eyes closed, she releases my cock to slap wetly against my belly and lowers her hand to join the other between her legs. Her left hand furiously rubs and pinches her swollen, bruised-looking clit, while the other delves deeper, and she drives three fingers as far as she can force them into her box. Leaning back against the wall, she rapidly plunges them in and out, driving herself towards another massive climax, her head banging unnoticed against the tiles.I drop to my knees in front of her, slipping a hand behind her head to cushion it, as I take hold of her left nipple with the other. Leaning forward, I take her starboard teat between my teeth and start to gently chew on it. I taste my own, stronger-flavored urine on her skin, but caught up in pleasuring her, I ignore it and concentrate on flicking my tongue back and forth across the stiff, rubbery nubbin of flesh caught between my teeth.
In only a matter of seconds, she grunts, and her juvenile frame bucks beneath me as she cums. Thrusting her chest out and mashing the small hillock of her breast against my bared teeth, her orgasm is short and sharp, subsiding as quickly as it rose. A few seconds later, her chest heaving, she pulls away from me.
I sit back on my heels and look down into her glistening face as she gets her breathing under control. Taking hold of her wrist, I pull her fingers from her ravaged twat and lift them to my lips. Feeding her fingers into my mouth, I wash the bitter taste of my piss away with the succulent juices of her spend.
A moment later, I hear her ask, "Uh Greg, could you turn the shower back on so I can wash my face and open my eyes?"
I slip my arm beneath hers and help her to stand on trembling legs, then adjust the water to a comforting warmth. She turns her face up into the falling water and leans into me as she luxuriates in the soothing spray. A minute later, she turns the water off and, keeping her arm around my waist, she pulls me from the shower.
We roughly towel ourselves dry and make a dash for the lounge, where we take our time to properly dry each other in front of the wall furnace. I then take a couple of cushions from the couch and pull Alison down to sit between my legs in the warm blast of air coming from the grill, as I attend to her hair for the second time that night.
When I'm done, she takes the brush from me and stands behind me while she does mine. She then starts to sit in front of me, but changes her mind. With a very definite, "Don't move," she skips from the room and returns a moment later, holding something behind her back.
She drops gracefully into a half lotus before me, giving me a clear view of her pretty, young pussy. I notice that even in this widespread position, the shell-like halves of her vulva remain mostly closed, though at the top, the hood of her clitoris is clearly visible, and at the bottom, I can see a black slit within a slit that indicates the position of her vaginal entrance.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate the delightful vista before her hands and the hairbrush block my view as she goes to work on my beard. Once she is satisfied that it is tangle-free, she divides it down the middle and then divides the right half into three. With nimble fingers, she quickly plaits it and says, "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."
I close my eyes and feel her fasten the end. "Keep them closed," she admonishes me, as she goes to work on the other side. Half a minute later, she finishes the left and says, "Ok, you can open them now."
I open my eyes and I'm presented with my horrendously magnified visage in the makeup mirror, and then I catch sight of what she has used to fasten the ends of the plaits. Two bright pink bows of inch-wide ribbon adorn the tips of my tightly plaited forked beard.
Cocking my head to one side like a bird, I say, "I think I can live with the plaits, but those ribbons have to go."
"I don't know," she says grinning, "I think they're kinda cute."
"Yeah 'ugly but fascinating'," I return, reaching up to tug them free.
"No!" Alison restrains my hand, "It's just a joke, here." She takes hold of one plait and tugs the ribbon off, replacing it with an elastic band, she then does the other and holds the mirror up again.
"You know, I think I like it," I say, turning my head this way and that to get a better look. "Now all I need to do is grow my hair long here," I indicate my temples, "and I'll look like a real barbarian.
"And do you know what barbarians do?" I ask with a leer.
"No," she replies with a grin that tells me she can make a good guess.
"They capture beautiful, young virgins and subject them to a fate worse than death," I growl, and suiting my actions to my words, I pluck the mirror from her hands and, setting it aside, I take hold of her and throw her over my shoulder.
Falling into the part, she feebly beats at my back and quietly shrieks, "Oh no, not that. Spare me, please spare me."
"Never," I say, gently swatting her on the backside, "I've captured you, and now I'm going to have my wicked way with you. The only question is; Where do you want it, here, your room or your mother's."
"My room," she declares and returns to beating my back with blows that might just concuss a gnat, while uttering shrieks that would be inaudible from across the room.
I rise to my feet and start to carry her from the room. "Oops," I say, setting her down, "we'd better take these with us or Rene's going to wonder what's going on." I throw her nightie at her, while picking up and slipping on my robe. I put the cushions back on the couch, while Alison takes care of the TV and Video. She then comes to stand before me, obviously waiting for me to put her back over my shoulder.
Taking a good grip on her hips, I do so, and she goes back to her thumping and squealing as I begin to detail the depraved and degenerate actions I intend to perform on her poor, defenseless body.
"First, I'm going to strip this flimsy rag from your, trembling terrified body and then I'm going to rub my great, filthy hands all over your sweet, innocent, little body like this." I demonstrate by trailing my hand up her legs, under the hem of her nightie, to gently squeeze and maul her delightfully firm buttocks.
"And then, I'm going to force my nasty fingers up inside your little girl's cunt like this." Again I suit actions to words and push my middle finger into the steaming, sopping wet, velvety passage that lies between her quivering thighs. As soon as my finger slides home, she goes limp, and a tremulous sigh escapes her lips. A moment later, she gains purchase by wrapping her arms around my chest and humps her hips up and down, fucking herself on my intruding digit.
"Come on," I say, withdrawing my finger from the tight, warm embrace of her youthful pussy. "We'd better get to your room, before I drop you here on the floor and fuck you right outside Rene's bedroom."
I shush her as she giggles and look in on Rene. Somehow or other, she has gotten herself entangled in the bed clothes. Her nightie is rucked up under her armpits, exposing the bottom of her ribs and cute little belly. The sheet and duvet are wrapped around her legs and lower body.
Setting Alison down on the floor, I carefully disentangle the bed clothes and fold them down to the foot of the bed. Rene doesn't even stir as I pull her nightie down. I wave Alison around to the other side of the bed so she can help me with the bedclothes, but instead of taking hold of the sheet, she flips the hem of her little sister's nightie up and, with a muffled giggle, pulls her leg to one side. Though the light from the hall is dim, the shadows sharply delineate the lines of her sweet young pussy, and I imagine that I can see just a hint of moisture in the deepest shadows.
"I dare you to kiss it," Alison whispers from across the bed, and I look up to see the light gleam from her teeth as she grins at me.
Grinning back at her, I carefully put my hands on either side of Rene's tiny frame and lower my lips to her pouting pussy. As I get closer, I inhale, and I detect more than a hint of an unmistakable odor, and I think to myself, 'well, she obviously liked the way I fixed her bathers, I wonder if she made herself cum.'
Drinking of the heady, intoxicating aroma of her arousal, I gently press my lips to the smooth, hairless skin of her five-year-old vulva. Then, unable to resist, I dip my tongue between her legs and taste of her sweet ambrosial nectar, dragging the rough tip of my tongue the full length of the fine crack separating the perfect, hairless halves of her pre-teen pussy.
It is with an extreme effort of will that I stop myself from falling upon her succulent little pudenda and devouring her whole. Instead, I reluctantly drag myself away and cover the source of my temptation.
I look up at Alison and meet her open-mouthed stare with a grin, waving for her to take hold of the sheet. Fumbling, she does so, and we draw it up under Rene's chin and carefully tuck her in. She then helps me with the duvet and lightly brushes her lips across her little sister's cheek, then motions for me to do the same.
As I do so, I feel her twitch as one of my braids tickles her under the nose, and I hastily pull back, watching as she frees a hand and scrubs it back and forth across her upper lip. With a little mumble, she rolls over onto her side and burrows her nose under the edge of the duvet.
Silently, I walk around the end of the bed, hold out my hand to Alison. Instead of taking it, she wraps her arm around my waist and snuggles into my side, pulling my hand down to cup her right breast through the soft cotton of her nightie.
She remains silent until we reach her room, but as soon as the door is closed, she turns until the tip of my cock rests between her budding breasts and looks up at me. In a mock accusing tone, she says, "I said, kiss it not lick it."
"But she smelled so good," I reply apologetically.
"So, what did she taste like, better than me?" her expression tells me what answer I'd better give to that question.
However, some little demon prompts me to say, "Yep." I wait for her expression to darken, before grinning and adding, "But, I haven't tasted you without pee sauce, so who can tell."
"Oooh, you, you, you bugger!" she says and thumps my chest."Seriously though," I say, "there are no better or worse, everybody is just as good as everybody else, just different. Of course, that doesn't count if you haven't washed for a week. In that case, I'll tell you, you stink and taste like shit."
She giggles at the last, and I grin back at her, "Want to hear something funny?" I ask.
"What?"
"I know how your baby sister got all tangled up like that," I say and wait.
Alison tries to outwait me, but her curiosity gets the better of her, and she asks, "How?"
"I think your little sister has found out that her pussy is good for more than peeing with, and she fingered herself to sleep."
"You're kidding," Alison giggles, "Rene?"
"Uh-huh," I nod, "she certainly smelled like it."
"And of course, you just HAD to taste her, just to make sure."
"Of course," I reply with an air of injured innocence.
"I think you're just a dirty old man, who likes to do naughty things to little girls," she accuses, "But that's all right, I'm a little girl and I want you to do naughty things to me right now."
"Come on," she starts pushing me towards the foot of the bed. I feel the edge against the back of my legs, and with a shove, she topples me onto it. She immediately starts tugging at the belt of my robe, and as soon as the knot gives way, she folds it back to expose my rampant member.
With a squeal of delight, she grabs hold, gives it a few quick pumps, and then takes hold of the hem of her nightie.
Smiling, I sit up and place my hands over hers, saying, "No, let me unwrap you."
She smiles shyly back at me and lets her nightie fall. I reach for the hem, and then an idea strikes me. She looks at me questioningly as I rise from the bed and go over to her dresser. It is identical to Rene's, and taking a chance, I tug open the top drawer. Yep, there are her knickers, a mixture of older cotton varieties and newer more grown-up ones. In a couple of cases, very grown-up. For the occasion, I choose a full, high-waisted, pair of plain, white, cotton underpants.
Alison looks at them askance for a few moments when I hand them to her, but their symbolism dawns on her, and she motions for me to turn around while she puts them on. She then tugs my robe closed and reties the belt. Pushing me back onto the bed, she stands before me, a picture of virginal innocence.
Chapter 8 - A Fate Worse than Death.
As I grasp the hem of her nightie, a look of apprehension flickers across her face, as she realizes that the moment of truth is almost upon her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask quietly.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "I'm just a little scared."
"It's ok to be scared," I tell her, and immediately the fearful look fades, though she continues to chew nervously on her lower lip. I lower my eyes to the hem of her nightie and start to slowly gather the material in my hands, inching it higher and higher.
With six inches of cloth in my hands, I pause to look up at Alison's face, where anticipation has started to crowd out her nerves. Letting my gaze fall once more, I resume gathering up her hem, raising it until her knickers come into view.
She has arranged them perfectly. Although they are a little on the small side, she has settled them low on her hips, so that the crotch is slightly baggy between her legs, giving no hint as to the shape of her pudenda. My heart thumps in my chest, and my hands tremble as I continue to lift the soft fabric of her nightie higher.
Again, I pause, just below the level of her breasts, and when I raise my eyes to hers, I'm met by her sweet, still slightly nervous smile. She raises her hands above her head, and I raise the nightie up to the level of her chin. Her tiny breasts have become even smaller, flattened when her skin is pulled tight by her upraised arms.
I stand to pull her nightie right off and toss it aside, before sitting back down on the bed and drinking in the sight of her perfect pre-teen body. She stands, a trifle self-consciously, before me, her hands folded protectively in front of her groin.
"Perfect, just perfect," I whisper, and she rewards me with a brilliant smile, dropping her hands to her sides. I hold out my arms to her, and she climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.
I gently enfold her in my arms, drawing her against my chest and pulling her head down to my shoulder. Her arms slip around me, and she hugs me convulsively, sending a thrill of pure love through me. I gently caress her back from the nape of her neck to the elastic waistband of her snow-white knickers.
Slowly, her arms relax, and she lifts her head to gaze lovingly into my eyes. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I gently pull her forehead down to my lips, planting a soft kiss just below her fringe. She then does the same for me. Taking turns, we exchange sweet, soft kisses in this fashion, eyelids, cheeks, nose, and chin.
Finally, lip meets lip, at first gently, almost chastely, but it quickly becomes more as, moaning, she parts her lips and increases the pressure of her hand on the back of my head. Experimentally, I probe between her soft, sweet lips with the tip of my tongue, and she meets it with her own. Teasingly, she flicks the tip of my tongue with hers and pulls back, inviting me deeper.
I follow, and again, her tongue greets mine, following it as I explore the warm, minty cavity of her mouth. She briefly twines her tongue around mine before gently crowding it out of her mouth, and I feel her tongue agilely exploring the interior of my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel her lips tighten, and she pulls back, grinning. "I just realized," she says, giggling, "that's the first time we kissed properly."
"I guess that is pretty funny," I smile back at her.
"Yeah," she giggles, "I've jerked you off, and sort of sucked your cock, and you've fingered me and licked my pussy, and we've piddled all over each other, but this is the first time we've really kissed properly."
"Well, do you like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she replies, "but I want to feel what it's like to fuck now."
"Not so fast," I say, grinning, "you only get one first time. I want this to be really special for you. Now close your eyes and enjoy."
Taking her beautiful elfin face between my hands, I press my lips to her forehead, then gently to each of her eyelids. She squeaks in surprise as I flick the tip of my tongue over her eyelid, and her eyes snap open. "Keep them closed," I gently admonish her as I kiss them closed again.
Her cute little retroussé nose is next, and she giggles as I completely cover it with my lips and gently nip at the tip. "Shhh." I trail kisses and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and nibble around her earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations. I follow the line of her jaw, working my way around to her other ear with a rapid series of nibbling kisses. Again, she squirms as I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug gently. I work my way across her cheek to her slightly parted, moist lips.
She moans in disappointment as I just flick my tongue across her lips and abandon them to gently bite her chin. Next, I kiss and nibble her throat, causing her to throw her head back. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take her throat in my teeth and feel her entire body shiver convulsively.
Moving my lips to her right shoulder, I kiss and bite along her collarbone. I then press my tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat before moving on to her left shoulder. As my lips move down her chest, she arches her back to present her small breasts up for my attention.
Cradling her in my arms like a baby, I turn and carefully lower her to the bed. Kneeling beside her, I suck her entire right breast into my mouth, enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple everting itself under my tongue. Leaving a wet trail across the center of her chest, I move on to her left breast, teasing the nipple erect with a series of rapid flicks of my tongue. I then take it between my teeth and bite down gently. With a quiet moan, she arches her back and presses the surrounding flesh to my lips, then moans again as I release it.
I feel her tense as I trace a direct line from the hollow at the base of her throat on an arrow-straight journey towards her navel. At the last moment, I veer aside, and she relaxes with a sigh. A moment later, she folds up like a jackknife around my head and emits a muffled shriek as I plunge my tongue into the sensitive pucker positioned in the center of her belly.
From her navel, I move to her right hip and trace a line of wet kisses along the line of the waistband of her knickers. I then do the same along the legbands, holding her legs together when she would part them to give me access to the cloth-encased center of her being.
I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet, where, pulling them together, I suck both her big toes into my mouth at once, then concentrating on one foot, I take all of the toes into my mouth and lick along the undersides. I then suck on the toes of the other foot before turning her over onto her face.
I firmly grasp her ankle and give a broad, flat lick to the sole of her foot, causing her to squeal into the pillow and try to jerk it from my grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a similar response.
Back and forth from one leg to the other, I trail licks and kisses up her calves to the sensitive backs of her knees. I lick, and she squirms and squeaks yet again. Onwards and upwards, I lick and nibble up the backs of her thighs, centering my attention on the more sensitive inner surfaces.
By the time I reach her cotton-encased bottom, she is bucking her hips, forcing her mons into the mattress as a heavenly aroma rises from between her slim legs. I trace the line of her knickers, then briefly press my lips to each of the twin globes of her taut buttocks.She lifts her hips for me as I take hold of the waistband of her knickers, then lowers them again with a groan as I release them with just the top of the crease at the base of her spine showing.
Lowering my lips into the thus revealed valley, I work my way up her spine, pressing my lips to each hard, knobbly vertebra until I reach the base of her skull. Taking the back of her neck between my teeth causes her to shiver in reaction, her face coming clear of the pillow as she arches her head back, moaning deep in her throat.
I loosen the belt of my robe and sit back for just long enough to shrug it from my shoulders and let it fall to the bed. Then, before she can move, I nuzzle into the side of her neck as I spread it beside her. As I roll her on top of it, I find her lips with mine and part them with my tongue. Hungrily, she all but inhales my tongue, sucking on it like it was a small and prehensile cock. Just as hungrily, I explore every square millimeter that I can reach within her mouth before pulling back and slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.
As soon as she feels my hands on her hips, her eyes fly open and she looks down. Noticing my nakedness, she lifts her eyes to meet mine and mouths the single word, "Now?"
"Now," I confirm, and she lifts her hips for me. Slowly, I tug her knickers lower and lower, first exposing the top of her pubic mound and a few seconds later the start of the crease between her labia. Millimeter by millimeter, I unveil her sweet, hairless pussy until, in all its glory, it is revealed to me.
Immediately the fabric clears her bottom, she lowers it back to the bed and parts her legs slightly. As I tug her knickers lower, the fabric of the gusset sticks to the lips of her pussy, and when it does pull free, long gooey strands of her lubricants join her labia to the fabric. One by one they break, the last persisting until her knickers reach mid-thigh. Like a baby, she lifts her feet clear of the bed, and in a single swift motion, I divest Alison of the last of her clothing.
Raising the saturated fabric to my face, I inhale deeply, drawing the intoxicating aroma of her arousal deep into my lungs. Extending my tongue, I taste of her sweet juices, before setting the drenched bundle of cloth aside, on the night stand.
For a few moments longer, I gaze into her eyes, deeply moved by the look of complete and utter trust that I find there. No longer afraid, she is ready for that single, unique act, which signals the beginning of the end of her girlhood.
Slowly, but without hesitation, she lifts and separates her knees, giving me complete access to the most intimate part of her body. With infinite care, I move sideways to kneel between her feet. Craning her neck, she strains to see down between her legs to where my rigidly upstanding cock rises from its nest of wiry dark hair.
I gently push her head back to the pillows and, starting at the top of her head, I allow my gaze to fall on her, as I drink in every exquisite detail of her body. Her long, silky hair forms a golden corona that frames her narrow, lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a clear sky blue, bordered by long, almost invisible lashes. In the center of her face, between slightly reddened cheeks, lies her small, slightly retroussé nose, above barely parted, Cupid's lips.
I lower my gaze past her strong, slightly defiant chin and long, slender neck to the tiny, perfectly hemispherical mounds of her nascent breasts, crowned by tiny pea-sized nipples. Just enough fat covers her torso to conceal the lines of her ribs. In the center of her flat belly, my eyes find the perfect round dimple of her navel.
Lower still, I reach the swell of her young pubis, the white, untanned flesh of which remains unsullied by all but the finest of peach fuzz. Divided into perfectly symmetrical halves by the finest of cracks, it frames the stiffly upstanding nubbin of her iridescent little clitoris.
From it, my gaze traces the deep pink lines of her swollen inner labia to the narrow black slit of her vagina.
Her slim hips are just beginning to round and fill out into the lines of her emerging womanhood. Swifter now, I sweep my gaze over the slim, well-toned lines of her firm thighs; past knees slightly scarred by rough and tumble childhood activities, to firm, rounded calves; slim ankles and small, dainty feet.
Her eyes widen a little as I lean forwards to loom over her, and the tip of my prick brushes against the burning flesh of her swollen vulva. I gently pull one of the pillows from beneath her head, then, folding it double, I push it beneath the other, easing the strain on her neck. I then gently push one of her legs back towards her chest and guide her hand to hold it behind the knee. Getting the idea, she lifts the other leg of her own volition and takes hold of it too.
As she gazes down to where my cock hangs above her shining, puffed-up little pussy, I replace her hand on her right leg with my own, whispering, "I'll hold this leg, that hand has another job to do."
For a moment, she looks at me quizzically, and then her mouth forms a little 'O' of comprehension as she realizes that the moment is upon her, and that even now, I am giving her control of the situation.
She reaches down and around her backside and, fumbling a little, wraps her small fingers around my shaft. Then, taking a deep breath, she watches, with eyes as big as saucers, while she angles my rock-hard prick down towards her waiting pussy. Following her lead, I lower my hips slightly until the bulbous tip of my cock kisses the slick, hot ring of flesh at the entrance to her virgin pussy.
When she pushes her hips upwards and tries to force the fat crown of my prick into her body, I suggest, "Move it around a little and get everything nice and wet first."
Intently gazing at where the tip of my cock meets her labia, she begins dragging the head of my penis back and forth in the oily groove between her legs, gasping as it passes over her hypersensitive clit. I groan at the sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I feel the hot, rubbery flesh of her swollen labia open up around the tip of my cock and coat it with her sweet, slippery fluids.
I gently start to rock my hip, pushing as she brings the head of my cock up to circle the rigid little shaft of her clitoris and again as it passes over the center of heat and wetness that marks the entrance to her vagina. With each pass over her vagina, I press a little harder, until suddenly her labia opens up around me, and the top half of my swollen glans lodges in the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to her vaginal sheath.
My groan of pleasure mingles with her moaning gasp, and she stares, wide-eyed, at the point where our bodies have become one. Pressing inwards experimentally, I feel her open up around me until the tight ring of muscle closes, with a snapping sensation, behind the flaring crown of my rigid member.
Already, with barely the tip of my cock within the sweet, tight confines of her pre-teen pussy, I am close to cumming, and I hold myself rigidly still as I wait for the churning of my balls to subside. A few seconds later, Alison lifts her hips, and she moans deep in her throat as another inch of my cock slides into the tight, warm embrace of her juvenile pussy.
Carefully, I pull back half of that inch and then push downwards slowly, until her hand is caught between her swollen labia and my pubis and nearly half of my cock is buried in the warm, wet confines of her body. The slow, piston-like plunge of my manhood into her body seemingly forces a moan of delight from her slightly parted lips.
As I begin to pull back, Alison takes her hand from my shaft and takes hold of her leg, allowing me to lower my hand to the bed. I withdraw until the flare of my cock catches at the entrance to her vagina, then reverse my direction and push back into her, gaining another fractional inch of penetration.
Briefly, I lift a hand from the bed to guide the motions of her pelvis, in counterpoint to my thrusts. She quickly picks up the rhythm, squeaking as she lifts her hips when I push down and dropping them with a moan as I pull back. Half a minute later, my pubic bone kisses hers as I push the last quarter inch of my shaft into the incredibly hot, tight clasp of her velvety vaginal sheath.
"Oh my God, it's in," Alison breathes disbelievingly, gazing raptly at the point of juxtaposition.
"How does it feel?" I ask, as I fight down the cum rising in my balls.
"Wonderful," she whispers. "It feels so good I don't want you to take it out. Ever." She wiggles her hips a little, grinding her pebbly clit between our bodies and moans, "Oh wow, that makes my tingle bump feel sooo good."
"Noooo, put it back!" she moans as I pull back, slowly and steadily until only my glans remains within her. Followed by a single drawn-out hissing, "Yesssss!" as I push back into her, not stopping until her clitoris is crushed between our pelvises. "Again!" she yelps from between clenched teeth.
I back out a little faster and plunge back into her body, rotating my hips as our bodies come together, crushing her clit between us. "Oh Yessss!" she squeals, "Fuck me harder!"
Her face becomes a mask of pleasure, and her hips jerk up to meet mine as I plunge faster and faster into her receptive pre-teen body. Our bodies meet with a wet slapping sound, and before long, she releases her grip on her legs and wraps them around my waist, using the extra leverage to pull me into her with greater and greater force. Her fingers dig bruisingly into the muscles of my upper arms, and I use the pain as a focus to keep myself from cumming too soon.
Each time our bodies meet, she rotates her hips, grinding her engorged clit into my pubic mound. Beyond coherence, she moans and squeals deep in her throat, thrashing her head from side to side.Suddenly, from deep within her body, there rises a keen that is purely animal in nature, and she goes into convulsive spasms beneath me.
Surrounding my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal sheath contracts in rippling waves, triggering my own climax. Jet after searing jet of my white-hot seed burns a path through the shaft of my cock, to splash deep inside her body, up against the neck of her womb. Almost crushing her beneath me, I press my face into the pillow above her head, muffling her howls of pleasure against my chest, even as I bite into the pillow to control mine.
On and on her orgasm continues, the milking action of her vaginal walls prolonging mine long past the point where my balls have run dry, leaving my prostate convulsing painfully. Finally, her climax ends, and my own burning contractions are allowed to cease.
Before I crush her totally, I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and the back of her legs and hold her to me as I roll over onto my back. Groaning, she tries to lift her head, but she is so spent that it falls back with a thump onto my chest. Mustering what little strength remains to me, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and help her look up into my face.
"How did you like your first time?" I ask her with a grin.
"I loved it," she whispers back. "I felt like I was going to die, and I didn't even care. Thank you."
"Thank you!" I whisper back. "Thank you for sharing one of your most precious moments with me. How do you feel now?"
"Fucked!" she replies with a wan smile.
"Yes, you certainly are that," I say, with a quiet laugh.
"I'm too tired to hit you," she giggles, lowering her head back to my chest. "So you'll have to imagine I just did."
Some time later, I'm woken by Alison shivering in my arms and a burning ache in my balls that tells me I have overspent myself. Carefully, I roll her sleeping body off me, my now shriveled cock pulling free of her freshly fucked pussy. Surprisingly, only a tiny trickle of sperm leaks from her vagina, but just in case, I roll her up in my robe before lifting her to my shoulder, while I pull back the bedclothes. She is so exhausted that even when I slip and drop her the last foot to the mattress, she doesn't even stir.
A glance at the clock beside her bed, as I pull the sheet and duvet up over her cocooned body, reveals that it is only ten thirty, but even after resting for half an hour or so, I barely have the strength to stagger through the house and douse all of the lights but the one in the hall. Finally, I stumble into the master bedroom and crawl between the sheets.
Some time later, I'm woken by a tiny hand shaking my shoulder. Blearily, I blink my eyes, finally managing to focus, in the dim light from the hall, on Rene's little face. "Greg," she says in a small voice, "I've wet the bed. Can I sleep with you?"She steps into them for me, and I pull them up snug on her hips. Then, as has become usual, I slip a finger into the leg band and brush my knuckle along her slit a few times as I pull the front panel taut.
Again, she gets a dreamy look on her face, and she pouts a little when I stop. Picking her up, I settle her on my hip and carry her as I shut off the tap and turn off the lights on my way to the bedroom, where I toss her onto the bed. She giggles as she lands and bounces a few times.
"Okay, you, wriggle in here," I say to her, pulling back the corner of the bedclothes. She quickly slips under the sheets and wriggles across to make room for me to slip in beside her. As I pull the covers over us, she snuggles up to my front and pulls my arm around her, then tucking her hand in mine, she hugs it to her chest and presses her little bottom even more firmly into my belly.
I lift up onto my elbow to look down at her, and she turns her head to look back. I smile at her and whisper, "Goodnight, little one."
"G'night," she murmurs and puckers up for a kiss.
I briefly press my lips to hers, then lower my head to the pillow and reach behind me to turn out the light. And with the sweet little girl smell of her hair filling my nostrils, I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 10 - Rene Too.
"I said I was going to suck your cock and drink it all," Alison grins up at me from between my legs, silhouetted against the curtained window by the first chill light of the dawn.
Her tight little fist continues the slow pumping action that had awoken me.
"What about Rene?" I ask, not yet sure that she should be joining our games.
"Don't worry about her, she's still asleep," Alison reassures me, even as she leans forwards and engulfs the head of my prick in her warm, wet mouth. Something about her answer leaves me feeling uneasy, but the sensation of her lips being forced open by the turgid, purple crown of my cock leaves little room for thinking.
She sucks on it like a baby for a couple of seconds, then pulls free with a sloppy, wet, sucking slurp. With her fingertips lightly digging into the top of my cock, she resumes sliding the skin sheathing my shaft up and down jerkily. Then once again, she forces the soft tight ring of her lips down over my swollen glans.
Somehow or other, the inexperience of her cock sucking and the knowledge that it's her first time excites me even more than a more talented attack on my prick would do. Groaning with the imminence of my release, I open my eyes to see Rene crouched between my thighs, with my prick in her tiny hands and her small red lips surrounding the head as she licks the tip.
Even as my mind screams at the wrongness of this, my balls pulse powerfully, and with an incredible burning spasm, I pump a massive surge of semen into her warm, wet mouth.
Surprised by the sudden eruption in her mouth, her head jerks upwards, and her eyes meet mine. Immediately, she freezes, an obscene drool of jism dripping from the corner of her parted lips. She does not even seem to notice the hot, searing splashes on her cheeks, chin, and lips as my prostate empties my balls into her face. Over and over again, my loins spasm, endlessly draining my seed, to coat her tiny, perfect features with my viscous, creamy ejaculate.
Finally, an eternity later, the fountaining jets become a slow upwelling that seeps from the bloated tip of my shaft to ooze down the sides and over her diminutive fists.
Chapter 11 - "I Can Too."
She crouches there, unmoving, her eyes locked to mine, like some small creature fascinated by a snake, her tiny face plastered with my cum. Thick, white, stringy curds drip from the tip of her nose and the point of her tiny chin. She too holds me just as fascinated, unable to blink, move or speak, barely able to think.
"Greg, are you awa... OH WOW!" Alison's voice suddenly breaks the silence.
Immediately, Rene's tiny face collapses in on itself, and her tears mingle with my cum as she begins to cry. She grabs the sheet and pulls it over her head, hiding her face from us as she curls into a tiny quivering ball of abject misery.
I have to literally pry the sheet from her fingers before I can gather the sobbing little girl in my arms, murmuring reassurances as I rock her back and forth. Reaching out to Alison, I pull her to me, and her arms join mine in cradling her little sister.
Gradually, our comforting words penetrate her misery, and she begins to relax. With an almost convulsive motion, she uncoils and throws her tiny arms around my neck, burrowing her hot, sticky face into the side of my neck. Alison pulls herself close against her baby sister's back, and brushing her hair aside, she begins to softly kiss the soft skin just in front of Rene's ear.
Ever so slowly, Rene's sobs become further and further apart, finally turning to occasional gulps. Sniffling, she lifts her head to be met by two pairs of eyes filled with love. Alison continues her soft, caressing kisses, occasionally pulling back a little to lick the salty mixture of semen and tears from her lips.
I smile into the sad little face before me, and slowly, tentatively, she returns it wanly. Then, giving her every chance to object or retreat, I slowly bring my lips closer to hers. Barely brushing against them, I kiss her tenderly, trying to project as much love and reassurance as I possibly can. After a few seconds, she presses back into the kiss and surprises me by parting her lips slightly and gently sucking on mine.
A moment later, she pulls back with a squeak and turns an accusing look on her grinning sister. "Whatcha do that for?"
"Because it tastes nice?" Alison replies unrepentantly, darting back in to take another swipe at Rene's cheek with her tongue.
Again, Rene squeaks, then giggles. Seeing this as a good way to complete this tiny child's recovery, I make a very sloppy pass over Rene's other cheek from her chin to her temple, making her pull her head in like a turtle and squeal with laughter. Together, Alison and I lap the salty cocktail from Rene's little face, relishing every obscene droplet with noisy slurps and smackings of our lips.
"Feeling better?" I ask the squirming, giggling bundle in my arms, when we have collected every last dribble of tears, semen, and even little girl snot.
"Yes-s-s, s-st-sst-op," she giggles, trying to hide her face and avoid our darting tongues.
"Oops, missed a bit," I say and lift her up to lick at a small dribble between her tiny nipples, then blow a zoober on each minuscule point.
"Oooh, stop, I'm going to widdle," she squeals.
"Really?" I ask and blow another zoober in her belly button.
"Oooh, stop, I need to go real bad," she squeaks.
"Let's go then," I say, pushing Alison aside and rolling from the bed with a squirming Rene tucked under my arm. I take two steps towards the door and feel the chafing of my jocks, which Rene had tucked under my balls.
"Uh, Alison," I ask, "could you fix my undies?"
Instead of unhooking them, she giggles and pulls them down my legs to my ankles. "There," she says.
Stepping from them, I quickly carry Rene into the toilet and set her on the floor. Even as she reaches for her knickers, she squeaks, and a small wet patch blossoms between her legs. "Help," she pleads.
Laughing, I flip down the seat and lift her onto it. "I want to watch you pee your knickers," I say, closing my hands over hers when she tries to tug them off.
"That's naughty," she giggles, as I lift her up onto the seat. Another spurt of pee escapes, and further dampens the crotch panel of her knickers. "Okay, here it comes."
The tightly woven fabric of her knickers briefly bulges outwards between her legs, and the stain spreads, turning the thin cotton cloth transparent and molding it to the smooth hairless flesh of her plump pussy lips. A second later, it trickles over her buttocks and dribbles into the bowl.
As soon as the first urgent pulse of urine leaves her body, she stops the flow and asks, "Help me like you did before?"
Smiling inwardly at the transparency of her request, I push the damp cloth of her knickers to one side and part her glistening little lips, watching as she begins to play with the flow of her pee. With little grunts, she stops and starts the flow, slows it to a trickle, then squirts it out with such force that she farts noisily. This makes her giggle so much that my finger slips into her slit and covers her pouting urethral opening. Suddenly, piss sprays everywhere, back over her vaginal entrance, up over her clit and into my face and onto the insides of her thighs.
She stiffens and goes suddenly silent, cutting off the stream in mid-flow, but when I don't pull back and instead gently massage the tiny opening, she relaxes, and another shower results before I get my finger out of the way. Moving it to the tiny pink button a bare half inch away, I tease it in gentle circles, feeling it swell under my ministrations, as I let the remainder of her flow trickle over the rest of my fingers.
"Do you always help girls pee like that?" Alison's voice asks from the doorway, making me jump.
"No, but it's fun when I do. Isn't it?" I answer, turning towards her. For the first time, I notice that all she is wearing is a tiny pair of knickers that are little more than a strip of almost transparent cloth held in place by elastic strings. Her little finger and thumb poke out on either side of that narrow strip as the other three fingers work in slow circles at the top of her slit.
"Yeah," she giggles, as Rene looks on, half scared, half amazed. "What did she mean, 'help like before'?"
I help Rene down from the seat and lift it to take care of my own pressing needs as I explain how she had wet the bed and I had hypnotized her into peeing for me earlier. I finish by saying, "I think she just likes it when I touch her pussy."
"Out of the way!" she yelps, as I give the customary three shakes, "You made me want to do it now.Crowding me aside, she slaps the seat back down with a rifle-like crack and wrenches her knickers down, even as she backs onto the pedestal and sits down. Then, safe from accidents, she turns a slightly strained, ingenuous smile on me, "Help me, please?"
Rene looks on in wide-eyed fascination as I kneel in front of her sister, finish pulling her knickers off, and force her legs out to their widest extent. Then, deciding to put on a good show for Rene, I slip two fingers into the glistening hole at the base of her big sister's slit.
Alison squeaks at the sudden intrusion, then grins at me as she squirts a quick spurt of golden pee into the palm of my hand. At the same time, she brings one hand down over her belly and toys with the solid, pea-sized bump of her clitoris.
I begin to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her tight, young vagina as she lets her scalding hot pee slowly trickle into the palm of my hand and over my fingers. Within seconds, she begins to gasp for breath, and her hips rock in time to my fingers within her vagina. Grasping her engorged clit between thumb and forefinger, she begins to squeeze and tug on it, her movements quickly getting rougher as she rapidly approaches climax.
Her other hand comes down, seizes my wrist, and moves my fingers faster and faster within her tight, clasping sheath. Losing control of her bladder, she sprays the remainder of her piss into my hand as her lips draw back in a snarl and a short, savage climax rips through her. Back arched, she begins to slip from the seat, driving herself down onto my fingers as she emits a series of short, sobbing cries.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting her!" Rene cries, beating on my back with her tiny fists. Taking hold of my wrist, she tries to pull my fingers from her sister's body, but as my hand is just about all that is supporting Alison, her efforts are futile.
Quickly recovering from her climax, Alison begins to giggle. "No, Rene, it's all right," she says, pulling herself off my fingers and back onto the seat. She catches her sister's tiny fists in her hands as Rene goes back to hitting me. "It's ok, Rene, he wasn't hurting me, he was making me feel really, really good."
"Really?" she asks, turning her eyes to her sister.
"Really," Alison answers, repeating herself for emphasis, "Really."
"I'm sorry I hit you, Greg," Rene turns her penitent little face to me. "I thought you were hurting Alison."
"It's ok," I tell her, "You were just protecting your sister. I wouldn't blame you if you'd hit me with a rolling pin."
"Speaking of protecting sisters," Alison says, "How come your sperm was all over Rene's face anyway?"
"He didn't do it!" Rene exclaims, leaping to my defense. "I made it happen."
"Come on, let's get cleaned up first, and then we'll talk about it in bed, where it's warm," I say, ushering Rene ahead of me into the bathroom.
I fill the basin with warm, soapy water and pause with the cloth in my hand to inspect Rene. From a point just above where her little slit begins, a dark stain disappears all the way down between her thigh, the soaking wet fabric tightly molded to and clearly outlining her juvenile mons. Under my close scrutiny, she blushes, the flush covering her from her forehead down to her tiny little nipples. Clasping her hands in the small of her back, she pushes her hips forwards, bringing her little pussy into even greater relief.
"I'm gonna wet my knickers next time," Alison declares, "That looks really rude."
Giggling, Rene brings a hand around to the front and readjusts her undies, pulling the leg bands together and drawing them up into her slit. "Fix my knickers, please," she says, the shy tone of her voice belied by the giggle that follows.
Kneeling, I slip my finger beneath the fabric and rub my knuckle up and down her slit several times, smoothing out the gusset of her knickers and finally settling it over her mound with a pat. I then smooth the air bubbles from beneath the fabric and firmly drag my finger along the full length of her slit, forcing the wet cloth up into her crack.
"It looks like she doesn't have any knickers on at all," Alison giggles, crouching to look closely at her baby sister's little pussy.
"I wanna see," Rene says, hunching over to look. However, as she bends, the fabric wrinkles, spoiling the effect. "Lift me up so I can look in the mirror," she orders.
Dropping the cloth in the basin, I put my hands under her arms and lift her to stand astride the sink. Insinuating my hand between her legs from behind, I use my fingers to push the fabric of her knickers back into her cleft and smooth it over her mound.
"Look at me," the happy little girl giggles, "I'm a rudie nudie. Can I take them off now, they feel yucky?"
Laughing, I lift her and stand her in the sink full of warm water. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly draw them down, turning them inside out on her legs. She squeaks and gives a little wiggle of her hips when the fabric finally pulls free of the tight clasp of her glistening pussy lips, and as I draw them further down her legs, she scratches at her slit, distractedly lifting her feet one at a time for me to remove her knickers.
Tossing the wet fabric aside, I take up the cloth and carefully wash her flat little chest and down over her belly, making her giggle as I give her protruding belly button a quick squeeze. Working lower, I have to clean around her finger, which is still softly stroking back and forth over her clit. Moving around to the back, I wipe off her little bottom, then separating her buttocks, I run the cloth back and forth over her little pink pucker a few times, making her giggle again and push back against my finger.
Then, as her legs seem to be weakening, I quickly wipe them down and lift her to the floor. Taking the towel held out by Alison, I briskly rub Rene dry, finally dislodging her finger from her slit as I dry it. "My turn," Alison says, and I look up to see her climbing on to the side of the bath and from there on to the vanity.
Wrapping Rene in the towel, I get up and apply the cloth to Alison's bulging mons. "No, do it properly," she says, pulling my hand up to her neck.
As I begin to wipe down her torso, she pushes a finger into her slit and slowly works it back and forth. With slow strokes, I carefully wash her tiny titties, gently tweaking her hard little nipples and teasingly moving away as she leans into my hand. Sliding the cloth lower, I wipe back and forth over her taut little belly, making her squeal with laughter as I push a finger into her navel and wriggle it back and forth.
Then, as I approach her mons, she brings her other hand to her pussy and stretches her labia apart, inviting me to thoroughly wash inside her slit. Moaning as my cloth-covered fingers pass over her clit, she presses down against my hand and rocks her hips back and forth. She squeaks in outrage as I lightly swat her rhythmically clenching buttocks but ceases the motion and lifts up off my hand.
Bringing the cloth around to the back, I find her waiting with her buttocks already obscenely parted, the crinkled dimple between them winking at me in the mirror. Chuckling, I drag the cloth along the full length of her arse crack, but skip over her puckered anus and continue down her legs.
"Ok, that's it," I say.
"No, it's not, you didn't wash my bottom properly," she replies accusingly.
"What?" I pretend shock, "You want me to touch your bum hole?"
"Yeah," she giggles, turning and thrusting her bum out so far that her cheek presses against the mirror.
Grinning, I bring the cloth back to her little pink rosebud and give it a thorough washing, making her wriggle and push back against the rough cloth. "Ok, that's it this time," I say, bringing the cloth down on her bottom with a wet slap.
Ignoring her outraged expression, I drop the cloth and lift her down. I grab another towel, but before I can cocoon Alison in it, she snatches the cloth from my fingers and cleans the drying semen from my dangling member and balls. She then scrubs at the wiry tuft of hair at the base of my belly. When she's finished, she tosses the cloth aside and takes up a towel to dry me.
By the time she's done with me, my cock has risen to attention, and after bestowing a quick kiss and wicked flick of her tongue on its shiny purple crown, she pats herself dry. Scooping Rene into my arms, I allow Alison to take hold of my rigid shaft and lead me back to her mother's bedroom.
"Now," I say, once I'm snuggled up between the two girls, with my fingers tucked between their legs and lightly brushing the outsides of their hairless, little mounds, "let's see if we can find out why I woke up with my cock in Rene's mouth. Rene, why were you playing with my penis this morning?"
"B'cause I saw Alison doing it to you last night," she admits. "But you already squirted, b'cause she was licking her hands and then she licked and sucked your penis. It surprised me when it squirted. Are you mad at me b'cause I didn't go to sleep?"
"No, I guess not," I reassure her, "But you know, you really shouldn't spy on people like that. And if you think my penis surprised you, well you REALLY surprised me. I thought it was a dream."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah, it was great," I tell her, "I just wish I'd been awake to feel it for longer. But then again, I probably would have made you stop, because it's not something little girls like you should do." I blithely ignore the fact that even 'big' girls, like her sister, shouldn't be doing it either.
"Can I do it again?" she asks, "I didn't get a very good taste last time."
"Yeah," I say, my cock twitching at the thought, "since you've already done it once, I guess you can do it again."
"Goody!" she squeals, squirming down under the sheets.
"Hang on a sec," I say, hauling her back out, "there's plenty of time for that later. Now what else did you see?"Nothing, you got up and I ran back to bed and fell asleep. Can I have a taste now?"
"In a minute, my penis needs a bit of a rest first. Would you like me to help you to feel good too?" I ask, diddling her tiny clit.
"You're already making me feel good," she says, opening her legs to give me more access to her pussy.
"I mean really good like Alison," I say.
"Really, you'll put your fingers in me and everything?" she asks, a little apprehensively.
"Well, you're a bit too small for that," I say, "I was thinking about tickling your crack some more and kissing and licking it too."
"But that's where I piddle from," she says, her face screwing up in a little moue of disgust.
"Well, I pee from my penis," I point out to her, "Besides we just washed your crack so it's nice and clean."
"Oh yeah," she says in realization. "And I am too big enough. See?"
She takes hold of my hand and holds onto my thumb as she folds my fingers into a fist. She then gives my thumb a quick suck, wetting it with her saliva, then lifts her bum up and guides my thumb towards the seeping entrance to her tiny vagina. Thinking that the best way for her to find out that it won't fit is to let her try, I offer her no resistance.
Alison echoes my surprised gasp as the tip of my thumb slips easily into the snuggest, warmest, little cavity I've ever encountered. Afraid that she's going to hurt herself, pushing me through her hymen, I try to resist her, but she holds tight and pushes her hips at me, fully impaling herself on my thumb. "See," she says triumphantly.
"Ah, yes I see," I whisper. "Now what happened to your hymen?"
"What's that?" she asks curiously as she slowly fucks herself with my thumb.
"It's a little piece of skin up inside your vagina that should have stopped my thumb going in," I explain.
"Oh that," she says, "I pushed my hairbrush through it, like Jenny told Alison to."
"How do you know about that?" Alison half yells, turning on her sister.
Rene's little vagina spasms around my thumb as she jerks in fear. She huddles against me, reverting to a baby-like lisp as she tries to explain, "You wouldn't let me play with you, so I sneaked in and hid under the bed. Then you closed the door, so I was stuck."
I give Alison a warning look when she opens her mouth to yell at her little sister, and she closes it with a snap, opening it again to apologize, "It's ok. I guess Rene, I'm not really mad at you, but that was private and you shouldn't have been listening."
"I know that," Rene peeks at her sister across my chest, "But I couldn't get out and I knew you'd yell at me."
"Yeah I would have," Alison admits, "I would have been scared you'd tell Mama."
"I can keep secrets!" Rene says indignantly, "I didn't tell about Jenny!"
"Yes you're a good girl," Alison soothes her sister, "You can keep secrets really good. You're not going to tell Mama about this either, are you?"
"No way, Greg would get in trouble, and I love him ever so much," she declares, hugging me fiercely.
"And I love you too," I say, letting go of Alison and hugging Rene tight.
"What about me?" Alison cries indignantly.
I wrap my arm back around her and hug her against me. "You too, I love all of my little girls," I say, kissing her upturned face. Hungrily, she seeks out my lips, opening hers to me and eagerly accepting my tongue into her mouth. I ardently explore the smooth sweet interior of her young mouth, tracing the line of her teeth, the insides of her teeth, playfully pinning her tongue, and allowing her to pin mine in return. A moment later, she crowds my tongue out and darts hers into my mouth, flickering lively over my teeth and the tip of my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck on the mobile little member, swirling my tongue around the tip.
When we part, Rene, who had been looking on with wide-eyed interest, eagerly asks, "Me too?"
"Sure," I reply, making her squeak as I extract my thumb from the warm, tight, embrace of her slick little vagina. I lift her to straddle my lap, with her tiny hairless pussy pressed against the underside of my rigid shaft.
Lowering my lips to her tiny upturned face, I plant small nibbling kisses all over her perfect, diminutive features. Sweeping her hair back with my hand, I softly kiss her brow, making her giggle. Shushing her, I kiss each of her tiny, perfect eyelids, feeling them quiver under my touch. Then starting just in front of her dainty, little ears I trace the line of her cheekbone, stopping to engulf her tiny button nose and lightly nip the tip with my teeth.
Again she giggles, hunching her shoulders, but not pulling away. I flick my tongue over the tip, to help her get used to the idea of tongues being involved, then finish tracing her cheekbone to her ear. Coming back I trail along the line of her tiny jaw, then as I open my own jaw wide to engulf the point of her chin, I realize just how tiny my young lover is, as I cover most of the lower half of her face with my lips. Closing my mouth a little, I quickly nip the point of her chin and pass on to her other ear.
Then unable to resist the temptation, I give the tiny pink shell a broad wet lick, making her squeal and wriggle delightfully against my cock. She too notices the enchanting sensations emanating from her diminutive pussy and grinds it against the underside of my cock, making me pull my head back and gasp.
She giggles at my reaction and hooks her feet behind my back, pulling herself harder against me. Because my back is getting sore from my hunching down to reach her face, I cup her tiny bottom in one hand and lift her, until I can press my lips to hers comfortably. At that height, the sensitive underside of my glans presses against her slit, just over her little clit.
Though tempted to lift her that final inch or so, that would place my cock at the entrance to her tiny vagina and see if more than my thumb will fit, I restrain myself, knowing that the incredibly tight fit and the thought of entering one so young would have me shooting before I was properly bottomed out in her tiny five-year-old body. Wanting her first time to be the best that I can possibly give her, I hold her as she is and barely parting my lips I draw one then the other of hers between them, flicking my tongue against the soft, moist skin.
I pull back a little to look into her soft, trusting eyes, then tilting my head to the side, I press my parted lips against hers and lick them until they part to allow the entry of my tongue. At first her teeth resist me and I lick over them and her gums, but as she gets used to the sensation of a strange tongue within her mouth, she opens them and meets my tongue with hers.
As our lips part further, I find it a little difficult to adjust to the tiny size of her mouth and I end up engulfing the lower half of her face from her nose to her chin. She giggles delightfully into my mouth and I adjust the fit of my lips to hers and try again. More successful this time, I slip my tongue between her lip and her tiny sharp teeth to taste the sweet glory of this tiny preschooler's mouth.
At first her little tongue lies limp and unresponsive in her mouth, but as I prod it with the tip of mine, it wakes up and presses back against me, quickly learning to swirl about the tip of mine. With little prodding flicks I withdraw my tongue from her tiny honeyed mouth, inviting hers to follow and taste me.
Hesitantly at first, but quickly becoming bolder, her little tongue passes my lips and flicks over my teeth, then between them to poke teasingly at my tongue. When I try to pin it against the roof of my mouth, it withdraws in a flash only to return flirtatiously a moment later. This time I hold my tongue curled back against the roof of my mouth and the tip of her tongue finds the soft underside of mine.
Kittenishly, she pulls back, then returns to explore further. When I do nothing, she becomes more daring, and presses against the smooth wet flesh. Feeling devilish, I suddenly release my tongue to slap down on top of hers, and she pulls it back with a giggling, squeak. I return my tongue to her mouth and find hers waiting to give mine the same treatment. I feel her lips tighten slightly in a smile and pull back just in time, hearing her tongue clack against the floor of her mouth.
Darting back in quickly, I pin her tongue down with mine. In response, she gently closes her lips around my tongue and sucks on it like a baby, slowly pulling back until she can look into my eyes mischievously, with a final tiny nip like I'd given her nose, she pulls free and grins at me roguishly.
I return the grin with interest and snap playfully at the tip of her nose. Squealing happily, she weaves and ducks her head as I continue to snap my teeth in her face. After a few seconds of this, I lower her back to my lap and bring my hands up to trap her head between them and making loud munching noises I slowly close on her, as she squeals in mock fear and struggles weakly.
Opening my mouth to its widest extent, I engulf her mouth and nose and munch loudly as I pretend to eat her face. Then pulling back, I drag my tongue over her madly giggling face, in a broad, wet lick from her chin to her brow, making her squeal in shocked outrage.
Beside us, Alison rolls on the bed hugging herself and giggling insanely at her little sister's shocked expression. Releasing Rene, I lunge at her wildly giggling sister and start tickling unmercifully. Then holding her out flat, I cover every square inch of her squirming body with sloppy wet licks and zoobers. A moment later, Rene, having scrubbed her face dry, joins in, driving Alison to redouble her efforts to escape.
Only when she warns of an impending flood do we relent. I finish with a final resounding and very wet zoober to the top of her pussy, making her gasp, and sit back on my heels waiting for her to recover.With great shuddering gasps, she draws breath back into her body and rolls over, scrubbing her front against the sheet. (Oh well, I was going to have to wash them anyway.)
Then with a wild yell, she leaps at me and knocks me over backwards. Calling for aid from Rene, she sits on my hips and begins to tickle me. Not being very ticklish, or at least not where she's trying, I calmly accept her digging fingers, smiling beatifically up at her, even as Rene starts in on my feet. Frustrated by my lack of response, their fingers range farther afield, searching for a sensitive spot that might get a reaction out of me.
Finally, they give up, and Alison says to her sister, "Watch this, this'll make him jump." She then slides down onto my legs and takes hold of my cock, pointing it at the ceiling. Then, rising onto her knees, she fits the bulbous tip at the entrance to her pussy and sits down hard, gasping as my bloated member shoulders the warm, velvety walls of her vagina apart.
She lets out a muffled yelp of discomfort as I do indeed jump, slamming my hips upwards and driving the last two inches of my shaft into her and jamming the engorged glans up against her cervix.
"I wanna try that too!" Rene cries, trying to tug her sister from me.
"You can't, you're too little," Alison says, slowly rotating her hips and making me groan at the incredible sensation of her cervix brushing over the sensitive tip of my cock.
"I can too!" Rene declares heatedly, "Watch this."
The indignant little preschooler rolls from the bed and stomps over to her mother's wardrobe. With a grunt, she pulls out the bottom drawer. She then fumbles around the floor of the wardrobe for a few seconds, emerging with a piece of timber that obviously forms a false floor. Reaching into the cavity that she has revealed, she pulls out a briefcase and brings it over to the bed.
Keeping Alison impaled on my cock, I sit up to see what Rene has got. Smiling triumphantly, the little girl flips up the lid to reveal an incredible array of dildos and vibrators. The smallest a little more than half the size of the cock buried in Alison's guts and the largest as long as my forearm and as thick as my wrist, with an angry purple fist-sized glans at the end. A lifelike pink, it is finished with grotesque blue veins, which at a point about halfway along its length, spell out the name 'Mr Big'.
Taking the smallest, Rene wets it in her mouth and, lying back on the bed, with her feet towards us, she parts her legs and pushes almost the entire ivory shaft into her vagina, as her flabbergasted sister and I watch in amazement.
A moment later, she pulls the dildo free and discards it, reaching for the next of the eight toys in the case, a smooth hot pink plastic phallus a little smaller than my cock, with a sketchily sculpted tip. She wets it by licking up and down the length of the shaft and then, with no more effort than she showed taking the first, she pushes just over half of it home before coming up against her cervix. Then, cupping both hands over the base, she pulls it further into her body, a strained look on her face. Suddenly, her cervix gives way, and her hands slap against her mound. When she takes her hands away, less than an inch of shocking pink plastic remains visible outside her obscenely splayed labia.
The next is a vibrator, a perfectly smooth, pure white cylinder of hard plastic, slightly slimmer than the last and about seven inches long, with a sharply tapered wedge-shaped tip. After wetting it, she slips it inside herself and, with only the briefest of pauses, forces the tip through her cervix and into her womb, not stopping until the knurled base is all that protrudes from her obscenely distended pussy.
The fourth is also a vibrator, lifelike, eight inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. For the first time, her face screws up as she strains to get the head into her vagina, but with a little grunt, manages it and embeds about half of the thick shaft before bottoming out against her cervix.
Alison sits unmoving on me, watching in wide-eyed amazement as her tiny five-year-old sister pulls the vibrator free and reaches for the next, even thicker, sex toy. About the same length as the last, this dildo is made of a firm, resilient, bright yellow rubber. From the base to within two inches of the smooth bullet-shaped tip, it is textured with small ridges every quarter of an inch or so. With a tiny grunt, she pushes it in until the first ridge rests against her massively stretched vaginal opening. Then, wrapping both hands about the base, she pulls it deeper, grunting as each ridge stretches her and pops into her hugely distended vagina.
Up until now, she has shown no real signs of arousal, but has simply been demonstrating to us just how accommodating her little vagina is, but when she withdraws this latest toy, she squeaks excitedly as her vagina reluctantly releases each ridge. At the same time, she massages her tiny clit with the fingers of her right hand, pushing it down into contact with the withdrawing ridges. Oddly though, as she seems to approach a climax, she stops playing with her clitoris and waits a few seconds before removing the dildo and discarding it.
She skips the next toy in the case, because although longer than the last, it is no thicker. Instead, she reaches for the last bar, 'Mr Big'. Lifelike in form, if not size, this massive ebony shaft is over a foot long and nearly two and a half inches in diameter.
This time, instead of wetting it with her tongue, she takes a tube of KY jelly from the case and carefully squeezes out an inch-long noodle onto her fingers, with which she painstakingly coats the head and first few inches of the shaft. After carefully recapping the tube of Jelly, she slips from the bed and rests the butt of the huge fake negro cock on the floor. Then, positioning herself over it, she holds her pussy lips apart and squats until the grotesque bulb on the end presses against her vaginal entrance.
At first contact, Alison gasps, and I turn my head to look at her slack-jawed profile. Her eyes are almost popping from her head, and a thick strand of saliva drools unnoticed from the corner of her slack mouth, running from her chin to her chest. Feeling my gaze on her, she manages to regain control of her mouth to whisper "No way!" before it falls back open, and she turns back to her sister.
Inside my head, a tiny little voice screams at me to stop this before Rene hurts herself, whereas a much stronger voice clamors to see if this tiny preschooler is indeed able to accomplish the impossible. The big voice wins, and holding Alison against me, I lie down with my head hanging over the edge of the bed and my nose only inches from the point where the glistening bulb topping the shaft parts her fat little labia; labia made even tinier by their proximity to the huge imitation cock.
Taking a few deep breaths, Rene steadies herself with one hand on my forehead and allows more and more of her weight to fall on the obscene shaft beneath her. Grimacing, she works her hips in tiny circles as I watch the lips of her pussy stretch and whiten with the strain. Ever so slowly, I watch her tiny vulva stretch and stretch and, incredibly, stretch some more, until with a deep grunt, she seems to fall two inches as the tremendous black glans enters her body with a rush.
Groaning and continuing to move her hips in a circle, Rene works another two inches of the thick ebony shaft into her body, then pushes herself upright. Taking a wobbling step backwards, she puts her hands on her hips and proudly thrusts her obscenely bulging pudenda forwards, grunting as the injudicious move makes the colossal shaft dangling from her body sway back and forth, the embedded tip visibly moving beneath her swollen mound.
"Beat that!" she crows, directing a slightly strained grin at her gaping sister.
"Ok, I will," Alison declares hotly, "Just as soon as I finish here." Lifting herself up until only my glans remains within her, she pauses briefly until she is sure her sister's eyes are on her, then drops back down, taking the entire length of my shaft in one swift, squelching movement. Then, satisfied that she has Rene's full attention, she slowly slides up and down the full length of my cock.
Within seconds, though, the sensations of her velvety little snatch caressing my rod, coming on top of Rene's obscene show, become too much for me, and seizing her hips, I begin pumping her up and down, masturbating myself with her tiny body as I rapidly approach a climax. Only seconds later, my balls empty themselves into her tiny pre-teen twat, my semen coursing through my cock like lava to fill and overfill her clasping fuck tube.
As I continue to pound her body up and down, my semen begins to leak down around my pulsing shaft, matting my pubic hair in a thick gooey froth. Finally, though, my climax ends, and I fall back as Alison takes over, bouncing on my cock seeking her own release, but it is not to be, my rapidly shrinking cock slips from her vagina, releasing a sticky white flood that trickles down around my balls as she futilely tries to stuff it back into her body.
Then, giving into the inevitable, she rolls from my lap and reaches for the vibrators. Eschewing the others, she picks up the slim white seven-incher and goes to insert it into her pussy. "Wipe it off first," I tell her, "it's got fluff on it."
Before I can stop her, she grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the hard plastic shaft clean. (Another reason to wash them.) Then, propping herself up on her elbow, she drives the slim tapered head into her vagina and begins pumping it in and out, striving for the release that had been denied her.
With my eyes on Alison, I don't notice Rene until I feel her tongue on my balls, lapping up my cream like a little kitten.As I look down at her crouching over my groin with that thick black phallus still protruding obscenely from her grossly overstretched vulva, she moves up to the wiry mat of my pubic hair, not stopping until my groin is free of every last sticky strand of semen.
"Mmmm, that was nice," she says, crawling up over my body to plant a sweet kiss tasting of me and her sister on my lips. "But how come it tasted different this time?"
"Because it had your sister's pussy juice mixed with it," I reply.
"You mean from inside her hole?" The tiny five-year-old asks, her voice comically filled with disgust.
"Yeah," I laugh. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Want some more." I reach over to where Alison lies panting, her body twitching with the after-effects of her orgasm. Slipping my hand between her legs, I extract the slim white shaft from her glistening vulva and bring it close to Rene's tiny face, grinning as she recoils slightly from the slimy cylinder of plastic.
Her nose wrinkles briefly in disgust, then as the intoxicating odor reaches her, she tentatively reaches out with her tongue and takes a small taste. A moment later, she smiles broadly and seizes my wrist in case I try to take this new treat away from her. She quickly licks the entire shaft clean.
"That was yummy," she informs me with a giggle and turns to watch her sister.
Recovered from her orgasm, Alison has taken up the lifelike eight-incher and, after cleaning it, she presses the thick bulbous head between her legs and shoves. She grunts loudly in discomfort as the head begins to pull her smooth, hairless labia into her body with it, forcing her to stop. Lying back, she holds her pussy lips apart and tries again. This time, she forces the flared head into her vagina, yelping with pain as the flare stretches her more than she has ever had to deal with before.
"Hey, take it easy," I caution her.
White-faced and wincing, she nods, waiting for her vaginal passage to become accustomed to the intrusion. After a few moments, color begins to return to her face, and she slowly relaxes. Carefully, she gives the thick shaft protruding from her pussy an experimental wiggle and, deciding she can bear it, she carefully pushes, slowly edging the lifelike vibrator into her body. Finally, she stops with just over an inch at the base and the control knob protruding from between her white, bloodless labia.
"Ready for this yet?" Rene asks, struggling to her feet with that obscene black shaft still dangling from her tiny pussy. Now comfortable with the massive rod stretching her vagina, she stands over her big sister, slowly pulling it almost all the way from her body and pushing it back in.
"Give me a minute," Alison says, experimentally sliding about an inch of pink plastic from her vagina. She winces a little as the thick shaft briefly sticks, then slips with a rush. After another experimental movement, she begins to pump the thick phallus in and out slowly, gradually increasing the length of her strokes until she is fucking herself with nearly the full length of the shaft.
Standing above her, Rene continues to slide the huge black prick in and out of her tiny vulva. Her breathing begins to speed up, and she becomes a little unsteady on her feet, so I reach up to steady her. Again, she stops as she appears to approach a climax and pulls the thick shaft free with an audible pop.
In utter astonishment, I lie with my head between her feet and watch as the gaping hole between her legs closes faster than I could believe possible, shrinking from an opening large enough to accept a small jar to a tiny hole that looks as if it would protest the entry of a pencil. Amazed at the incredible elasticity of this tiny preschooler's vagina, I reach up and lightly caress the fat little lips of her tiny pudenda. Then I slowly insinuate my smallest finger between them and press into a warm, slick sheath that firmly grips my finger in an unbelievably snug embrace.
Removing my finger, I roll over, sit up, and pull Rene down into my lap. "You've never had an orgasm, have you, darling?" I ask her as I gently stroke my fingertips over the outside of her little slit.
"What's that?" she asks me.
"You get an orgasm," I tell her, "by playing with your pussy until you feel so good inside that you don't care about anything else. It's like..." I cast around for something a very shy and easily scared five-year-old can understand. As I try to think of something within her experience, urgent sounds from Alison draw my attention to where she is rapidly sawing the quiescent vibrator in and out of her creaming pussy and moaning incoherently. "It's like this," I say, reaching across and giving the base of the vibrator a sharp twist.
The sudden and unexpected onslaught of the new sensations brought about by the humming toy within her pussy are all it takes to send Alison crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and her hands hit the bed beside her as she flops bonelessly, caught up in the sensations that rip through her immature pre-teen body.
Between her legs, each powerful, rippling contraction of her juvenile vagina forces more of the vibrator from her until it falls free and lies buzzing between her thighs. Without the stimulation of the vibrator within her pussy, her climax recedes, sending a few final weak shudders through her abdomen.
Rene watches her twitching sister for a few moments longer, then turns her wide-eyed stare on me. "Would that happen to me if I didn't stop when it started to feel scary?" she asks fearfully.
"Uh-huh," I confirm and reassure her. "I know it feels scary to start with, but it's a nice scary. Like when somebody throws you up in the air and catches you. I know! Have you ever been in a car when it goes over a bump and your tummy goes away?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Do you like that?" I ask, hoping for a 'yes'.
"Yeah!" she replies eagerly.
"Well, an orgasm is that sort of scary too," I say.
"What sort of scary?" Alison asks, returning to the world of the coherent and entering conversation.
"Like going over a bump in the car and losing your tummy," Rene answers, then asks, "Is a 'gasm really like that?"
"Uh-huh," Alison confirms enthusiastically. "It's even better. It's like going right up into the sky on a swing and then you fall down and down and down, but you don't hit the ground because all your insides explode first, except they don't really. It's better than all the ice cream you can eat and all the hugs you ever had. It's better than anything."
"Even the hug Mama gives me when I have a scary dream?" the wide-eyed and probably confused preschooler asks.
"Better than ten hugs," Alison affirms.
"I'm still scared," Rene says, wriggling around in my arms and hugging herself against my chest. "Cuddle me?"
Tightening my arms about her, I lay my cheek on top of her soft blonde head and whisper soft reassurances as I gently caress her stiff little back. Slowly, she relaxes and melts against me until her arms hold me, instead of clutching me convulsively.
"Are you ready to have an orgasm now?" Alison asks, earning a withering look from me as Rene stiffens slightly.
Chapter 12 - Trust Me.
I wait until the tiny girl in my arms relaxes again and lift my head from hers. Then, lifting her head with a finger under her chin, I ask, "Would you like to play a game, first?"
"What's it called?" she asks, curiously.
"It's called 'Trust me'," I tell her.
"How do you play it?" she asks.
"It's very easy," I say. "The hardest part is trusting me. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Uh-huh," she answers in a small voice.
"Ok, first things first," I say briskly. "Alison, would you wrap all these toys up in that towel and put the case on the floor. Rene, you can help me straighten this bed up a bit."
A minute later, I guide Rene to stand in the middle of the bed and pull her hands up to her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now close your eyes and fall over backwards," I tell her.
"What?" she asks, spinning around and staring up at me.
"I'll catch you," I tell her, turning her back around and putting her hands back on her shoulders. "That's why the game is called 'Trust Me', you have to trust me to catch you."
"Promise?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me with big eyes.
"No, no promises, because you wouldn't have to trust me then," I say. "Will you trust me?"
"Uh-huh," she murmurs almost inaudibly and nods.
"Ok, then," I say. "Close your eyes and just lean backwards until you fall over."
The first time she falls, she collapses like a puppet with cut strings, but expecting this to happen, I catch her under the arms before her knees touch the bed and lift her back to her feet. "Ok," I say, "this time, I want you to pretend you are a tree that's just been chopped down."
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Ok, fall," I say, and catch her as soon as she overbalances. Pushing her back to her feet, I tell her, "Ok, from now on, I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Fall!"
I let her fall a little further this time before catching her and pushing her back to her feet. Each time she falls, I let her fall a little further until, finally, her bottom hits the bed softly as I catch her shoulders less than six inches from the mattress.
"Ok, now we do it on the floor," I say.
Her eyelids flicker at this, but she manages to keep them closed. "Good girl," I praise her. "That's right, keep them closed."
I lift her back to her feet and step down to the floor as I tell her, "Now walk until you get to the edge of the bed. Take big steps, I won't let you fall."
Having a very firm mattress, the bed is perfect for this, and she confidently steps forwards, trusting me to tell her when to stop. Instead, I let her take a step out into thin air and catch her in my arms as she topples with a thin scream.
"You said you wouldn't let me fall.""I know, I lied," I say unrepentantly. "But I got you trusting me, and I did catch you. Didn't I?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"And you'd trust me to catch you on the floor, wouldn't you?"
"Uh-huh," another nod.
"Would you trust Alison?" I ask.
Rene eyes her sister for a few moments, considering this, before she confidently answers, "Yes." Then she qualifies it, "Sometimes."
"Will you trust me to give you an orgasm?" I ask. "It won't be like the one Alison had, I'll make it a little one. It will still be a bit scary, but I'll be there to catch you."
"Ok," she agrees, a little fearfully.
"It's okay, Rene," Alison says, "I was scared too, last night. Really scared. But afterwards I loved it."
"Really, you was scared too?"
"Uh-huh, I nearly wet my pants," Alison confirms. "I would've too if I had any piddle left."
Hearing this, I give Alison a direct look, and she flushes as she explains, "I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you to stop."
"I'm ready now," Rene announces. "What do I do?"
"All you have to do is relax, and let me hold you," I tell her. "I'll do all the rest."
"Ok," she nods.
I pile up the pillows at the head of the bed and recline against them, pulling Rene into my lap. Then in the same hypnotic tones that I'd used on her earlier, I tell her to relax, continuously reassuring her that I'm there to hold her. I gently stroke the front of her body from her neck down to her knees, carefully avoiding the plump little mound at the juncture of her thighs.
With each pass of my hands, I feel the tension fall from her tiny frame. When I ask her how she feels, she responds with a dreamy, "Nice."
As I begin to trace the creases between the tops of her thighs and her pussy, she tenses slightly, then relaxes as I continue to murmur reassurances into her hair. Lifting one hand to her chest, I discover that it is so narrow, that I am able to brush my fingertips over both tiny pink nipples at the same time. Under my fingertips, they harden, feeling like tiny ball bearings under the slightly crinkled skin.
Under the fingers of my other hand, I feel the fat lips of her little pussy begin to warm and grow slightly, and I add a third finger, tracing the crease that divides her labia as well as the creases to either side. Almost instinctively, she pushes up against my hand, and I move my hand to her stomach, pushing her back down and telling her to relax and let me do everything.
When I move my fingers back to her tiny vulva and resume stroking it, I begin to push a little harder, though still keeping my fingers on the outside. With each stroke, I push my fingers a little between her legs, and they gradually part until I am able to reach the tiny seep of moisture, flowing from her vagina.
She shivers as I begin to draw this moisture up on my middle finger and smear it along the length of her slit. Then on the third or fourth pass, I press inwards hard enough to part her plump little pussy lips and brush my finger over the tiny opening between her legs. This time as I pull my fingers up, I maintain the pressure and draw the moisture up between her labia, stopping just short of her tiny clit.
As my gentle ministrations continue, her breathing quickens and her tiny, narrow hips rock involuntarily, causing my finger to come into contact with the tiny, rock hard, pea-sized nubbin of her clit. She gasps at the contact and pushes into it, letting me know that she is ready for the final step.
The next time my fingers slide down into the warm, slick gap between her legs, I press harder, pushing just the very tip of my finger into her vagina, then withdraw it, gently dragging the entire length of my finger, between her pussy lips and over her clit. She moans deep in her throat and pushes back against me, as her body instinctively reacts to these new sensations, while my soothing voice quells her fears.
Back and forth I slide my finger, entering the warm, slick embrace of her vagina more and more deeply with every pass until finally, my palm cups her warm, slippery mound at the bottom of every stroke. Her breathing now comes in short shallow gasps, punctuated by little peeps of excitement, and under my fingers her heart flutters like a little bird.
Only seconds later as I withdraw my finger and push it back into her tight little hole, she cums, with gentle undulations rippling up and down her belly, as her vaginal walls rhythmically contract and relax around my finger, and she chirrups like a baby bird.
I wait until her little pussy stops nibbling on my finger and she opens her eyes and tilts her head back to look up at me lovingly, before I take my hand from between her legs. "How was that?" I ask softly.
"Nice," she replies. "It wasn't scary at all. Can you do it again?"
"Later, Punkin, I think it's time we got up and had something to eat," I say as I absently bring my finger up to my face and sniff the sweet delicate aroma of her spend, then avidly suck it clean.
"Can I have some?" Alison asks.
Without waiting for an answer, she grabs my wrist and starts sucking on my fingers, slurping noisily and making great lip-smacking noises of enjoyment.
"Hey! She's getting it all," Rene protests.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," I say, sliding my other hand down over her belly and wetting a finger in her vagina.
I bring the finger up to her face and gently brush it over her lips. She tentatively licks them, and then like her sister, she eagerly attacks my finger. All too soon the thin coating of sweet juices is gone, and she pushes both of her own hands down between her legs for more.
She sucks the fingers of one hand into her mouth and offers the other up to me. I gladly accept, making her giggle when I engulf it to the wrist and suck hard as I pull it from between my lips.
But when she goes to collect another double handful of juices, I stop her, saying, "That's enough for now, Punkin. Let's hop in the spa and have some breakfast."
"But there's still more," she objects.
"And there will be as long as you keep rubbing yourself down there," I tell her, rolling her over in my lap and playfully swatting her backside.
"Ouch!" she giggles, pushing her little bum up and waggling it.
"Oh, want some more do you?" I ask.
"Yes, please," she giggles.
I deliver four more light swats, counting them off, "Two, three, four, five," and roll her out of my lap.
When I step down onto the floor, I kick the towel-wrapped bundle of ersatz cocks and send them skittering across the floor. As I bend over to pick them up, I ask, "How did you find these, Rene?"Her deep blue, almost violet eyes were looking up at me lovingly, from beneath long pale lashes. Bringing both hands up, she wrapped her tiny fingers around the rigid shaft of my member and held it steady as she pulled her mouth off the end with a pop and gave the tip a quick kiss.
"That felt funny," she giggled. "I like it when it grows in my mouth."
She then opened her jaw wide and pushed her tiny lips back over the tip, and started sucking again. At first, I let her go, but as it became obvious that she was going to do nothing more, I gently applied pressure to the back of her head and pulled her further onto my cock, stopping just as the tip brushed the back of her throat. She looked up at me trustingly as I guided her head back and forth a couple of times, and when I released the pressure, she continued the motion of her own accord, fucking me gently with her face.
After a few seconds, she pulled off my cock to swallow the saliva that had pooled in her mouth, and I told her, "Push up with your tongue and lick it all over too, sometimes."
Straight away, she stuck out her tiny tongue and licked from the root to the tip, making me twitch and gasp as the tip passed over the sensitive skin of my frenulum. She giggled at my reaction and flicked her tongue over the sensitive folds of skin several times before taking me back into her mouth again.
This time, as she rocked her head back and forth, she pressed up against the underside with her tongue, especially as the sensitive folds of the frenulum passed over her tongue. As her confidence increased, her head bobbed faster, and she added swirling her tongue around the tip to her repertoire. The next time she pulled her head clear, she drooled her spit into her hands and slid her hands up and down the length of my shaft as she rubbed the tip over her lips and cheeks.
The incredible sight of this tiny preschooler, sitting naked on the toilet as she serviced my cock like a seasoned porn star, was almost enough to make me shoot there and then, and I groaned in reaction. Almost as if realizing my predicament, Rene let go of my cock and grinned up at me. "Are you going to squirt soon?" she asked.
"Soon, real soon, Darling," I groaned. "Suck it some more, please."
Instead of doing as I asked, she gently grasped my balls, one in each hand, and asked, "What are these?"
"They're my balls, Honey, they make my sperm," I told her.
"What's that?" she asked curiously.
"That's the yummy, creamy stuff that squirts out," Alison told her sister.
The short question-and-answer session had been enough to cool me down a little, and I was able to hold off as she explored the swollen purple glans teasingly with the tip of her agile young tongue. She liked my reaction to her spearing the tip of her tongue into the gaping slit at the tip and giggled as she gave it a couple more pokes, before pushing her lips over the angry purple knob and engulfing almost half of my prick.
The sensations of her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and her wet little tongue playing with the sensitive underside of my engorged prick drove me to such fiery heights that I had to take my hands from her head before I lost control and tried to force myself down her tiny throat.
"Oh God!" I groaned. "That's a good baby." I started caressing the side of her tiny face with the back of my hand. "Suck Daddy's cock for him," I moaned, fantasizing about having a baby daughter of my own. Rene briefly paused when she heard me call myself 'Daddy', then resumed her ministrations with even greater enthusiasm, her head bobbing up and down and her tiny fingers caressing my spit-slickened shaft.
"Daddy's little girl is making him feel so good," I moaned. "That's it, baby, Daddy's going to give his little baby a nice big drink of cream, real soon. Suck it good, baby. Oh, God, baby, here it comes!" I groaned as the first massive jet of scalding hot seed seared through my cock to splash against the back of my five-year-old lover's throat.
She jerked back as it hit, and my second spurt splashed across both cheeks of her tiny face. But she quickly recovered from her surprise and aimed the spurting tip of my cock at her wide-open mouth, extending her tiny tongue underneath it to catch any drips. I choked back howls of unbearable pleasure as I looked down to watch my creamy seed spurt from my painfully distended prick into her waiting mouth.
Wrapping my hand over her tiny fists, I moved it up and down on my shaft, pumping my ejaculate into her mouth, watching it coat her little, pink tongue and drip in obscene, greasy strands from her teeth. Some interminable time later, I stripped one last pearly droplet from my shaft onto her waiting tongue and stilled my hand.
Standing on rubbery legs that barely supported me, I looked down into her upturned face. Her tiny face was crisscrossed with pearly strands of my semen, where I had missed the mark, and drooled in stringy, white strands from the corners of her overfull mouth.
As I watched, she carefully closed her mouth, and I saw her cheeks bulge rhythmically as she swirled my cum around, testing the flavor of it. A smile quickly suffused her cum-streaked features, and she pulled her hands from beneath mine to scoop up the obscene strands that dripped from her chin and push them between her lips.
A thud, followed by a series of choked squeals, reminded us of Alison's presence, and we turned our attention to the little ten-year-old, who lay in the doorway, frantically mauling her hairless pre-teen pussy with both hands. One hand frenziedly rubbed at her clit, while she plunged four fingers of the other in and out of her creaming snatch. As we watched, the frantic motions of her fingers slowed, becoming languorous and gentle as her climax faded.
"Oh wow!" Rene breathed, and I turned back to her. Her fingers were pressing against the top of her tiny pussy, gently rubbing back and forth as she watched her big sister come down from her climax.
Slipping my hands under her arms, I lifted the tiny child from the toilet and held her against my chest as I licked the creamy strands of semen from her face, making her giggle as my tongue passed over her cheeks and nose. I gently licked her tiny bow-like lips, and they parted to allow me to slip my tongue inside and taste the residue of my cum that still adhered to her gums and cheeks.
Lifting her higher, I lapped up the few gooey droplets that had dripped from her chin to her narrow flat chest. I flicked my tongue over each of her tiny pink nipples, then licked lower, making her squirm and giggle as I pushed her outie belly button in with my tongue.
"Ooh, stop!" she squealed. "I haven't done wees yet."
As soon as I heard this, I spun around and sat on the toilet. Lifting her higher, I forced my tongue between her tightly clenched thighs and dragged it back through her slit.
"Ooh, stop! I'm going to wee if you don't stop," she squeaked.
"Wee in his mouth!" Alison called from the doorway, recovered enough to sit up.
"That's yucky!" Rene said with a shocked giggle.
"No, it's not, he likes it," Alison replied. "I peed all over him last night, and he drank it, and he peed on me too."
A moment later, I made the matter academic by blowing a raspberry onto her plump little mound. She squeaked with dismay, and I felt dampness in my beard. I lifted her back a little to look at the trickle of moisture that had escaped her body and dribbled down one of her thighs.
Before her dismay could become something darker, I lapped up the warm, salty dribble and forced my tongue into the damp hollow where her thighs and fat little labia met. She yelped at the contact, then slowly, almost reluctantly, separated her legs for me. As my tongue passed over her pee-hole, she released an involuntary spurt of salty, sweet urine onto my tongue.
Then, when I didn't pull back in disgust, she cut loose with full force. I quickly covered her tiny mons with my mouth, losing only a few precious droplets as I made the seal. I let the tasty treat flow over my tongue, only swallowing enough to leave room for more in my mouth.
"He's drinking my wees," Rene cried incredulously.
As the flow slowed to a trickle, I gulped down what was in my mouth and tickled her pee-hole with the tip of my tongue, making her giggle and release the last of her pee in short, sharp spurts.
When I lowered the little girl to my lap, she surprised me by pulling my head down and kissing my wet lips, not even pulling back when she slipped her tongue between them and discovered that I still had a mouthful of her urine. Instead, she forced my lips further apart and let some of it trickle into her mouth.
She pulled back a little, and I watched her swirl it around for a few seconds, testing it, then smiled and gulped it down. She then tilted her head back and opened her mouth like a baby bird. Happy to comply, I squirted a small spurt into her waiting mouth, smiling as Alison gasped in amazement from where she stood behind Rene.
Rene fervently swallowed the salty, sweet morsel, then opened her mouth for more. I fed her the last of my mouthful of her pee in small spurts, each of which she eagerly swallowed. When I had no more to give her, she made a little noise of disappointment and licked around my lips, collecting every stray droplet she could locate.
When nothing remained for her to find, she pulled back and looked up into my eyes, giggling as she said, "That was naughty."
"Yep, that's what makes it so much fun," I laughed, kissing her nose and playfully snapping at it, making her jerk back with a delighted squeal.
"Oh, wow, that was so hot," Alison said, her hand once more rubbing at her slit.
"Have you got a drink for me, little girl?" I asked, nodding at her busy fingers.
"I wish I did," she said with a note of disappointment in her voice. "Maybe I'll have some ready after breakfast."
"Good," I said. "Let's have a dip while we wait."
Squealing with delight, Rene scrambled from my lap and ran through the laundry to the back door, opened it, and darted through.Alison and I follow a little more slowly, arriving at the back door just in time to see the happy little girl land in the middle of the cover floating on the surface.
"Look, I'm walking on water," she cries, standing up and taking a wobbling step towards us. A moment later, the edge of the styrene bead-filled cover dips and dumps her, squealing happily, into the water.
The cover rises back to the surface, trapping her beneath it, and I jump to rescue her. But Alison grabs my hand and pulls me back, saying, "She's all right, watch this."
Even as she speaks, I see the cover lift up as Rene stands beneath it. A moment later, Alison turns on the blower and Rene squeals and sputters in giggling outrage. Smiling, I creep up to where Alison kneels, her thumb on the button, plant my foot on her rear, and push her in with her sister.
Throwing back the cover, she turns an indignant glare on me, then disappears with a squawk as Rene pulls her feet from under her. Chuckling, I pull the cover from the water and step into the roiling water with the girls.
As I enter the water, they forget each other and turn on me. Climbing onto the seats, they jump at me from either side and try to drive me beneath the surface. I give them long enough to realize that they aren't going to get anywhere, then tighten my arms around them and drop to the bottom, pulling them under with me.
As soon as they begin to struggle, I let Alison go and jump back to my feet. Peeling Rene's tiny arms from about my neck, I lift her up and blow zoobers all over her body until she is helpless with laughter. I let her calm down for a few seconds, then with a final zoober right over her clit that leaves her gasping, I put her down on a seat and stoop to deal with a determined Alison, who is trying to shift one of my firmly planted feet.
Without warning, I give her what she wants and catch her as she stumbles backwards. Shrieking and wriggling futilely, she struggles to escape, her laughing protests getting louder as I secure both of her hands in one of mine and start blowing air into her navel. A moment later, Rene joins me, and we quickly reduce Alison to a helplessly giggling wreck.
Sitting down, I set her down beside me and cuddle her against my side. Rene worms under my arm on the other side, and each time Alison begins to recover, she darts an arm across my belly and tickles her big sister. I let her get away with it a couple of times, then put a stop to it by grasping her wrist and giving her a stern look.
She responds with an impudent giggle and wriggles from my grasp, then proceeds to attack Alison from the other side. In the end, I have to pull her away and subdue her with an overdose of zoobers.
I finally get Rene securely ensconced in my lap, my arms trapping hers at her side, and I look up to see Alison regarding her little sister, almost as if she has never seen her before. A moment later, a decidedly retaliatory gleam enters her eye, but at least SHE subsides when I give her a stern glance.
A few minutes later, Rene twists her neck in a way that makes me wince and asks, "Can you let me go now, please?"
"Can I trust you?" I ask.
She considers the question for a moment, then nods and answers, "I'll leave her alone."
"Fair enough," I say, releasing her.
"But I didn't say I'd leave you alone," she giggles, turning around and tickling my ribs. This time around, I allow her tickling to affect me and laugh for her, wriggling just enough that she has to work to maintain her seat. I let her have her fun for half a minute or so, then trap her hands and pull her up until I can blow a single zoober around her belly button.
I then lower her back down into my lap, planting little kisses along the way, finishing with a brief but sensuous kiss on the lips. "Ok, that's enough of that. Who's ready for breakfast?"
Two shrill, "Me"s answer my question, and we leave a trail of wet footprints through the house as we go into the bathroom for towels. The girls make me kneel on the bathmat and team up to rub me dry, before allowing me to dry them.
As I rub Alison down, my eyes fall on the tiny wisp of nothing that she'd been wearing earlier, and when I finish, I pick them up and ask, "Where on Earth did you get these?"
"Mama bought them for me yesterday," is her answer, and a sudden thought flits through my head, which I immediately dismiss as an absurdity.
"Here, put them on," I say. "They look positively indecent."
Giggling, she slips the tiny pair of knickers on and twirls slowly, posing for me. In back, a narrow triangle of thin gauzy fabric barely covers the innermost third of her buttocks and does nothing to conceal the shadowy crease separating them. As her pirouette brings the front panel into view, I'm treated to the sight of her beautiful hairless pussy, which is in no way concealed by the scrap of fog hugging it. Instead, just as I'd hoped, it makes her look even more naked than when she'd been nude.
Rene too, notices the difference, saying, "They're rude."
"Come on, nudie," I say, patting her on the bottom, "let's see what we can find for you."
Alison and I follow the waggling white bottom into its owner's bedroom, and she stands in front of her dresser, waiting for me to pick her up. As I'd done the night before, I support her on a lifted knee, and together we rummage through her underwear drawer looking for something interesting. However, all of the undies in her drawer are your basic cotton, 'little girl' knickers, ranging from basic white through to cute little animals of all descriptions.
Then, without consulting me, Rene wads up a pair of powder blue knickers and tosses them in the direction of her wastepaper basket, missing.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" I ask.
"They're old and they've got holes in them," she tells me dismissively.
"Well, let's see them anyway," I say, lifting her down to the floor.
I pick up the discarded scrap of cloth and hold them up to the light. Indeed, they do have holes, one about half an inch across to one side in the back and two smaller holes in front. "Here, try them on for me," I say, kneeling in front of her and holding them open.
She steps into the leg holes, and I pull them up. They are quite a bit too small for her, but this only serves to outline her tiny, plump mound. One of the front holes is right over the crease separating her pussy lips, giving a glimpse of her slit, and the other reveals a tiny patch of pale white skin on her left hand labia. The hole in back also shows off a small expanse of soft white skin.
"What do you think, Alison?" I ask, turning Rene to face her.
"They're rooood!" she giggles in a little girl voice.
"Now let's see what we can find for me," I say, smiling.
With exaggerated waggles of their tiny bottoms, the girls precede me into their mother's room and proceed to empty my bag onto the floor. A moment later, Rene crows in triumph and holds up a leopard print, 'cache sex', that an older girlfriend had given me. Giggling, she dresses me, having a little trouble stuffing my half-hard cock into the tiny pouch.
Then, with a little playful pushing and shoving, we line up in front of the full-length mirrors that form the doors of the wardrobe, to inspect ourselves. We present an absolutely obscene sight. A ten-year-old girl, in knickers designed to show off, rather than conceal the lines of her hairless, pre-teen pussy. Her five-year-old sister, in knickers so tight that every fold of her fat little pussy is clearly outlined beneath the taut fabric.
And standing between them, with his hands on their shoulders, a thirty-year-old, overly hirsute man with the darkening head of his stiffening cock, peeking out of a leopard print posing pouch. A moment later, Rene pushes a finger into the hole at the top of her slit, and my cock shoulders its way clear of the pouch that can no longer contain it.
"Oh, he wants a better look?" Alison says, making us giggle.
"Yeah, he knows a couple of sexy young ladies when he sees them," I say in reply. "Now come on, let's get breakfast before he decides to take a closer look at what's in your knickers."
Running ahead of me, they bolt for the kitchen, and I follow at a more sedate pace, which allows me to tuck my cock back inside my underwear. When I arrive, they already have most of the makings of a cold breakfast on the table, and Rene is carrying the milk and orange juice to the table as Alison brings bowls.
I make the mistake of allowing Rene to pour her own breakfast. Then when I go to clean it up, she won't let me until she has picked each and every Rice Bubble out of the young flood and popped it into her mouth, as Alison makes noises of disgust. I guess I could stop her easily enough, but her giggling lets me know that she knows this is not normally acceptable behavior, so I let her have her fun, confining myself to stern looks and a low rumbling in my throat, which she cheerfully ignores.
Chapter 14 - Sprung, Confessions Of A Gardener.
Twenty minutes or so later, as we are doing the dishes, the phone rings. Before I can get my hands out of the soapy water, Alison drops the plate she is holding on the bench with a clatter and dashes over to where the phone is hanging on the wall.
"Hello?" she says. "Oh hi, Mama, he's doing the dishes." <pause> "Yeah, we're great. How's Daddy?" <pause> "Oh! Well, are you having a good time?" <long pause> "That's good."
"Lemme speak to her," Rene squeals, tugging on the cord and her sister's elbow.
"Yeah, ok," Alison laughs, "Here Rene, Mama wants to talk to you."
"Hi, mama," the excited little girl bubbles, "Yeah, he's nice. I wet the bed and he let me sleep with him. And he read me a story too. And I love him to pieces." <pause> "Yes, mama."
"Here, Greg," she hands me the receiver, and takes Alison by the hand, leading her away, "Come on, Alison, Mama says we've gotta watch TV, 'cause she wants to talk to Greg."Hello Cheryl, how are you and CJ?" I ask. "How's the holiday?"
"I'm great, but CJ's still sleeping last night off. Apart from him drinking most of his winnings, the trip's been great. We're tied up at Barham for an hour or so while they take on water and wood for the boiler. Not that they need to, but I guess it gives the tourists something to take photos of.
"Are the girls out of earshot?" she suddenly asks.
"Yeah, they've got some sort of cartoon on," I say. "Why?"
"Is my little girl a woman yet?"
Her question shocks me, and I respond with a dumb, "Huh?"
"Have you done the deed? Popped her cherry? You know, shown her how to make a baby?"
"Just what sort of sick, perverted bastard do you think I am?" I decide to try the angry approach, to see what's going on.
"The sort that gives a little girl what she wants without hurting her, of course." she replies. "I know all about Jenny. You see, I was working in the garden outside and I got to Alison's window while they were playing with their hairbrushes.
"I thought it was real cute, Alison learning about sex from her best friend exactly the same way I did. But then when Jenny said a man was better, my ears really pricked up. I listened in to see if I could identify this sick pervert so I could get him put away.
"Well, I heard your name, but Jenny kept going on about how nice you were and how you always did what she wanted and never forced her and how it was her idea in the first place and you tried to talk her out of it. That made me realize that getting rid of you would really upset at least one little girl who loved you, because she would be forced to give evidence against you."
"It would never come to that," I interject. "I'd confess, before I'd let her be questioned."
"Even so, she'd still think that she had something to do with you going to jail. Anyway, I was just going to make sure that CJ never brought you anywhere near my girls - you see I recognized your name. But every time I thought about it, I got wet between the legs and I started trying to work out how to go about getting you here without CJ being around.
"When Dad had his scare the other day, just before my birthday weekend, I maneuvered CJ into suggesting you and bringing you around for the girls to meet. When Rene accepted you, I *knew* that Alison would be in the hands of somebody who would give her only what she wanted and not try to force anything else on her. And when I saw how Alison kept on giving you peeks at her tits and showing off her knickers when she thought nobody was watching, I knew that she'd chosen you to take her virginity."
"You saw that did you?" I ask, recovering enough to laugh.
"Yep!" She laughs back. "So did you make it special for her?"
"Yes," I reply, "I'd like to think so."
"Good," she says decisively. "I want to hear every juicy little detail when I get back."
"Uh, yeah." I say. "We still might have a problem though. You know how 'shy' is a good word to describe Rene. Well, take the middle letter and move eight places down the alphabet."
I listen to her counting through the letters of the alphabet, "I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P. P, shy, spy. Oh!"
"Yeah, spy," I say dryly. "While you were doing the weeding, she was counting dust bunnies in Alison's room."
"She was under the bed?" Cheryl says, giving a shocked little laugh.
"Correct. Then last night, after we thought she was asleep, she saw Alison kneeling between my knees charming the one-eyed trouser snake - don't worry, it was her idea - and this morning, I woke up just in time to paint her tonsils."
"Oh god!" Cheryl gasps. "I hope it didn't scare her."
"Surprised her quite a bit and then she saw me looking at her and froze. I think it would have been okay, except Alison walked in before I could tell her I wasn't mad. She was terribly afraid that we would be mad at her, but we both cuddled and kissed her until she felt better and then we licked her face and tickled her till she nearly wet herself."
"Good. I'd hate to see her get hurt. You haven't tried to fuck her have you?"
"No, between my wake-up call and Alison teaching her how to do the charming properly, I haven't had the time, nor the energy."
"Well, you might have just saved your balls," she says, in jest, "because the thought of my little baby girl getting her cherry popped is making me soak my drawers, and I don't want to miss seeing it happen."
"Ah, that might be a bit difficult, she's been playing with her hairbrush too."
"All the better, it won't hurt her when you do, do the deed."
"Guess what else Agent Double-O Five and a bit has been into," I say.
"I'm not sure I want to," Cheryl replies with a groan. "Go on, tell me the worst."
"Well, you know your super secret hiding place?" I ask, "It's been compromised."
"Oh God no!" she gasps, "Does she know what those things are for?"
"Yep, she found the instruction manuals," I reply.
"There aren't any..." she begins, "Oh!"
"Yeah, they gave her a fairly good idea of what to do," I pause for effect. "And she's tried every one of them on for size except Mr Big."
"Even I haven't tried that one!" Cheryl gasps. "CJ bought it for me as a joke. You mean she's tried everything else? Even the Black Mamba?"
"As much as would fit anyway," I say. "God, that was obscene, the bloody balls were hanging down by her knees and it stretched her so much, it looked like the bloody thing was a part of her body."
"Oh shit, don't say things like that," she gasps, obviously aroused. "This is a public phone booth and you're giving me an itch I can't scratch. But tell me, how in the hell did she manage to get that thing to fit in the first place?"
"Well, just about the same time she started playing with her hairbrush, she saw you cleaning one of your toys and she decided she wanted to be a 'big girl' too. So she went and hid in your room and waited for you to put it away."
"I remember that," Cheryl says. "I thought the little shit had gone outside."
"And then you went shopping and Alison was watching TV, so Rene locked herself in your room and went to work in a very scientific and thorough manner. She made it about half way through your collection that day and since then, every time she's had a chance, she's tried a new toy.
"Her intention was to show you that she was a big girl too, as soon as she managed to accommodate Mr Big."
"Oh my God, that thing would split her in half," Cheryl cries in shock. "I hope you put an end to that idea."
"Yeah, I convinced her to wait a little while before she grew up any more.
"You know, Alison's quite put out by her little sister," I continue with a chuckle.
"Why's that?"
"She can only get half way through your collection before she has to stop."
"Well, there's not much that Rene can beat Alison at yet," Cheryl laughs, "but I *could* wish it was something a little more mundane. I'd hate to think about what might happen if she starts crowing about it."
"Actually, that's more or less how I found out about your toys in the first place. Though it was Alison who was doing the boasting. She decided to show Rene what she could do, sat in my lap, and then told her that she couldn't do it. That made Rene mad and she went to your wardrobe and got out your case.
"One by one she demonstrated exactly what would fit, culminating with her stuffing four inches of the Black Mamba into her pussy and then challenging Alison to give it a try."
On the other end of the line, I hear a loud clunk and a series of muffled, gasping obscenities. A moment later, Cheryl picks up the receiver and apologizes, "Sorry about that, you just made me cum without touching myself."
Just then, I hear a warning tone and Cheryl hurriedly says, "Shit, I've got to go, I haven't got any change left. I'll try and call you from Swan Hill, but CJ might make that impossible. Christ, the way I feel now, I might just make sure of it. So if I don't, I'll see you when we get back, give my love to the girls and don't go ruining my baby girl's virtue until I'm there to <click>."
I hang up the phone and go into the lounge where the kids are watching Gargoyles. "Girls, we've got a problem," I say. "Your Mum says I'm not allowed to fuck Rene."
"Why not?" Rene asks in the interval that her sister leaves as she tries to pick up her jaw.
"Because she wants to watch," I grin, watching Alison's face. Her eyes threaten to pop from her head and her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish as she tries to digest what I'd just said.
"She wants to watch you fuck Rene?" she gasps. "What about me?"
"What about you?" I ask.
"What did she say about me?"
"Oh, she just wanted to know if your first fuck was a good one and then we talked about Rene," I ignore Alison as her expression shifts from shock to incredulity and say, "Guess what, Rene? Your Mama had an orgasm right in the phone booth when I told her about how you played with her toy dicks."
"Really?" the little girl squeals excitedly and jumps up and down chanting "Mama had a 'gasm. Mama had a 'gasm."
Rene becomes suddenly somber as Alison cries, "Shut up, Rene!" She then turns scared eyes on me. "She knows about us?" she asks incredulously.
"Actually, I only really told her about Rene," I say. "She already knew you were going to fuck me before she left."
"She did?" Alison yelps.
"Uh-huh," I nod, "Next time you have a secret conversation, you might want to check outside the window as well as under the bed," I say with a grin. "Your Mama heard every word and every disgusting noise you and Jenny made."
I sit down on the couch and pat the seat beside me. "Come and sit here and I'll explain it a bit better."
A moment later, I have a little girl snuggled up against my right side and a very little one cuddled under my left arm."Okay," I say, "Your mama heard you two, fucking yourselves with your hairbrushes, and she thought it was cute because that's how she got started too. Then Jenny started talking about men, and your mama kept listening because she wanted to know who I was so she could tell the police.
"Lucky for me though, she started to get hot, thinking about you fucking someone. And I think she guessed that you were going to do it soon anyway, and decided that I sounded like a nice guy and wouldn't hurt you like some people would. So when your grandad got sick, she tricked your daddy into getting me to babysit. She even bought those knickers for you."
"Does this mean I don't have to keep secrets from Mama anymore?" Rene asks.
"Well, not about this anyway," I say. "You'll have to make up your own mind about other secrets."
"What about Daddy?" Alison asks.
"Talk to your mother first," I reply, "because I think she's keeping it a secret from him. Okay?"
"Okay," she agrees, "What are we going to do now?"
Chapter 15 - A new 'friend'?
"Well, what would you like to do?" I ask, hastily adding, "Apart from that," when her eyes drift towards my groin.
"Spoilsport," she grins, "Can we go to the park?"
"Yay, park!" Rene gives her vote with a cheer.
"The park it is," I say. "Do you want to make a picnic of it?"
"Yay, picnic!" Rene starts bouncing excitedly around the room.
"Alison?"
"Sounds great," she grins.
"Well, we'd better get some clothes on and get ready then," I say, snagging Rene as she passes in front of us. "Come on, you, let's get dressed."
"Don't wanna," she replies, grinning.
"Okay," I say, letting her go, "We'll leave you behind."
"Don't care," she says.
"Okay, Alison, let's go," I stand up and pull Alison to her feet.
Leaving Rene standing in the middle of the lounge, we head down the hall, separating at her mother's bedroom door. I exchange my posing pouch for something a little more comfortable and slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. After running a comb through my hair and beard and putting on my boots, I scoop up a jacket and go to see what Alison is up to, stepping over Rene, who has planted herself in the middle of the doorway, as if she isn't there.
I meet Alison as she comes out of her room, and she stops to let me admire her. She is dressed in a figure-hugging denim miniskirt with a matching jacket. Under the jacket, she is wearing a plain white blouse, which is just thin enough to let a hint of her developing areolae show through. On her feet, she has a pair of white canvas shoes and white ankle socks trimmed with lace. Her shining, golden hair is pulled back into a ponytail fastened with a blue velvet scrunchie.
She smiles at my low admiring whistle and jumps into my arms, tilting her face up for a kiss. I plant one on the end of her nose, making her giggle, then lower her back to the ground and take her hand. She follows my lead as I ignore Rene, stepping around her on our way to the kitchen.
As we move around the kitchen, packing fruit, making up sandwiches, and a thermos of tea, we step over and around our little shadow. I smile inwardly as the consternation in her expression becomes more and more pronounced, but outwardly I show no more awareness of her presence than I do of one of the kitchen chairs.
"Ready, Alison?" I ask, snapping down the lid on the esky.
"What about me?" Rene asks plaintively, her tiny chin aquiver.
"You're not dressed," I say, hefting the esky and heading for the front door.
"Wait! I'll get dressed," Rene cries, running down the hall to her room.
"Would you really have left her behind?" Alison asks curiously.
"Of course not," I grin, "but she just found out I'm more stubborn than she is."
A few moments later, a muffled cry for help comes from Rene, and I go to see what the problem is. In her haste to get ready, she has become entangled in the dress she is trying to put on, actually managing to force her head halfway into the sleeve. Grinning, I peel it off her and help her put it on properly. Handing her a pair of pale blue, knee-length socks, I get up to look for a jumper, but Alison is already holding a bright red parka.
"Thanks," I say, "Shoes?"
Alison reaches under the bed, coming up with a cute little pair of sneakers, which she slips onto her little sister's feet.
Bouncing to her feet, Rene slips her arms into the parka I hold ready for her. "Okay, I'm ready, let's go," she declares, pulling away from me.
"Really?" I ask. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror?"
She does as I ask and giggles as she lifts her hand to her somewhat tangled hair. "Oh yeah."
"Come on, that's soon fixed," I say, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder.
In the lounge, I pull her into my lap and quickly, but gently, pull the tangles from her hair. Gathering her hair in my hand, I send Alison to get another scrunchie.
Then I usher them outside, and just as I'm about to pull the door shut, Rene cries, "My seat!" and forces her way back inside, returning a moment later hugging a foam booster seat almost as big as she is.
Two minutes later, I have both girls strapped in. In the back seat, much to Alison's disgust, and I slip in behind the wheel. On our way to the park, I stop at a service station for a couple of bottles of soft drink and some ice for the esky.
Ten minutes later, I pull up in front of an adventure playground, which lies at the end of a dead-end street, surrounded by bushland. It had been built in anticipation of a housing development that had failed due to the recession. During the week, it is aswarm with kids on their way home from a nearby primary school, but on the weekend, it is largely abandoned, too isolated for it to be considered safe for unsupervised children.
On either side of the street are several overgrown blocks of land, littered with scraps of weathered building materials and the dirt from half-dug foundations. I know from earlier explorations of the area that the bush behind the empty blocks are only narrow strips, about fifty meters deep, beyond which lies similar streets. A paved bicycle track links these streets to the park and also to a completed development some two hundred meters beyond the bushland behind the park.
When I pull up, I'm somewhat surprised to see a skinny little girl in a dirty, floral print dress and pink cardigan, with dark curly hair, kicking herself, somewhat dispiritedly, back and forth on one of the swings, the toes of her scuffed sneakers dragging in the dirt. She is so deeply absorbed in her own sad little world that she does not notice us until she hears the car doors slamming. She looks up with a sulky expression, which quickly clears when she sees the girls tumbling out of the car.
Leaving me and a suddenly shy Rene to unpack the car, Alison runs over to the little girl and starts talking to her. I hand Rene the bag containing our cups and other utensils and dump a rubber-backed rug on top. Taking up the esky, I direct Rene, who can't see over the load in her arms, to a sunny patch of grass nearby.
As I shake out the blanket, Alison and her new friend come skipping up to us. "This is Anna, Greg, her Mama made her come here because she kept on waking up her new baby brother. She lives over there behind the trees," Alison waves in the direction of one of the adjacent streets. "Can she stay and have a picnic with us?"
"I think Anna's mother might be expecting her back for lunch," I say, "Besides, it's still a little early to eat."
"I meant when it was time to eat, silly," Alison tells me scornfully. "Can she play with us till then?"
"I don't see why not," I reply with a grin, "That is, of course, if Anna wants to play with a couple of little horrors like you."
"Oh, I do," Anna says earnestly, "I thought there'd be somebody here to play with, because I heard lots of kids yesterday, but I haven't seen anybody all day."
"How long have you been living here, Anna?" I ask, "I didn't know there were any houses on that street."
"Oh, there aren't," she replies, "Daddy's building us one, but he got hurted and we're living in a caravan, because we had to leave our old house."
"Well, why don't we put all of this away, and we'll go and see your mother, Anna," I say, "We can ask her if you can have lunch with us. And there are a couple of things I need to say to her too."
"Okay," she replies a little sadly, "but Mummy will say yes, because she says I'm a nuisance."
"That's probably because she's worried about your daddy," I say reassuringly.
We quickly bundle everything back up and lock them in the back of my car, and after unpeeling Rene from my leg and moving her to my shoulders, we follow Anna along the bike path to the next street over.
One of the blocks has been cleared, and the frame of a house has begun to take shape on top of a poured concrete floor slab. Rather incongruously, a partially complete bathroom is visible through an open doorway. It is the only section of the house to have the plaster of the walls nailed up. A plastic tarp fixed over the ceiling joists protects it from the weather.
Beside the frame of the house is a medium-sized caravan, from which emerged the thin wail of a hungry baby. Before I can knock, Anna flings the door open and bounces inside, earning herself a sharp rebuke from a harassed-sounding woman.
Chapter 16 - Bread Cast Upon The Waters.
"I'm sorry, Mummy," Anna replies, somewhat abashed, "but I wanted to ask if I could have a picnic with some girls and their Daddy in the park."
"Anything to get you out of my hair," the woman cries, sounding so close to tears that I can't blame her for her uncharitable words. "Here, hold your brother so I can make his bottle first."
"His name's Greg, and the big girl is Alison," Anna chatters, "I don't know what the little girl is called. He says he wants to talk to you."
"They're here?""The woman yelps, sticking her head through the door to look at where we stand in an embarrassed huddle to one side of the door. "Oh God, I must look an absolute fright," she cries, her hands flying to her hair, "I'd invite you in, but the place is an absolute pig sty."
I pull the scrunchie from Alison's hair and muss it up, then run my fingers through my own until it stands on end. "There, we match," I say, grinning, "Now if you don't mind us inviting ourselves in, you look like you could do with a nice hot cuppa."
She giggles, a little hysterically, at me and nods, not trusting herself to speak, as she steps back into the van. I lift Rene down from my shoulders, holding her on my hip as she won't let me put her down, and step up after her.
"You sit down there, and I'll fix you a cuppa," I order this strange woman. Belatedly apologizing, "If you don't mind me taking over for a while."
She takes the indicated seat, saying, "No, I don't mind. I don't know who you are, but I could cheerfully kiss you right now."
"I'm Greg Mills, sometime knight in shining armour," I introduce us, "this is Rene and that's Alison making a beeline for your baby. And much as it would please me for them to be my children, I have to admit that I'm just borrowing them for the weekend, while their parents are on holiday."
"I'm Jean Little, no longer a maiden," she smiles wanly, "but very much in distress. You've already met Anna, and the 'little bundle of noise' is Robert. Now I better get his bottle, before he remembers he's hungry."
"No, you sit there, I can see everything I need, and once I've plugged the hole in his face, we'll see about you. Okay?"
"Oh, thank you!" Jean says fervently, "My husband slipped when he was erecting a roof truss two days ago and broke his hip. I've been trying to cope, but between worrying about him and the baby keeping me up at night and Anna during the day, I'm beginning to lose it."
Working around Rene, who still has her face buried in my shoulder, I wash my hands and get a bottle and teat from the sterilizing solution, and after checking with Jean, measure out the right amount of formula. When I feel the kettle, it is obvious that Jean had been waiting for it to cool, and that explains the cranky baby. It's still a little warm, but I make up the formula anyway, setting it in a bowl of cold water for a few seconds to cool.
After checking the temperature, I hold out the bottle to Jean, saying, "Mummy spit please."
"Huh?" she says, confused.
"Suck the teat for a second," I say, "He'll recognize the taste of your saliva and take the bottle faster."
"That's a new one on me," she says after briefly sucking on the bottle and grimacing at the taste, "Where did you learn that?"
"My neighbor," I reply, "I also borrow her kid on a fairly regular basis. You can do it to his dummy too, it works just as good as honey and it doesn't rot their teeth."
Peeling Rene back enough to look into her face, I ask, "Do you want to feed the baby?"
She immediately slithers down to the floor and takes the bottle from me. I follow her to the other end of the van, where the two older girls are struggling to keep Robert's attention. Lifting Rene into the middle of the bed, I arrange Robert, who is beginning to whimper, in her lap and show her how to hold him and the bottle. He looks to be about four months or so old, and as soon as the bottle touches his lips, his fists come up to grasp it.
Leaving the older girls to supervise Rene with the baby, I return to the front of the van, refilling the kettle and switching it on on the way.
"Do you have any kids of your own, Greg?" Jean asks as I shove a pile of nappies aside and sit down opposite her.
"No, not yet," I reply. "I haven't found anybody willing to settle down with me yet."
"You're kidding?" she says incredulously, "You know so much about them and you worked around having Rene on your hip like you do it all the time. God, if I weren't already married, I'd be proposing about now."
"I have to warn you, I drool in my sleep," I say, laughing. "Mostly, I just borrow other people's kids. That way, you can usually give them back when they need changing."
"I can relate to that," she laughs, "Have you ever noticed that they save the smelly ones for company?"
"Of course," I laugh back.
"Now, before he finishes his bottle, and the girls come back," I say, "there's something I should say."
"Sounds serious."
"Not yet, but it could be. It's about the park. I don't think it's a good idea to let Anna play there on the weekends. It's way too isolated for her to be there without supervision. It's okay after school, because half the kids from the school are there, but it's usually pretty deserted on weekends."
"Are you saying perverts hang out there?" she asks, her voice rising enough to attract the attention of the kids.
"Shush," I wait for the girls' attention to return to the baby and continue, "No, not at the moment, because it is so rarely used on the weekend. But it's going to get around that you've started to build here, and Anna might be in danger then, so I'd keep her close to you until a few people build on the street over there."
"How did you get the land anyway?" I ask, getting up to deal with the kettle, "I thought this was all one development that collapsed."
"It is. Sean, that's my husband, used to work for the developers, and when they went bust, he and the other employees were given land in lieu of back pay and redundancy. We wanted a block on the center road, but the receivers held onto that, waiting for the market to pick up again.
"Most of the others sold their land back to the new owners, but we held onto ours, and as our lease on the old place expired two months ago, we decided to move here as soon as Sean could get enough of the bathroom finished for us to use it. That way we could save the rent money and build faster. Last weekend, we moved into the van here, and then Sean had his damned fall," she finishes, becoming distraught.
"Here, drink this," I say, wrapping her fingers around a mug of sweet, milky tea.
"God, how much sugar did you put in this?" she asks after taking a sip.
"Enough," I tell her, sitting down with my own mug, "Now drink, you need it."
We silently sit sipping our drinks until Rene interrupts, calling out, "He's finished his bottle. He's smiling at me."
"Oops," I say, grabbing a nappy from the pile beside me and throwing it over my shoulder, "time for damage control."
I quickly scoop Robert from Rene's lap and lift him to my shoulder, patting his back. A few seconds later, he lets go with a sustained burp that tells me I'd just averted a major disaster.
Once I'm sure he's not going to present us with any little surprises, I check his nappy and, finding it dry, I give the girls back their living doll and go back to my cuppa.
"You moved quick there," Jean comments.
"I had to," I laugh, "can you imagine the mess there would have been when those three made like a trade union and went out in sympathy."
"I can, and I thank you from the bottom of my stomach for avoiding it."
"You're welcome," I say, "Now while we have such efficient babysitters, why don't you and I see to cleaning up a bit? You'll be much more cheerful if you're not constantly tripping over reminders of what you haven't had the time to do. And then we are going on a picnic."
"Oh god, how can I ever repay you?" she says, almost crying with relief.
"You don't," I reply, "you do whatever you can to help when you come across others in distress."
It takes a surprisingly short time for us to get the van cleared, with me in the kitchenette washing the dishes and sweeping the floor as Jean puts away the piles of clothing that have accumulated and makes the bed. At the same time, I steam sterilize a couple of empty soft drink bottles in the microwave and fill them with boiled water, giving Jean a head start on Robert's next few bottles.
When she sees what I'm doing, she gives me a heartfelt "Thanks." and a quick buss on the cheek, blushing like a schoolgirl.
As soon as we have finished cleaning up, Jean chases me out of the kitchenette, beaming her gratitude and saying, "We can at least bring our own contribution to the picnic."
As she begins to cut sandwiches for herself and Anna, Anna announces, "He's wet, Mummy."
I wave her back to the bench, and with Anna to fetch for me, and my two to giggle at his little circumcised dick, I quickly have him changed and in a fresh pair of rompers. Then when they would reclaim their newest toy, I tell them it's time he was put down for a nap.
They give in with good grace, and after watching me tuck him into his cradle, they retire to the table at the front of the van to play with Anna's Barbies. Rene, having gotten over her initial shyness, becoming so bossy that I have to rein her in.
Chapter 17 - The Picnic.
Ten minutes later, we are on our way back to the playground. Jean and I carrying Robert in a capsule, and the girls laden with a basinet for Robert, his travel bag, and the food. When we arrive, my two dump their loads and make a beeline for the slide, while Anna, in a sudden fit of conscience, offers to help us set up.
However, Jean sees where her daughter would rather be and, taking the thought for the deed, thanks her and sends her off with a pat on the backside. A few minutes later, we have lunch laid out on the blanket, and a sleeping Robert transferred to the basinet.
The girls come running when we call, attacking the simple feast as if they had not eaten in days. Then, when the sandwiches are nothing but a memory and the girls are engaged in a giggling belching contest, Jean produces a block of chocolate and distributes it among us, causing Rene to surprise me and her sister by giving Jean a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then, having determined that nothing remains to fill their hollow legs, they try to drag me off to play with them.Laughing, Jean shoos me away, saying, "Go on, I'll be fine here with Robert, you've given me the first half hour to myself I've had since before we moved."
With me to provide the muscle, the first thing they want to try is the spinning egg. I beg off, telling them they should let lunch settle a bit first. So their next choice is the swings.
Fortunately for them, but not for me, there are three swings on the frame, and they have me running like a blue-arsed fly as I move from side to side giving each of them a push. At first, I give Rene tiny pushes, not wanting to scare her, but she soon starts shrieking, "Higher, Higher!"
Even when I have all three of them rising above my head on the back swing, she continues to exhort me to push her even higher. Abandoning the other two to their own devices, I concentrate my efforts on Rene's swing and soon have her rising to a height of ten or twelve feet at the top of each swing.
When I look to the others, Anna is swaying back and forth, pumping the swing so that she maintains a maximum height of five feet or so, while Alison has come to a full halt, her head turning from side to side as she incredulously follows her baby sister's movement. Again, she looks as though she is looking at her sister for the first time.
Leaving Rene to the forces of gravity and friction, I approach Alison and start spinning her swing, winding the chains together for about twenty turns before letting her go. Squealing with delight, she spins faster and faster, her hair flying out in a diaphanous cloud.
Of course, as soon as the other two see this, they want to try it too. Anna drags her feet in the dirt to bring herself to a quick stop, but Rene, her little legs too short to reach the ground, has to yell for me to stop her. I'm not sure that the swings are far enough apart to set all three girls spinning at once. So after stopping Rene, I wait for Alison to spin down, and dismount.
She manages to take about four reeling steps before she collapses in a giggling heap, her head turning on her shoulders as her eyes follow the dictates of her inner ears. Leaving her sprawled indecorously on the grass, (her skirt barely covering her knickers) to recover on her own, I wrap the two outer swings around the support poles.
Having new devilry in mind, I get Anna to lie down in her swing, before winding her up. I tell her to pull her legs in if she wants to go faster and stick them out straight to slow down. Then lifting her swing back and to the side, I release her, with a flick to her heels to impart a little extra speed.
Her happy shrieks pierce the air as she curls herself up as tight as she can, her spinning swing also moving in a larger circle as it winds down. When the movement of the swing has slowed to lazy oscillations, she stops herself with her feet, and pulls herself to her feet, using the chains. Releasing the chains, she takes three staggering steps backwards and caroms off me, landing in a laughing heap at my feet.
"My turn!" Rene shrieks, flinging herself over the seat of the swing.
Smiling, I wonder what this adrenaline junkie has done with the shy little girl who had been afraid of her own shadow barely six hours earlier. I haul Anna to her feet and half carry her over to where Alison is sitting, her hair in complete disarray, and a happy smile on her face. When I lower Anna to the ground beside her, she flops backwards, throwing her arms wide.
After I wind Rene up and let her go, I join Alison and Anna on the ground, lying back between them and watching the clouds scud by. A moment later, Alison squirms around and makes a pillow of my stomach. On my other side, Anna sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. Her dress falls into her lap, and I can see her little bottom tightly encased in white cotton and a little higher I can see her pussy pushing the fabric out between her legs.
They start talking about the latest exploits of Ken and Barbie, and not terribly interested in the subject of the conversation, I look over towards the blanket. Totally exhausted by the last couple of days, Jean now lies fast asleep, curled protectively around Robert, who she has moved onto the blanket with her.
A short time later, Rene staggers from the swing, somehow or other keeping her feet until she encounters mine and falls on top of her big sister. Alison cries out loudly in surprise and pain, and I hear Robert begin to fuss. I look over to the blanket and see Jean sit up and rock him back and forth, comforting him.
When he has settled down, she changes his nappy and then, tucking him under one arm, she comes over to us. "I think it's time we went home, Anna," she says, "Robert's spent enough time in the sun for one day."
"Do I have to?" Anna asks beseechingly.
"Well, I don't think we should impose on Greg any more," Jean tells her daughter, "He's already been more helpful to us than we have any right to expect."
"Where's the imposition?" I ask, "I'm already here with these two, and it's no chore to keep my eye on another. If you want to continue your half holiday, I'll bring her home before we leave."
"Well, if you're sure," Jean says.
"I'm sure," I reply, "It's no problem."
"Well, okay then. Can you send her back about three o'clock, if you don't want to leave before then. I want to get up to the hospital to see Sean," she smiles down to her daughter. "You be good now."
"Yes, Mummy," Anna replies cheerfully, trotting back to the blanket with her mother and helping her to pack up the baby's things.
Jean declares that she's perfectly fine when I offer to help her carry the things back to the van and heads off across the park to the bike track.
Chapter 18 - Little Exi-piss-ionists And Monkey Tricks.
"Well, what now?" I ask.
"The egg," is their unanimous reply.
I let them haul me to my feet and lead me over to it. We clamber inside, with Rene and I opposite Alison and Anna. Then, taking hold of the wheel in the center, I start turning it, going faster and faster. When it gets to the point where I can't grip and release quickly enough to go any faster, I carefully let myself back against the wall, being careful not to crush Rene.
With their weights almost tripled, their laughter is somewhat strained as they make astronaut faces at each other and try to lean into the center. Rene then discovers the fun of lifting her arm and letting it go limp so that it thumps me in the stomach. Unfortunately for me, under the high G's of the spinning capsule, her tiny arm has all the impact of a medicine ball. Being winded under normal conditions ain't funny, and at something like two and a half G's, getting your breath back becomes almost impossible. In fact, by the time I do, Alison has brought the capsule to a standstill and is blowing on her hands to cool them.
A tiny tug on my sleeve makes me look down at Rene, her expression like that of a dog expecting to be kicked. "I'm sorry. Are you all right?" she whispers, almost crying.
"Oh, Honey," I say, pulling her onto my lap and cuddling her, "it's all right, I know you didn't really mean it."
"You sure?" she asks.
"Yes, I'm sure," I reassure her, "now give me a kiss and we'll forget it. Okay?"
She tilts her head back for me and meets my lips with her own slightly parted. Although I would like to extend this kiss, I'm conscious of Anna's presence, so I keep it brief. As we separate, some wicked little imp makes her flick her tongue across my lips, and a moment later, she gives me a decidedly naughty grin.
Across from us, Alison and Anna have their heads together and are holding a conversation in low tones, thinking that I'm still comforting Rene, but I have no trouble hearing what they are saying.
"I need to pee," Alison is whispering.
"Me too," Anna replies, "I'll take you to my place."
"There's nobody around," Alison says, "why don't we just do it here."
"What about him?" Anna asks, shocked.
"So what," Alison says dismissively, "he's seen me before. We don't wear anything in the spa, and then afterwards, we had a shower together. You know how the water makes you want to pee if you haven't been for a while? Well, we thought it was pretty silly to get out, so we just did it there."
"You mean you've seen his thingy?" Anna asks, her voice rising to a point where I have to take notice.
"Alison," I ask, "what are you saying?"
"I was just saying how we don't wear anything in the spa and how we just peed in the shower afterwards because it was silly to get out," she explains.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because we need to pee, and I don't want to go back to Anna's," she tells me, "Can we do it here?"
"You most certainly can't do it in here," I say, pointing at the floor, deliberately misunderstanding her.
"No, silly," she giggles, "outside. There's nobody who can see."
"Well, I don't know," I say slowly.
"I need to go too," Rene says from my lap, "Real bad."
"Well, I guess it'll be okay, but we'd better move back into the bush," I say, trying to sound reluctant.
Without further ado, Rene slides from my lap and, holding my hand, she leads me out of the capsule, dragging me at a half-run towards the trees and scrub on the other side of the bike track at the back of the park.
As soon as we are out of sight of the park and the bike track, she pulls her knickers down to her ankles and lifts the hem of her dress up to her waist, then squats in the dirt, half facing me. "Oh, I'll get my undies," she says and stands back up to strip them off and hand them to me.
This time when she squats, she faces me directly, and I get a perfect view of her little puffy slit. A moment later, she cuts loose with a strong, golden stream that spatters into the dust and leaf litter between her feet. As she pees, she holds her head down, watching the piss emerge from between the fat halves of her hairless baby pussy.As she finishes and stands up, Alison lifts her skirt, showing off her skimpy little knickers, her bald cunt clearly visible through the practically transparent fabric.
"Oh wow!" Anna gasps, "Where did you get those knickers?"
"Mama gave them to me," Alison replies with a grin, "Aren't they naughty?"
"I'll say," Anna says in a strange tone, "It almost looks like you aren't wearing any at all."
"Well now I'm not," Alison giggles, stripping them off and handing them to me.
When she squats, she does so in a fashion that lets all three of us see between her legs. She places her feet as far apart as she can manage, then as if that is not obscene enough, she separates her labia with her fingers. Showing off every square millimetre of the inside of her pussy, from the small, glistening, pink hole at the base to her erect little clit at the top of her slit. As I watch, her urethral opening bulges and opens up, emitting a strong, yellow stream of urine onto the dirt.
Giggling, she begins to play with the flow, cutting it off completely and then expelling it in short, sharp bursts. Then, as her bladder empties, she reduces the flow to a mere trickle that runs down between her labia and over the entrance to her vagina and then her arsehole, to drip from the end of her tail bone. She finishes with three quick spurts then takes her time standing up, grinning wickedly all the while.
By this time, poor Anna is standing with her legs crossed and her hand pressed into the junction of her thighs. "You won't tell Mummy will you?" she asks, looking up at me beseechingly.
"No, I won't tell her," I reassure her.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Grimacing with the strain of holding her pee, she modestly slips her hands under the skirt of her dress and quickly pulls her knickers off and hands them to me. A moment later, she pulls her dress up to her waist and drops into a squat so quickly that my knees ache in sympathy. So urgent is her need, that even before her bottom hits her heels, she is pissing into the dirt.
Her large pussy lips are so tightly closed that the stream sprays a little wildly and wets her legs. With a strained grunt, she shuts off the flow and she uses her fingers to pull the plump lips of her mound apart. Her inner labia are surprisingly well developed for a girl of her age, and at the point where they meet, the tip of an amazingly large clit peeks from its hood. At the base of her slit, her vaginal entrance is little more than a puckered, pink dimple with a tiny dark hole at the center.
A second later, she sighs, pushing the pee from her body in a golden arch. Fifteen seconds or so later, the flow slackens to a dribble that flows over the dimple marking the entrance to her vagina, making her giggle a little at the tickling sensation.
A moment later, she stands, letting her dress fall and looks up into my face, blushing prettily.
"Come on," I say, "let's get your legs dried off."
Jamming their knickers into my pocket, I lead them back to the blanket, smiling at the conversation that begins behind me.
"Piddling like that in front of him made me feel all funny," Anna whispers to Alison.
"Where?" Alison asks, "In your pussy?"
"Is that the place between my legs?" Anna asks, "That's where it felt funny, sort of tingly."
"Yeah," Alison answers, "When I feel like that, I sometimes rub my bumpy bit and it feels even better."
Pretending not to hear their conversation, when we reach the blanket, I rummage through the bag we'd brought our plates in for napkins.
"Mummy says I'm not supposed to touch myself there," Anna says, "She says it's nasty."
"No it's not," Alison says, "I do it all the time and it feels really, really good. And MY Mama says it's all right too."
"Here you go girls," I say, holding out a handful of paper napkins.
They each take one and Anna watches as both Rene and Alison pull their hems up to their waists and push their hips forwards, almost in my face. Spreading their labia with their fingers, they wipe their pussies dry. Alison then drops her napkin on the grass and very deliberately runs her finger back and forth in her slit a couple of times, going so far as to insert the first joint of her finger into her vagina. Only when I give her a warning look does she take her hand away and drop her skirt.
"See?" she says to Anna.
Blushing, Anna pulls up her dress, just enough to clear her well developed pussy and immediately covers it with the napkin and her hand. She slowly wipes herself dry, then covers herself up again as she wipes up the errant droplets bespattering her legs.
Picking up Alison's napkin by a corner, I hold it out to her and point at the nearby bin. She gingerly takes it from me and all three of them 'do the right thing', disposing of the soiled wads of tissue.
I hold out their knickers to them when they return, but as Anna reaches for hers, Alison asks, "Can we leave them off? The air feels nice on my bare pussy and bum."
"If you want to," I reply, feeling more comfortable with Anna's presence now that I know she's unlikely to tell her mother about anything.
"Good, the breeze makes my pussy tingle. What about you? Is your pussy tingling?" she finishes, turning to Anna.
"Yeah, sort of," Anna replies blushing. "Can we?" she asks me, "You can't tell Mummy though."
I mime buttoning my lip, making her giggle. After putting their knickers into my bag, I let the girls lead me over to the see-saw. All three of them cram onto one end and I take the other. Even with all three of them to counter balance me, I have to sit in, a good two feet from the end, to level it.
From where I sit, I have a perfect view up under Rene's little dress and I happily drink in the sight of her perfect, little, baby pussy as we rock up and down. Nor does it take very long for her to notice the direction of my gaze. With a wicked grin, she moves one hand back between her legs and starts playing with her puffy slit, rubbing her fingers up and down the full length of her little crack, pushing her fingertip into her vagina at the bottom and making little circles over her clit at the top.
Then, just as she starts to become aroused, Alison gets a wicked thought of her own and whispers something to the other two. A few seconds later, as their end touches the ground, all three of them fall sideways off the see-saw. Fortunately for my tail bone, I'd guessed that was what she had had in mind and I get my feet under me in time to keep from crashing into the ground.
A second later, I forget all about what sort of revenge I will extract, as Anna starts crying, her hand pressed to the inside of her thigh. Quickly, I move over to where they lie in a tumbled heap and kneel down.
Gently, but firmly I pull her hand away, to find a raw looking scrape about two inches long and a nasty looking black splinter, about half an inch long, under her skin about three inches down from her pussy. "Ouch!" I say, "That's got to hurt."
"It does," she sobs, curling up to look at it.
"Well come on then," I say, scooping her up in my arms, "let's go over to the blanket and get it out."
Kneeling on the blanket, I gently lie her down, lifting the hem of her dress up onto her belly. To get at the splinter, I have to rest the side of my hand on her smooth mound, the tip of my little finger actually pressing into her tight slit over the entrance to her vagina.
Fortunately, about an eighth of an inch of the thick, evil looking splinter still protrudes from her skin. Not giving her any warning, I take hold of the end and holding her leg down, I give it a quick jerk, extracting it from her thigh. She jumps at the sudden pain, and her sobs, which have almost stopped, resume with renewed force.
Lifting her into my lap, I cup her warm little bottom in my hand and rock her back and forth, apologising and explaining why I had to do it that way. Gulping, she gets her tears under control and smiles up at me wanly.
Taking my handkerchief, fortunately clean, from my pocket, I gently dry her tears, then ask if I can take another look. Nodding, she lies back down on the rug, pulls her dress up, and spreads her thighs. There is a tiny bead of blood at the point where the splinter had pierced the soft white skin of her inner thigh.
"I'm sorry," I say, "but I'm going to have to hurt you again. I want to squeeze some more blood out to wash out any dirt that's still in there. Will you be a brave girl for me and let me do it?"
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she nods jerkily, lifting her leg up for me. Again I rest the side of my hand on the soft, warm skin of her little pussy, then warning her this time, and giving her my handkerchief to bite on, I place my thumb and forefinger either side of where the splinter had been and squeeze out a large drop of blood.
She grunts with the pain, and when I look to her face, I see two shimmering tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Taking a napkin from the bag, I gently dab up the blood, and then folding it into a thick pad, I hold it over the scrape on her leg and use my handkerchief to tie it in place.
"How's that?" I ask, lifting her to stand in front of me. "Better?"
"Yes," she nods, then throwing her arms about my neck, she kisses me softly and says, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I say, hugging her back. "Do you want to go home?"
"Uh-uh," she shakes her head. "It's better now. See?" She takes a few steps, grimacing once as her thighs brush together.
"Well, ok, if you're sure," I say, pushing myself to my feet and taking her hand, "Come on, let's watch these two burn their bums on the slide."
My little joke has the desired effect, cheering her up a little and making her giggle softly. She then looks up at me and asks, "Can I have the splinter so I can show Mummy?"
"Sure," I say. "If we can find it.All three of us cast about the blanket, and a minute later, Rene gives a triumphant cry, holding her hand up with the splinter between thumb and forefinger. Taking it from her, I find an empty baggie in my bag, seal it inside, and drop it in with their knickers.
Hand in hand, we follow Alison and Rene to the big spiraling slide, and watch them climb the ladder, their little white bums flashing at us from beneath their skirts. At the top, Alison makes a production of sitting on the back of her skirt and pushes off with a whoop of joy, quickly descending to the bottom and running back around to the ladder. Rene too carefully tucks her dress under her bottom as she sits down and descends with a delighted shriek that ends with a grunt as she lands with a bump in the coarse sand at the bottom.
After watching them a couple of times, Anna decides that she is well enough to have a go for herself. Little white bum flashing under her skirt, she climbs the ladder and, shrieking happily, she descends to the bottom. The next time around, she wants to make a train, and she wants me to join in.
The other two gleefully fall in with her idea, and a moment later, I find myself ascending the ladder with three cute white bottoms and flashing hints of hairless pink cracks above me. As they are ascending in order of age, I find Alison's bum almost in my face, and a sweet musky odor in my nose that almost sends me wild with desire.
A second later, it is in my face as she suddenly stops and thrusts it back. I blow a zoober into the pale soft flesh of her flawless young backside, making her squeal with laughter and push back against me. Opening my mouth, I gently bite into her tender white bottom, and she gets the hint, pulling away with a final shimmy and a giggle.
When we reach the little platform at the top, Anna asks incredulously of Alison, "Did you just fluff in his face?"
"No, silly," Alison giggles in reply, "He blew a fart on my bottom."
"Well, she stuck it in my face," I say defensively, as Anna turns a wide-eyed stare on me.
Giggling, they arrange themselves at the top of the slide, holding onto the sides while I slide my legs in beside them and wrap my arms about their waists. With whoops of joy, they let go, and quickly gathering speed, we descend to the bottom. Just before we reach it, I let go of the girls, letting them shoot off the bottom in a happily shrieking tangle of arms and legs, stopping myself so that I don't land on top and crush them.
On the next ascent of the ladder, Rene takes the rear, and about halfway up, she presents her tiny bottom for a zoober. Smiling, I set her flesh aquiver, delighting in the sweet sound of her laughter so much that I have to press my lips to the other side and do it again.
At the top, Alison gives me a mock dirty look for the double blast I'd given her sister as they take up their positions and wait for me to slip in behind them. As we descend, Alison's hair flies back, tickling my face, and my laughter joins theirs. Once again, I dump them, shrieking with shrill girlish laughter, into the sand. As they land in a jumbled heap, they give me tantalizing glimpses of their sweet young pussies as they untangle themselves.
On the third ascent, the other two push a furiously blushing Anna to the rear, but as she makes no actual objection, I don't interfere. As we ascend, I drink in the enchanting view of her little white buns and the tight slit that briefly appears and vanishes at the top of her thighs. Indeed, I'm so engrossed at the sight that when she stops, I continue, bumping into her, my nose slipping between her small white buttocks.
She squeals at the unexpected contact, almost falling back against me, then steadies herself, waiting for me to blow into the milky white flesh. Happy, nay, eager to comply, I blow half a dozen or so quick zoobers on her little bottom, making her squeal joyfully and pull away, then push back for more.
When I stop, I imagine I can detect a slight whiff of little girl musk as she falteringly finishes her ascent. At the top, as we slip into place, I overhear her confide in a whisper to Alison, "That made my pussy place tingle."
Alison giggles in reply, saying nothing, as she waits for me to slip in behind them. At the bottom of our whooping descent, I brake myself only briefly before throwing myself over the giggling trio, catching myself on my hands as they shriek in mock terror.
Having exhausted the possibilities of the slide, they tow me over towards the intricate jungle gym and start swarming all over it, Alison then Rene flashing their backsides at me whenever the opportunity presents itself. A minute or so later, Anna blushingly joins in, deliberately facing me and climbing the ladder to the monkey bars two steps at a time.
As their play continues, they become bolder in their activities, vying with each other to see who can put on the naughtiest show, consciously facing me as they climb and turning their backs to me whenever they bend over. As my cock stiffens in my pants, Rene ups the ante, grasping a low bar and somersaulting through her arms, briefly hanging with her dress in the small of her back and her bottom on display, before dropping to the sand and standing up.
Anna's blushing display starts with her climbing the ladder of the monkey bars two at a time, then pulling herself onto the top and crawling along to the center. Then turning sideways, she grabs the rail beside her knees and drops, swinging back and forth a few times. With her dress pulled high by her arms stretched above her head, the hem barely covers her pussy, and as it flaps in the breeze of her motion, I'm treated to tantalisingly brief glimpses of her little slit. A few seconds later, she drops to the sand, her knees bending to take the impact, and then falls back onto her hands, her amazingly mature mound with its tight young slit on deliberate display for several seconds before she brings her widespread thighs together and pushes herself to her feet. Blushing furiously, she turns to watch what Alison will do.
Alison's lewd display begins with her climbing onto the top of the monkey bars and straddling them, her tight denim skirt bunched up around her waist as she humps her way along to the middle. Then, checking to be sure we are watching, she hooks her legs over one bar and lowers herself between it and the next, briefly hanging by her hands and knees. Then letting go with her hands, she hangs upside down, her smooth, hairless mound bulging prominently at the junction of her thighs as she swings back and forth. Then pulling herself back up, she somersaults through her arms and spreads her legs wide for a couple of seconds before letting go and dropping to the sand.
Rising with a smirk for me, she takes Anna aside, their heads together as they talk, punctuating their whispers with wicked little giggles on Alison's part and embarrassed ones on Anna's. I worry for a bit that Alison might spill the beans, but though Anna does throw a few looks my way, they are those of a little girl making sure they are not being overheard, and I decide that Alison will be discreet. Well, sort of discreet anyway.
Taking a pouting Rene by the hand, I lead her over to where a flying fox runs between two platforms and lift her onto the higher of the two. Climbing onto the lower one, I throw the handle up to where she can catch it. As she reaches up to grasp the handhold, her dress rides up, revealing a tiny hint of her puffy little slit. With a wild yell, she throws herself from the platform. As her full weight falls onto her arms, her dress rides even higher, the hem level with the top of her slit. She slides down the gently inclined rail with increasing speed until she reaches the bottom, then as the handle comes to an abrupt halt, she continues forwards, falling into my arms with a happy shriek.
Giving her bottom a quick squeeze under her dress, I lift her back to the handle and give her a push up to the other platform where Alison catches her. Then taking hold of the handle herself, Alison throws herself at me as hard as she can, lifting her legs high and wide as she rushes towards me.
Not wanting to wear one of those flying feet, I quickly move between them, and she hits me high in the chest, the impact knocking me over backwards. Looking down at me from her seat astride my chest, she giggles and rises to her knees and then stands, the white flesh of her sweet, young pussy starkly visible in the shadows beneath her skirt.
As I prepare to push her back up to the other platform, I take a handful of her bottom, sliding my thumb under the short hem of her skirt and briefly rubbing it along the damp crease between her legs, making her squeal and push back against me. I caress her little pussy for a few seconds, coating my thumb with her juices, then send her on her way up to the younger girls.
While Anna's attention is diverted by catching Alison, I quickly lick the sweet nectar of Alison's pussy juices from my thumb and take up station, sitting right on the edge of the platform, squarely beneath the rail.
As she shoves off, Anna too lifts her legs and parts them, giving me a perfect view of her little pussy as she rushes towards me, but this time I am better prepared for the impact, catching her in my arms and lowering her to my lap, where the solid lump of my erect prick presses against her pussy through the thick material of my jeans. It takes her a few seconds to realize what is pressing against her, and when she does, she blushes prettily and quickly pulls herself to her feet.
Not wanting to scare her, I send her back with a simple push on the bottom and wait for her to hand over the handle to Rene. As soon as Rene is on her way, Anna goes into a huddle with Alison, their glances in my direction making it obvious that she is telling the bigger girl about feeling my cock.A second later, Rene thumps into my chest and slides down into my lap, my hands cupping the warm globes of her bare little bottom beneath her skirt. I give them a quick squeeze, pulling her against me and gently rocking her up and down a few times, making her giggle. I then lift her up and shove her back towards the other girls.
This time around, I manage to withstand the considerable impact of Alison thumping into me and remain upright as she slides down into my lap, where she briefly rubs herself against me, then with a wicked smile, she places her hand in my lap and gives my cock a quick squeeze as she pushes herself upright. When she turns to grasp the handle of the flying fox and I lift my hand to fondle her wet little pussy, she thrusts her bum back at me, impaling herself on my thumb with a soft squeak. After giving her tight little cunt a couple of quick pokes with my thumb, I suck my thumb clean behind her back, savoring the sweet ambrosial taste of her sexual fluids, then send her on her way.
As Anna comes flying towards me, I see Alison say something to Rene and decide that this will be the last time, as the look Rene gives me makes me shudder to think what she might do to top her sister.
A moment later, Anna makes it definite. As she approaches with a wild whoop, she lifts her legs too high and they go either side of my head. Catching her with my hands about her waist, I allow myself to fall backwards, absorbing the momentum of her impact with my arms. I finish with her sitting on my face, her little pussy against my lips. As I lift her from me, I can't resist blowing a zoober into her skin at the point where her prominent mound begins to curve outwards from her belly, just above her slit.
With a wild, giggling squeal, she rolls to one side and I worry that I've scared her, but when I sit up, I find her sitting with her back to the other girls as she inspects her pussy. She blushes when she notices me watching, but instead of covering up, she points at her fat clit, rubbing it gently with her fingertip as she whispers, "That made me feel all tingly right here."
"Did you like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she nods, continuing to rub her clit, "and rubbing it like this makes it feel even better."
"Well, you'd better stop it now," I say, "You can try it some more later."
Waving at the other two to join us, I jump down from the platform and swing Anna in a big circle as I lift her down. Big mistake, Rene comes flying up to me begging me to swing her around too. Laughing, I take her and Anna by the hand and lead them out onto a soft grassy spot. Then waving Anna back, I slip my hands under Rene's arms from behind and clasp them across her chest.
Lifting her feet off the ground, I start spinning faster and faster, until her feet are aimed at the horizon and she squeals with delight. When I slow down and release her, she takes two staggering steps then falls in a heap. She tries to stand up several times, giggling wildly as she falls back to the turf over and over again. Finally, she gives up and rolls onto her back, her eyes rolling in her head as she stares up at the spinning clouds, unconcerned that her dress is bunched up above her waist.
Giving me little time to recover, Anna claims her turn, pulling my hands under her arms and putting them together in front of her chest. Smiling at her enthusiasm, I entwine my fingers and start spinning. When I release her thirty seconds later, she doesn't even manage a single step before collapsing on top of Rene with a giggle.
Waving Alison away, I lean forwards, my hands on my knees as I recover my breath and sense of balance. When I do straighten up, she immediately places her wrists in my hands and asks me to spin her that way. Groaning, I start turning slowly, with her taking a few running steps before she lifts her legs from the ground. As I pick up speed, I lean back, spinning faster and faster until I'm almost stumbling over my own feet.
A few seconds later, I start slowing down until her toes brush the grass. Pulling her knees up a little, she twists, trying to get her feet under her as she comes in for a landing. A moment later, she deliberately digs her heels into the turf, tumbling to the ground, shrieking as she pulls me down on top of her.
Laughing, I start attacking her ribs, tickling her unmercifully in revenge. As she squirms, her shirt pulls from her skirt, exposing a widening expanse of lightly tanned skin. Then as soon as her cute little belly button comes into view, I press my lips to it and blow hard. Shrieking loudly, she brings her knees up, trying to protect her belly from my assault, but I'm too quick for her. Slipping my hands beneath her, I hold her pressed to my lips as I blow zoober after zoober into her belly button, not stopping until her struggles weaken and she begins to gasp for breath.
Sitting back, I look down on her. As she lies gaping like a goldfish trying to draw air into her tortured lungs, I notice that her shirt has ridden up under her arms and her skirt has rucked up around her waist. I let her recover for a little while, then pinning her flat, I blow three last zoobers, one each on her puffy titty mounds and a final sustained blast at the top of her mound, right over her clit. This last making her arch her back and force her sweet little pussy hard against my lips.
When I look up, I meet Rene's wide-eyed stare, while beside her, Anna just smiles, her hand gently rubbing her mound through the fabric of her dress as she remembers the sensation a similar treatment had induced in her own pussy. Below me, Alison gives me a curious little smirk as she rearranges her clothes.
"Well, I don't know about you lot," I say, slowly pushing myself to my feet, "but I'm pooped."
Leaving them to do as they wish, I only slightly exaggerate my stagger as I make my way over to the blanket and sit down. Pulling a half-empty bottle of Fanta from the ice in the esky, I take a long pull. As I lower the bottle, Rene snatches it from my grasp and takes a drink, before passing it on to Anna, who in turn passes it on to Alison, who drains the last couple of mouthfuls and tosses the bottle onto the blanket.
Then turning to me, she asks, "Can Anna come home with us and play in the spa?" Her request, echoed in the pleading eyes of the other two girls.
"I don't know," I reply slowly, "I think her mother wants her to go and visit her dad in the hospital."
"No, she doesn't," Anna says, "I have to stay outside with the nurses."
"Come on, let's ask her then," Alison says, grabbing my hand and trying to tug me to my feet. A moment later, Rene and Anna take hold of my other hand and I allow them to pull me to my feet.
But when they try to lead me towards the bike track, I hold back, saying, "Let's get packed up here first and then I'll drive us around."
They're so eager to get going that in less than a minute they have the rubbish stuffed in the bin, and everything else packed away. As Alison and Anna start hauling the esky across the grass, I ask, "Hey, haven't you forgotten something?"
As they turn back to me, I extract their knickers from my bag and hold them up. Giggling, they leave the esky and take their undies from my hand. Then after they have slipped them on, I suggest that they leave the esky to me and concentrate on the rest. A minute later, after giving Anna her splinter, I slam the boot and bundle them into the back seat.
Almost before the car has stopped, they tumble out of the car and are flying up the drive towards the caravan, only at the last minute, do they remember the baby and come to a sudden halt as they wait for me to catch up.
Chapter 19 - Anna Joins In.
Carefully opening the door, Anna leads the way inside, then her patience exhausted, the words tumble from her lips as she asks, "Can I go and have a spa with Alison and Rene, please Mummy."
"What was that, Anna?" asks her mother.
Realizing that Jean had been asleep, I stop with my foot on the step.
"Can I go to Alison and Rene's place and have a spa with them. Please?" she asks, making me smile at just how much wheedling she manages to squeeze into that last word.
"What? Where's Greg?" Jean asks, still not quite with it.
"I'm out here," I reply, "Can I come in?"
"Of course, come in," she replies. Then as I step up into the van, she says, "I guess I didn't realize, just how much the last couple of days took out of me. What's this Anna's saying?"
"Alison invited her over to play in the spa with her," I explain, "I suggested that you might want her back, but they insisted we ask you anyway."
"Well, I wouldn't want to impose on you any further, you've done so much for me already, but she does get pretty bored waiting at the nurses' station, while I visit Sean. They've still got him pretty well doped up and I don't want her to see him like that," she explains.
"But if it's okay with you, I guess she can go. There is one problem though, she doesn't have a suit. She grew out of her last one, and with summer over, I haven't bothered to get her another."
"That's all right," I answer before Alison or Rene say why she won't need one, "She can wear a pair of knickers and a t-shirt. Or we might be able to find an old suit of Alison's."
Anna emits a single shrill, squeal of delight, then remembering her sleeping brother, she slaps her hand across her mouth. "Sorry Mummy," she mumbles.
Her eyes twinkling, Jean says, "That's all right. Now let's find you something to wear."
"Can she have tea with us too?" Rene asks, "It's pizza."
"I guess so," Jean laughs, picking up her purse. Handing me a ten-dollar note, she says, "Here, this should cover her share and get them all an ice cream each too."
"Come on you," she turns to her daughter, "let's get some clean clothes on you."
As Anna protests, "I'm not a baby, Mummy!" Jean takes hold of the hem of Anna's dress and strips it off her."What did you do to yourself this time?" Jean asks resignedly, noticing the handkerchief tied around her daughter's leg.
"Jumped off the see-saw and I got a splinter, see," Anna answers, taking the dress from her mother and rummaging through the pockets for her souvenir.
"That's a beauty," Jean says appreciatively, admiring the splinter in its bag. "Just what were you doing jumping off the see-saw anyway?"
"Trying to dump me," I answer with a laugh.
"Oh, you didn't?" Jean cries in a shocked voice.
"Well, I think it was Alison's idea, and because Anna was stuck between the other two, she got what Alison should have," I say in Anna's defense.
"Well, let's have a look at it," Jean says, removing the handkerchief. "Oh, you did do a good job. Turning her daughter around to inspect the scrape, which continues around onto the back of her leg, she says, "These just won't do at all. Just what have you been sitting in?"
Thinking, 'Those knickers were clean when I gave them back,' I have a quick look. Obviously, in an attempt to show that she had not had her knickers off, Anna has rubbed dirt into the seat of her knickers while we were packing.
"Well, let's get these off," Jean says, grasping the waistband of her daughter's knickers.
"But he'll see my, my... thingy," Anna protests, waving her hand vaguely as she trails off into silence, a sweet blush suffusing her cheeks.
"Don't be silly, child," Jean chides, "you're much too young to worry about that sort of nonsense. Now hold still."
"Ouch!" Anna cries as her mother scrapes the leg band of her knickers over the graze on her leg.
"Sorry," Jean says contritely, "Now you wait there while I get you some clean clothes."
As her mother turns her back and moves towards the other end of the van, Anna smiles naughtily and drags her finger along the length of her slit, then schools her expression as her mother returns with a blue and white striped, cotton, print dress, a blue cable knit jumper, and another pair of plain white knickers.
Laying the dress and jumper on the table, Jean helps her daughter into the knickers. After she has slipped the dress and jumper on, she wets a cloth at the sink and scrubs her protesting daughter's face, then drags a hairbrush through her daughter's curls.
"There, now you won't embarrass me," Jean tells her daughter as she steps back to survey her handiwork.
"What time do you want me to bring her back?" I ask.
"You don't have to do that," Jean protests, "I can pick her up."
"Nonsense," I say, "you've got a baby and a husband in the hospital to worry about. Now what time?"
"Well, if you're going to be like that," Jean huffs, smiling to take the sting out of it, "Is eight too late?"
"No, that's fine," I say.
We exchange phone numbers, and she gives me a bag containing a towel, T-shirt, and another pair of knickers for Anna. Then with a kiss goodbye and an admonishment to be good, Jean entrusts her daughter to my care.
A minute later, we are on our way. In the rearview mirror, I notice Anna and Alison have their heads together, and I overhear snatches of their conversation. "... even better ... Mummy might have caught me."
"I know, ... it ...s good ... get caught."
"... think he might let me see it?"
At this point, Rene pipes up, and in a low but clearly audible voice, she says, "Yeah, and you can touch it too. It feels really neat."
Both bigger girls gasp and glance in my direction, so I pretend not to have heard Rene's words, and as the cat's out of the bag, I am curious to hear what Anna has to say to this. A few seconds later, once they are sure that I have not heard, they continue, and because they think I can't hear them, their voices are slightly louder as they include Rene in the conversation.
"Wow, what's it like?" Anna asks.
"Well, it's like your brother's, but a lot bigger, of course, and it's got lots of hair like his beard around it," Alison answers.
"I know that much!" Anna says scornfully, "What's it feel like? Mummy hit me when I tried to touch Robert's."
"Really funny," Rene says, "It's like it's got a bone in it, but you can still bend it a bit. It's really soft on the outside, and the skin moves up and down too, so it covers up the purple bit on the end."
"Hey, Robert's isn't like that," Anna says, "his is all floppy, and the end isn't purple either."
"Oh, his is like that too, most of the time. But remember what you said on the flying fox? It gets hard like that when he looks at our pussies and when we rub it."
The conversation has to stop at this point, as we are nearly home. I stop at the milkbar, and followed by all three girls, I enter the shop. The girl behind the counter is the same one who had served us the day before, and she raises her eyebrow at the addition to our party.
"I'm collecting little girls," I say with a straight face, "Have you got any you want to get rid of?"
"Well, I do have a little sister, who can be a real pain in the butt sometimes," she laughs, "but I think I'll keep her. Mum might not understand. What can I do you for?"
"Oh, you could normally 'do' me for nothing," I laugh and wave my arm, encompassing the three girls clustered around the freezer, "but I'm already taken. So you'll have to settle for selling me four ice creams and a carton of milk."
"Ooh, you are saucy," she giggles; a perfect imitation of the big-breasted young blonde from the 'Carry On' movies.
Rene, having decided that the side of the freezer will not become transparent, no matter how hard she stares at it, makes a beeline for the lolly counter. Scraping her by the back of the collar as she passes me, I guide her back to the freezer and lift her up so she can make a selection.
After paying the girl and confiscating the ice creams for her to put in a bag, I entrust Rene with the important job of carrying it until we get home. Then, saying goodbye, we take our leave.
"Hurry up and light the heater," Alison says almost as soon as the door closes.
"Why?" I ask.
"So we don't have to put our clothes back on when we get out of the spa, silly," she answers with a grin.
"But we have a guest," I tease, "You can't just run around without any clothes on."
"But what about the spa?" she asks.
"You'll just have to wear a T-shirt with your bathers since I haven't fixed the top yet."
"You mean we have to wear clothes?" Anna asks in dismay, "I wanted to see your penis thingy." She then slaps her hand over her mouth, "Oh, don't tell Mummy I said that."
"Don't worry, I won't," I reassure her, "and I was only teasing. If you want to run about without any clothes on, you can."
"What about you?" she asks.
"Me too, I guess, but you can't tell anybody either," I say, winking, making it a joint conspiracy. "Not even your best friend, because she might tell somebody, who might tell somebody else, who tells your mummy."
"Ok," she winks back, grinning.
Kneeling down in front of the heater, I sort out the instructions and get it lit. When I turn back, I find myself face to face with three bare naked little girls, cheesy grins plastered across their faces, though Anna's is a trifle self-conscious, and her cheeks are flaming.
"It's your turn now," she giggles.
"Why don't you put the ice creams in the freezer first," I say, "We'll have them after our pizza." Like a shot, Rene snatches up the bag, disappears into the kitchen, and returns almost before I can draw my breath.
Grinning at her eagerness to show me off to her new friend, I quickly strip down to my jocks, tossing my clothes on the pile they had begun. I stop with my thumbs in the waistband and ask, "Would you like to take them off, Anna?"
Nodding slowly, she steps forward and takes hold of the sides of my jocks and with a quick yank, pulls them down to my knees and lets them fall to the floor. As I step out of them, we both take a step backwards, she with her eyes locked solidly on my dangling member.
"Oh!" she gasps, "It's dangly." As I feel her eyes boring into my groin, my cock begins to rise, "Oh wow, It's getting bigger."
"That's because you're staring at him," I tell her, "and he's standing up to have a look at you."
"Can I have a closer look?" she asks.
"Of course," I say.
In complete contrast to Alison and Rene's broad grins, Anna's face is very serious, her little forehead furrowed in concentration as she steps forward and bends over to bring her face closer to my still growing member. She starts to bring her hand up, then snatches it away and clasps it in the other behind her back.
"You can touch it if you want," I tell her.
"Can I!" she says excitedly, "Mummy yelled at me and called me a nasty little girl when I tried to touch Robert's. I only wanted to see what it felt like." She finishes on a slightly plaintive note.
"Well, I'm not your mummy," I say, "If you want to learn about boys with me, you can, but only if you want to and you're not just doing it because you think these two will think you are a baby."
"Oh, I want to," she breathes fervently.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she brings her little fingers up to lightly brush along the length of my shaft. Her delicate, feather-light touch being all that it takes to bring me to full hardness. "Oh, it is soft!" she exclaims in surprise, "And it's warm too."
"Gently there," I warn as she moves her hand down to cup my balls, hefting them in the palm of her hand.
"What are they?" she asks.
"They're my balls," I tell her, "They make my sperm."
"What's that?" she asks.
"It's yummy," Rene says.
"It's this white cream that squirts out of his penis after you suck on it for a while," Alison explains.
Anna whirls to stare at the two grinning imps behind her. "You suck on his penis?" she cries appalled, "That's where his pee comes out!"
I give Alison and Rene a suppressing look, saying, "It's ok, Anna. It's totally different to pee. Let's get in the spa, and I'll explain it to you."
"Ok," she agrees.As soon as I step into the gently roiling water and sit down, Alison and Rene begin to scuffle over my lap. "Hey you two, stop it. Anna's our guest and she gets first choice." Turning my head to look up at her, still standing on the rim of the spa, I ask, "Would you like to sit on my knee?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
Taking her hand in mine, I help her step down into the water and help her sit sideways in my lap, so that she can look up into my face. Once she is settled, her head on my right shoulder and my right hand lightly clasping her upper thigh, with my other hand, I lightly caress her legs from knee to ankle as I ask, "Has your mummy told you anything about where Robert came from?"
"She said he was in her tummy," Anna says quietly, "and that was why she got fat for a while, but when I asked how he got in there, she said that was a bad question and if I ever asked again, she'd make me bite the soap."
"What does 'bite the soap' mean?" Rene asks curiously, ceasing her friendly tussling with her sister.
"If I say something bad, she makes me bite into a piece of soap," Anna explains.
"You mean like 'fuck'?" Rene asks.
The expression on Anna's face is a mixture of shock and fear as she looks up into my eyes to see what I will do. When I smile reassuringly, she nods "Yes" to Rene.
Grinning, Rene begins a litany of obscenities, "Cock, dick, cunt, pussy, shit, arsehole..." her grin widening as Anna flinches slightly under the impact of each forbidden word.
"Enough!" I say sharply, "I think she gets the picture." Looking down at Anna, I gently say, "Ignore the little slut, she's only showing off. This morning, she was calling my penis a doodle."
"You mean those words aren't bad?" she asks.
"No, not really," I answer slowly, "It's more how you use them and who you say them to. You have to be really careful who you say them to though, because most people don't think little girls should know what they mean. And you shouldn't teach them to your friends, because if they say you taught them, then your mummy might hear about it and she'd go and get the soap."
"Does that mean I should wait until I hear someone else say them first before I use them?" she asks.
"Exactly!" I say approvingly, "Unless of course it's someone like your Daddy, when he hits his thumb with a hammer."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously, then asks, "Are you going to tell me about babies now?"
"Sure," I say, "Okay, you know a baby grows inside a woman's tummy. Well, it gets made when a man's sperm joins up with a tiny little egg inside her, and that egg starts growing until nine months later, the baby is born."
"How does the sperm join with the egg if it's in her tummy? Does she swallow it? Does that mean Alison and Rene are going to have babies?"
Both of the little girls sitting opposite us giggle madly, their mouths, which they had opened to say something, snapping shut as I give them a withering look.
"No," I answer, giving her a reassuring hug as she begins to look a little hurt by their amusement at her ignorance, "First of all, you are all too young to have babies, though Alison's body is nearly ready. And second, the baby doesn't actually grow inside a woman's stomach, it grows in a special place called the uterus which is at the bottom of her tummy, here." I trace a small upside-down triangle just below Anna's belly button.
"Would you spread your legs a little bit?" I ask, gently pushing against her right knee.
Without resistance, she allows me to push her knees apart, allowing me access to her most intimate recesses. I begin to slowly slide my hand up between her thighs, giving her plenty of time to object or stop me. She looks up at me trustingly, not even twitching as my finger comes into contact with the tightly closed lips of her well-developed cunt.
"Here," I say, lightly touching her at the base of her slit, "this is where the sperm goes in. You know there's a hole here, don't you?"
She nods and murmurs "yes."
"Well, it's called a vagina, it goes up inside you and it's connected to your uterus. A man puts his penis inside it and after a while, he squirts his sperm."
"You said it was called 'semen'," Alison objects pedantically.
"Don't be a smarty-pants," I say, "I'm trying to make this easy for her to understand."
Turning back to Anna, I continue, "As miss smarty-pants over there just pointed out, the creamy stuff that comes out of a man's penis is actually called semen and it's full of the sperm that his balls make. Do you understand what I've said so far?"
"I think so," she says in doubtful tones, "But isn't that where I pee out of?"
"No," I say, "The place you pee from is further up." I gently pry her pussy lips apart and touch her over her urethral opening, tickling it with my fingertip. "Here, this is where you pee from." I then slowly drag my fingertip a little lower and press against the tight little opening to her vagina. "Your vagina is down here."
Her lips part slightly, and her breathing quickens slightly at the intimate touch. "But how can your penis fit in there? That's a very little hole."
"It stretches a lot," I tell her, silencing Alison and Rene with a glance as they open their mouths to speak. "It's got to, because that's also where the baby comes out once it's ready."
As I speak, I gently circle her vaginal entrance with the tip of my little finger. Ever so slowly, I feel the muscles puckering the skin relax, and as I press inwards, it gives way and allows my finger to slowly enter her body, slipping into a warm, extremely tight sheath, which is surprisingly slippery.
"Ooh!" she says, her voice little more than a soft exhalation. "Your finger's going into me."
"How does it feel?" I ask gently, stilling my finger, with less than half of the first joint inside her.
"Sort of funny," she says, "Like your finger is filling me up." Her little face takes on a look of extreme concentration as she considers the sensation of having her pussy penetrated for the very first time. A few seconds later, she smiles up at me, "I like it, it's nice."
Encouraged by her trusting acceptance of my digital penetration of her immature vagina, I pull my finger out and gently reinsert it, pushing a little deeper. Then with slow, gentle strokes, I slide my finger in and out of her tiny vagina, penetrating a little further each time until the tip of my little finger brushes against the thin, delicate membrane of her hymen.
"Oh, don't stop," she says in disappointment as I withdraw my finger. "That felt nice." then, "Ooh!" as I try my middle finger.
There is a little more resistance to the larger intruder, but her happy smile never wavers as the tight ring of muscle surrounding her vaginal entrance dilates and allows the entry of my much thicker middle finger. Sighing contentedly, she opens her legs further and wriggles into a more comfortable position against my chest.
Ever so gently, I explore the gossamer-thin tissue of her maidenhead, wishing that I had more time with her, enough time that I might be able to make love to her properly. But with only a few hours before I have to take her back to her mother, I limit myself to a gentle finger-fucking of the outermost inch or so of her tight, slick vagina.
Her sweet exhalations waft warmly over my face as I look down at her, her eyes closed in contentment, her breath sighing from moist, slightly parted lips. Unable to resist their allure, I lightly brush them with my lips, gently kissing her.
Her eyes open as I pull back, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile, filled with love and complete trust. "Mmmm, that's nice," she murmurs, contentedly.
"I want to see her have an orgasm," Rene says eagerly, disturbing the mood.
"What's that?" Anna asks, her eyes filling with curiosity.
"It's the best thing in the whole world," Rene enthuses expansively. "It's like all your insides just explode."
"Huh?" Anna's eyes widen apprehensively.
"It's all right," Rene quickly reassures her new friend, "I was scared too, really scared, but Greg made it all right. He won't let you fall either."
"Fall?" Anna asks confusedly, "Does he drop you?"
"No, silly," Rene giggles, "But when he does it to you, it feels like you're going higher and higher and higher on the swing and then when it happens, you feel like you're falling really, really fast but you never hit the ground, and when it's over, it's like you're floating on the softest, dreamiest cloud ever."
Anna's eyes question me, and I nod, saying, "A little confused, but that's about it. But if you want me to do it, we should wait until after tea and do it on a bed or the couch, so I can see what I'm doing properly and we can take our time. Why don't we just play in the spa for a little while and then I'll order the pizza, okay?"
"Okay," she nods reluctant agreement.
Slipping my finger from her vagina, I quickly lift it from the water and taste of her sweetness for the first time. Even diluted by the waters of the spa, her juices have a flavor that sets my cock twitching against her hip. "Mmmm, you taste good," I say.
"Isn't that yucky?" she asks, staring at my finger.
"Nope," I grin, "It's yum. Isn't that right, girls?"
Both Alison and Rene nod eager agreement. "It's better than strawberry ice cream," Rene adds enthusiastically.
"Really?" Anna asks, a little disbelievingly.
"Really," I confirm. "Anyway, enough of that for now," I say, lifting her in my arms and blowing a zoober into her belly. I then drop her, giggling and wriggling, into the water.
Then when she rises, sputtering wildly, I splash her in the face, being careful to send most of the water past her at the other two girls. Yelling dire threats at me, all three of them start sweeping great sheets of water in my direction. I endure the inundation for a few seconds, then slide from my seat and sit on the bottom in the center of the spa.Seconds later, cool bubbles of air tickle my balls and anus as one of the girls starts the blower. Waving my arms about, I feel for their ankles, but the little ones are standing on the seats, where they know I don't dare pull them under, so I curl my legs under me and rise with a roar that sets them squealing with mock fright.
Standing on the seat directly in front of me is Alison, so I sweep her up in my arms and pull her shrieking delightedly to my chest. "You look like a tasty little girl," I say in a gurgling voice, "I am going to take you to my grotto beneath the waves, where I'm going to eat you up."
"Oh, save me, save me," she cries, sounding anything but terrified.
"No, you can't eat my sister," Rene cries, taking hold of one of Alison's flailing arms and pulling feebly.
"No, no, don't eat her," Anna yells, getting into the act and taking the other arm.
"No one escapes the creature from the black lagoon," I gurgle, slowly sinking beneath the roiling surface, taking my wriggling victim with me.
Rolling to break the younger girl's grip, I shift my hands and move her until I can press my lips to one of the tiny mounds sprouting from Alison's chest. She tenses at the contact, expecting a zoober, but instead of blowing, I open my mouth wide and make munching motions over her tiny titty, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over the rapidly erecting nipple.
A few seconds after I begin munching on the other nipple, she pulls away, seeking release. I allow my hands to slide down over her hips to her upper thighs as she stands on my legs and press my mouth over her mounds, munching and licking at her young pussy. I feel, more than hear, her excited squeal as my tongue pushes between her labia and flicks over her stiffening clitoris.
Then, needing breath myself, I push her off my legs and rise to the surface, finding myself nose to nose with my next willing victim. Grinning back at her, I draw a deep breath and wrap my arms about Rene, pulling her under the roiling water. Giving each of her tiny, pink nipples a quick flick with my tongue, I trail down over her belly to the fat little mound between her widespread legs. Opening my mouth wide, I engulf her plump, young pussy and munch and lick until she lets me know she has run out of air.
Releasing her and rising to the surface, I turn towards my final victim and find her blushing and giggling as she struggles weakly in Alison's arms. As I take hold of her, her blush deepens and she goes totally limp and quiet.
Guessing that Anna would probably try to drown herself if I took her below the bubbling water and started mouthing her pussy, I stretch her out on the surface to chow down on the third grader's slim body. Beginning at her fingers, I open my mouth wide and engulf most of her hand. I then make my way, noisily, up her arm, making her squirm a little and giggle at the smacking sounds I make.
When I reach her shoulder, I transfer my attention to her face, feeling the heat of her flush on my tongue as I nibble and lick at her cheek. Playfully, I suck on her little nose, nibbling the tip for a few seconds, reveling in the sound of her happy giggles, before moving on to her sweet red lips.
I find them waiting for me, slightly parted with the dying echoes of her mirth. Gently, I suck one of her lips between mine, kissing her softly, sensuously. Not wanting to possibly scare her with a deeper kiss, I flick her lips with the tip of my tongue as I pull away and gently bite down on her upthrust chin.
Her head is tilted back to expose her thin throat, and as I move lower, I take her windpipe between my teeth, feeling her shudder slightly at the contact. But with surprising trust, she does not try to force me away with her chin; instead, she tilts her head further back, giving me even greater access to her vulnerable throat.
Ever lower, I roam further with my teeth and lips, taking each of her prominent collar bones into my mouth, and gently bite down. As I pass over her tiny, undeveloped breasts, I smack my lips as I flick them with the tip of my tongue, feeling the soft, pink skin crinkle and tighten under my touch. With a last flick to the BB-sized nubbins of her nipples, I move on to the bottom of her ribcage, where she helpfully sucks her stomach in to allow me to fasten my lips and teeth around her lowermost ribs.
As I pass over the dimple of her belly button, I can't resist spearing my tongue into the little slit-like depression, making her buckle in my arms and shriek with girlish laughter. Shifting my grip on her slim little body, I take advantage of her folded position to munch noisily on the heels of her feet and then her toes. Then, as she unfolds, I snack my way up her legs, alternating from shin to shin, and then gently bite down on her dimpled knees, where I discover she is very ticklish.
But all of her laughter disappears when I turn her in my arms and kneel on the bottom, repositioning her with her legs over my shoulders. As I munch my way up the soft skin of her inner thighs towards her protuberant pussy, she strains to see what I am doing. Seeing this, Alison moves behind her, supporting her head and shoulders.
With a final loud "Groumph!" I engulf her fat mound in its entirety, making her squeal with laughter that immediately chokes off with a gasp as I drag my tongue from the dimple at the base of her slit to her clitoris at the top. Already beginning to harden under the influence of the strange new sensations that I have begun to awaken in her, her clitoris quickly grows to its full dimensions, surprising me with its size.
Pulling back, I gaze up between her legs at her hairless slit, which is now pushed open at the top by a thick, rigid shaft, as wide and as long as the first joint of my ring finger. Both Alison and Rene gasp at the size of the little pricklet that pushes from between Anna's bald labia, and when I look up, I see Alison unconsciously licking her lips.
"Oh!" Anna squeaks in surprise, "It's never done that before. How come it's doing that?"
"Because it's happy," I say, smiling. "It's never happened before because it's never been touched properly before." Lowering my head a few inches, I give the proudly standing, fleshy shaft a flick with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp and push her hips up towards my mouth.
"Oh!" she squeaks, "That's nice, do it again."
Happy to comply with her wishes, I flick the stubby shaft back and forth a few times with the tip of my tongue, enjoying her little squeals and wriggles of pleasure. Then, because I want her first orgasm to be a special one, not something hastily induced in the spa, I plant a final kiss on the very tip and pull back, lowering her into the water.
Not knowing the pleasures that I have denied her, she wraps her slim arms about my neck and presses her lips to mine in a soft, sweet, sensuous kiss, pulling back after a timeless two seconds to whisper, "Thank you."
Whispering "You're welcome" in return, I playfully snap at her nose, making her pull back with a happy squeal that knocks Alison beneath the boiling surface of the water.
Sputtering as she rises, Alison begins to wrestle with Anna, tickling and dunking her. A moment later, Rene comes in on the side of her new friend, making up for her lack of size with ferocity, as the two of them put Alison on the defensive. Leaving them to disport themselves as they please, I sit back on the seat to watch their play, enjoying the brief glimpses of white or lightly tanned flesh that occasionally rise above the roiling surface.
After a minute or so of cheerful wrestling, in which Alison gets worse than she delivers, they go into a little huddle. With the noise of the roaring blower, I can't hear what Alison is saying, but it's not too hard to guess, as Rene nods enthusiastically while Anna shakes her head and glances in my direction. Alison, though, will not take 'no' for an answer, and becomes more animated, talking and gesticulating until Anna nods, blushing furiously. Then, with a wicked grin, Alison submerges herself, while the other two look on, Rene grinning, Anna blushing furiously.
A second later, I feel the water swirling about my legs and a soft pair of lips engulf my half-hard member as Alison grasps my hips to hold herself down. The back of her head briefly appears in the swirling waters over my lap, then disappears as she bobs back down. For about half a minute or so, she bobs up and down on my rapidly hardening cock, her tongue working furiously. She then surfaces with a gasp and moves aside for Rene, saying with a grin, "It's our turn to eat YOU up."
Even as Alison speaks, Rene grasps my raging penis in one hand and forces her tiny mouth down over the swollen head of my cock, her tongue pushed against the bottom of her mouth by the thickness of my shaft. When she pulls back, the tiny pre-schooler completely removes her mouth from my prick, then bobs down again, her lips an excruciatingly tight ring that rolls down over my sensitive glans, the tip of her tongue brushing over the frenulum. Incredibly, this tiny little girl far surpasses her elder sister in both duration and skill, and when she finally does come up for air, she leaves me a gibbering wreck, my balls aching for release.
As she pulls aside, gasping, she waves Anna towards me. Blushing furiously, the eight-year-old steps hesitantly towards me, her uncertainty prompting me to say, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." But she just shakes her head at my words and continues to advance, submerging herself as her legs touch my knees. Her hand grasps my shaft in a light grip, and a moment later, her lips brush over the very tip of my cock, making it twitch. She pulls back a bit and lets go in surprise.Then a moment later, she secures a slightly firmer grip, and I feel her tongue pass over my frenulum and onto the winking eye at the end of my prick, the light, feathery touch almost enough to set me off.
Finally, gaining confidence as nothing nasty happens, she opens her jaw wide and brings her mouth down over my cock, her lips closing around the shaft as the swollen head of my cock glances off the roof of her mouth. Then, without moving her head, she begins a baby-like sucking that is more soothing than arousing, and I feel the urgent need to empty my balls subside.
Chapter 21 - Circus Tricks.
Ten seconds later, she releases my cock and lifts her head above the surface, smiling broadly. "How was that?" she asks.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I say, "It was great. How did it make you feel?"
"Naughty," she giggles, "but it also made my tummy feel tingly, like when you licked my pussy."
"Would you like to taste his creamy stuff?" Rene asks.
"I don't know," Anna answers uncertainly.
"I know," Alison says, "You can watch me and Rene, and then you can try it. He squirts lots and lots of times, so we can all have some."
"Would you like to do that?" I ask.
Anna nods hesitantly, and Alison orders me to lie down on the deck beside the spa. As I do so, holding my upper body up on my elbows so that I can watch, she tells Rene to get out of the water and kneel on the deck beside me. As she takes her position astride my legs, leaving Anna kneeling on the seat, Rene takes advantage of the situation to slip her tight little mouth over my cock.
But once she has herself positioned, Alison takes control, prying Rene's fingers off my shaft and telling her to let go. Reluctantly, Rene pulls away, and Alison's lips replace hers. She bobs her head twice, her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft, then withdraws and angles my prick towards Anna.
Again, Anna opens her jaw wide, not closing her lips around the shaft until the glans is well within the warm cavern of her mouth, and Alison says, "Not like that, Anna. The purple bit's the most sensitive, especially the wrinkled bit. Make your lips touch it there and lick it with your tongue too."
Nodding, Anna tightens her lips around me as she pulls back, her tongue pressing upwards against the frenulum as she withdraws. When my prick pops free, she asks, "Was that better, Greg?"
"You're doing great," I reassure her. "These two have just had a bit more practice than you."
Alison aims my prick towards Rene, and this time, before she forces her tightly ovaled lips over my glans, she flicks at the underside with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp. Then, when she forces her lips over my swollen glans, she makes them even tighter than she has before, making me groan and stab my hips upwards, forcing my prick against the back of her throat with a rush and making her gag.
As Rene pulls away, coughing, Alison moves in, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock twice, before plunging her head down and forcing my cock through lips almost as tightly pursed as her little sister's. Taking only the head of my prick into her mouth, she massages the shaft with her hand, sliding the skin up and down over the iron-hard core as she works her tongue over the swollen purple glans, especially against the sensitive underside and the tiny slit at the tip.
I groan as she releases me with a wet suck and aims my cock towards Anna's waiting mouth. Anna almost pushes Alison aside in her eagerness, her tongue slapping wetly over my glans as she enthusiastically goes to work. Then, after giving my cock a slippery coating of saliva, she begins to explore my glans with the tip of her tongue, tracing the wrinkled skin on the frenulum, tickling the slit, and pushing her stiffened tip under the rim of the helmet.
A moment later, she encloses the bulbous crown in her mouth and, without preamble, pushes her lips down to the base of my shaft, taking half of my cock deep into her throat. The incredible sensation of her narrow gullet massaging the head of my cock is too much for me, and before I can warn her, a massive jet of cum sears my guts as it burns through my shaft into her stomach.
Feeling my glans swell in her throat and the base pulse against her lips, she tries to pull her mouth off my spasming cock, but before she can get it all the way out, I pump a second jet, even more powerful than the first, against the roof of her mouth. The third sprays across her upper lip and cheek.
But as Rene moves to take my spouting prick into her mouth, the taste of my cum registers with Anna, and she takes hold of my cock, almost wrenching it from Alison's hand, and pulls it back to her mouth. Before she can seal her lips over my fountaining member, I decorate her face with a fourth viscous, white streamer of cum. Hungrily, she takes the remainder of my searing load into her hot little mouth, holding it on her tongue without swallowing.
As the pleasure/pain of the spasms wracking my body lose their intensity, and the torrent of semen slows to a trickle, Anna hollows her cheeks and sucks powerfully, literally pulling the last of the cum from my body. Then, satisfied that she will get no more from my wilting prick, Anna sits up with a shit-eating grin on her cum-streaked face and opens her mouth, showing us the glutinous, white mass coating her tongue and the thick pearly strands joining it to the roof of her mouth.
Taking in the awed and somewhat miffed expressions of the other two girls, she gulps twice, working the thick, viscous fluid down her throat, and tells them, "Sorry, I changed my mind." Though her cheeky grin belies her apology.
When, a few moments later, I have recovered enough to speak, I ask incredulously, "Where did you learn that trick?"
"What trick?" she asks, her giggle telling me she knows damned well what I'm asking her.
"Swallowing my cock, you little shit," I say, grinning.
"At the circus," she replies. "We went early, and I saw the sword swallower practicing. I snuck away from Mummy and Daddy and watched him from behind a truck. He saw me and said I could come out and watch properly. He showed me all his swords, and he even ate some fire for me, but he wouldn't tell me how he did that.
"I asked if he'd show me how to swallow the swords, and he said 'No,' but I kept on asking, and he said 'Ok.' I could try with a little practice sword he'd made for his little girl. I think he thought I'd be sick and I'd go away.
"He showed me how to tilt my head back and hold the sword, and I tried it. I was nearly sick, and he told me I had to sort of swallow while I was doing it. I did it again and swallowed the whole thing. He said I was better at it than his own little girl and that I could keep the sword.
"Then Mummy and Daddy found me, and they were a bit mad that I'd run away. Mummy wanted me to give the sword back, but Daddy told her to let me keep it. Then the sword swallower told them how good I was and whispered to Daddy and gave him some free tickets.
"When we went into the circus tent and when it was his turn, he got me to come out into the ring, and I swallowed my sword in front of everybody. Everybody cheered and clapped, and all my friends who were at the circus too saw me, and I did it at school for them until the teacher took my sword away and said I couldn't do it at school anymore.
"But some really big girls in grade six, really popular ones, asked me if I could do it with a banana, so I tried, and I could. Then they asked me to show them how to do it, so I told them how to hold their necks straight and swallow when they felt like being sick, and they all did it, and they giggled and said 'Thank you.' One of them even said she was going to surprise her daddy after the others were all gone. And some of my friend's big sisters, 'Really big girls in high school' - I can hear the awe in her voice at being noticed by such exalted personages - got me to show them too.
"Now I don't even have to swallow anymore, and I can put things straight into my throat," she finishes proudly. "And I thought since your thing, uh, cock is like a banana, I could swallow it too. Do you think that girl sucks her daddy's cock? Do you think those other girls suck on their daddy's cocks too? Do you think my daddy would like it if I sucked his?"
"Uh, yes," I stammer, "I'm pretty sure she does, and some of the others might too, but I'd say most of them would be sucking their boyfriend's off. I don't know about your daddy though. Does he like watching you swallow your sword?"
"Yeah, he always gets me to do it when he has visitors," she answers, "And when Mummy's not there, he likes to watch me do it with bananas too, and when I do it, he looks like he's really hungry, you know, like licking his lips and things."
"In that case, yeah, he'd probably like it a lot," I say, "but you can't just offer to do it for him. You'll have to pretend it was yucky, like you thought before you tasted mine." I pause as a thought comes to me, "I know, maybe you could say, 'I wish I had some cream for this banana,' the next time you do it for him."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously, then asks, "That's because we can't let him find out about us, right?"
"That's right," I answer, brushing a cum-streaked strand of hair behind her ear.
"I wonder if that girl fucks her daddy too," Rene adds.
"What does that mean?" Anna asks, recognizing the naughty word but not knowing its meaning.
"That's where he puts his cock in your pussy and slides it in and out until he squirts inside you," Rene explains, showing off, but she then spoils it by adding, "You can watch Greg fuck Alison later, and I wish Mama would come home so he can fuck me too."
"Why?" Anna asks curiously, not understanding the implications of Rene's words.
"Because she wants to watch the first time I get fucked," Rene answers before I can stop her.
"Your mama knows about you doing things with men?""Anna asks, her eyes wide in shock, "Wasn't she mad at you?"
"Yeah, my Mama's cool, she even got Greg to look after us, so he could fuck me, because she heard my friend Jenny telling me all about him. But she didn't know about Rene then. Greg told Mama about her this morning after she put these plastic cocks Mama has in her pussy. She was listening too and she spied on Mama and saw where she hid her plastic cocks, and she practiced with them until she can put bigger things in her pussy than me. But I've only done things with Greg." She concludes her jumbled explanation.
"Why isn't my mummy like that?" Anna asks.
"Because different people think about sex in different ways," I say. "Your Gran probably taught her that sex was bad unless you are married, or she might have been hurt really bad by a man who didn't care about her when she was young, so she taught you that sex was bad too. Rene's and Alison's mummy knows that sex isn't bad if you do it with somebody you can really trust, so she lets them do it."
"Oh, what about their daddy?" she asks.
"He doesn't know and daddies sometimes get very angry with people who have sex with their little girls," I answer. "So they're going to get their mama to help them. And that's why you have to pretend you don't know anything if your daddy does anything with you too."
"But I don't want to wait until Daddy comes home from the hospital," Anna complains, "I want you to fuck me now. I want to see what it's like."
"I'm sorry honey," I say, slipping into the water beside her and pulling her onto my knee, "I can't because there's this little piece of skin inside your vagina." I take her hand in mine and close all but one of her fingers into a fist. I guide it down between her legs as I continue. "Here, push your finger into your vagina and feel, but be careful because you don't want to hurt yourself."
She follows my instructions, and a look of wonder crosses her face as she explores the forbidden territory of her young cunt. "Ooh! I can feel it, it sort of hurts when I push on it. Why is it there?"
"I think it stops things like poo and dirt going up inside you when you are a baby. When you get older that has to be broken before you can fuck properly and it takes a little while before you can walk properly afterwards, so your mummy might find out and then we'd all get into trouble."
"I really wish I could," I say, tightening my hug, and kissing her cum-streaked cheek, "but it's just too dangerous in the little bit of time we have tonight. But we can still do other fun things. Isn't that right, girls?"
"Uh-huh," they confirm, slipping in on either side of us, and hugging Anna too. "We can have lots of fun," Rene continues.
"Ok!" Anna says, a little disappointed.
"Now," I say, in more cheerful tones, "why don't you three let me out so I can order the pizza and we'll just have a soak in here until it comes. Then after tea we can have some more fun and games. Ok?"
"Ok," is the threefold response, with Alison pulling Anna onto her knee and licking one cheek clean of cum.
"Hey!" Rene cries as Anna giggles and hunches in on herself, "I want some too."
"Don't bother," Alison says, making a face, "it doesn't taste very nice when it's cold."
"You're a greedy guts," Rene complains to Anna.
"Well, you'll just have to wait until later, won't you?" I say as I climb from the water and stand dripping on the deck.
"We can still have fun anyway," Alison declares, and Anna squeaks a little as Alison rubs her pussy under the water.
"Don't, Alison," I say, "Let's wait until later, so we can make it special for her. Ok?"
"Ok, Meanie," she replies, then says to Anna, "He made it real special for me last night. Now let's wash your face," she says, with a mercurial mood change, pushing Anna and her sister into the water.
Leaving them tussling, I go and order the pizza, and collect my robe from Alison's room, so I have something to wear to the door. When I return to the spa, I find them still fighting playfully, and dumping my robe by the door I step back into the spa.
Immediately, all three girls turn on me and we spend a fun twenty minutes or so, dunking and tickling each other and blowing zoobers whenever and wherever the opportunity presents itself. Then, just as I have a happily squealing Rene bent backwards over the edge of the spa and I am preparing to attack her protruding belly button, the doorbell rings.
Blowing a zoober on her belly by way of farewell, I get up and slip my robe and collect some money from my pants in the lounge before answering the door. As I hand over the money and take the two flat boxes from his hands, his eyes widen and his jaw drops as I hear rapid, thudding footsteps behind me.
Chapter 22 - Tasty Treats.
"Hello mister, have you got our dinner for us?" Rene asks, stepping up to stand naked and dripping, beside me.
"Uh, yeah," he stammers, fumbling with his change maker.
"We've been playing in the spa," she informs him innocently.
"Uh, so I see," he replies, "Um, aren't you cold?"
"No, we've got the fire on. Is that your car?" she points towards the car parked out the front with a huge pig's head bolted to the roof.
"Um, no," he says, fighting to keep his eyes on her face, instead of a point some eighteen inches lower, "it belongs to my boss, I just drive it when I deliver pizzas."
"Oh," she says, her eyes darting about as she looks for a way to extend the conversation. After a brief pause, she points to his change maker and asks "How does that work?"
He demonstrates the spring-loaded device for her, removing all of the coins in one compartment and showing her the spring inside, then pushes the coins one by one back into place. About halfway through this, he drops several coins, his eyes looking past me. I turn to follow his gaze and see the older two girls returning, now with towels wrapped about their waists.
"Hello," they say, stopping to address him. Alison with her shoulders thrown back to show off her brand new breasts.
"Uh, hello," he stammers, allowing another twenty-cent piece to slip from his fingers and bounce ringingly on the concrete of the porch. The noise of the bouncing coin seems to bring him to his senses and he stoops to recover the coins.
"Ok, that's enough, Rene," I say, handing her the pizzas and giving her a push towards the lounge before she can find another excuse to delay him further, "We'd better let," I read his nameplate, "Brian go, he gets paid for each pizza he delivers and we're making him take too long. Thanks for the pizzas, mate, here you deserve a tip for putting up with her questions." I hand him five dollars.
"Bye!" the girls call out, followed by an embarrassed squeak from Alison.
"Bye!" he calls back over his shoulder and stumbles as he, already on the path, tries to take a nonexistent step.
As I close the door and turn away, I notice a towel on the floor and Alison peeking, red-faced, around the jamb of the lounge room door. Giggling, she steps out and retrieves her towel, but makes no attempt to re-secure it about her waist. Instead, she makes an exasperated noise and begins to roughly towel Rene dry, ignoring the little girl's protests as she berates her for dripping on the carpet, at least my dripping has been confined to the vinyl carpet protector and has now more or less stopped.
"Where are the drinks?" Alison asks as she finishes with her sister and looks up at me.
"Oops," I say, "I forgot to order any."
"Well, you'd better go and get some," she says, "We can't have pizza without drinks."
"Well, you'd better put some clothes on while I put the pizzas in the oven," I return, mimicking her tone.
"Why?" she asks, "Mama leaves us here when she goes up to the shops."
"Because I'm not your mama and different rules apply," I tell her, "Now get dressed."
After putting the pizzas in the oven and lighting it, I find the girls waiting for me in the lounge, apparently dressed. But as I bend over to pick up my own clothes, I notice a little piece of white fabric peeking out from beneath one of the cushions on the couch. Lifting the cushion, I find Anna's knickers and balled up behind them Alison's and Rene's.
"Well?" I ask, turning towards them.
"Can we? Please?" Alison asks beseechingly, her expression mirrored in two other small faces. "It's only a little way and it feels so good."
"It makes me feel naughty too," Rene puts in, and Anna and Alison nod in agreement.
"Ok," I agree, "but only if you don't put on any more little shows like you just did for the poor bloke who delivered the pizzas." I look directly at Rene, "What happened to the shy little girl who was so scared of strangers that she took half an hour to say hello to me?"
"I was sort of scared still," she answers with a giggle, "but I like the way it feels too. Besides, Alison dared me."
"Oh God, an adrenalin junkie," I groan, rolling my eyes heavenwards. "And you," I say, giving Alison a direct look, "What do you think you were playing at, streaking through the house, then coming back and showing off those mozzie bites you call boobs, then dropping your towel like that?"
"Oh, don't be like that," she says, giggling, "It was fun and nobody got hurt and I didn't mean to drop the towel, it slipped when I waved to him. And SHE dared us first," she finishes, pointing to Rene.
I try to look severely at the giggling pre-schooler, but I can't help smiling. Shaking my head, I say, "I'm starting to think that teaching you that scary is fun, wasn't such a good idea. You're becoming incorrigible."
"What's that?" she asks curiously.
"Naughty all the time," I answer with a smile, ruffling her hair.
"I like being naughty," she grins back.
"Yeah, well don't get too naughty. If you are a little bit naughty at the right times, it's all right, but too much is too much," I say as I finish dressing, "Now come on.Ten minutes later, the girls are removing their clothes, almost before I kick the front door closed, and I have to tell them not to leave their clothes in the entryway. Giggling, they do so, taking them through to the lounge along with the drinks while I go and get the pizzas.
As I enter the lounge, Rene relieves me of the pizzas, while Alison leads me towards a chair, which she stands on to remove my shirt, while Anna opens my pants and slides them down my legs. At this point, she realizes that my shoes are in the way. Giggling, she and Rene take a shoe each, and a few seconds later, they have me as naked as themselves.
Laying the towels over the carpet to catch anything we drop, we settle down to eat. The three girls sit opposite me with their legs crossed, giving me a perfect view of their hairless pre-teen slits.
On the left, Rene's fat little lips are slightly parted, revealing a tiny pink nubbin at the top of her cleft and a tiny hole at the bottom. So small is the entrance to her vagina that I find it difficult to believe that it can open enough to accommodate my littlest finger, let alone something that might make a girl three or even four times her age pause.
In the middle sits Alison, her more mature slit gaping a little to reveal the darker pink of her still developing inner lips, surmounted at the top by her little pink clit, peeping from within its hood. At the base, a small dark hole that is leaking a glistening dribble of clear, sweet juice onto the towel beneath her bottom.
Finally, I allow my eyes to fall on Anna and drink her in. Dark, expressive eyes meet mine from beneath her mop of half-dry, brunette curls. A dozen or so freckles pepper her small, retrousse nose above a pair of full, moist lips which are slightly quirked upwards in one corner, and her cheeks are delicately flushed.
Supporting her head is a long, slender neck, and her tiny eight-year-old body is slim, without being skinny. Her tiny pink nipples have not yet begun to darken and are only distinguishable by the paleness of the skin that surrounds them and an almost imperceptible bump in the very center. Centered in her flat, white belly is her navel, a tiny, half-inch long vertical slit, and running diagonally over her right hip is a slightly angry, red slash, marking where her appendix has been removed.
Ultimately, my eyes come to her treasure of treasures. Between slender, lightly tanned thighs, one marked with a series of parallel scratches bestowed by the see-saw, is her tightly closed slit, at the base a tiny puckered dimple, almost completely closed to the outside world.
My eyes follow the line of the fine, shadowed crack that separates the large, perfectly formed halves of her pale, snowy mons. Only where her huge clit, which has begun to harden under the influence of my gaze, do her tightly closed labia grudgingly separate, closing again immediately above her clitoris, embracing it firmly and vanishing half an inch or so higher, where her mound meets her belly.
Whilst I look, her hand comes down to cover her mound, her tiny fingers lightly brushing over the shiny pink head of her clit. As I watch, it continues to harden and elongates, until it finally stands fully erect, a firm, lustrous shaft of dark pink flesh, that visibly pulses with her heartbeat.
A moment later, I catch sight of Rene moving out of the corner of my eye as she drops her half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and starts crawling on hands and knees behind her sister. "No Rene, after tea," I tell her, receiving a rebellious look in return as she continues to move towards Anna.
"After tea or not at all," I threaten, and she stops dead, then rapidly shuffles backwards, returning to her pizza, which she starts stuffing into her mouth. "That goes for you too," I say to Anna, smiling as she jerks her hand away from her pussy and reaches for a slice of pizza.
As we eat, we pass the bottle of lemonade around, not bothering about cups. The first time a chunk of pineapple falls from Alison's pizza, I pick it from between her legs and use it to collect some of the dribble of pussy juice that seeps from her vagina. Then, as Anna looks on in wide-eyed amazement, I pop it into my mouth and chew it with exaggerated motions of my jaw as I make loud noises of approval.
After that, the girls become much more messy eaters, continually dropping bits and pieces of pizza topping and taking turns to collect them from between each other's legs, and rubbing them against a seeping pussy, before consuming them. Even Anna joins in, as she begins to realize that the other two seem to enjoy the flavor of this new seasoning as much as I had. The first time she tastes Alison's nectar, she holds the piece of pineapple between her fingers, considering it carefully for a few seconds before she tentatively extends her tongue and licks at it.
Detecting nothing nasty, she pops it into her mouth. She then deliberately picks another chunk off her slice and rubs it against Alison's slit to collect another tasty morsel. Because of her greater age and hence, higher level of lubricant production, the other two girls' hands are constantly between her widespread thighs, almost as if they were using her for a savory dip.
As the younger girls' gustatory adventures continue, Anna becomes more and more aroused and begins to lose her coordination, at one point dropping her half-eaten slice of pizza on Rene's hands as the impertinent preschooler tweaks her elder sister's rock-hard clit. Giggling, the little girl recovers the slice and sops up most of Alison's seeping juices with the crust.
She then takes a big bite out of the crust and says, "Get another slice," when Alison protests. As she chews on the succulent mouthful, she offers Anna a bite, and giggling madly, the two littlest girls tease Alison by sharing her dinner and her vaginal secretions in front of her.
Good-naturedly, Alison pushes them apart long enough to snag another wedge from the box, and withdraws to one side to eat it in peace as she slides two greasy fingers in and out of her weeping hole. Then, once she has nibbled the slice down to the crust, she pushes it up into her body, sopping up considerably more juices than Rene had filched.
What she does next can only be described as 'eating at them,' as she slowly nibbles the sodden crust, loudly expressing her appreciation of each tiny bite.
Just then, the phone rings, and saying, "Be good," I rise to answer it.
"Hello?" I say, picking up the receiver.
"Hello Greg? It's Jean. Can I ask you a huge favor?" her voice is a strange mixture of diffidence and fear.
"You can always ask," I reply.
"Could you possibly keep Anna there with you overnight?" she asks, explaining, "They've just taken Sean off to the theater, and I'd like to be here just in case."
"Oh my God!" I say, "What's wrong? It isn't anything serious, is it?"
"There was a blood clot in his leg, and it's moved into one of his lungs. I guess we're lucky it didn't lodge in his heart, but they have to operate to remove it. They say it's pretty serious, but he should be all right."
"Of course I'll look after her if you need me to, but wouldn't she be better off with her grandparents?"
"Her grandparents live in Melbourne, and I don't want to scare her by having a friend pick her up from there and take her home with them. I'd rather not tell her about this until the operation is over. She loves her father very much, and it would just be too devastating for her to be told that he's going to be ok and then have something happen. This way, you can just tell her that I'm very tired, and I thought she might like to sleep over."
"Stop talking like that!" I scold her, "He's going to be fine. Now, what about you? Are you going to be ok? Would you like me to come and get Robert too?"
"I know I'm being silly, I just can't help it," she says, "Robert's fine right here, they're putting him in the children's ward, so all you have to worry about is Anna. I'll call tomorrow morning to let you know how things went."
"Ok, well that's settled," I say, "Now I've got a fair idea that you aren't going to get much sleep tonight, so if you want me to, I'll keep Anna here until tomorrow afternoon. How about you call me in the morning, and if everything's ok, I'll take her and the other two to some caves I know of? They're not that much really, but when I was their age, I thought they were the greatest, and they're perfectly safe. That way, you can get some sleep tomorrow, and I'll bring her home in time for tea. How does that sound?"
"It sounds great," Jean tells me in relieved tones, "I feel like shit now, and by tomorrow morning, I'll be like the walking dead. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."
"I've already told you: Help other people when they need it and tell them to do the same," I reply, "Now do you want to speak to Anna?"
"No, I don't think so," she replies thoughtfully, "If I speak to her, she's going to know that something's wrong. So just tell her Robert started crying or something."
"Ok," I say, "I think I'll set up the girls' mattresses in the lounge and let them have a slumber party. Would you mind if I let her stay up late?"
"No, that would be great, she'll be so excited about that, that she won't have time to wonder why I'm getting her to stay over. I've got to go now; somebody wants to use the phone. I'll speak to you in the morning. Bye."
"Bye," I reply, and hurriedly add, "Oh, one last thing. Once Sean's out of the theater, you tell the nurse to give you a glass of warm milk and some Mogadon. And I don't want to hear from you until nine o'clock at the earliest."
"I will," she says, a hint of laughter in her voice, "See you."
"Ciao," I reply, and hang up.
Chapter 23 - Sleepover Games.
In the lounge, I find that the girls have abandoned the last few slices of pizza and have moved on to dessert, Alison.She is lying back on a towel with her knees pulled up into her armpits. Crouched over her pussy, with their backs towards me, Anna and Rene are jostling playfully, taking alternate swipes at Alison's drooling pussy with their tongues.
Holding my finger to my lips, I wink at Alison over the tops of the younger girls' heads and creep up behind them. Extending the index finger of one hand and cupping the other, I surprise them, each according to their ability to accommodate my attentions. In a single smooth motion, I bury my finger to the hilt in Rene's tiny, pre-teen twat, making her jerk upright and squeal in pleased surprise. Anna too squeaks and sits back on her heels, trapping my hand beneath her, as I curl my fingers under her and caress her smooth, hairless mound, clasping her protruding clit between two fingers.
Taking advantage of their temporary immobility, I drop to my knees and lean between them to taste Alison's saliva and pussy juice-slicked quim. Extending my tongue, I drag it in a broad, wet swipe from the base of her spine to her solid little clit. She squeals with delight, lifting her hips from the floor to prolong the contact with my tongue.
"Oooh, you licked her bottom hole," Anna breathes, shocked.
"Uh-huh," I say, grinning at her. "It's clean and it feels good. Doesn't it, Alison?" I ask, as I return to the puckered, pink rosebud, circling it with the tip of my tongue and stabbing at the winking eye with the tip every couple of orbits.
"Oh yeah!" Alison breathes between squeaks, lifting her hips higher to give me greater access to her twitching arsehole. "It feels great."
On my left, Rene bounces on my hand, pulling herself up until only the tip of my finger remains within her pussy, then slams herself back down, squealing happily, as she drives my finger back up into the hot, slick, embrace of her incredibly elastic little vagina. Again and again, she rises and falls on my finger, voicing her pleasure, with little squeaks and moans of enjoyment.
As Alison jounces her hips to remind me that I should be paying some attention to her, Anna lifts herself from my hand and moves away. I look up to see what she is doing and find her trying to see where my finger pierces Rene's body.
Briefly, I abandon Alison, smiling at her disappointed moan, and roll Rene over onto her back beside her sister. Kneeling between the two girls, I push two fingers on each hand into their little cunts and begin pumping them in and out. Both girls lift themselves up onto their elbows to watch my fingers sliding in and out of their tight little twats while Anna looks on in stunned silence.
A moment later, she breaks the silence with a disbelieving gasp, as I add a third finger, first to Rene's incredibly pliant sheath and then, her big sister's. Curling my fingertips upwards within their vaginas, I search for and find their G-spots, grinning as they squeal in unison and lift their bottoms clear of the towel in order to force my fingers deeper into their bodies.
As my attentions to their most potent erogenous zones continue, first Alison and then Rene, fall off their elbows and onto their backs, their hips bouncing involuntarily up and down as they come closer and closer to a climax like they have never experienced before. Increasing the speed of my plunging fingers, I bring my thumb down onto their clits, pressing upwards harder with my fingertips, intensifying the pressure on their G-spots.
A moment later, Alison's breath leaves her body with an explosive grunt as she bridges, lifting up onto her heels and the top of her head as every muscle in her body spasms in climax. Unable to breathe, her body jerks in time with the incredibly powerful contractions of her vaginal sheath about my deeply embedded fingers. As her body is wracked with an ongoing series of internal explosions, she squirts a considerable quantity of pale, slightly milky fluid into the palm of my hand.
Halfway through Alison's climax, Rene gives voice to a shriek of pure animalistic pleasure, that is abruptly cut off, almost before it begins, as her diaphragm locks tight. So intense is the little girl's climax, that the muscles of her contracting vagina literally force my fingers from her body, even as she too releases a small amount of feminine ejaculate into my palm.
A moment later, both girls collapse, Rene into unconsciousness, as their orgasms finish. Carefully cupping my hands to preserve the precious fluids filling them, I turn to a wild-eyed Anna, who looks from the girls to my hands and finally up into my face. "Oh wow, they peed in your hands," she breathes, "Are they all right?"
"They're fine," I say reassuringly, "they're just a little worn out. And this isn't pee, it's like the stuff you were licking up before, but even better. You want some?"
"Is it really better?" she asks, a trifle disbelievingly.
"The best," I reply enthusiastically and lap up the sweet, ambrosial puddle that Alison had left in the palm of my right hand.
Reassured by my obvious enjoyment, Anna sniffs at the small pool in the palm of my left hand, smiling at the strong, but pleasing aroma. She then delicately dips the tip of her tongue into Rene's ejaculate and samples the flavor. The ecstatic look that fills her face is indication enough that she likes what she has tasted. She seizes my wrist in an iron grip and rapturously laps up the rest, licking from my wrist to my fingertips, ensuring that not a drop of Rene's sweet, ambrosial nectar is missed. Indeed, so powerful is her liking for this new treat, that when I go to clean my right hand, her hand shoots out to stop me, grabbing my wrist and pulling it down to her mouth and waiting, eager, flicking tongue.
A groan from Alison makes me look up to where she has recovered enough to lift herself up on to one elbow and look on with interest. She slides a trembling hand across her still heaving belly and between her legs to collect a portion of the delectable moisture, that has so enraptured Anna. Lifting it to her lips, she tastes her nectar and smiles ecstatically. Her hand becomes almost a blur as she transfers the exquisite emission from her pussy to her mouth.
A few moments later, she realizes that Rene had received the same treatment and ignoring the fact that her little sister is still unconscious, she rolls over with a groan and fastens her lips to her sister's fat little baby pussy. A moment later, an almost inaudible moan announces Rene's return to consciousness. I look at her face, watching her eyelids flutter open as she licks at her dry lips and tries to say something.
Freeing myself from Anna, I pick up the bottle of soft drink, and push Alison away. I lift Rene into my lap, supporting her head like I would a baby's, I hold the mouth of the bottle to her lips and give her a drink.
She gulps avidly for a few seconds then pushes the bottle aside and moans, saying, "Oh wow, that was really good. How come it wasn't like that this morning?"
"Because it would have scared you too much then," I reply, "So I made it gentle that time. What was it like this time?"
"Like I had a 'gasm everywhere," she replies. "Did it happen to you too, Alison?"
"Uh-huh!" Alison nods, "It was like everything just exploded. It was fucking great."
"I wish that could happen to me too and you could put your thin-uh cock in me and do it-uh fuck me too," Anna says wistfully.
"Oh, that reminds me," I say, "How do you feel about having lunch with Alison and Rene tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Anna replies, "Are you going to have another picnic in the park?"
"Well, if you want to," I say, grinning broadly, "But I thought we might go to some caves I know after your mother calls us and have lunch there."
"Huh?" she replies, confused.
"Don't you get it, silly?" Alison says, "You're not going home tonight, you're staying here with us and you can get Greg to fuck you and everything."
"Really?" she squeals, "Was that mummy on the phone, why didn't she want to talk to me?"
"Yes, it was your mummy, and she's still feeling tired, so she asked if you can stay here. She didn't have time to talk because Robert started crying and she had to go to him. So do you want to stay?"
"Of course I want to stay," she replies indignantly, "Will you really fuck me?"
"If you want me to," I reply.
"Cool. Can we do it now?" she asks excitedly.
"Well, not quite yet," I reply, "Let's get cleaned up in here first so we can bring out some mattresses. We're going to have a slumber party and you can stay up as late as you want."
"Me too?" Rene asks hopefully.
"Yes, you too," I reply, grinning, "Now chop, chop, get moving." I roll her from my lap and playfully swat her behind.
She impudently waggles her little bum at me, and I apply a few more light smacks to it, making her giggle, then squeal, as I swat the fat little lips of her pussy that peek between her thighs. A moment later, Alison kneels beside her baby sister and presents me with the same view, and Anna takes up station on the other side. I give the proffered bums and pussies a half a dozen light swats each. Then, going from left to right, I apply one smack per behind, just hard enough to sting a little and make them squeak, saying, "Move."
Giggling, they crawl away from me, and pick up the remains of our meal as I collect our clothes and the towels, taking them through to the laundry, where I put them in the washer and start it running. Collecting the girls on my way back through the kitchen, I lead them into the master bedroom, where we strip the bed, and with a great deal of giggling and awkward maneuvering, we carry the mattress through to the lounge.
As I try to remake the bed, all three girls dive under the sheet as I flick it out, giggling madly as it settles, billowing, over their wriggling forms.I fall with a ferocious growl over the moving lumps under the sheet, jabbing my fingers into whatever parts of their anatomies that present themselves. Their giggles become wild howls of laughter, and their squirming quickly entangles them in the sheet.
However, with all of the soft drink that they have consumed, it does not take long before Anna shrieks, "I'm gonna piddle."
Not wanting to soil Cheryl's mattress, I immediately desist and pull the sheet from over them. Once she is able to see, Rene looks from Anna to me in a decidedly speculative fashion. Finally, she asks, "Wanna do wees in my mouth?"
Anna stares at Rene, her jaw hanging open in shocked disbelief. Rene giggles at her expression and says, "Greg drank my wees this morning, and I tasted it too. It doesn't taste bad, and it made me feel really funny in my pussy when he drank it."
Unable to speak, Anna looks at me for confirmation. Instead of answering her directly, I turn to Alison and say, "You promised me a drink this morning, and then you wasted it in the dirt at the park. Are you going to make it up to me now?"
"Yeah," she replies with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "but you've got to let me drink yours too."
"Hey, you can't drink all his wees, I want some too," Rene protests, glaring at her sister.
Finally, Anna finds her voice, and she fearfully asks me, "Do I have to drink piddle too?"
Gathering her into my lap, I hug her tightly, then move her back enough for me to look into her eyes and say seriously, "You never, ever, have to do anything with us that you don't want to. If you want to pee in Rene's mouth, that's all right, and if you are totally grossed out by it, you can stay out here, and we'll promise to brush our teeth before we come back. And if you want to watch us and do nothing yourself, that's all right too."
Anna considers my words for a few seconds, the apprehensive look lifting from her features as she comprehends what I am saying. "I wanna watch," she says, wriggling uncomfortably and pressing her hand in between her legs, "Can we go now? I need to go real bad."
"Are you gonna let me drink it?" Rene asks.
"Yeah!" Anna giggles, "I still can't believe you really mean it though. It's so... it's just so nasty."
"I know," I answer as I help her to her feet and get up myself. "That's what makes it so sexy. Besides, little girls make really tasty piss."
Impatient to begin, Rene grasps Anna's hand and, jerking on her arm, leads her towards the toilet. Laughing at Rene's eagerness, I take Alison's hand in mine and follow on their heels. With all four of us crowded into the toilet, there is no room to move, so I suggest we continue through to the bathroom and do it on the floor in there.
Rene grumbles when I begin moving everything off the tiled bathroom floor into the bath, so impatient is she to begin. But a few seconds later, we have the floor clear, and she starts to lie down.
"Wait a sec," I say, "let's do this a bit differently."
Crouching behind Anna, I take hold of her legs just above her knees and, as I lift her, I pull her knees up into her armpits so that her pussy is fully exposed to Rene and her sister. As Rene moves into position in front of us, Alison says, "Now don't drink it all yourself, I want some too."
"Me too," I chime in, "Save a little bit for me."
"I'll think about it," Rene giggles and leans forwards, licking from Anna's puckered little anus to her semi-erect clit.
"Hey, she licked my bum hole!" Anna gasps in shock.
Rene giggles at Anna's reaction and does it again, this time flicking her tongue back and forth over Anna's rapidly erecting clit a few times before seriously going to work on Anna's rubbery pink ring. Every few seconds, she shifts her attention upwards, briefly sucking on Anna's hugely distended clitoris and then going back to her arsehole.
Once Rene is sure that she has milked the situation for maximum shock value, she prises Anna's pussy lips apart and tickles her urethral opening with her tongue. "Ok, you can do it now," she informs Anna imperiously.
Anna strains for a few seconds, then sheepishly admits, "I can't do it like this, I feel too weird."
"Oh phooey!" Rene exclaims. Her hands leave Anna's pussy lips, and she digs her fingers into the tiny eight-year-old's ribs, making her shriek with laughter and squirm in my arms. Within a few seconds, the tickling has the desired effect, and Anna's bladder lets loose with a powerful stream of almost clear urine that catches Rene full in the face.
Quickly, Rene opens her mouth and catches Anna's mictural outpourings on her tongue. Anna gasps, her laughter totally forgotten as she watches Rene's mouth fill to overflowing with her piss. As Anna's piss begins to dribble from the corners of Rene's mouth, Alison shoulders her aside, and with her eyes closed, she allows the hot stream to play over her face for a few seconds before she too opens her mouth and tastes Anna's urine.
Grinning happily, she moves aside and gulps loudly, swallowing her mouthful of piss while Rene puts her face back into the firing line, eagerly refilling her mouth with Anna's sweet, warm pee. As she moves aside for her sister, I see Rene's cheeks rhythmically bulging as she holds the hot piss in her mouth, swishing it around on her tongue.
Then, just as Alison's mouth begins to overflow, the stream emerging from between Anna's glistening pussy lips cuts off, and she twists her head up to look at me. "Ok, your turn," she informs me in a slightly strained voice.
Tightening my grip about her thighs, I take a step backwards and allow Anna's torso to fall as I pull her pussy to my lips. The sudden inversion of her body surprises her, and as she lets out an involuntary squeal, she loses control of her bladder. A ten-inch fountain of pee rises into the air and falls back onto her pussy to dribble down over her stomach and upper torso.
I quickly pull her the remaining distance to my mouth and clamp my lips over her wet little mons, tasting her pee for the first time. The pale fluid spurting from between her hairless labia is warm and sweet, having only the slightest tang of acridity. Thirstily, I accept her offering into my mouth, gulping once, twice, three times as my mouth fills. As I swallow for the third time, the flow of Anna's piss slows, until with one last spurt, she pushes the last of her sweet urine past my teeth and onto my tongue.
Retaining this last warm mouthful, I lap at her slit, feeling her enormous clitoris swell to maximum hardness, pushing back against my tongue. She squirms at the contact, trying to increase the pressure of the contact between her tight pre-teen pussy and my tongue. But for her, the position is too awkward, and for me, the strain becomes too much as my arms start to burn. Reluctantly, I lower her, moaning in disappointment, to the tiles, Alison supporting her head.
Almost immediately, Rene moves in on the side opposite her sister and helps Anna into a sitting position. Her cheeks still bulging, she looks at Anna and points to her mouth, her eyebrows raised quizzically as she tilts her head to one side. Confused, Anna looks up at me, "What...?" she begins.
Reluctantly, I swallow my own mouthful and explain, "She wants to know if you want to taste it."
Anna considers this for a few seconds before hesitantly agreeing, "Well, ok, but just a little bit, and she's got to stop if I don't like it. Ok?"
Rene nods her agreement and, taking Anna's head between her hands, she brings her mouth close to Anna's still closed lips. Instead of trying to coax Anna into opening them, she dribbles a few droplets onto Anna's lips and pulls back to see what she will do.
Comically screwing her face up, as if being forced to take a particularly nasty medicine, Anna parts her lips and allows her tongue to touch the wetness coating them. Almost as soon as her tongue touches her lips, it flicks back while she tests the flavor. Then, unable to detect anything at all, she swipes her tongue all around her lips, her eyes widening a little as she realizes that it isn't that bad.
Rene then makes a short, abortive move towards Anna and waits. Anna nods her agreement, saying, "Not too much." She then tilts her head back and holds her mouth open like a little bird waiting to be fed.
Rene leans over her older friend and lets another small dribble of urine fall, this time onto Anna's waiting tongue. She hovers over Anna as the tiny eight-year-old closes her lips and works her pee around on her tongue for a few seconds. Suddenly, a wicked gleam enters her eyes, and without warning, she grabs Rene's head in her hands and attaches her wide-open mouth in a lamprey-like grip over Rene's, causing the smaller girl to squeak in surprise and allow the rest of the pee filling her mouth to pour into Anna's.
Anna quickly gulps down the tasty treat, and Rene pulls back. "You pinched it!" she cries accusingly, scowling at Anna.
"Well, it was mine in the first place," Anna replies with a grin.
Alison and I both giggle at this, and a few seconds later, unable to maintain her pique, Rene joins in, "Yeah, I guess it was."
"And I'll give it back later," Anna continues, causing me to completely lose it and slide to the floor.
"Oh, stop, or I'll pee on the FLOOR!" Alison cries through her giggles, holding her crotch as she collapses half on top of me.
"No, I want it!" Anna yelps, her earlier reluctance completely overcome.
"Well, hurry up, I can't hold it much longer," Alison gasps, squirming.
"Me either," Rene says, her hand cupping her hairless mound as she dances from foot to foot.
"Hey, you can both do it to me at the same time," Anna says.
"How?" Alison asks, "Only one of us can stand in front of you."
"Like this," Anna answers, "Lying down on her back. You stand here." Anna grasps Alison's ankles and guides her into a position astride her chest. "And you stand behind my head. Now try and hit the target.""But we'll get your face and it'll get in your hair," Rene objects.
"So," Alison says, "Greg pissed all over me last night, and we're going to have to have a shower anyway."
"Oh yeah," Rene says with a giggle. "Ready." She puts her fingers on her sister's pussy and waits for her to do the same. "Aim." They pry each other's lips apart. "FIRE!" Together, the two sisters begin to piss on their new friend, as I look on, my throbbing erection threatening to explode.
Rene's giggling does nothing to improve her aim, and the golden stream that shoots from her bare little cunt splashes all over Anna's face and neck before it settles down. Alison too misses on the first shot, her point of aim so low that she hits Anna squarely between her pale pink nipples before she corrects her aim, and her slightly darker emission joins her sister's to whip up a froth in Anna's eagerly waiting mouth. Each time the tiny eight-year-old closes her mouth to swallow, Alison's and Rene's piss splashes off her lips and chin to flow down over her cheeks and the sides of her neck, until she is lying in a spreading pool of piss over a yard across.
About halfway through, Alison presses a finger into the crease between her sister's pussy lips, causing piss to spray in all directions, fine droplets bespattering her thighs and all over Anna's torso. Not to be outdone, Rene too partially covers her urethral opening with a finger, but she does it from behind and, by dint of careful aiming, manages to hose herself down with big sister's piss, from just beneath her tiny nipples to her knees as well as all over Anna's face and upper torso.
A few seconds later, first Rene and then Alison finish, their piss slowing to a dribble that hits Anna in the forehead and chin. The two girls then step back to survey the soaking, bedraggled mess that they have made of their friend.
"That was fun," Rene observes.
"Shit yeah!" Alison agrees breathlessly, adding as she surveys the floor, "God, we made a mess."
Stepping over Anna's still prone body, I dampen a washcloth with warm water and lift her to a sitting position, then wipe the piss from her eyes so that she can open them. "So how was it?" I ask as I clean her face.
"Great!" she replies with a grin. "It wasn't horrible at all, just a bit salty, and it was sweet too. It made me feel really funny in my tummy and pussy too. Are you going to pee for us now?"
"In a minute," says Alison before I can answer. "He can't piss when his dick is hard like that, but I know how to fix it."
Taking the washcloth from my hands, she rinses it out in cold water and advances on me, grinning maniacally. Laughing, I pretend to cringe as I ineffectually try to fend her off. Then, after a few seconds, I let her get past my guard and wrap the saturated and very cold cloth about my balls and rampant member. Subject to such treatment, my erection quickly retreats, and my scrotum contracts until it is a shrunken, pimpled sack holding my balls tight against my body, and my once proud shaft becomes a limp white grub.
"There!" Alison declares, withdrawing the cloth and tossing it in the sink.
"It looks funny," Anna giggles. "Like a worm sitting on a rock or something."
"You should have seen it when I turned on the cold water in the shower last night," Alison laughs. "It shrunk until it was only this big." She holds her hand up, thumb and forefinger about an inch apart to illustrate.
"Well, I'm just about to burst, so you'd better hurry up and get ready," I say. "Now I better warn you, a man's piss can be quite a bit stronger, so you'd better taste it before you open your mouths right up. Ok?"
"Ok," they chorus, as they start trying to work out how to arrange themselves.
Due to their differences in height, they end up with Alison sitting on the floor in the puddle of piss they'd created pissing on Anna. Anna kneels beside her, sitting on her heels, and Rene kneels on the other side. Once in position, the two younger girls press their cheeks against Alison's, and contrary to my warnings, all three of them open their mouths wide.
As I look at these three beautiful little girls jostling each other as they eagerly wait for me to start pissing, I am struck by just how much they look like a family of nestlings, and I give voice to my earlier observation, saying, "You lot look like a nest full of baby birds waiting to be fed."
"Cheep, cheep," Rene chirps.
"Cheep, my worm, cheep," Anna declares.
"No mine, cheep," Alison says.
As they start shoving each other, each trying to be the first to receive my piss, I feel a stirring in my loins, and my cock starts to grow again as I look at their tight hairless cracks and flat chests. I marvel at their willingness, no eagerness, for me to piss in their mouths and over their faces.
Then, before it once again becomes impossible for me to piss, I warn, "Ok, here it comes."
Upon hearing my warning, they close their eyes, but amazingly, their mouths open even wider. As the pressure in my bladder becomes too much to be denied, I cut loose with a powerful stream of steaming urine that impacts between Alison's tiny breasts. Due to the considerable quantity of soft drink that I had consumed, my piss is almost perfectly clear, and I feel safe in redirecting my aim higher.
Swinging the stream from side to side, I lift my cock slightly and get Anna on the point of the chin, and a little splashes into her mouth. The flavor is obviously not too much for her, as she ducks her head slightly, catching a little on her tongue as I move on towards Alison and then Rene. Both girls keep their mouths open after tasting my piss, and I lift my point of aim to their foreheads, so that my piss cascades down over their eyelids and beside their noses. Some dribbles into their mouths, but the majority drips from their chins and down onto their chests.
Anna makes a complaining noise and lifts herself a little, so that my next pass hits her directly between the teeth and fills her mouth. The other two also try to capture more on their tongues, so I give them what they want and fill their mouths with my urine. As they close their mouths to swallow, I fight my rapidly hardening cock down enough that I can take aim at their bald little slits.
Anna gasps as the hot stream hits her exposed clitoris, making it vibrate under the impact, but her wide-open mouth tells me where she really wants it, so I resume pissing in her face. As my bladder empties and the pressure lessens, I move forwards, laying the tip of my, almost fully hardened cock on her lower lip and releasing a short spurt directly into her mouth. Turning my hips, I do the same for Alison, then Rene, squeezing the last of my piss out onto my tiniest lover's tongue as she pushes her head forwards and engulfs the first two inches of my cock in her warm wet mouth.
Rene nurses on my fully hardened cock, her cheeks hollowed as she strips the last salty drops of urine from my shaft. Then, taking a deep breath, she pushes her face forwards, driving my swelling glans against the back of her throat and part way into it. Immediately, her throat convulses about my cock head, forcing it clear, and her teeth scrape the underside of my shaft as she pulls back gagging. Straight away, I drop to my knees and gather her up in my arms, pulling her into my lap as I hold her, waiting for the paroxysmic coughing to finish. Peripherally, I am aware of Alison's concerned expression and Anna explaining to her what had happened, but most of my attention is on calming Rene.
A little while later, she lifts her head from my chest and turns her tear-streaked face up to me, asking, "How come I can't do it like Anna did?"
"Because you tried to do it the very hardest way it is to do it, silly billy," I gently chide her, lowering my lips to her cheeks and kissing and licking her salty tears away, before I realize that most of those tears were my piss. I then mentally shrug my shoulders and continue cleaning her face with my tongue, ignoring the slightly bitter taste.
"Unless you are used to it like Anna is," I continue explaining, "you have to make sure that your neck is really straight. And you tried to force it down too. Some people can do it like that, but until you know just how to make your muscles go loose, you have to take it slow and swallow at the same time. The way you did it made your body think it was choking, so it forced my cock out."
"Now are you ok?" I finish.
"Uh, huh," she nods, dragging the back of her arm under her nose and sniffing. She then asks with a wan little grin, "How do I do it then?"
"Anna can show you a bit later," I say, helping her to her feet, "but first, we better clean up a bit. Why don't you three hop in the shower while I find the mop."
Leaving them pushing, shoving, and giggling, I get the mop from the laundry, and after wetting it in the trough, I walk backwards into the bathroom, cleaning up my pissy footprints as I go. I then push the pool of urine on the floor into the drain, rinsing the mop between the girls' feet. Then, once the floor is clean, I set the mop aside and squeeze in with my three giggling lovers.
Taking the shampoo from the tidy hanging from the shower head, I squeeze a dollop onto the crown of Rene's head, suggesting that Alison wash her hair while I do Anna's. With much giggling and unnecessary rubbing of skin against skin, we wash each other's hair. When it is her turn to do my hair, Anna stands on my thighs as I sit with my legs crossed so that she can comfortably reach the top of my head.
Then, as she takes the head on its long hose to rinse the suds from my hair, I can no longer resist the temptation to press my lips between her belly button and blow. Squealing, she loses control of the shower head, and water goes everywhere.Enfolding her tiny waist with my hands, I lift her squirming body higher, blowing raspberries all over her belly and mound, paying a great deal of attention to the distended pink shaft that protrudes from between her labia.
As I continue, she stops squirming, and her hands entangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer as the vibrations of my lips around her enormous clit turn her shrieking giggles to softer, more sensuous sounds. I let her grind her pussy against my face for a few seconds, then, after spearing my tongue into the slit of her belly button, I release her to stand giggling and gasping between my legs.
Grabbing the shower head, I finish rinsing my hair and then turn it on Rene and Alison, who are slowly soaping each other's groins, their fingers softly tracing the lines of their labia amid the froth. I alternate the pounding spray between Rene's and Alison's pussies, rinsing the suds away.
Making little noises of pleasure, they both widen their stance and push their hips forwards, their fingers stretching their pussy lips apart to reveal their clits. Their lips unconsciously parting and pelvises slowly gyrating as they lean their shoulders against the tiles and surrender themselves to the pleasurable sensations emanating from their pussies.
Almost, their pleasure makes me change my mind, but the opportunity is too good to miss. With their eyes closed, they do not see me wink at Anna, and as I turn the spray fully on Alison's prominently displayed mound, I reach across and turn the hot water fully off, getting my revenge for her doing the same to me the night before.
With a screech of outrage that makes me wince, her eyes open comically wide, and she jams her hands between her legs to cover her suddenly cooled ardor. Using the chilled water like a lash, I back her into a corner and hose her up and down, eliciting more shrieks as her sister and Anna retreat from the stall, giggling madly at her misfortune.
A couple of seconds later, I relent, turning the shower head away from her, and I bring the hot water back up and help her warm up a little as I say, "That's for last night."
"You're a bastard!" she yells, then as two shocked gasps come from the other side of the curtain, she realizes what she has just said and claps her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to stuff the words back in.
"Go and dry off in front of the fire, you two," I say through the curtain, and hear the sounds of their feet beating a hasty retreat down the hall.
Chapter 24 - Lessons.
Slowly standing up, I return the shower head to its hook and look down on Alison, whose eyes follow every movement of mine with deep apprehension. "Well," I say, as I hear the lounge room door close with a bang, "what are we going to do about this?"
"Mama'd hit me with the wooden spoon," Alison volunteers, a catch in her voice.
"Well, I don't think we have to go that far," I say, letting a little of the sternness fall from my voice. "I probably deserved it and more, but you said it in front of Rene and Anna, so we can't just let it go, can we?"
"I s'pose not," she mumbles. "Whatcha gonna do?"
"Well, I could send you to bed now," I say.
Upon hearing this, her eyes look beseechingly up at me, and she asks, "Do I have to? Can't you do something else instead?"
"Like what?" I ask in return.
"You could spank me," she says almost inaudibly, "and then I could still fuck you later." Suddenly, she asks, "Hey, how come I can say that and not 'bastard'?"
"Remember what I said about words last night," I remind her. "It's not what you say, it's how you say it."
"Oh yeah. So will you spank me instead of sending me to bed?" she asks, her eyes eloquently informing me which is her preference.
"Well," I say slowly, "Your mama didn't give me permission to spank you, so I guess I'll just have to send you to bed."
"No!" she cries, "I want you to spank me. Besides," she adds calculatingly, "if you spank me, Rene will see it and she'll remember better than if I just go to bed."
"I think this has more to do with you wanting a good dicking than any concern for Rene's moral upbringing."
"Yeah, that too," she grins up at me. "So you'll do it?"
"You realize that it'll be a proper spanking, don't you?" I warn her, "Not just a couple of swipes at your bum."
Her expression becomes serious, and she replies, "Uh, huh. You're gonna spank me pretty hard, but it's still better than the wooden spoon."
"Okay," I say, shutting off the water and giving her a medium-hard swat on her backside, which makes her squeal, "Let's go."
"That's one," she giggles, skipping ahead of me.
"Uh, uh," I say, grabbing a couple of towels, draping one over her shoulders and wrapping the other about my waist, "That's just a warm-up."
In the lounge, we find the younger girls sitting in the middle of the mattress watching 'My Little Pony', their damp towels discarded in front of the fire. "Are you going to tell Mama?" Rene asks me apprehensively, turning her head to look at us.
"No, he's going to spank me instead," Alison replies cheerfully.
"You're glad he's going to spank you?" Anna asks incredulously.
"Yep," Alison replies with a grin, "otherwise he was going to send me to bed without a fuck."
"I don't get it," Anna asks confusedly, "she says that word and Rene said it and a lot of other words today, how come she gets spanked for what she said in the shower?"
"Because I said it to try and hurt him," Alison says.
I notice that the look of confusion doesn't clear from Anna's face, so I continue the explanation, "She's not getting spanked for saying 'bastard', she's getting it for how she said it. As far as I'm concerned, you or anyone else can say what you like, so long as you are in control of yourself."
"You see, this time Alison just let fly with words, but what if it had been somebody else, somebody smaller than her, who had sprayed her with cold water and instead of yelling, she grabbed the shower head and hit them with it?"
"So she's getting spanked for losing her temper, not swearing," Anna says. "Is that right?"
"Pretty much," I say. "There is never any reason for losing your temper. Get angry, yes, but when you lose control, you put yourself and other people in danger."
"How?" Rene asks.
"Any number of ways," I reply. "When you lose your temper, you stop thinking clearly, and sometimes you do something really stupid."
"Like really hurt someone when you don't really mean to?" Alison asks.
"Exactly," I reply.
"So can we get it over with so we can start fucking?" she asks, dropping the towel she had been drying herself with.
"Okay," I agree, looking about the room for a suitable location to administer her punishment. Finally, I settle on the couch and guide her into position, draped over the arm, her cheek pressed into the seat cushion.
"So how many should it be?" I ask.
"Ten," Alison replies, somewhat more subdued, now that the moment of truth has arrived.
"A hundred," is Rene's enthusiastic response, while Anna stands mute.
"A hundred it is, you can count them for me, Rene," I say, concealing a grin as Alison snaps upright.
"But I can only count to ten," Rene objects.
"Well, this is your lucky day, Alison," I say, grinning at her, "I guess ten will have to do, unless, of course, Anna wants to do the counting instead."
"Stop teasing me!" Alison says, moving back into position over the arm of the couch and pressing her cheek back into the seat cushion.
"Okay, here goes," I say, taking up position by her hip and lifting my hand.
I bring it down on her smooth buttocks with a ringing crack, that makes Alison yelp. As I lift my hand, I see the outline of my fingers in white against the slightly tanned skin of her backside, and as I watch, the imprint turns a delicate shade of pink. "One!" Rene sings out with relish.
"Don't look so pleased, Rene," I tell her. "This is for your benefit too. Somehow or other, I think you might be getting your own backside warmed in the very near future, now that you've stopped being scared of your own shadow."
"Oh!" she murmurs in a small voice as the implication of my words sinks home.
Motioning for Alison to get back into position, I lift my hand again and deliver three quick blows in succession to her backside, eliciting pained yelps as Rene counts off "Two, three, four" clearly but without her earlier enthusiasm. The remaining six slaps I deliver in pairs, alternating from side to side.
When I finish, Alison rights herself and turns to me, rubbing her injured pride. "Can we fuck now?" Suddenly, something in Anna's expression catches her attention, and she asks, "What's wrong, Anna?"
I turn away from Alison and see on Anna's face a look of shock. Shaking herself, she replies, "Mummy never hits me, and I've never seen anyone else either. Did it really hurt?"
"It's not that bad," Alison reassures her. "See?" she turns and pushes her reddened bottom out towards Anna, clapping herself on the bum. "Ouch!" she yelps, wincing, "It's not that good either," she finishes with a wry grin.
"Wow, it's really red," Anna breathes, bending over to examine Alison's glowing backside. She gently lays her palm on the reddened skin and observes, "Oh! It's really hot."
"I dare you to kiss it better," Rene challenges, grinning as she moves up beside Anna, cocking her head to one side as she views her sister's chastened rear end.
Blushing, Anna slowly moves her head lower, covering the remaining ten inches or so in short, almost staccato jerks, cautiously sniffing all the while. As Anna's lips come within two inches of the glowing pink orb of Alison's buttocks, Rene grabs her behind the neck and pushes her nose into the crack separating them. As Anna jerks back, the naughty five-year-old skips out of her reach, giggling.
However, she is not out of my reach, and I grasp her about the waist and pull her to me as I say, "I think you just earned that bottom warming I warned you about."Rene's giggles suddenly cut off, and she turns her eyes on me. At first, she seems ready to protest, then with a resigned grin, she says, "I guess I did. Sorry, Anna, I shouldn't have made you do that."
"It's okay," Anna replies. Then, in a surprising move, she pushes Alison further forward until she has to support herself on the couch. Then, screwing her eyes tightly shut, she quickly licks from the bottom of Alison's pouting pussy lips to the base of her spine, her tongue coming into direct, if brief, contact with Alison's little, pink anal sphincter.
At the unexpected contact, Alison squeaks in surprise and stands bolt upright as Rene claps her hands in delight and cheers Anna's brave move. "Do it again!" Rene encourages.
"Okay, I will!" Anna declares, pushing Alison so hard between the shoulder blades that she topples over the arm of the couch, landing with her face pressed into the cushions. Kneeling behind her, Anna pushes her buttocks apart, exposing her hairless pussy lips and winking anus.
With her eyes open this time, Anna insinuates her tongue between Alison's labia and drags it back and forth as Alison moans into the seat cushion. Then, as the sweet aroma of Alison's arousal wafts upwards, Anna shifts her attention to the puckered rim of her twitching anus. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she flicks the rubbery ring with the tip of her tongue, making Alison squirm with delight. Encouraged by this reaction, Anna repeats the move, her tongue moving in tight circles about Alison's anus.
As Anna's lingual attentions continue, Alison's anus begins to relax, and as Anna's tongue passes over the opening, Alison presses her toes into the carpet and lifts her bum, impaling herself on Anna's tongue. This, however, is too much for the little eight-year-old, and she jerks back, declaring, "I'm not going to stick my tongue IN your bum."
"That's all right," I say, more for the benefit of Alison and Rene, who look ready to push Anna further. "Remember what I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
As Alison and Rene subside, Anna pushes Alison back down and applies her tongue to Alison's swelling labia, lifting her hands to pull them apart. Her tongue snakes out and flicks at Alison's engorged clitoris, then drags upwards along the length of her slit to dip into the entrance of her vagina, collecting the sweet elixir that is seeping out. Moaning in sheer bliss, Alison pushes back against the intruding tongue.
"Okay, that's enough," Rene declares, "We need the couch."
"What for?" Anna and I ask simultaneously. While Alison's expression is comical in the extreme, comprising a mixture of frustrated sexual release, curiosity, and disgust at Rene's timing.
"Yeah, what for?" she asks and ominously growls, "It better be good."
"He's gotta smack my bum now," Rene cheerfully declares, perversely proud that she too can join her sister in yet another way. "Because I pushed Anna's nose into your bum, and that's worse than what you said."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "You've got to be really, really sure, because if I do it, it's going to be real and it'll hurt."
"Uh-huh," she nods vigorously, "I want you to spank me just like Alison."
"Hey," I ask, "are you just doing this just to be like your big sister? Because if you are, I won't do it."
"Yeah, I guess so," she sheepishly admits, "But I really was too naughty. You know like you said before? And now I have to take the coska, uh cons..."
She fumbles over the big word, and I supply it for her, "Consequences?"
"Yeah, cons'kenses."
"Okay," I say, "Alison's ten, and she got ten smacks, so I think you should get five. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, I guess so," she replies, sounding and looking a little more subdued now that the moment is upon her.
Alison makes way for her sister, moving aside and helping her to lie face down over the arm of the couch, her cheek pressed into the cushion and her feet dangling with her toes a good six inches off the floor. "Okay, I'm ready," she says in muffled tones.
Waving Alison aside to stand with Anna, I take up my station and bring my hand down on the tiny bottom before me. Rene yelps at the impact and chokes back a sob as she counts for herself, "One."
"Two," she yelps, as the second stroke of my hand drops onto her behind. My hand so large in comparison to her bottom that the imprint of my hand extends across both cheeks of her behind. "Three... Four... Five," she counts, her voice dropping to a choked whisper as my last blow falls on her little five-year-old arse.
Breathing in great gulps, she lies limply over the arm of the couch for half a minute or so before pushing herself backwards until her toes touch the floor. Then levering herself upright, she turns to us, a few tears trailing down her cheeks. She gives me a brave, if wavering, smile and whispers, "Thank you."
My heart goes out to her bravery, I extend my arms towards her, and she throws herself into them, burying her nose in the side of my neck and hugging me convulsively as I gently fold my arms around her. A few seconds later, she pulls away and turns to Anna, who gives her a big hug and kiss.
"I suppose you want me to kiss yours better too?" she asks, in mock exasperation.
Giggling, Rene nods and pulls away. Moving to the center of the mattress, she drops to her knees and presses her face into the bunched-up sheet as she reaches back with both hands and gingerly pulls her buttocks apart to reveal her tiny pink pucker.
"Hey, he didn't hit that bit," Anna giggles, even as she kneels behind Rene and jabs her tongue directly at the little rubbery ring. Rene squirms and giggles in response, twisting her head to one side, she says, "No, but it's making the rest feel better anyway."
Anna giggles again and plants a resounding kiss on Rene's pucker, then plants two more on the reddened skin on either side. Sitting back on her heels, she looks at Rene's behind and the fat lips of her pussy, protruding from between her thighs.
Just as Rene begins to lift her head and turn it, Anna grins wickedly up at Alison and me and pushes a finger into Rene's little twat. "Ooh, that feels really, really weird," she giggles over Rene's gasp.
"Move it in and out," Rene says, wiggling her bottom from side to side.
Frowning in concentration, Anna pumps her hand back and forth, her finger taking on a glistening sheen as it becomes coated with Rene's sweet juices. As Alison and I look on, it is obvious that Rene is enjoying these attentions, her hands closing into fists, grasping the sheet.
"Put another one in," Rene orders, her voice taking on a ragged edge, "Do it faster."
A liquid sucking noise emanates from Rene's little bald quim as Anna slips a second finger in beside the first and speeds up the motion of her arm. "Cool!" Anna observes as oily droplets begin to seep around her fingers and dribble over Rene's hairless pussy lips. Using the forefinger of her other hand like a squeegee, she collects the leaking fluid, transfers it to her lips, and avidly sucks it clean.
"Oh yeah, rub her tingle bump," Alison orders, "Move your legs apart, Rene."
Unsteadily, the tiny preschooler rocks from side to side, shuffling her knees outwards an inch at a time, until her mound is only a few inches from the mattress. Stretched by her widespread legs, her labia part, revealing a small, glistening pearl peeking from within the folds of its pale pink hood.
Smiling at the effect she is having on Rene, Anna twists her hand from a palm-up to a palm-down position in order to bring her thumb to bear on the sensitive, little pebble nestled within the folds of Rene's baby cunt. Even before Anna's thumb touches her clit, Rene gasps and pushes backwards against the fingers embedded within her cunt.
A grin of pure mischief forms on Anna's lips, and she begins to rotate her fingers back and forth, the pad of her thumb brushing back and forth over Rene's swollen little clit. Under the onslaught of the new sensations induced by Anna's fingers, Rene groans into the mattress, her tiny fists tightening convulsively on the sheet.
A few moments later, Anna pulls her fingers free of Rene's drooling cunt and, putting the index fingers of both hands side by side, she pushes them back into Rene's vagina. At first, she moves them in and out together, her thumbs sliding over the pliant flesh of Rene's labia to squeeze her clit between them. Obviously appreciative of this treatment, Rene squeals quietly as she bounces her hips up and down.
Half a minute or so later, Anna changes the rhythm of her fingers' motions within the highly aroused preschooler's tiny twat, her fingers sliding over each other in a complicated twisting motion, one finger pressing inwards at the top as she withdraws the other at the bottom. At the same time, her thumbs slip through the crease between Rene's glistening, engorged labia and over the top of her ultra-sensitive clit.
Under the impetus of this unorthodox, but extremely effective treatment of her little pussy, Rene's squeals of enjoyment deepen in pitch and become considerably louder. Leaning forward, I whisper in Anna's ear, "Push down a bit harder with your fingers."
A few seconds later, Rene's legs straighten convulsively, and her breath is expelled in a single piercing shriek. In the grip of a powerful climax, her neck and back arching with vertebrae-popping force. At the same time, Anna exclaims in a voice filled with wonder, "She's squeezing my fingers!"
Because Anna stopped pumping her fingers when Rene's climax hit her, the little preschooler's orgasm is soon over, and she quickly recovers. Rolling over, she throws her arms about Anna's neck and pulls her down on top of herself. "That was neat!" she squeals and peppers Anna's face with kisses.
"Yeah, that was real cool," Alison says, reaching across to wrap her hand around my rock-hard shaft, "Was that what you did to us before?"Yeah," I reply, pulling her against my side and sliding a pair of fingers deep into her drooling cunt, "it's called a G-Spot, orgasm and every girl I know reckons it's the best, most intense orgasm ever."
"How do you do it?" She asks, slowly tensing and relaxing her buttocks so that she moves on my fingers in short strokes less than half an inch long. At the same time her thumb smears my pre-cum over the swollen head of my cock.
"Can you do it to men?"
"Sort of," I say, answering her second question first, "If you put your finger in a man's bum and press towards the front, you'll feel something that feels like a little orange. If you rub that, you can make him cum in a few seconds."
"Does he faint like we did before?" she asks, her wicked grin telling me that she wants me to say 'Yes.'
"No," I reply, "but if you don't stop, you can make him feel really sore, because he keeps on trying to squirt semen out even when he runs out. If you want to make a man faint, you have to keep on teasing him until he almost cums, then stop for a while and then do it again and again. After a while you let him cum and sometimes, if you've teased him long enough, he might faint. It's only happened to me once and it takes forever to do, so save it for special occasions. And when you do, do it, you can forget about getting him to do anything else for hours, because it's like he has all the orgasm that you stopped all at once and it really wears him out."
"When's your birthday?" she asks with an evil looking grin.
"Last week." I answer, matching her grin. "Now you wanted to know how to do it to girls. It's a bit like how you do it to men, except you do it in her vagina of course." I curl my fingers within her tight little fuck tube and massage the front wall of her cunt behind her clit. "Here, there's a spot where a lot of nerves from different parts of your pussy come together and if you rub it for a while you can't help but cum, and you'll keep cumming until you pass out or you stop rubbing it."
"That feels really weird, it feels like I need to pee."
Alison's comment gets the attention of Rene, and she abandons her oral exploration of Anna's oversized clitoris. This time Anna realises that there is something beyond the undeniably pleasant feelings that emanate from her pussy and she moans in frustration as Rene leaves her to pounce on her sister and ask, "Are you going to piddle? Can I drink it please? I haven't tasted your piddle yet, Anna got it all last time." Rene's voice takes on a slightly aggrieved tone as she says this last.
"No, she doesn't really need to pee," I answer for Alison. "That's what it's supposed to feel like when I rub her G-Spot."
"What's a G-Spot?" my five-year-old lover asks.
"It's the place inside your vagina where Anne just rubbed you," I explain.
"How come I didn't feel like I need to pee then?" Rene asks.
"Because you were nearly cumming already," I say, "and when Anna rubbed it, you had your orgasm before you could notice the 'I need to pee' feeling."
"Can you do it to me?" Anna asks, her voice filled with a plaintive note that almost breaks my heart, "Everybody else has had an orgasm, but every time I think I'm going to have one, you stop." she includes all three of us in this last accusatory statement.
"At first I thought that nice tingly feeling you made me feel was one, but I think it's even better than that. Can you rub my G-Spot for me?"
Gathering the slightly sad little eight-year-old into my arms, I lift her into my lap and hug her against my chest, the rock hard shaft of my cock pressed into her hips. "Anna honey," I say, "I can't reach your G-Spot because it's behind your hymen. You know that little piece of skin I told you about."
"Oh, well how do I get rid of it then?" she asks.
"You push something through it," I say. "These two did it with the handles of their hairbrushes, or you can use your fingers or a man can do it with his penis."
"Will you do it for me," she asks, turning her dark expressive eyes up to me. "Does it hurt much?"
"Lots!" Rene answers, gruesomely, "And you bleed too."
"A bit," is Alison's estimation, "like pulling a bit of skin from your fingernail."
"Why did it hurt Rene more?" Anna asks, her eyes widening with fright, "Will it hurt me lots because I'm littler than Alison? Is there lots of blood?"
"It probably hurt Rene more because she just shoved her hairbrush in and didn't wait until she was excited. Am I right?" I turn my eyes to the blushing first grader.
"Um yeah?" she replies with a sheepish grin, "I forgot what Jenny said about making sure it was all slippery and going slow. I just wanted to be a big girl so they'd play with me."
"So if we take it slowly and make sure that your vagina is all slippery and receptive it won't hurt very much," I reassure her. "And there will be a little bit of blood, that's unavoidable, but usually there's only lots of blood if it's done too fast and the girl gets torn inside."
"Oh." Anna's voice is very small and quavers slightly as she says, "I really want you to break my hymen thingy with your penis in me, but I'm scared too."
"Well you could watch him fuck me first," is Alison's helpful, if somewhat self-serving offer. "Besides, if he tried to do it to you now, I think he'd squirt all over the place as soon as his dick touched your pussy."
I follow their gaze, looking down at my cock, with its tracery of angry blue veins and dark bloated head, and I have to agree with her. Anna's offer of her cherry has left me so close to cumming that my shaft visibly twitches in time with my rapid heartbeat and a continuous rivulet of pre-cum dribbles down the underside of my shaft. "I think you're right Alison," I say with a grin, "Well Anna, would you like to do it that way and watch Alison and me first to see what it's like?"
"Yeah, ok," she nods her head after thinking about it for a while.
While we'd been speaking, Alison had moved behind me. Suddenly I feel something cold, hard and wet on my balls. Yelling with surprise, I knock Alison's hand aside, and send the half-full lemonade bottle, beaded with condensation, skittering across the floor. The skin of my scrotum has tightened, shrinking until my balls are pulled tight against my body. At the same time, the blood drains from my cock.
"You're still a bastard, but we're even now," Alison grins up at me.
"Typical bloody woman," I mutter, "Not even until she's ahead."
"Of course," she giggles.
"Well how are we going to fuck now?" I ask, grinning back. "I don't think this limp noodle is going anywhere."
"Wanna bet?" she chortles, "I can fix it." Shoving my shoulders, she knocks me over onto my back, throws her leg across my chest and drops her head into my lap. Pressing her lips to the now pale crown of my prick, she vacuums my cock into her mouth. Then with her lips pressed against my pubis, she begins to roll my rapidly reinflating shaft around inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
Within seconds, my glans begins to push against the back of her throat, but instead of pulling back to give it more room, she works the muscles of her throat, literally swallowing the head of my cock. The incredible sensations of her epiglottis pulling my cock deep into her throat is all that it takes to finish the job of refilling my shaft with blood, leaving me lightheaded as I groan in reaction.
She keeps her lips pressed into my pubes for a few seconds, then pulls back, the muscles of her throat, holding my cock and tugging on it slightly for a moment, before it releases me with a slight popping sensation. She raises her hips and looks back between her legs, giving me a shit-eating grin as she asks with a giggle, "How was that Greg?"
"Fucking incredible," I tell her, grasping her hips and driving my stiffened tongue straight up her drooling fuck hole.
"Oh, FUCK!" she squeals, pressing back against my face, "Fuck me with your tongue! Lick my fucking clit! Suck it! Fucking suck it harder." She pushes herself up, sitting back on my face and rocking her hips from side to side as she grinds her pussy against my lips and chin.
She gyrates her pelvis on my face for half a minute or so, then as I judge her as ready to cum, she suddenly drops forward, pulling free of my tongue, and re-impales her face on my straining shaft, brutally forcing her throat down over my bloated, purple glans until her chin impacts painfully against my pubis.
The feeling of her throat surrounding my shaft is almost too much for me, and my groan is a mixture of relief and frustrated desire as she pulls back and sits up. Twisting around to look under her arm at me, she giggles at the expression on my face. "I can tell you liked that."
"I want to do that," Rene says, "I want to suck all of his cock."
"Rene," I say, "if you touch it right now, it'll go off before you can get your lips around the tip, let alone the rest of it. Besides, I don't think your throat is big enough."
"I wanna try!" she repeats stubbornly.
"Get the lemonade," Alison orders, shoving back to sit on my face as I groan and begin to struggle just enough to rub my nose, tongue and chin over every moist, delectable square millimetre of little girl flesh I can reach.
A moment later, I feel the cold, wet kiss of the lemonade bottle against my balls and hear them giggling at my shrinking equipment. This time, prevented by Alison's legs on my arms, from shoving it aside, she holds the clammy plastic bottle against my genitals until they feel like they have been encased in ice.
Alison sets the bottle aside and her weight leaves my face. As she throws her leg over my head and rolls aside, I look down at my poor abused wedding tackle. My sack is almost painfully tight around my throbbing balls and my once proud prick has shrunken until it is a tiny nubbin barely three-quarters of an inch long.
"Ok, get up here and sit on his chest.""It's real easy," Alison continues, "when it starts to push against your throat, just tilt your head back as far as it will go and swallow it. It feels really neat when it grows in your mouth."
Leaning forwards, Rene presents me with a perfect view of the plump, glistening lips of her tiny baby pussy and her winking pink anus above it. Unable to resist the temptation, I push myself up onto my elbows and lick along the length of her crack from her clitoris back to her rubbery pink pucker. She squeals and wriggles back against my tongue for a few seconds, then pulls herself just out of reach as she wraps her lips around the base of my shrunken member, easily taking my entire cock into her mouth.
In fact, it has been so reduced by Alison's treatment that Rene has no difficulty flicking her tongue back and forth over the end of my frozen prick. A couple of seconds later, she insinuates the tip of her tongue under my foreskin and licks at my glans. Twice abused by the frigid bottle, it takes my cock a little while to recover, and Rene rolls my limp little prick around inside her mouth for nearly half a minute before it finally begins to swell.
As the growing head of my cock pushes her tongue aside, she starts bobbing her head up and down slowly, massaging it from root to tip with the tight ring of her warm, soft lips and her agile little tongue. Then, as it fills her mouth to capacity, she takes a deep breath through her nose and swallows, pulling my glans into her throat.
"Oh FUCK!" I almost scream, as a massive hydraulic pulse pounds into my groin, instantly filling my cock to capacity and beyond. The sensation of Rene's tiny pre-teen throat massaging my blood-filled knob causes my hips to snap upwards and drive the last inch of my cock between her lips, forcing over half of my rock-hard prick over the back of her tongue and down her esophagus. Only the tight ring of her lips locked tight about my shaft keeps me from emptying my load straight into her stomach then and there.
I'm so caught up in the incredible sensations of having my prick buried in the throat of a five-year-old girl that it takes a few seconds for it to register with my lust-hazed brain that she is struggling to pull herself free of my shaft. For a couple of seconds, it looks like Alison is going to have to apply the bottle in order to free Rene, but just as I open my mouth to tell her to do so, there is an incredible slipping sensation and my bloated glans slips free of her throat with an audible pop, and her sharp little teeth scrape painfully over the rim.
I immediately push myself up into a sitting position and gather Rene into my arms, gently cuddling the gasping preschooler as I rock her back and forth. "Are you ok?" I ask almost in tears as I realize just how close I had come to choking her to death on my cock.
She pulls in another shuddering lung-full of air, then nods her head. Suddenly, she giggles and looks at her sister, "You're right, it feels really neat when it goes down your neck. I can't wait until I show Mama."
"Shit Rene," I gasp, "I'm not going to let you do that again, I nearly killed you."
"No, you didn't," she tells me forcefully. "I can hold my breath a lot longer than that. I just got scared for a minute and, and... What's that word where you do silly things 'cause you're scared?"
"Panic?" I supply for her.
"Yeah, panic," she continues. "I panicked when I couldn't breathe, but you know what? My pussy really tingled too. Why's that?"
"It's a nature thing," I tell her. "When your body thinks it might die, it gets really horny, because it wants to get pregnant and have a baby and pass your genes on."
"That's silly," she giggles. "If I was dying, I wouldn't have long enough to have a baby, and how could I give it my pants when I don't have any?"
"Not pants - jeans: G E N E S," I spell it for her. "They are things in your eggs and a man's sperm that are instructions for making a baby. And your body doesn't care if you don't have time to have a baby. If it's in danger, it gets ready to get pregnant just in case there is enough time to have it."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously.
"So that's why it feels so good when you kept on making us cum before," Alison says. "We couldn't breathe, so our bodies thought they were dying, and that made it even better."
"Uh, that's right," I manage to say, surprised that she'd had enough brain function above her limbic system to note her lack of breath while in the throes of a massive G-spot orgasm.
"Ok, Rene, get off his lap. I want to fuck him now," Alison says as she tugs on her sister's arm. "Oh, you're bleeding."
I look down at myself and discover that Rene's teeth have taken a little piece of skin with them as they scraped the flare of my glans when she pulled off me, and a tiny bead of blood has squeezed out from under my foreskin. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Rene cries, her voice filled with remorse as she kneels beside me and gently skins my foreskin back to inspect the damage.
"Let me kiss it better." Without waiting for an answer, Rene lowers her lips to the tiny scrape and makes a loud smacking noise. "There, all better now," she giggles. "But it's not going to fit in my sister's pussy like this. I'll just have to keep kissing it until it gets all big and stiff, so Anna can watch it slide into my big sister's pussy."
Her words alone are enough to start the rush of blood to my groin, but Rene is not satisfied with the progress of my shaft towards tumescence, so she wraps her lips around the swelling head and, before I can stop her, she pushes downwards and swallows at the same time. "Oh fuck!" I groan as my cock once again plugs her tight little throat.
I put my hands on her shoulders, intending to pull her off me, but she makes it plain that she isn't going anywhere until she's ready by grasping the backs of my legs and shrugging my hands off. She calmly holds herself there, her nose pressed into my pubic hair for twenty seconds or so, then shifts her hands around to the front of my legs and pushes. For a moment, her throat holds me tight, stretching my cock painfully, delightfully before releasing its grip, allowing my cock to slide free with a pop.
She keeps her lips closed in a tight ring just under the rim of my glans while she takes a deep breath, then pushes her lips back down along my shaft until my glans presses against the back of her throat. She pauses there for a few seconds as she takes another breath, then works her throat as she pushes downwards. Her little throat, however, is not up to the challenge, being unable to open up enough to accommodate my now fully engorged glans, and all that she does is massage the head of my prick exquisitely with the back of her tongue.
I let her try for a few seconds, then gently take her by the shoulders and pull her up until my prick slips free of her lips and slaps wetly against my belly. "Oooh!" she moans in disappointment, "It won't fit."
"What can go up a chimney, down, but not down a chimney, up?" Alison asks with a giggle.
"An umbrella," Rene giggles back.
I laugh at the joke, and a couple of seconds later, Anna catches the double meaning and collapses, giggling helplessly as she rolls about on the mattress, finally rolling onto the floor with a thump as Alison gives her a shove with her foot.
"Ok, I want you to put your umbrella in my chimney now," Alison giggles, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide.
"Uh-uh," I shake my head. "This time, you can do the work." Leaving her on the mattress, I grab a towel and lay it, folded double, over the cushions of the couch, and I sit down. "Come here and sit on my lap, little girl," I say in wheedling tones.
"But there's a big lump there," she objects with a giggle.
"Well, we'll just have to see if there's somewhere to hide it," I say.
"Where, mister?" she asks, biting down on the tip of her thumb as she sidles up to me.
"I'm sure you've got a place between your legs where it might fit," I say, reaching out to hook the tip of my finger in her juicy, little girl slot.
"Tha's rooood," she giggles, pulling away from me.
"Well, you're a rude little girl anyway," I tell her. "So you'd better come here and sit on my lap before I have to spank you."
"Can't spank me," she pouts.
"And why not?" I ask.
"Because you can't catch me," she informs me as she spins on her heels and scampers from the room.
Springing up from the couch, I give chase, with the other two girls scampering close on my heels. Alison leads me on a mad, shrieking and giggling chase, doing two circuits of the house - down the hall and back through the bathroom, laundry and kitchen to the lounge. Then the third time around, she continues on down the hall to her bedroom.
Once I have her cornered, she backs into a gap between her wardrobe and the wall and very unconvincingly begs me to spare her. Growling fiercely, I slowly advance on her, saying, "You can't get away from me now, little girl. Do you know what I'm going to do to you when I get hold of you? I'm going to throw you on the bed, and I'm going to spank your cute little butt until it's red as a baboon's, and then I'm going to force my big, fat cock into your tight, hairless, little girl's cunt and fuck you and fuck you until I fill it up with my nasty gooey sperm."
"Oh no, mister, please no, mister," she giggles. "If you do that, I will be ruined."
"But that's why I'm going to jam my nasty fat dick in your little hole," I inform her in my best Dick Dastardly voice. "I like ruining innocent little girls like you."
Chapter 25 - Despoiling Alison. Again.
With a final lunge, I pounce on her and gather her shrieking, cringing body in my arms and throw her face down on the bed. Almost helpless with her giggles, she pushes her little bum into the air and tries to crawl away.Grabbing her by one ankle, I haul her back towards me and land a ringing but painless blow on her bottom.
She shrieks with laughter and squirms away from me. I let her get to the head of the bed, then grab her and pull her back for another swat on her bottom. I've let her escape me and recapture her another half dozen times or so when Rene asks, "Can we help you, mister?"
I look down to the foot of the bed, to where Anna and Rene are standing, their fingers slowly working away in their little slits. "Yeah!" I grin. "You can come and hold her legs apart so I can spank her pretty, little pussy, to get it warmed up for my cock."
"NOOOoooo!" Alison shrieks, squirming violently to pull away from my hand encircling her ankle.
"Hold her tight, girls," I say, ignoring Alison's protests.
As she feels their fingers closing about her ankles, her struggles weaken a little and they easily pull her legs out to an acute angle as they drag her until her pussy mound is clear of the bed. A moment later, she slides all the way to the floor and has to scramble back onto the bed.
"Wait!" Rene tells me, handing me her ankle and going to a box in the corner, returning a moment later with a skipping rope. Climbing onto the bed, she sits on the back of her sister's head and, grabbing an arm which resists just strongly enough to be captured, she ties one end of the rope around the wrist. Then, leaning forwards, her little bum wriggling from side to side as she grinds her hot little quim into her sister's hair, she loops the rope under the frame of the bed and ties up her sister's other hand.
"There, she can't get away now," Rene declares with finality, taking her ankle back and tugging on it. She blithely ignores the facts that: a) her sister had no intentions of escaping; and b) the loop of rope about her right wrist had already fallen undone and Alison was only staying on the bed because she was tightly gripping the far edge of the mattress.
I leave Alison to stew in her own copious juices for a few moments while I kneel between her legs and slip a hand each between the legs of the little girls holding her ankles. Giggling, they spread their legs apart and press down against my fingers as I stroke their damp little slits from front to back a few times.
Finishing with a quick tweak of Anna's enormous clit and a single in-out stroke of my finger in Rene's tight, little fuck hole, I stand and contemplate Alison's slowly bouncing behind and, beneath it, the engorged mound split by a very wet cleft. Reaching between Alison's wide-spread legs, I insinuate my fingers between her mons and the edge of the mattress, taking great care that I don't touch the area around her, by now, hypersensitive clitoris.
Unable to hump herself against the bedclothes, she groans in frustration and rapidly thrusts her hips up and down, trying without success to get some sort of stimulation on her overheated little pussy. "Hey, girls," I say, "I think she likes this. See how wet her nasty bits are." As soon as I remove my fingers to hold my wet hand up for first Anna then Rene to lick, Alison resumes humping against the mattress.
"Girls!" I say sharply, "We can't have this. Look at this filthy little girl shamelessly rubbing herself against the bed like a dirty little animal. Look at her, I say, see how she's trying to bring her vile private parts into contact with the bed, in a brazen attempt to achieve sexual gratification. Listen to her breathing, hear how it catches as disgusting lascivious feelings course through her depraved young body."
Poor Alison is indeed close to cumming, and as she approaches the peak, I continue, "Girls, we'll just have to save this poor girl from her own dark lusts."
Grasping Alison's legs, I pull her a few inches towards us, making her cry out, "NOOOoooo!" in a lost voice as her literally dripping pussy leaves the edge of the bed.
Bending over, I take Rene's leg in my hand as I whisper in her ear. She grins from ear to ear when she hears my words and, giggling madly, scampers from the room. "Remember, don't let her see it," I call after the fleeing youngster.
"Where's she going?" Alison asks mock apprehensively, "What's she getting? What are you going to do to me?"
Ignoring her questions, I deliver a light swat to her dripping pussy, causing her to squeal happily and bounce her hips up and down. However, in the spirit of the game, she tells me, "You're a bad man, and my teacher says if a bad man tries to touch me down there, I should tell somebody about it."
"Really?" I ask, delivering another swat, keeping my fingers splayed so that they land either side of her swollen clit.
"Yeah," she says, barely suppressing a giggle as she continues, "Anna, he's a bad man, and he touched my private place."
"Did he?" Anna replies in mock shock, "What did he touch you with?"
"His fingers!" she says, her voice rising on the last syllable as I spank her swollen, oily, mound. "See, he did it again."
"Does he do anything else?" Anna asks, grinning.
"Uh-huh, he puts his fingers right up inside me, and he even puts his dickie in my pee hole, and sometimes he puts it in my mouth."
"Oooh, yuck!" Anna cries, "Does he wee inside you too?"
"No, he squirts yucky, gooey stuff in me."
"Gross! Does he do it in your mouth too?"
"Uh-huh. Eeek!" I land another swat on her hairless, slimy mound and drag my finger back through her crack, plunging it deep into the hot, slimy embrace of her tight young fuck hole.
"Oh, he put his finger in you," Anna squeals, "What's it feel like?"
"Great!" Alison cries, working her hips frantically on my embedded finger, "But if he doesn't put something bigger in soon, I'm gonna go fucking crazy."
Even as Alison speaks, Rene sidles back into the room with her hands behind her back, a cheesy grin of monumental proportions plastered across her face.
"What's she got?" Alison asks, beginning to struggle in earnest as she realises whatever it is bodes poorly for her. "What are you going to do to me?"
I quickly hop up onto the bed, straddling Alison's back and pinning her shoulders to the bed. I then take hold of Alison's ankles and press her heels to her buttocks, effectively immobilizing her.
As Rene moves out of her big sister's line of sight, she holds up a Zooper Dooper (a long, thin, flavored ice block), saying, "I found something even better."
"You little beauty," I say happily, the tone of my voice setting Alison to trying to bounce me off. At the same time, Anna spies the icy dagger in Rene's fist and screams.
Hearing this, Alison very nearly bucks me off, and I struggle for a few tense moments to retain control of her legs. "What is it?" she yells.
"You'll find out," Anna giggles, staring at the inch-thick shaft of raspberry ice in Rene's hand. "Can I do it?"
"No, I want to," Rene says, holding the ice block out of reach.
"I'll fucking get you for this, Rene," Alison yells threateningly.
"I changed my mind," Rene says hastily, "Here, Anna, she can't hit visitors."
Giggling, Anna takes the freezing shaft from Rene's hand and advances on the struggling little girl beneath me.
"Hang on a sec," Rene cries, scrambling up onto the bed with me and insinuating herself between my arms. Sitting in the small of her sister's back, she pushes a small hand between Alison's legs and pries her engorged and very moist pussy lips apart with her fingers. "Ok, Anna, do it."
At the first icy touch on her overheated little twat, Alison goes totally rigid and doesn't move until fully four inches of the frozen shaft is buried in her young cunt. Even then, her motions are a series of uncoordinated spastic shudders as her much-delayed orgasm rips through her. Ululating shrilly, she jounces up and down, driving more and more of the raspberry-flavored ice block into her young cunt until the end comes into contact with her cervix.
Releasing a final rising wail, Alison goes limp, breathing in great shuddering gasps. Finally, though, she realises that the icy shaft is still within her cunt, and she begins to squirm, begging us to remove it.
Giggling, Anna shakes her head, then realizing that Alison can't see her, she says, "No," as she begins to slowly pump the frozen bar in and out of Alison's hot/cold vaginal sheath.
"Get it out!" Alison yells, "It's bloody freezing, you fucking bastards."
"Uh-uh, not yet," Anna giggles.
"Make her walk back to the lounge like that," Rene adds cheerfully.
"NOooo!" Alison giggles, "My pussy's freezing solid."
"Well, you'd better get moving," I say, moving back until my cock pokes her in the eye and grabbing her wrists before she can reach back to grasp the icy shaft impaling her. While I retain control of her arms, she picks Rene's ineffectual knot loose and lowers her feet to the floor. A moment later, with my help, she stands unsteadily, Anna bending at the waist behind her, holding the Zooper Dooper in place.
"Oh, fuck, this feels sooo weird," Alison squeaks, as she takes short mincing steps towards her bedroom door. "Oooh, it's dribbling down my legs."
"Don't worry, we'll clean it up," Anna giggles, collecting a finger full of oily, red goo from Alison's upper thigh and popping it in her mouth. "Mmmm, pussyberry, my favorite."
"Lemme taste," Rene says, almost tripping her sister up as she thrusts a hand in from the front.
"Hey, wait until we get her stuffed and mounted," I laughingly chide her, "Then you can taste to your heart's content."
"How? Your bum will be in the way," she objects, avidly sucking the mixture of Raspberry cordial and her sister's pussy juice from her fingers.
"You'll see," I tell her, herding her through the loungeroom door with my toe between her bum cheeks.
The rest of us follow the giggling preschooler into the lounge and move over to the couch, where I sit down on the towel. "Now, Alison, you sit in my lap with your knees on the couch.When I lift her up, Rene, you pull the icy pole out, and Anna, you can put my cock in her pussy.
Slipping my hands under her tight little arse, I lift Alison high enough for my cock to stand free beneath her. She squeals as her baby sister takes hold of the icy pole and pulls it, much diminished, from her pussy. At the same time, Anna takes my rigid shaft in her cold hand and fits it against Alison's dripping fuck hole as I lower her back into my lap.
My cock slides into a sheath tighter than it was the first time I'd fucked it, pushing Anna's hand down the length of my shaft, until it presses against my pubic bone. Only the incredible quantity of lubricants that she has produced allow vaginal tissues tightened by the intense cold of the icy phallus to slide reluctantly down the length of my shaft, enveloping it in an incredible cool, wet embrace that has to be felt to be believed. Even when Anna takes her hand away, only a little more of my cock slips into the cold embrace of her little vagina. So shrunken is her young fuck tube that barely two-thirds of my cock enters her quivering body before I bottom out against her cervix.
"Oh shit! Your little pussy is so fucking tight," I groan.
"Mmmm, this tastes so good," Rene says, sliding the icy pole from her lips with a pop.
"Let me try," Anna cries, grabbing Rene's wrist and pulling the ice block into her mouth. "Mmmm yeah! You try it," she guides Rene's hand towards my face.
I wrap my lips around the proffered iceblock and taste a delightful mixture of raspberry ice and little girl spend. Even when I bite an inch or so off the end and crunch it up, I discover no diminution in the piquant taste and realize that the flavor of her delicious juices have suffused completely through the ice.
"Give it here. It's my pussy you stuffed it in," Alison cries, grabbing her little sister's wrist and pulling as much of the frozen ice block into her mouth as possible. "Mmmm, I do taste good, don't I?" she says, briefly releasing the ice from her lips.
She then bites a chunk off the end and levers herself slowly upwards, groaning as her little pussy reluctantly allows my cock to slide from its tight embrace. "Ohhh fuck!" she moans, echoing me, "It feels like it's pulling my guts out."
"Well, it feels like you're going to rip my cock off. Great, isn't it?" I reply.
"Oh yeah!" she sighs, slowly sinking back onto my rock-hard pole, stopping as the head of my cock kisses her cervix. "Oh, sooo fucking good." She rises again, stopping with only my glans still buried in her little box. "Play with my tits."
Taking my hands from beneath her, I slide them up over her hips and the soft, smooth skin of her flanks, the hard ridges of her ribs and onto the firm, just-swelling mounds of her tiny breasts. Gently, I take the half-erect little nubbins between my fingers and roll them back and forth, feeling the skin tighten and crinkle until they are fully engorged.
Suddenly, without warning, she drops back down on my cock, allowing almost all of her full weight to fall on it as her cervix slams down on the crown. For a moment, it feels like my cock is about to snap in two, then I feel an impossibly tight elastic ring open up and roll over the tip of my cock, sliding down to grip me painfully just below the flare of my glans.
For a moment, she goes totally rigid in my arms, then lets out an agonized yelp and collapses back against my chest, sobbing loudly with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks. Her pain hits me like a slap in the face, and I try to lift her off me, but her little pussy has spasmed tight around my shaft and her cries force me to stop and lower her back to my lap. And even though her pain has chased any feelings of desire and lust from me, her vaginal entrance is locked so tightly about the base of my shaft that there is no way for the blood to escape.
Anna & Rene drop what's left of the iceblock on hearing Alison's heart-rending cry, and begin clamoring, asking what's wrong. "Shush!" I say, "Get up here and cuddle her with me."
As Anna clambers up beside me, Rene retrieves the iceblock and a moment later her arms join mine and Anna's about Alison, soothing her hurt. Slowly her sobs diminish, and her body relaxes as the three of us pour our love into her.
Finally, she draws a shuddering breath and tilts her head back to look up at me and ask, "How come it hurt so much? It didn't when you put all of it in before."
I kiss her cold-sweat beaded brow and say, "That ice made your pussy shrink, and when you sat down like that, you forced my cock up into your womb."
"But Rene does that with Mama's plastic dicks, and it doesn't hurt her," Alison objects.
"Rene doesn't try to put them in with a hammer," I say with a smile.
Alison giggles at the image of her little sister hammering one of her mother's vibrators into her tiny little snatch, then as her laughter causes her insides to move, she lets out a little yip of pain. This, in turn, makes her laugh sheepishly, bringing on another yelp.
"Easy," I murmur, kissing her ear. "Wait a bit more until you feel better."
She squirms away from my breath in her ear, gasping as her pussy tugs on my cock. "Oh, that didn't hurt as much." Experimentally, she begins moving her hips slowly and carefully, her breath occasionally catching as my cock tugs on her bruised cervix. A little while later, she slides a hand down to her pussy crack and begins to gently massage her clitoris, the movements of her hips becoming a little stronger as her body heats up again.
"Oh, that's not too bad!" she says, and tries to lift upwards, falling back with a gasp as my cock tugs on her uterus. "Ouch! Not too good either. Greg, will you play with my titties some more, and can you two lick my pussy?"
By way of answer, Anna and Rene each kiss Alison on her cheeks and lift my hands to Alison's breasts as they slide to the floor in front of us. Giggling, they lick their way up the insides of Alison's thighs, collecting the sticky mixture of raspberry flavoring and pussy juice on their tongues.
My fingers brush over her tiny nipples like butterfly wings, barely touching them as I tease them to arousal. Then, once her little nipples stand out stiffly atop the twin pink-brown domes of her growing breasts, I lift my fingers to her lips. She slowly draws my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling sensuously around them as she sucks like a baby on a tit.
As I pull the saliva-slicked fingers of one hand from her lips, she turns her head to the other, her cheeks hollowing as she pulls the fingers into her warm, wet mouth. Trailing my fingers down over her chest, I trace small circles around her nipple for a few seconds before closing my thumb and forefinger on the hard little nub and gently squeeze it.
She groans as fresh sensations of arousal course through her body and pushes her hips upwards towards Anna's and Rene's approaching tongues, gasping as the injudicious move tugs on the neck of her womb. A moment later, she giggles as their heads bump into her belly. "They can't reach my pussy," she says. "Move forwards, Greg."
I carefully ease my hips towards the edge of the couch. Alison grunts and squeaks as my movements stir up her insides, but she urges me on until my legs are fully clear of the couch and I am slumped back with her lying on my chest. As Anna plunges her tongue into the splayed gap between her legs, Alison's hands close over mine, increasing the force with which my fingers grasp and tug on her engorged nipples.
As I play with Alison's sensitive little breasts, I feel two lively little tongues at work on the junction of our bodies, flickering maddeningly over my balls and the base of my shaft one moment and, seconds later, my ears follow their progress in Alison's squeaks and gasps. The silken sheath surrounding my impaling member rapidly warms under the combined influence of my fingers on her nipples and two tiny tongues on her clit, and it is not long before she starts slowly grinding her hips in a small circle, occasionally grunting as her uterus tugs on my cock.
In only a few minutes, her hands tighten convulsively on mine, pinching her nipples with more force than I'd dare subject them to. A moment later, she pulls them away from her chest, until her spit-slicked nipples slip from between my fingers like watermelon seeds. Her cervix tugs almost painfully on my deeply embedded cock as her gyrating movements become wilder under the influence of an approaching orgasm.
Moaning almost continuously now, she slams my hands back to her chest, and I close my fingertips on her swollen nipples, pinching them harder and harder under the shrill goad of her voice. I pull on them almost viciously, stretching her developing tit flesh more than an inch, only to be told in a voice that is almost a snarl, "Pull on my fucking tits, you bastard."
Lashed by her voice, my hands jerk outwards further, actually lifting her from my chest before her nipples slip from my grasp and she falls back against me. "Do it again," she snarls, her hands on the back of Anna's head as she humps her hips up into the little eight-year-old's face, only to be pulled back into my lap by the rigid shaft of man-flesh spearing her uterus.
As my fingers close on her nipples, twisting and squeezing the swollen, rock-hard fleshy nodules, a guttural scream escapes her lips, and her hips fly upwards with sufficient force to finally pull herself free of my cock. The sensation of her cervix pulling over my glans is a strange mixture of incredible pleasure and incredible pain, causing my voice to blend with hers as I let out a similar scream three octaves deeper.
Now free of the barbed spear that had kept her locked tight against my body, she pounds her spasming cunt up and down the full length of my shaft, grunts punctuating her orgasmic howls as the tip pounds against and halfway penetrates her bruised cervix.Around my rampant member, the slick, fiery walls of her vagina ripple from bottom to top, exquisitely massaging my cock with incredible force.
Only my earlier concern for her, and the lingering pain in my cock, keeps me from decorating her womb with my great greasy gouts of semen. Even so, I am still close to my own climax, and as Alison's subsides, I stand and, with her limp body still impaled on my rock-hard prick, I carry her over to the mattress. Kneeling, I hold her against me with one arm as I gather all of the pillows together into a pile. I carefully lower her onto her stomach, draped over the pile, and begin my own glory strokes, pounding away into her quickly recovering body as Anna and Rene look on with awe tinged with a little fear.
"Harder!" Alison's muffled cry goads me as my balls slap wetly against her moist, oily cunt lips. "Fuck me harder. Squirt your stuff in my pussy."
"You know what <grunt> happens to <grunt> little girls <grunt> who let bad men <grunt> fill their little <grunt> pussies with their <grunt> nasty gooey sperm?" I ask, my words coming in staccato grunts as my belly slaps against her tiny upturned arse. "They get pregnant. <grunt> Their cute little tummies <grunt> start to swell as <grunt> a baby grows, inside <grunt> her belly. <grunt> Do you want that? <grunt> Do you want me to <grunt> fuck a baby into you? <grunt> Do you want to feel <grunt> my baby wriggle <grunt> and kick inside you?"
As I speak, Alison takes her weight on her hands and knees and drives herself back against my pounding thrusts. "Do it Daddy!" she yelps, "Make a baby in me. <squeak> Squirt me full of the <squeak> nasty stu-uh-ff that makes babies. <squeak> Make a little girl slu-uh-t in me so I can <squeak> show her how to suck her dad-uh-dy's big nasty cock <oh fuck> and I'll <squeak> make her <squeak> lick your <squeak> stuff out <squeak> of my pussy <squeak> and <squeak> when she's <squeak> old en-uh-ough I'll <squeak> hold her <squeak> legs op-uh-en so <squeak> you can fu-uh-ck her tiny <squeak> little cunt <squeak> hole and ma-uh-ke a baby <squeak> in her too."
My mind goes blank on hearing her depraved words, and I have no idea how she manages to hold a train of thought, let alone continue to speak as I become nothing more than a rutting animal. Seizing her slim hips in a vice-like grip, I throw my cock into her receptive little body with jackhammer thrusts, stirring the juices leaking from her hot little hairless snatch to a bubbling froth that bespatters my thighs and lower belly. No longer capable of coherent thought, I jam my aching prick into the hot wet clasp of her velvety fuck tube over and over again, driving towards an explosive release.
Suddenly Alison's head snaps back, and from her lips there emerges a choked howl, totally devoid of intelligence, and the muscular walls of her young cunt seize my buried shaft in a rippling, vice-like grip. Bereft of sanity, my voice joins hers as my aching balls empty themselves in wave after fiery wave of agonized release. Like molten lead, my semen traverses the length of my cock, splashing against the neck of her juvenile womb. Still desperately hunching against her upturned arse, I feel my seed leak from her overfilled little snatch, joining the bubbling mess that coats our loins.
Long after my balls empty, her overstimulated young twat continues to spasm about my shaft, prolonging my orgasm, triggering one exquisitely agonizing dry heave after another in my aching loins. Finally, though, her little pussy relaxes, and a wave of exhaustion sweeps over me. Collapsing forwards, I barely get my arms under me as I topple on top of her, covering her slim body with my own, slowly hunching my hips back and forth, pushing my rapidly deflating cock in and out of her now slack vaginal sheath.
As she begins to struggle under my weight, I find the strength to roll onto my back, taking her with me, my cock finally slipping free of her pre-teen twat, to release our combined spends and coat my lower belly and crotch with a hot sticky mixture of lubricants, sweat, semen, and feminine ejaculate.
"That was awesome," Rene breathes from somewhere beside my head.
I allow my head to fall to the side and, forcing my eyes open, I manage to focus on the little girl kneeling beside me. The flecks of foam bespeckling her tiny torso bear mute witness to the ferocity of mine and Alison's lovemaking, and as I silently watch, she collects a sticky handful of cum from our groins and transfers it to her mouth, smacking her lips in obvious enjoyment.
On the other side, Anna looks on, her face filled with a mixture of hunger, lust, and a little fear. Then, seeing that we are licking our lips in an attempt to moisten our mouths, she gets the bottle of lemonade and, supporting first Alison's and then my head, she carefully dribbles a sweet refreshing draught between our lips.
Then, as we thank her, she sets the bottle aside and disappears from my sight. A moment later, Alison squirms atop me, and I realize that Anna has gone directly to the source. A moment later, I feel the lower portion of Alison's body slide off me, and Rene's tiny tongue is at work on my groin. Unlike her more fastidious sister, she has no qualms about my pubic hair, and as she sucks the tasty mixture of love juices from my groin, I feel a few painful tugs as one occasionally gets caught between her teeth.
Finally, though, I have to protest as she moves onto the treat she has saved for last. Drawing my shrunken member between her lips, she sucks vigorously, making me cry out, "Take it easy, it hurts right now."
Rather than release me, she slows her sucking and nurses gently on my flaccid little prick, soothing it with soft caresses of her tiny tongue. But even that is too much for me, and with great reluctance, I pull her away and guide her lips to mine, tasting the exquisite bittersweet flavor of our lovemaking. A minute or so later, even Anna's gentle tonguing becomes too much for Alison, and she pulls her away to taste herself on the lips of her young friend.
"Will Alison really have a baby?" Rene asks, pulling away from my lips to look into my eyes.
"No," I answer, "remember, I told Anna she was still too young."
"Oh!" Rene looks disappointed. "Well, how come you said you were?"
"Because it can be fun to pretend you are," I answer. "Which reminds me, Alison, just where did you learn to talk like that anyway?"
"From Jenny," she giggles. "She showed me this program on her daddy's computer where you can read all these neat stories about people fucking and things. Her daddy's got hundreds of stories about fucking little girls, and there's stacks of these really cool ones about little girls having their daddies' and brother's babies."
"I think I know which ones," I say. "That sly old bugger, I never knew Tony felt like that. So that's why you called me Daddy."
"Uh-huh," Alison giggles, "made you horny, didn't it?"
"Like a three-peckered billy goat," I reply.
"What's that?" Rene asks.
"A goat with three dicks," I tell her, making her giggle.
"Are you going to fuck me like that?" Anna asks, her tone both hopeful and afraid.
"No," I reply, cuddling her against me and Alison. "If I tried that with you, I'd split you in half. Your pussy has to be stretched a bit first."
"Oh," (she was indeed hoping I would) "will you do it when I'm bigger?"
"If you want me to," I say, tightening my arm.
"Good," she says, her voice brightening, "it looked like Alison really liked being fucked like that."
"Oh, I did!" Alison exclaims fervently. "It was like sooo awesome, I can't wait to do it again."
"Well, you can wait," Anna cries, taking my cock in a proprietary grip. "He's going to fuck me now."
"No, he's not," I mock groan. "I need a rest."
"Can we go in the spa again?" Rene asks.
"Ok," I say, struggling upright, "Bring the drink."Anna's eyes follow the progress of the bong from my hands to Alison's, not blinking as Alison presses her lips to the opening at the neck of the bong. She flinches a little at the rasp of the spark-wheel and holds her breath as Alison drags the sweet-smelling smoke into her lungs. A few moments later, Alison lets the smoke trickle from her nostrils as she hands the bong back to me. The slight sound of the bong touching the deck beside the spa makes Anna jump, and she finally releases her breath with an explosive rush.
"Hey, I'm supposed to do that," Alison giggles.
"What's it like?" Anna asks.
"Real neat," Alison replies. "It makes everything feel all tingly and dreamy at the same time."
As I pack and smoke the next bong, Alison pulls Anna's ear to her lips, and I wonder what sort of mischief they are planning to commit against me. With my mind fuzzed by the intoxicating smoke, I think nothing of Alison's naughty giggle as I hand her the bong and lighter. A moment later, I take the bong back from her and turn to set it aside.
When I turn back, I find her with her lips pressed to Anna's, pushing the sweet mind-numbing smoke from her lungs into Anna's. Before I can separate them, Anna chokes and pulls back coughing as the last of the smoke trickles from Alison's mouth.
Grabbing the lemonade, which Rene is already holding out, I hold Anna in my arm and wait for the first hacking spasms to subside, then help her take a sip from the bottle. She coughs a couple more times and turns an accusatory glance on Alison.
"Sorry," she says contritely, "I forgot that happens the first couple of times."
"Well, it shouldn't have happened the first time," I say angrily. "Just what do you think you were playing at?"
"Don't blame her," Anna cries. "It was my fault. I asked if I could have some, and she said you probably wouldn't let me, but she said she could breathe it into me."
"That doesn't make it any better," I say. "She still knew that she was doing wrong. And you aren't any better."
"Sorry," they murmur together in small contrite voices.
"Well, it's done now," I say, relenting somewhat. "So, do you like it?"
"Well, I feel really funny, it's nice, but I don't know if I want to do it again, it really hurt when I coughed," she replies.
"You get used to it," I say. "And it hurt like it did because you coughed up the smoke. Next time, try to keep from coughing until you breathe the smoke out. And now that I've given you that piece of advice, your next time shouldn't be until you are at least sixteen."
"But Alison's not sixteen," she objects.
"Alison's mum says she can," I tell her, "if your mum says you can, I might change my mind."
"How come your mum lets you?" Anna asks Alison curiously.
"She can tell you later," I say, "it's a long story."
I quickly finish off the last two pipes in the bowl and put it and the bong out of harm's way. Then, after taking a drink of lemonade and passing the bottle around, I lift Anna across to my other side and pull Rene into my lap. Alison and Anna snuggle up to my sides, and I pull them in close in a warm, loving hug.
For the next few minutes, we silently embrace, sharing our love for each other, until Rene decides that it has gone on long enough and digs her fingers into Alison's ribs. With an outraged squeal, Alison retaliates, and a moment later, I find myself at the bottom of a shrieking, giggling, laughing pile of little girls.
Sliding from underneath, I retreat to the other side of the tub and look on at the indiscriminate free-for-all that has erupted in the middle of the spa. They continue for a few minutes, alternately dunking each other in the roiling water, then, as if of one mind, they abruptly stop and turn to face me.
"Uh-oh," I cringe, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms about them.
Their faces twisted into hilarious grimaces as they fight to keep from giggling, they advance resolutely on me, and with Anna and Alison seizing my arms and Rene my legs, they jerk me from the seat and into the middle of the tub. I let the water close over my head, then uncoil explosively, roaring as I burst from the water and seize the first little girl that I see.
Anna shrieks happily as I grasp her about the waist and raise her high above my head, then bring her down so that she is sitting on my upturned face. Curling my tongue beneath her, I touch the tip to her puckered anus and slowly lower her, my tongue rasping over the soft, sensitive flesh between her tight pussy lips until her hardening clitoris presses into my upper lip. Withdrawing my tongue, I close my lips about the sensitive little shaft and gently nurse upon it, feeling it continue to swell and harden in my mouth.
Keeping my lips over my teeth, I bite down on the inch-long shaft and lift her away from me, stretching her clitoris until it is nearly two inches long. She lets out a happy little shriek as it slips from my grasp and snaps back between her slightly swollen labia, and she pushes her hips back towards my mouth. Taking hold of her clitoris with my lips, I gently nip the tip and lower her back into the water. She petulantly thumps me in the arm as I release her and turn to where Alison and Rene are tussling to be next.
Alison pouts as I pick Rene and raise her pussy to my lips, pressing the tip of my stiffened tongue against her tiny vaginal opening, wriggling it as the tiny hole slowly dilates and allows me to taste the sweet, soft flesh within. As I slide my tongue in and out of the tight, clasping sheath, Rene begins to wriggle in my grasp, hunching her soft, little mound against my nose, as a delightful sweet moistness seeps around my intruding tongue, nourishing me with her ambrosial nectar. She groans with disappointment as I withdraw my tongue from her little slot, then she pulls her legs up, presenting me with her parted pussy lips as I put my lips to her tiny clitoris and suck hard.
Although tiny, I manage to get a grip on her clitoris with my lip-cushioned teeth, and she moans as I lift her away from me and pull the sensitive little nubbin of flesh away from her body. Squeaking happily, she pushes her hips back at me, and I nuzzle at the little slot between her legs once again, searching for her clitoris with my mouth. I nip the shiny little pearl gently between my teeth and lower her back to the water, collecting another thump as I reach for an eagerly waiting Alison.
As I lift her, she raises her legs and locks them about my neck, trapping my head against her sweet pussy. I briefly tongue her hairless slit, until the chlorine taste of the water is replaced by the sweet flavor of her juvenile secretions, then drive my tongue deep into her vagina, tasting a lingering remnant of my earlier spend mixed with fresh juices seeping from the walls of her cunt.
I lave the soft ridged flesh within the confines of her tight young pussy for a while, then begin my search for her clitoris, pursing my lips and drawing the hard little bundle of nerves against my tongue. I teasingly flick the tip of my tongue back and forth for a few seconds, then tighten my lips and teeth on it and pull. She squeals as it snaps back, and she tightens her legs, pulling herself tight against my lips and grinds her pelvis in tight circles, roughly stimulating her sweet vulva against my beard.
A moment later, she yelps as I fasten my teeth about her clitoris and gently gnaw for a few seconds. But when I try to lift her from my shoulders, she tightens her legs about my neck, refusing to release me. 'Like that, huh?' I think, and push her over backwards so that she is hanging upside down from my shoulders, her hair trailing in the water.
Curling her back to look up at me, she giggles, "Can't get rid of me."
"Oh, yeah," I bend my knees and lower her into the water.
As soon as her nose disappears beneath the surface, her legs unlock from about my neck, and she falls into the water, coming up a moment later, snorting violently. "Water went up my nose, you ba- uh, bad man," she accuses between snorts.
Rene giggles at her sister's outrage and is immediately set upon by Alison, who starts tickling her unmercifully. Shrieking and squirming violently, she tries to escape her sister to no avail. For a moment, it looks like Anna is going to go to her rescue, but the only aid she offers is to support her head, keeping it above the surface as Alison attacks her little sister's ribs and belly.
Finally, she shrieks, "STOP! I'm gonna piddle."
Alison gives her little sister one last dig before releasing her and backing away, but that final assault is too much for the little girl, and she lets out a mortified yelp as a pink bloom appears in the water between her legs. Pressing her fingers against her mound, she turns her head to me and gives me a beseeching look, "Help, I've gotta go now!"
Taking hold of her, I lift her to my hip and step from the water, leaving a dripping trail, I carry her into the house. "Hurry up, you two," I call, figuring the elder girls would want to join in again.
"Don't wait for us," Alison calls. "We've got something else to do."
"We do?" Anna says in surprised tones.
"Yeah..." Alison's voice trails off as the kitchen door closes behind us.
"All the more for me, huh?" I say, looking down at Rene. She giggles in response, and I feel a warm, wet pulse against my flank.
"Oops, I wasted some," she says, suppressing a giggle. "Hurry up."
I finish the trip with three long strides, stepping into the shower cubicle and lifting her to stand on my shoulders as soon as we pass under the curtain rail. Even as she settles her feet, a pale golden stream dribbles from between her labia and splashes from my chin. Grasping the shower hose at the point where it emerges from the wall to steady herself, she maneuvers her hips, aiming the golden stream into my wide-open mouth.
I avidly gulp the sweet offering down, some of it unavoidably trickling over my cheeks and down my front as I close my mouth to swallow. "Save some for me.""she reminds me, as the flow slows to a trickle, and then finishes with a couple of uncoordinated squirts that splash across my cheeks.
Holding the last of her pee in my mouth, I carefully lower her until she can wrap her legs around my waist and pull my head down to her lips. Opening my mouth over hers, I let my mouthful of urine trickle over her tongue and fill her little mouth, allowing the excess to dribble over her chin and down between us. A moment later, I see bubbles rise to the surface as she briefly gargles with her own piss, then gulps it down with a big smile. After quickly sluicing our bodies down with the shower, we quickly dry off and go to see what the other two are up to.
Chapter 27 - Other Lovers.
As we walk down the hall, the first thing I notice is that the lights in the lounge have been dimmed. As soon as I enter the room, I see Anna sitting on the couch, fully dressed, pretending to watch television. Alison has taken great care to get everything 'just right'. Anna is sitting with one foot tucked under her thigh, and the skirt of her dress has been arranged so that I can see a tiny patch of white at the juncture of her thighs. The mattress, which has dominated the center of the room, has been pushed to one end of the room and is now made up properly.
Stunned, I stop dead in my tracks, and Rene, who has not yet seen the scene set by her sister, runs into me. A stifled giggle from off to the side causes me to look towards the source of the sound, and Alison, still naked as the day she was born, asks, "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" I return, sweeping her up into my arms and delivering a crushing hug. "You bet I like it."
"Well, put me down and go unwrap your present," she says, then pulls my head down so she can whisper in my ear, "But you'd better put some clothes on and go and brush your teeth first, and I think you should seduce her. Is that the right word?"
"Exactly right," I say, delivering a resounding kiss.
"Hey, save it for Anna," she giggles, squirming out of my arms and pulling Rene aside for a whispered consultation.
Five minutes later, decently dressed, teeth brushed, and smelling of a cologne that CJ keeps in the bathroom, I return to the lounge. Alison and Rene are squeezed together into one of the armchairs from where they can watch without being in the way.
Suddenly, I feel like a schoolboy on his first date, unsure of what to do and say. Although I have had more than a few child lovers, I had never seduced any of them, even in pretence. Always before, I had seen signs that the girl was sexually curious of her own accord, before beginning the trip down the road towards mutual sexual fulfillment.
Even little Sandy had wordlessly invited my attentions, beginning with a time some seven months earlier, when she, because of a breakdown on an unseasonably hot day and no nappy to replace her wet one, had contracted a nasty nappy rash. Left to care for her the following day, I applied a soothing cream, as her mother had directed me to do if she seemed in any distress. She fell asleep as I was applying the ointment, so rather than disturb her, I left her to sleep without a nappy.
An hour or so later, she woke crying, and as soon as I entered the room, she parted her legs, inviting another application of salve. This time, I noticed that she seemed to be deriving pleasure beyond simple relief from pain, but I thought little of it at the time. However, over the course of the day, it became apparent that she was enjoying the tactile contact with her tiny mound, her podgy little fingers taking over from mine when I'd finished applying the cream.
I took the matter no further that day, but a few weeks later, she was left in my care whilst she was cutting a tooth, and when changing her, I noticed that she quieted while I was cleaning her. Again, I left it at that, but some time later, she was still in considerable distress from the tooth, even after the application of an anaesthetic gel. Thinking that another reason might have been the cause of her distress, I insinuated a finger into her nappy to check for dampness.
The response was both immediate and dramatic, her whimpering cries choked off and her expression smoothed. Opening her nappy, I began a gentle massage of her infant mound, and for the first time since the tooth had begun to trouble her, she was quiet, and an expression of deep contentment suffused her tiny features. However, when I stopped the massage, she again began to whimper, and perforce I returned to caressing her tiny vulva until she finally dropped off to sleep.
When she awoke four hours later to the sound of car doors slamming as her parents returned home, the tooth had broken through, and thoroughly rested, she was a completely different person to the miserable little tyke that her Danny and Angela had left with me that morning.
Over the next few weeks, I'd briefly soothe her in the guise of a nappy change if she seemed to be too fractious, and I noticed that her mother had unconsciously begun to do the same, she too noticing that a gentle rub over her daughter's mound would settle her during a nappy change. Then another tooth threatened to put in an appearance, and nothing that Angela could do would soothe the poor little mite. Either not realizing, or not willing to go beyond a quick caress of Sandy's pubis, Angela could get no more than a few seconds of peace.
I knew what would work, so I offered to take Sandy home with me for a few hours so that Angela could get some sleep. Grateful for the respite, she readily agreed, and only minutes later, I had Sandy cooing with delight as I massaged olive oil into her baby pussy. But this time, there was a difference - instead of becoming drowsy, she seemed to become more and more excited.
Suddenly, I remembered a magazine article I read about girls as young as only a few weeks old being able to experience an orgasm. Parting her tiny labia for the first time, I noticed her clitoris was hard and erect, and I applied an oil-covered finger directly to the tiny little pearl. This heightened her excitement quite a bit, but she still seemed to be straining for something that was just out of reach. I'd moved in close to inspect the tiny, perfect little vulva, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to cover those last few inches and apply my tongue to her glistening little pussy.
Within seconds, I knew that I'd made the right decision as her tiny body gently convulsed under the influence of her very first climax. She rewarded my efforts by soaking my beard with pee, and by the time I had finished cleaning her up and pinned her into a fresh nappy, she was fast asleep, a contented look replacing the grimace that had distorted her features for the past two days.
Six hours later, I returned her, complete with THREE brand new teeth, to her grateful and much-rested mother. From there, it became customary for me to masturbate my tiny neighbor to orgasm every few days. In that whole time, my primary concern had been for her pleasure, and although it aroused me greatly to give her that pleasure, not once had I used her to bring about my own release. While she had the ability to communicate her wants to me, there was no way for me to ask her if she was willing to take care of mine.
With older girls, too, the first cues have usually been nonverbal, and always I have allowed them to set the pace and the degree of involvement. In the case of two sisters, it never went beyond a fairly innocent session of show and tell.
One of them had accidentally barged in on me whilst I was in the toilet. She had been considerably embarrassed by the incident, and it had taken me quite some time to calm her down and let her know that I wasn't mad that she'd seen my 'pee-pee' as she called it. A little later, I noticed her in a huddle with her sister, both of them giving me significant glances punctuated by embarrassed giggles.
Two days later, I was in the same position when I heard muffled giggles from outside the toilet door, and a moment later, both girls burst in, their faces red with embarrassment as they stared at my penis. I let them look for a few seconds as I finished my business, then calmly put it away. Looking at each other, they seemed to come to a decision, and as I stepped away from the bowl, the eldest girl pulled her shorts and knickers down and, with a crimson face, sat down and proceeded to pee before I could leave.
As I turned away, her sister blocked the doorway, letting me know that this little show was for my benefit, so I turned back to watch. As my eyes locked on the little slit between her legs, she kicked her pants off and spread her legs further apart, giving me a better view of her hairless labia and the little strip of pink flesh between them. The golden jet arching from her sweet young mound continued for a few more seconds, then after wiping herself dry, she made way for her little sister, leaving her shorts and knickers in a pile on the floor.
The younger girl had been wearing a dress, and in order to give me an unobstructed view, she had elected to discard it completely. Totally naked, she sat down in front of me and, with her legs spread to their greatest extent, she proceeded to urinate as if my presence was the most natural thing in the world.
Only once she has wiped herself dry do they speak for the first time, the eldest asking me to tell them why we are different, and her little sister asking if they can have a better look at my 'pee-pee'. I scolded them gently about doing that sort of thing with strangers, and they replied that I was special and they knew I wouldn't hurt them. When I said that wasn't a very good reason, they simply insisted that they 'just knew' that I was safe.After explaining the reasons why I shouldn't and giving them a number of opportunities to leave things as they were, they convinced me they really wanted to do this, and we went into their bedroom where they proceeded to help me out of my clothes as I began to tell them about boys and girls. Being eight and nine years old, I figured they were old enough for a fairly complete description of the facts of life.
As I spoke, we used each other as models to learn about the different parts of our bodies, and what places felt good to touch. They were fascinated by the way my cock got stiff when they touched it but did not seem to be interested in watching me ejaculate. Then, having decided that they had seen everything they wanted to, we got dressed and they returned to their coloring and I to my book.
That evening, as I checked to see if they were asleep, the youngest girl told me that I was right and she and her sister thought orgasms were the best thing ever. She gave me a big 'thank you' kiss and a few minutes later joined her sister in the land of nod.
I continued to babysit them on other occasions, but that was the first and only time we touched each other, though whenever we were alone together, it was quite common, but not the rule, for one of us to be peeing while the other's looked on waiting their turn, or simply continuing a conversation.
Of all my young lovers, Jenny was probably the most forward. I'd answered an ad in the newspaper for a math and science tutor. The first couple of times I'd tutored her, I did it in their home, but it quickly became apparent that her younger brother, who had a major personality disorder and was subject to bouts of prolonged screaming, was too much of a disruption for me to do my job properly, so the sessions were moved to my home.
Some three months later, her father's job took him to Japan for a week, and in order to present the right image, he was asked to take his wife with him. They were able to make alternative arrangements for her brother, leaving him with his grandparents, but this would have made it impossible for Jenny to attend school, so they asked me if I would look after her for the week and provide some intensive tutoring at the same time. As my house was actually closer to her school than her own, it was decided that she would stay with me.
Over that week, we explored just about every sexual variation a man and a ten-year-old child could accomplish; masturbation, sucking and fucking; anal sex; water sports; bondage; dominance and submission, with both of us taking the role of top; even a little mild pain. We took every step with our eyes wide open and we enjoyed every single minute. Jenny led and I followed; she took me to places I'd heard of but never visited. I was her instructor and she was my guide.
[If you want to learn more of my adventures with Jenny, read my story 'Babysitter - Jenny'.] | null | Chapter 1 - Shanghaied | Collections/stm/stories_with_parts_i_hate/Clayton_-_Claytons_Children-The_Babysitter.txt |
1,619 | Pedro Vila | Third Grade Guest Speaker | "Okay, class. We have a guest speaker today from the PMA. That's the Pediatrics Medical Association. He's here to talk to you about safety. I want you all to pay close attention to what he says, that means you too, Gerrold!
"This is very important! He's going to talk to you all about what to do if a stranger tries to grab you. Do everything he tells you. It could save your life!"
A short, balding man with glasses and a white lab coat steps up and introduces himself. "Thank you, Miss Nelson. Hello, children."
A chorus of hellos.
"My name is Dr. Wiener." Some chuckles. Miss Nelson gives them a stern look, and they sit up straight.
"Thank you, Miss Nelson, but I'll be fine. I do this quite a lot.
"Now, children, what I want to talk with you today about is very serious and very grown-up. So I need you all to be very strong today.
"We are going to talk about adults and bad touching. I'm sure some of you have already been told what to do if a stranger approaches you to do something you're not supposed to, right? Let's see a show of hands.
"Okay, that's some of you. I want you to pay attention anyway because I'm going to go into more detail. First of all, we are going to talk about what is inappropriate touching. Does anybody know what I mean by inappropriate touching?
"Yes? The pretty blonde in the blue sundress? What is your name first? Stephany? Okay, what can you tell me."Wiener jumps out the window and is chased by the janitor.
"I don't think he was a real doctor," Miss Nelson said.
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1,647 | Jack Valentine | Jamie's Worth | "When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde
Prologue
The waiting was the hard part, but I was used to it and Lonnie was a good girl. Smart and pretty, small all over just the way I like it and best of all, right on time. Just like me, Lonnie always kept her promises.
"Hi!" she slipped into the backseat of my Volvo without warning, wanting to surprise me.
"Oh! Hey!" I gave her a theatrical look that made her laugh happily and my cock was already growing stiff with anticipation.
"I have to hurry," Lonnie said. "Keri and Denise think I went to the bathroom."
"They do, huh?" I was smiling at her. "Come here then. Jesus, you're so beautiful today."
"Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip playfully. "Do you still love me?"
"Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the small girl climb onto my lap. This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill today?"
"Uh-Huh," she smiled, showing off her braces and the dimples in her cheeks. "I take one every day, just like you said."
"Good girl," I held the fourteen-year-old in my arms and she was only barely that; Lonnie's birthday had been just a few weeks before.
"We're gonna have a baby someday, right?" Lonnie had her thin arms around my neck, pulling herself close enough that her flat chest rubbed against mine.
"Yeah, Lonnie," I let my hands slide down her back, across the cotton blouse she wore to find her skirt, loose and spread over our knees. "I love you so much; we'll have a lot of babies someday."
"I love you too," she sighed and brought her mouth to mine.
Lonnie was quickly pushing her small pink tongue into my mouth. I'd seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy, and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and fucking was fun, it was all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking.
"Where's your panties?" I grinned at her a moment later, breaking our long kiss and Lonnie giggled with mischief.
"In my purse; I took them off for you," she told me and I'd already figured that out. My hands were under her dress, playing with her bare ass. Lonnie was so small and her round cheeks filled my hands perfectly.
"Bad girl!" I kissed her quickly on the lips and my cock ached painfully to be inside her.
"Bad boy!" Lonnie countered and she was pushing herself down, finding the bulge in my trousers with her bare sex and getting me a little wet as well. Lonnie always got juicy when we made out.
A seventh-grade nymph and her math teacher, weren't we a pair. It took a minute of fumbling while we kissed and smiled into each other's eyes, but soon enough Lonnie had my erection free. My cock isn't overly large, but it's the perfect size for fucking horny little girls like Lonnie, believe me. Taking her virginity had hurt the girl at first, but not too much and I'd been so careful, so loving with her. It was the reason she always came back for more. Little Lonnie really loved to ride my cock and the hard part was not giving in to her frequent flirtations at school. She could keep our secret, I had little doubt of that, but I'd have to talk to her again about behaving herself in the classroom.
"Take it slow, Lonnie," I whispered, holding the girl lightly by the hips and just admiring the way she was determined to make love to me.
"Yeah," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly as the head of my cock found her sweet little sex, plump and pretty without a hair on it yet.
Lonnie was tight too, wonderfully small inside and not very deep at all. Little girls stretch though and tight little pussies like hers were made for hard cocks like mine. I wanted to grab her tightly and pull the little girl down hard, give her a good quick thrust and drive myself inside her fiery sex all at once. Lonnie was hot inside and wet; her juices were running down the shaft of my prick as I entered her slowly, the girl sliding down my prick inch by inch, letting her pussy get used to me all over again. I was stretching her, the muscles in her cunt giving way slowly, gripping my cock with small spasms that made Lonnie's whole body shiver.
Jesus, that girl was sexy and such a great fuck! She was the one doing the work, working herself up and down, taking a little more of me every time until I couldn't help myself. I brought my left hand to her head, digging my fingers in her curly brown hair and kissing her deeply. I pushed my tongue into her tiny mouth, making Lonnie moan and wriggle her tongue against mine. My other arm went around her thin waist, holding the girl tight and pulling her down as my ass came off the seat.
Lonnie gave a muffled gasp and stiffened as the head of my cock drove the last few inches all at once, finding the very bottom of her sex with a jolt that we both felt distinctly. Lonnie shuddered then, quivering in my arms and I felt the wetness of her tears on my cheeks as we kissed. She wasn't crying because I hurt her though, I hadn't... Lonnie was just cumming.
We fucked quickly after that, kissing and whispering breathless words of love while she wiggled her ass and rolled her narrow hips. I held her all the while, keeping the little girl tight against me, impaled on my cock as it moved just a few inches in and out of her. Short, quick strokes and that was all we needed. Lonnie came again, just at the end, and feeling her pussy spasm brought the sperm shooting out of my balls. I flooded my fourteen-year-old lover with my cum, spraying it right up against her barely mature cervix. It was a good fuck, even if it had lasted only five minutes probably. Maybe seven, but making love to girls like Lonnie was like that. It was always over much too quickly.
"I love you, Mr. Valentine," Lonnie sighed, content to rest her cheek against my chest while my cock remained stiff and swollen inside her. She was breathing hard and her face wet with tears of joy; the most beautiful little girl in the world just then.
"I love you too, Lonnie," I told her and that wasn't a lie. I just wished she didn't have to grow up.
Chapter 1
"I saw what you were doing," Jamie told me, just standing there like he was asking a question about his algebra homework. School was finished for the morning and he should have been on his way to the cafeteria for lunch.
"What?" I smiled at the boy uncertainly, but I had a knot in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat, several of them.
"You and Lonnie," he said softly and we were alone now, the other seventh-graders gone to lunch. "I saw you."
"Saw what, Jamie?" I asked, trying to smile innocently, but I knew what he was going to say.
"You were kissing her," the thirteen-year-old said and he looked as frightened as I was, to tell the truth. His blue eyes were avoiding mine and he clutched his books to his chest protectively, shifting from one leg to the other.
"I see," I said with a little frown. "Well, I don't know what you think you saw, Jamie," I shrugged, "but you didn't see that, okay?"
"Yeah, I did," he replied, looking up suddenly. His eyes found mine and I forced myself to stare back at him. "In your car, last Saturday. You guys were at the mall."
"That wasn't me," I told him. "And if you tell anyone lies like that, you'll be in a lot of trouble and..."
"I took some pictures," he said. "With my mom's phone. It's got a camera."
"What?" I blinked and my heart did stop as I assumed the worst. "Your mom saw..."
"No," Jamie shook his blonde head. "She wasn't there, just me. I got the pictures though."
"Okay," I licked my lips and I could hardly breathe. "What do you want?"
"I want you to like me too," Jamie said softly, looking down again.
"I do like you, Jamie," I told him and it wasn't a lie. The boy was quiet, but friendly enough. He did his homework and got along with the other kids. So far as students went, I liked him just fine.
"I mean..." He swallowed hard, giving me those eyes again, wide and frightened.
"What?" I asked him."You don't need help with your grades, you're doing just fine. Do you need a little extra pocket money?"
Jamie was blackmailing me, obviously, but I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He was already getting an A in my class, probably in all of his other ones too. If he wanted a new bike, I could do that. If he wanted some money, fine. How much could a thirteen-year-old boy need? I'd give Jamie just about whatever he wanted if it meant I got to keep my job, my marriage, and my freedom. I really didn't want to go to prison for the statutory rape of an eighth grader named Lonnie Simpson.
"No," the boy shook his head, "I just want you to like me the way, um, the way you like her."
"What do you mean?" I asked him, finding no sense in that.
"I want you to...Kiss me and stuff," Jamie bit his bottom lip.
"Oh." I blinked at that and leaned back in my chair.
"I love you, Mr. Valentine," he told me, and I thought he was almost ready to run away after confessing that. "I want you to love me too. That's all."
"I see," I nodded slowly. "We're boys though, Jamie, and..."
"I know," he said quickly. "That's why, uh, I got pictures."
"Right," I agreed. "The pictures. Okay, well..."
"They're on my computer now," Jamie told me. "Not on the phone anymore."
"Okay, well..." I was trying to think. "...Are your parents home? Is anyone at your house right now?"
"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mom's working. My sister's at her boyfriend's house."
"Good, good," I smiled at him, trying to look sincere. "Let's go to your house, okay? We can delete the pictures and then, uh, and then we'll talk about this some more, alright?"
"Do you love me?" Jamie asked.
"Well, I don't know, Jamie," I kept smiling, but my brain was still trying to catch up. "I like you a lot, you know that. I think we should just spend a little time together first. Talking and getting to know each other..."
"Okay," he nodded.
"...We need to be able to trust each other, Jamie. See? And I have to trust you before I can, um, love you. Right?"
"Yeah," he agreed, and the boy was shaking, he was so frightened. We both were, but for very different reasons.
"So let's go to your house and..."
"Won't we get in trouble?" Jamie asked me. "If we leave the school?"
"No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I reassured him, and I very much hoped that was true, but even if it wasn't, I had to get rid of those pictures.
I gave the boy a cardboard box. It was largely empty, but nobody would know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some old textbooks I was donating to the Salvation Army thrift store, if anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did.
"Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said, and I wasn't very relaxed. Taking a thirteen-year-old out of school, to his empty house, in my own car? That was like begging for questions that I wouldn't be able to answer, and I was obviously desperate.
"That way," he pointed.
"Alright, let's go," I breathed.
"I always liked you a lot," Jamie told me after a few minutes. "I just didn't know how to tell you before."
"Well, Jamie. See, you're growing up and that can be a tough thing to do." I really wanted to talk the boy out of his confused feelings; it would make everything a lot easier.
"Yeah," he nodded, smiling shyly as he sat in the passenger seat of my Volvo.
"When a boy is your age and his body starts changing, your emotions change too," I said gently. "You get feelings that you don't understand right away and sometimes, well, those feelings can even be wrong."
"Wrong?" he frowned at me.
"Yeah, I mean a good-looking boy like you should like girls, don't you think?" I smiled at him. "I'm sure some of the girls in your class like you."
"Maybe," Jamie shrugged. "But I don't like girls, just you mostly."
"Uh, okay," I cleared my throat. "Has your mom or dad ever talked to you about this stuff?"
"I don't have a dad," Jamie told me. "My mom doesn't talk to me about anything."
"Oh," I nodded. "Maybe you really want a dad then. Like part of you inside wants a father and that's why you like me so much. It isn't really love, it's something else, and..."
"No, Mr. Valentine," Jamie smiled at me. "I really love you. I thought about it a lot already."
"I'm sure, yeah," I agreed reluctantly. "You're a smart boy, Jamie, one of the smartest boys in the whole school, but do you know I'm married?"
"Yeah," he frowned at that.
"I have a wife and I love her, see?" I hoped I could disappoint him gently, let Jamie down nice and soft.
"So..." he looked at me, "...Why were you kissing Lonnie? You love her too, right?"
"No, I don't love Lonnie," I shook my head. "She was sad, that's all. She was crying and I just wanted to make her feel better. Doesn't your mom kiss you if you cry sometimes?"
"Sometimes. She used to when I was little," Jamie shrugged. "But not like that and you're not her dad."
"I know, but I'm her teacher and that's kind of like being a dad," I said. "I could be your dad sometimes too, you know, like if you want to play basketball sometimes, or need help with something. I can talk to your mom and..."
"I don't want you to be like my dad," Jamie shook his head and then pointed. "You gotta turn here, I live that way."
"You don't?" I asked, taking the turn and thinking I'd almost been making some progress with the boy.
"Uh-uh," he told me. "I want you to be my boyfriend."
"Ah," I licked my lips. "Well, Jamie, I'm a man. I like girls, you know?"
"I know," he said. "I thought about that a lot too."
"You did?" I glanced at him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I'll show you when we get to my house, okay?"
"Uh, okay," I sighed softly, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. I was praying, really, making deals with God to get me out of this.
Lonnie had been easy and not the first, I confess. I've always liked girls that age. Thirteen and fourteen-year-olds especially, twelve-year-olds too. They're perfect somehow just as they enter puberty. I don't know why. I was never abused or neglected; it's just how it is. I'm a good-looking man too, not like an actor or anything, but tall with thick black hair and a handsome, chiseled sort of face. Deep blue eyes and a trim, athletic body. I've always had good luck with girls, especially the younger ones. I've always had my way with them, and Lonnie, she was beautiful and curious; it hadn't been hard at all having my way with her.
I was cursing myself for my weakness right then, believe me. My carelessness more than that, because in point of fact, I didn't feel terrible about seducing a thirteen-year-old girl. I'd rather enjoyed that, and after Lonnie, I knew I'd want another one. They're addictive that way, and so I was angry I'd gotten caught, that's all. So please, God, let me off the hook, just this once, and I'll be so careful next time...
I doubt God was impressed.
"That's my house," Jamie was pointing at a small trailer, not kept up very well and not in the best neighborhood either.
Trailer parks never are. The trailer next door had three guys sitting around a fourth who was working on a big Harley. They were bikers, all large and leather, tattooed and drinking beer. On the other side, a rusted trailer looked burned out, like someone had taken a flamethrower to it. There was graffiti painted on the blackened sides. Across the street, an old swing set lay on its side, rusted bikes and dismantled appliances scattered about. An old Ford Maverick sat in the driveway, eaten away and painted primer red with no tires and no hood.
"You live here?" I looked at the boy, and he shrugged.
I was extremely nervous as I parked in front of his home and got out, knowing the little motorcycle gang was watching me. A thirty-year-old man, clean-cut and wearing a two-piece suit and tie, following a thirteen-year-old boy into his trailer? I tried not to imagine what they might be thinking, but that was just guilt or bad nerves. They probably thought I was from social services, and I tried to play that role, looking around with disdain, nodding like I was taking mental notes. Whether it worked for them or not, I have no idea, but it made me feel better anyway.
Once inside, I was feeling sorry for little Jamie. His mother wasn't much for cleaning, I guessed. There were full ashtrays and empty beer bottles everywhere. Half-eaten spaghetti on the table, an open loaf of bread attracting cockroaches. The place was a dump and not fit for a thirteen-year-old boy. If I hadn't been so worried about having to explain the circumstances of my visit, I might have called social services myself, and I was turning that over in my mind as we walked towards the back of the trailer. All I needed was a reasonable excuse to come back here, because despite my affection for young girls, I wouldn't consider myself a monster in any way. I felt great sympathy for Jamie at that moment and real concern for him.
"How old is your sister?" I wondered, as I didn't know her at all.
"Almost seventeen." Jamie said. "Alice lives with her boyfriend mostly, until they get in a fight."
"Okay," I nodded.
"She's gonna have a baby pretty soon though, so Buddy doesn't hit her too much anymore," Jamie said, like it was perfectly normal for a man to beat up his girlfriend.
"How old is her boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Jamie's bedroom, and it wasn't much.
A mattress on a box spring, just sitting on the stained floor. Some clothes stuffed into a half dozen plastic milk crates, stacked up and side by side. A scratched and badly stained table, like a coffee table, that he was using for a desk. It had a little lamp on it and a computer, an old Compaq with a small monitor that looked like it had seen much better days. There were books scattered around, a lot of them; no toys though. No pictures or posters on the walls, or stuffed animals, or anything like you might expect to find in a thirteen-year-old boy's bedroom.
"He's old like you," Jamie smiled at me. "Except he's got a motorcycle and a beard and stuff.""Sure," I frowned. "The pictures are on your computer?"
"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You can turn it on, but you gotta hit the TV a bit because it just makes a line sometimes."
"Okay," I was going to format the boy's hard drive, taking no chances at all.
I'd buy him a new computer. Shoot, I wanted to buy him a new life, and it was hard not to be mad. Like punch the wall mad, you know? This wasn't fair, and I had the anger ready, but there was no one to take it out on. I turned on the computer, and the monitor had a loose wire or something - it made a thin horizontal line through the center of the thirteen-inch screen. It was round like a fishbowl and had to be ten years old. It was a wonder the kid wasn't blind from looking at that thing.
"Just hit it on top," Jamie giggled, and I glanced at him and then stared.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, watching as he was already half-undressed.
"Changing clothes," he smiled. "It's okay, you'll see."
"We don't have time for that, Jamie," I looked back at the computer because that was my reason for being there, and I was going to the BIOS setup menu before Windows could load.
I'm no computer genius, but I knew enough to format the hard drive anyway, and I smiled at the warning messages telling me I was about to erase all data and I'd never get it back. Was I sure? Oh yeah, absolutely. I pushed the Y key and listened to the old hard drive spin up like it had playing cards in the spokes. That computer was some real junk, and I didn't imagine Jamie's mom had paid much more than twenty bucks at a garage sale for it.
"You gotta plug it in too, in the back," Jamie said, as if he just remembered something.
"Plug what in?" I blinked at him because he was putting on a dress.
"I'm gonna be your girlfriend," Jamie smiled at me, shy and hopeful and probably scared out of his mind that I'd laugh, and I did. I couldn't help it.
He turned red, scarlet red, and his bottom lip trembled. The boy was frozen in place, his hands still clutching the buttons in front of a small yellow sundress. It must have been his sister's once, when she was about ten maybe, and it was too small for Jamie. It barely covered his butt, and the short sleeves were up on his shoulders. It looked funny, and I was surprised, and I wasn't really laughing at him, but...
"Jamie," I recovered quickly because the boy was about to have a meltdown, "it's okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, I wasn't laughing at you."
"Yes you were," he closed his eyes, and a couple of big crocodile tears spilled down his red cheeks. "You hate me!"
"No. No, I don't." I got up off the floor where I'd been sitting and crossed over to the boy quickly, taking him in a hug. "I like you a lot. I really do, but that dress...It's just too small."
"Yeah," he nodded, and his arms were around my waist.
Jamie was clutching me desperately as I hunched over him, feeling his small, soft body under my hands. I could smell him too, like soap and shampoo, and it was nice, but mostly I just wanted to comfort him, and he did seem so much like a girl. The way he felt, the way he smelled, the way I just wanted to protect him from his doubts and fears, and especially from this place that he was living in.
"Let me see," I smiled and untangled myself so I could button up his dress for him. It was crazy doing this. We were wasting time, and if someone caught us, I'd be dead. But the boy needed it, and for the moment, that was more important.
He wore no t-shirt beneath the dress, and I looked at his chest as I worked the small buttons slowly. Jamie's skin was pale and smooth, and his nipples were large for a boy, dark pink and slightly puffy, I thought. He had a beautiful chest, beautiful little tits, and for just a second, I imagined what they'd look like in a training bra, and that image made me swallow hard. I was seeing Jamie differently and not because of the dress, although it helped, but because of his vulnerability, his surroundings. Everything in that place was conspiring to seduce me. I had to remind myself that he was a boy and even if Jamie had been a girl, I didn't want to have sex with him. It wasn't like that at all, I wanted to protect him.
"There, see?" I was smiling. "That's a tight fit, but it looks okay."
"You think so?" He wiped at his eyes, and at least Jamie had stopped crying after just a few moments.
"Oh yeah, I think you're very pretty," I agreed, and I wasn't lying. He looked like a boy in a too-small dress, but that didn't stop him from being almost unbearably cute.
"Okay," he smiled shyly.
"Now, what were you saying about plugging something in?" I asked, because I hadn't forgotten that and maybe it would even help the boy relax a little more, taking his mind off his ill-fitting dress and my initial reaction to it.
"The phone cord," Jamie said. "The pictures are in my Yahoo thing. That briefcase they got."
"What?" I blinked at him. "You put the pictures on the internet?"
"Yeah," he shrugged and tried to explain. "I gotta use the library computer to get pictures off my mom's phone. There's a special thing for that, but this one doesn't have a plug-in 'cause my computer's sorta old."
"Oh," I looked at the computer, and there wasn't going to be any internet there anymore. It didn't even have an operating system now.
"So we just gotta get on the net," Jamie smiled at me.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "But I think your computer's broke."
"It is?" he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. "What happened?"
"I don't know," I lied, feeling a little bad about it now, especially since I hadn't needed to format the drive at all.
"Aw, man," he frowned, and that computer was probably the only thing he owned that was worth a nickel.
"I can get you a new one, okay?" I promised Jamie. "A better one than that. One you don't have to hit or anything, okay?"
"Really?" he blinked those big blue eyes at me, and I nodded, and then Jamie was hugging me again, tightly.
His head barely came up to my chest, and I felt his soft tummy against my crotch. He was rubbing me, that's the only word for it, squirming as my arms went naturally around his shoulders. It felt good, amazingly good, and I pressed my left cheek against the top of his head, feeling that soft blonde hair against my face and smelling it. My cock was getting hard, against all reason or sanity; I was getting aroused by this boy in the too-small dress.
"It's okay; I'll find one for you this weekend, alright?" I said, closing my eyes and trying to understand what I was doing, and most especially why.
"I love you," Jamie turned his face up, and my cheek slid over his forehead and nose, and then his lips were touching me, and I didn't pull away.
I kissed him. I kissed a thirteen-year-old boy, and I couldn't tell he wasn't a girl just then. The tip of my tongue played between his lips, and he opened so softly, so easily, and I dipped my tongue inside his warm, wet mouth. I was slow and careful, and Jamie's arms were tighter than ever. He moaned softly, his own tongue playing against mine tentatively as he learned how to French kiss.
I moved my hands down his small back and found his ass, that wonderfully round little behind of his. The dress had been pulled up, and to my delight, I discovered that the boy had even put on panties, probably borrowed from his sister, and they were loose on him, but utterly sexy to the touch. Jamie's firm cheeks filled my hands perfectly, and I squeezed his ass hard while we kissed, making the boy squirm with pleasure.
"Oh..." I breathed, "...Uh, that's...We better stop. You need to put your clothes back on."
"I do?" Jamie was licking his lips and breathing hard, not letting go of me. He was enjoying this even more than I was.
"We have to go back to school," I nodded.
"But we just got here," Jamie said softly. "We kissed already."
"I know," I smiled, pulling his arms gently so the boy would let go. "So we can kiss some more later, but we don't want to get in trouble or anything."
"Okay," Jamie agreed reluctantly.
"You know I like you now, right?" I asked him as I started unbuttoning his dress for him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I know you do."
"Good," I smiled back. "Now, what's your Yahoo name..."
Chapter Two
That night I was online, logging onto Yahoo as Jamie, and I looked at the pictures he'd taken. There were half a dozen, slightly grainy photos. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them, squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling, and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right there on my lap and given the girl twenty dollars after so she could have a little extra fun with her friends.
I love to spoil my little girls.
I deleted the pictures forever and thought about Jamie. How he'd looked in that dress. How he'd felt and smelled and tasted. My cock was hard, and I rubbed it through my trousers while my wife cooked us dinner in the kitchen. Jamie, I smiled, he was seriously cute. I'd never been attracted to boys in my life, but seeing him in that dress, when he'd been crying? I just wanted him so badly. To hold him and make it better. He was like a girl, exactly like a girl, he only needed a better dress. A little makeup maybe, no, not even makeup, just a little lip gloss would be nice. Some panties that fit and a training bra. Ankle socks and small black shoes. Jesus, he'd be beautiful then.
"What are you thinking about?" My wife surprised me, and I jerked a little.
"Oh. Um, nothing," I shook my head and closed the browser. "Just thinking about work."
"Work, huh?" Amy gave me a doubtful smile. "Well, come on. Dinner's ready, you can think about me for a while.""You know I do, baby," I smiled at her, and I'd fallen in love with Amy when she'd been all of twelve years old.
We'd been together over ten years and married for almost six. As soon as she hit eighteen, we were standing in front of a judge. I wouldn't have married her if she didn't understand me so well; if she didn't love me so much. I loved her too, but not like I used to. Amy was older now and changed. She was all grown up, and physically, I just didn't find her all that attractive with her tall body and large breasts. She'd grown up fast when she hit fifteen and especially sixteen. Amy was a beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little girl anymore.
Amy knew what I liked, though, and that was the reason I'd married her. Where else was I going to find a woman who would let me fuck young teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect, and while I didn't understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a year or two, and then she'd grow up, and I'd lose interest. They weren't a threat, and so long as I took care of Amy, so long as I treated her as my wife and returned her love so much as I was able, she was happy. She loved me more than anything, and that was how she kept me.
What Amy would think of me loving a boy, though...I didn't want to ask her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the details. It was an open secret between us, and I respected that, and I went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention of what I was doing, and I came home every night the way a good husband should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.
Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical about it, but I wasn't complaining. She'd made me promise to marry her, and unlike every other girl I'd known, Amy hadn't forgotten it. Like I say, I'd always been very lucky with women, and she was a hell of a wife.
Jamie was the one on my mind, though. I couldn't get the boy out of my head, not during dinner and not later that night when I was in bed with Amy. We were kissing in the dim light, and I played with her neatly shaved sex because pubic hair was a complete turn-off for me, and she knew it. I was rubbing her moist slit while she stroked my swollen prick, and I wanted her to be Jamie just then.
"Roll over..." I breathed into my wife's ear.
"Hmmm..." Amy sighed, and I was pushing her onto her stomach.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered.
"Oh!" She gave me a little look in the dark, and we'd done this before, but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it.
"Yeah, like that," I sighed, and while my twenty-three-year-old wife was obviously not a thirteen-year-old boy, she did have the most perfect little ass a man could ask for.
"Why?" she giggled, and that always seems like a singularly silly question to ask during sex.
"I'm going to call you Jamie tonight," I said, straddling her thighs and pressing my cock down against Amy's ass.
"Jamie? Who's she?" my wife wondered, and then thought better of it. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Give that sweet little ass now, Jamie."
"Ummphh..." Amy winced, and her body stiffened because I wasn't using any sort of lube. I was pushing my cock inside her anus slow and dry, with just my precum to offer the woman any comfort.
I'm not overly large anyway, though, just average, six, maybe seven inches if I'm really excited and not so thick. It hurt her, though, a little, and I tried to be gentle, but I found myself fucking Amy's ass hard after just a minute or two, rather liking her soft grunts and protesting sighs. She was wanting me to slow down, but I was fucking Jamie now, and my eyes were closed, my mind someplace else, bending the boy over my desk at school, lifting his pretty pink dress and pulling his virgin white panties down.
"God, your ass is beautiful, Jamie!" I groaned, stabbing the length of my cock as far into Amy as I could.
"Ow...Fuck...Jack, slow down..." Amy reached back, slapping at my shoulder with her fingers. "Ja-ack!"
That just made it better for some reason, and the bed was bouncing as I drilled my cock into her asshole over and over. It was unbelievable how tight Amy was, how hot her asshole felt wrapped around my prick. If Jamie was half this good, I'd be happy, and I suppose that was about the time I made up my mind that I was going to have to find out what he felt like. I was going to pop his cherry the way I'd popped so many others. I was going to fuck him long and hard and fill his sweet little body up with my sperm.
"Ahhh...God! That's...Take it easy..." Amy was still complaining, but not too much now.
She was getting used to having her asshole stretched, and maybe it was even starting to feel good. I hoped so. Amy was soon fucking me back anyway, lifting her hips off the bed to meet my cock, squeezing those soft little muscles so her rectum felt like a sucking mouth around my prick. Yeah, Amy was bitching, but she loved sex as much as I did. She also knew that this was maybe the only way she'd have me tonight, and that gave her a measure of eagerness that I happily exploited.
I straddled her thighs and hips, massaging Amy's back while I looked down to see my cock working in and out of her ass. That was beautiful, and now she wasn't fighting me at all. We were fucking nicely, slowing down after the initial rush of excitement, and I wanted to last as long as I could. This was good practice, I was thinking, and it had been too long since I'd fucked my wife in the ass anyway. We might have to do it like this more often, and I knew Amy, she wouldn't say no. She'd never refused me anything, not even when she'd been a twelve-year-old virgin.
"Oh God! Jack...It feels good now..." Amy moaned, and that's the kind of girl she was, the kind of girl they all are, really. "A little...uhmmm...harder...harder now..."
I laughed at that, drawing a ragged breath and lowering my body to hers. I covered my wife like a blanket, kissing her ear and cheek, finding her mouth while I gave her what she wanted. I was fucking Amy with long strokes, going as deep as I could so that my balls would slap her wet little pussy. She was hot for it, feeling good inside and out, and all Amy ever needed was a little jump start to get her motor running. We'd be fucking all night probably after this.
"Don't pull out..." Amy was whispering, "...cum inside me...in my ass...please...I want to feel it..."
That was going to do it for me, hearing Amy beg for my cum like the little girl she'd been when I'd taken her cherry. Fuck! She knew how to bring me off, and all I could imagine just then was Jamie asking me for the same thing; wanting me to sperm his little ass good and make a real girl out of him.
"Shit...Oh Fuck! Jamie!" I was cumming hard, helpless to stop myself from shooting into Amy's clasping rectum as it held me tight.
Amy was milking my cock and draining my balls with her sweet asshole, and in my mind, it was Jamie taking my hot creamy load. It felt amazing, and I wanted to keep my cock inside Amy's ass until morning if I could. After a few minutes, though, I was going soft, and her ass slowly pushed me out with only a small dribble of dirty sperm. Most of my orgasm was still deep inside her, and I liked that idea a lot. I imagined fucking Jamie before school and seeing him walk around all day with my cum leaking from his tender asshole. That was sexy as hell.
"That was great, fuck..." I rolled off Amy with a sigh, lying on my back and catching my breath.
"For you maybe," Amy pouted, and that was just a tease; she'd liked it just fine at the end, but I'd make it up to her anyway. I'd pretty much just used her ass to jerk myself off with, and she knew it.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry," I reached for my wife and pulled her close, despite a bit of weak resistance on her part.
Amy was a good girl, though, better than I deserved, and she wanted me to love her, so it was easy. I cuddled with her for a long while, kissing her lips and telling her she was still beautiful, still sexy despite being almost twenty-three already. We didn't fuck; I couldn't get hard if I focused on her too much. I needed to imagine other, younger girls usually, but that was okay. I made Amy feel special and loved, going down on her finally, and I knew well enough how to make Amy cum with my mouth. I'd had a lot of practice, and sucking her hairless little pie was sweet for me.
By the time we fell asleep, we were best friends again.
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1,653 | Pussy Barber | Love Fuck | "This is perverted," Kristen thought to herself as she crept down the hallway, moving closer to the soft moans coming from the guest bedroom. It was almost three in the morning, and Kristen, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie, kept fighting the urge to peek. Images of being caught peeking flashed into her mind, the outrage of her friends, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too - of passionate, wriggling bodies, of glistening skin, a hard cock, swaying testicles, sensual legs spread wide and spasming. Kristen quietly opened the bathroom door, the one that connected into the spare room. Just as she had hoped, the door to the bedroom was open. In the darkness, she crept silently forward, until she could see the bed and the writhing bodies upon it.
The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room, she could see Jerry kneeling behind his girlfriend, Janet, who was also Kristen's friend. Jerry had a handful of Janet's hair, from behind, and his body was pressed firmly to hers. Her head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against her man. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Janet's ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Janet was threatening to shred the sheets with her grip. Kristen felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her legs.
Jerry moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Janet with a long, even movement. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Kristen's friend, and her hips moved back instinctively, forcing Jerry's shaft deep inside her.
"God! You're so fuckin' tight!" Jerry whispered, his words carrying easily to Kristen's ears in the nearby bathroom. Janet half moaned, half sighed her response. Janet pushed her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying underneath her.
"Fuck me hard. Pump me hard and fast. Cum in me," Janet breathed.
Kristen's nipples were already hard, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched, and Kristen's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as Jerry began thrusting faster into Janet, their bodies making an audible "smack," Janet's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Kristen felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices.
"Yes! Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, stud," Janet hissed.
Kristen heard the words and let out a deep sigh, a sigh of lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Kristen knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically.
The two bodies undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the darkness of the room. Janet's long dark hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Jerry's rhythm. It wasn't long before Jerry groaned and began thrusting hard against Janet, trying to drive his cock and maybe even his balls inside her. Their groans filled the air for a few long moments, and then fell silent.
In the sudden silence, Kristen stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers lay on the bed, him on top of her from behind, both kissing and floating along together. Kristen finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she'd witnessed. Her own sleep came only after fantasizing about feeling Jerry coming in her ass, not Janet's.
The next morning, Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Kristen shuffled in wearing her light robe, shaking out her long golden hair.
"Well! Good morning!" Janet said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup.
"'Morning," Kristen said blearily. "Thanks."
"Well, you look dreadful. At least I have an excuse," Janet joked.
"Ummm. I know," Kristen said automatically, then regretted it.
"Oh. I'm sorry, did we wake you?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, it's okay though," Kristen said. "It's better than David Letterman."
Janet laughed. "ANYTHING is better than David Letterman. Especially a..." Her voice trailed off.
"A good ass fucking?" Kristen asked. "Oh, shit. I shouldn't have said that," she argued, "I'm cranky before my first cup."
Janet had blushed, even through her early summer tan. "Well, Jerry does have the right equipment for that," she giggled.
Kristen smiled. "I've gotta take a shower," she said, walking down the hallway.
Before entering the shower, Kristen surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly. Fair skin but with a few too many freckles (never mind that her boyfriends told her they were sexy), a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes, even though there were some circles forming under them, a very attractive face, but her nose was too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features, the ones she knew would always get the guys to look, still pleased her. Her hair was straight, and long, stopping just below her waist, like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows, which matched her hair exactly. Many men had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. If he was that bold, she invited him to see for himself that it was.
Her breasts weren't as large as she wanted, but they were well proportioned to her body. Her waist was slender still, and she was trim, but she always criticized any flab on her butt or thighs, even though most men would have killed to kiss her naked form. At five foot seven, she was leggy, but still nicely put together.
Kristen stepped into the shower and soaped up, thinking of Janet and Jerry's performance earlier. She didn't masturbate, she never could in the shower, but she did feel much better after she'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed out her long hair, still wet, and used the blow dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door.
Jerry stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and trying to keep an erection down. Kristen wore her robe but was obviously naked underneath. Kristen smiled and let Jerry into the bathroom, while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs.
Janet's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now, something Kristen noticed quickly. "I see Jerry's said good morning to you," she said. Janet glanced down at her top, then looked over at Kristen, grinning. "Yeah. The animal!" She added with a wink.
They ate breakfast when Jerry returned, and afterwards, Janet braided Kristen's long blonde hair. She took her shower with Jerry, and Kristen tried to ignore the sounds of splashing fun in the bathroom.
Janet and Jerry went out to visit the casinos on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe, while Kristen contented herself with sunning on the deck and reading a new book by her favorite writer. This vacation started out wrong, with Mike cancelling out at the last minute, leaving Kristen feeling alone, and like a party crasher. But then, she didn't gamble and besides, she wasn't old enough anyway. Kristen worked on her tan, hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least.
It was pretty and quiet in the mountains, but still warm. Kristen only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half, then dozed off.
Kristen awoke, stretching like a cat, and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the rented cabin when she saw Janet and Jerry inside.
Kristen watched through the large glass doors, her eyes wide, blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Janet lay on her back on the sofa, her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked with her legs high in the air, and Jerry was crouching between her legs, rolling his face around in her cunt. Janet was shaking and rocking her hips, obviously enjoying his tongue.Kristen wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow they'd come back while she'd dozed off, and hadn't seen her on the deck. Jerry made Janet come in a gasping orgasm which made Kristen very wet, and she wanted to finger her pussy, but she didn't dare. She didn't want them to catch her masturbating while she watched them.
The two lovers swapped places, and now Janet was sucking on Jerry's cock. In the daylight Kristen could see that Jerry's cock was just about right for fucking, in any hole. Not too big, not too short, just nice. Janet sucked him with practiced expertise. Janet's body was smooth and evenly tan, except for the small light areas that showed the tiny suit she normally wore. Kristen felt her feet moving, and she felt as though someone else was controlling them.
As she moved, it came to her that she was going to walk in on them, and she prepared an "excuse". If they objected or were embarrassed, she would simply go to her room, then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn't object then...well, she'd see.
Kristen took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered, Janet looked up, and Jerry began to shoot. Both young women locked eyes for a moment, then Kristen's were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against Janet's neck and tits. Janet looked down, paused, then gulped down Jerry's spurting cock, making him cry out with loud "ahhh's".
Kristen decided to go to her room, as if she'd interrupted completely by accident. As she walked she could feel the slipperiness of her own pussy and the stiffness of her nipples.
"Nice timing!" Janet said loudly as Kristen turned the corner. She stopped and turned back, looking back at Janet, her tits glistening wetly. "Sor-reee!" Kristen said, grinning. "I thought you guys were going out all day."
Janet stood and walked closer, her sperm-splotched breasts wobbling as she walked. Kristen couldn't take her eyes off the cum that dribbled down between them, or the cum that clung to one of her dark nipples.
"Sure," Janet said softly. "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Kristen followed Janet into the bedroom and Janet opened a small paper bag. From the bag she pulled a thick vibrating dildo, covered in a soft, flesh-like latex. "Watch this," she said, then switched it on. The head vibrated and as she worked the controls, the upper third began to twirl or rotate and piston in and out. Kristen's eyes got big.
"Where did you get THAT!?" Kristen laughed.
"At a little novelty store in town," Janet giggled. "And this too!" She handed Kristen the vibrator and Kristen felt it buzzing, twisting and thrusting in her hands. It sent an erotic feeling deep inside her pussy. Janet pulled another item from the bag. This dildo looked like a "Y", with two cocks joined at the base. Kristen knew how this was meant to be used.
"Look at this though!" Janet said, connected a rubber ball and tube to the dildo. She set it humming and the tips of both heads blurred, then she squeezed the ball. Water jetted out of both tips, squirting several feet. Kristen's pussy spasmed at the sight. "Think of the possibilities with this!"
"Um, yeah. Nice!" Kristen said. "Er, I'm going to take a shower. Maybe even a cold one."
Janet handed her the thrusting dildo. "Here, have fun."
Kristen refused it, as much as she would have tried it in privacy, she didn't want to seem too desperate or horny. She went into her room and couldn't resist the urge to finger her pussy. Kristen lay on the bed, her fingers blurring over her clit. She came quickly, thinking of the images of Jerry's cock spurting all over Janet's tits. A few minutes later Kristen pulled on a robe and picked up some clothes, then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. She was just about to climb into the shower when Janet knocked on the door, asking to be let in quickly. Kristen opened the door for her.
"Shit!" Janet said, "I got it in my eye and it BURNS!"
Kristen got a look at her face as she moved past to get to the sink. There were thick globs of sperm on her cheek and in her hair. Jerry had cum again, but somehow Janet had gotten some of the salty stuff in her right eye. After a minute of splashing water she stood up and toweled her face off, most of Jerry's cum having been washed off.
"That'll teach you to watch too close!" Kristen laughed.
"Thanks a bunch," Janet said. "Would you mind if I showered with you?" she asked, feeling the cum in her hair.
"No, c'mon. You do my back, I'll do yours," Kristen said.
Together they showered, trading secrets and laughing over Kristen's unannounced entry earlier. Kristen's hair was pinned up so she didn't have to dry it all over again, and Janet scrubbed her back. The oily sunscreen needed to be scrubbed off, and Janet didn't stop when she reached Kristen's ass. She worked down, not sexually touching, but scrubbing hard. She kept going down those long, lean legs, until she reached the ankles.
"Thanks," Kristen said. "That felt good." She turned around, hand extended for the washcloth. Instead, Janet soaped it up and began scrubbing Kristen's chest, above and between her breasts.
"Jerry would kill to do this to you, you know," Janet said evenly. "He said that last night he fantasized about you joining us."
"Really?" Kristen said, forgetting that Janet was washing her front. "He really said that?"
Janet nodded, scrubbing around Kristen's tits and then down her belly. "He even said he'd like to eat you while he fucks me."
Kristen's mind imagined that, and she felt a little excited. Suddenly Janet's hand was sliding over her mons, and then between her legs. The touch was lighter, more sensual now. Kristen's legs parted slightly, and her lips parted to take a sharp breath. Janet's hand lingered a little longer, then she began scrubbing the fronts of the blonde's legs. Kristen looked down, watching Janet kneel and scrub. Her hand moved and touched Janet's head lightly.
Janet leaned forward and kissed Kristen's pussy lightly, then she stood up. Close. Kristen seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly, and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Kristen was surprised at how warm and soft Janet's lips were. Their breasts touched lightly, making Kristen's nipples stand up even harder. When they parted, Kristen gazed into the eyes of her friend, now to be her newest lover.
Trembling with excitement Kristen reached out and touched Janet's breast. This was the first time she'd ever touched another woman's breast sexually. The soft flesh was so warm, and Janet's full orb drew Kristen's hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of her friend's breast.
Janet's hands slid down and cupped Kristen's ass, kneading it slightly. Kristen's whole body trembled, as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Somehow Janet realized her friend's nervous excitement and she leaned down, taking one of Kristen's nipples in her lips. As she sucked on it, biting down delicately, Kristen gasped and pressed her soft tit into Janet's face. Janet pulled on the other nipple with her fingers, then gently licked all around Kristen's puffy areola. The tall blonde's breathing was shallow and ragged, and Kristen could feel her cunt leaking its warm cream down her thigh. Janet stood upright and Kristen felt like she was on fire. She grabbed Janet's face and kissed her, one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given. Janet returned it, with her hands exploring the lean, smooth texture of her friend's body.
When their kiss broke, Kristen burned with a madness, a desire, a carnal need. She bent and licked around Janet's nipple, then sucked hard on the erect bud. Janet cradled the blonde's head to her breast, and felt Kristen suckling and licking her tit. Kristen's right hand slid between Janet's legs, lightly at first. Kristen's pussy spasmed when her fingers found Janet's cunt soaking wet and slippery. Her fingers slid back and forth through her friend's cuntlips, then Kristen sighed as her finger slid into her friend's body. Janet sighed too, rocking her hips forward and trembling against Kristen.
A few moments later, Kristen stood with her hands on the wall of the shower, legs spread, and Janet sitting on the floor, her head bent back and her tongue, her wonderful tongue, swirling around inside her. Janet was sucking her pussy, lapping her free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down Kristen's legs. Kristen gasped for breath, her stomach heaved in and out and her legs threatened to buckle. Janet sucked and licked, and Kristen shuddered. A wave washed over her, starting in her cunt and spreading outward, returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be lapped up by Janet.
Kristen sat down on a ledge in the shower, weak and flushed. Janet rolled to her knees and kissed the blonde's tits, then kissed Kristen on the mouth. Kristen tasted her juices, not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Janet's lips were slick and their tongues danced. Moments later, when Janet stood up, Kristen took the floor and tongued Janet's pussy.Kristen looked at Janet's pussy, seeing the swollen lips surrounded by her curly bush. Her tongue licked lightly over Janet's slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Janet's hips jerked, and Kristen continued to lick circles around it. Soon Kristen's chin was slick with the juices seeping from Janet's opening, and her tongue was sliding all around. Kristen loved the feeling on her tongue, and her face. The smooth, warm, slippery wetness excited her, and the musky scent of Janet filled her nostrils.
"Put your fingers in me," Janet said breathlessly.
Kristen did. First one finger, then two, then a third. Janet's hips bucked and Kristen flicked her tongue over the girl's clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers, the grasping, pulsing squeezes as Janet began to cum. Kristen shoved her fingers in deep, moving her hand back and forth until Janet moaned loudly and began shuddering. Janet's hips ground against the intruding fingers, and her hand pushed Kristen's face tightly against her mons. When Kristen pulled her fingers out, they glistened with Janet's cream, a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Kristen licked her fingers off, savoring it like a fine sauce.
They finished their shower, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special, and they both felt close and loving to each other. After eight years of friendship, they had become even closer.
Jerry was half-dressed, watching a movie when the girls came out of the bathroom. Both were clad only in terry cloth robes and they sat on either side of him. Jerry felt something was up, and he was almost afraid of saying anything to spoil it. For a long time he'd fantasized about having Kristen's long legs wrapped around him, and it seemed like he would have his chance.
Kristen sat so that when she looked at the TV, she could not see either Janet or Jerry. When she watched part of the show, Jerry slipped his hand under Janet's robe and between her legs. The sudden stiffness was like a jerk and Kristen turned her head, looking right at Jerry's half hidden hand.
"Turn it on," Janet whispered softly.
Jerry saw that Kristen was looking, and felt his cock rising into a tremendous erection. His fingers found the switch and a light humming noise filled the air just as Janet's body shuddered. The "Y" shaped dildo inside her began vibrating her body, sending delicious waves of pleasure through her. Janet held his hand over her cunt, cupping her twat and pressing the vibrator deeper.
Kristen took Jerry's other hand gently, spreading her legs slightly and placing his hand under her robe. Jerry's hand explored her crotch, finding the other dildo already in place. Jerry's fingers found the switch and turned it on. Kristen's body jerked, and she gasped several times as the dildo began squirming in her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h-h...Ohhhhhhhh!" Kristen sighed, cupping Jerry's hand over her cunt. Her hips rocked against the twisting, thrusting vibrator, and her eyes closed, jaw slack in rapture.
"Let me suck you," Janet said softly, sliding down off the sofa. She quickly unfastened his pants and removed his rigid cock. Without a word she sucked on him, moving up and down the shaft with quick movements. Her mouth watered and saliva coated his cock, making it glisten wetly. Janet shucked her robe to the floor, curling her feet under her so that as she rocked her body back and forth it pressed the humming vibrator deeper into her holes.
Kristen leaned over and kissed Jerry, sending her tongue halfway into his throat. He kissed back, taking command and forcing her tongue to retreat. They mouth-fucked each other with their tongues, bodies blazing with fiery passions. Jerry's hips rocked up to cram his cock into Janet's mouth, and she made loud slurping noises.
Jerry kneaded Kristen's tits, and she began panting, coming closer to her orgasm from the vibrator and all the sensations. Jerry couldn't hold on, and he felt the thick jism rising from his balls. Janet's wet mouth slobbered down his cock, making sloppy, wet noises as his cock began swelling. She moaned twice, urgently trying to call Kristen. Just as Kristen moved, Jerry's hips arched.
Kristen saw Janet's brow furrow in concentration and the thick pulsing of Jerry's cock in her mouth. Janet's mouth and jaw worked, and then Kristen heard a swishing, squirting noise. Janet moaned as his jism flowed, filling her mouth with his creamy cum. She greedily sucked his sperm into her mouth, coaxing every drop by licking just under the tip of the head. Finally spent, she let his softening cock slip from between her lips, trailing a dribble of sperm over her lower lip. Kristen leaned down and licked the semen from Janet's lips.
Janet grabbed her head and pulled her closer. Kristen opened her mouth, expecting to taste Jerry's cum. Janet opened her mouth and used her tongue to push the warm, thick mass of sperm into Kristen's mouth. It was erotic to Kristen, and she sucked the sperm from Janet's mouth, then they tongued each other fiercely, swishing the cum around back and forth. Parting their kiss, strands of jism connected their lips. Tongues flashed and collected it, and both girls swallowed, tasting his jizz like a cream sauce. The vibrators had brought them both close to orgasm, yet their bodies refused to yield. Kristen's passions were beyond what she'd known, and she wanted to come so badly she would do anything Janet asked.
"Go get my bag," Janet said to Jerry. She smiled and asked Kristen if she ever fantasized about being watched. Kristen, in a very carnal mood, ran her hands over her tits, licking her lips.
"No," she breathed.
"Let's let him watch us," Janet said, cupping Kristen's cunt and shoving the dildo into her.
Kristen was being fucked by the little machine, and the twisting head kept her so close to orgasm that Janet's hand nearly sent her over the edge. The hand withdrew too soon, leaving Kristen almost in tears, until she watched Janet lick her cream off her fingers. Jerry returned carrying Janet's duffle bag, his cock returning to full size.
Janet unzipped the bag and reached in. "You'll love this toy," she said, pulling out a two-foot double-headed dildo. Kristen's cunt spasmed, and she reached down to finger herself.
"NO!" Janet said sharply, pulling the blonde's hand from her bush. Then, softly, "Cum WITH me." And she kissed Kristen softly. Kristen followed along, floating on her erotic, lust-filled cloud.
Janet positioned her on her hands and knees, adjusting the dildo to a slower rhythm. She pulled it out of Kristen's twat, watching her gaping cunt hole spasm and close slowly. She pressed the humming, twisting head to Kristen's asshole, pressing the slick, rubbery head firmly.
"Oh, no, don't...." Kristen started, but suddenly her asshole was filled with sensations that made her cream flow like water. She trembled and her stomach jerked. Kristen's ass shot up in the air, and Janet pushed the toy down into the girl's tight hole. "Ohhhh Goddddddd!" Kristen wailed.
Janet rubbed her hand all over Kristen's glistening vulva, massaging her cunt juice all over her crotch, coating her thighs and belly with the creamy fluid that dripped from her. Kristen tried to catch her breath, feeling as though she were being split open and fucked inside-out. Janet picked up the large dildo and coated it with her hand, smearing Kristen's juices on the bulbous head. She held Kristen's hips, pressing the thick rubber cock into her cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h...Ohh! Make me cummm! Please! Makemecum!"
Janet slowly pushed ten inches of the cock up the blonde's snatch, watching her holes spasm as it eased into her. Each outstroke brought her pouty cuntlips out, as though they were holding on and trying to suck it deeper. Once she had the dildo seated, Janet stood up and walked around in front of Kristen.
Kristen looked up at her naked friend, at the "Y" shaped vibrator still humming in her asshole and cunt. Kristen felt filled with cock, as though she would explode. Janet moved close, standing with her crotch almost in Kristen's face.
"Pull it out of me," She hissed. "Jerk it out hard, do it fast."
Kristen reached up a trembling hand and grasped the end of the vibrator. It was slick with Janet's cream, but Kristen jerked hard, yanking it out of her cunt and butt.
"Ohhhhhh CUMM!" Janet yelled, then grabbed Kristen's head, shoving her hips forward and rocking them against Kristen's face. "Drink me!" Janet's cream poured from her, soaking Kristen's face and Janet's crotch. Janet shuddered and ground her pussy against the girl's face. Kristen felt her nose rubbing Janet's clit hard.
Janet moved away suddenly, going behind Kristen and kneeling down, facing away from her friend. Janet pushed the long dildo into her cunt and then pressed her ass against Kristen's.
"Fuck me baby!" Janet pleaded. "Fuck me with that beautiful blonde pussy! Fuck me!"
Kristen and Janet began rocking their hips back and forth, fucking each other with the dildo. Jerry had been watching from the sofa, stroking his cock. Several times he'd had to grip tightly to keep from shooting his load too early.Now he knelt alongside the girls, reaching between their slapping asses to hold the dildo still so that it would slide in and out of their slick cunts.
Wailing moans filled the room from both women. Kristen felt a huge orgasm welling up deep inside her. Each warm slap of Janet's butt to hers brought her a half step closer. Both were near the edge, sweat shining on their backs, making their asses seem rounder and softer.
"Fuck me Kristen! Fuck me, baby!" Janet moaned again. "Oh! Kristen! Kristen! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, KRISTEN!" she screamed.
Both of them cried out, slamming their asses tightly together, pinning Jerry's hand between them. They shook in orgasm, moaning and jerking around, cramming as much cock in them as they could. Each shudder from one sent the other into another shudder. It seemed to last forever as they climaxed, bodies roiling with waves and waves of spasming pleasure.
Kristen felt her muscles tightening, and then it was as if she were drowning in sensations. Cum sensations. The fullness in her ass and cunt made her eyes roll back, and her hips arched, pressing hard against Jerry's hand. She could actually feel the tickle of Janet's cunt hairs on her sensitive twat, and the cum-juices trickling down her thighs. Sparks and lights went off in her head, and she thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all, but she did not. She rode each delicious wave, surfing each one down into her cunt, flowing out between her cuntlips and down her cream-slick thighs.
Janet's cunt contracted and gripped the dildo hard. She could feel Jerry's hand trapped against her vulva, hot and hard. Her tits seemed to be swelling up, and her nipples were brushing the coarse fibers of the rug. Her ass arched high, and she could feel the heat of Kristen's spasming cunt near hers. The dildo pressed against her cervix, giving her a full feeling. Her stomach bulged out, then contracted only to relax and bulge again with the feeling of being crammed full of thick cock. Her cream was flowing, and she could feel her crotch was slick with juices. Each of Kristen's shudders was like an electric pulse to her clit, making her shudder in response.
Jerry pulled his hand out, and Janet felt Kristen's sopped cunt splat against hers. She arched back, trying to grind her pussy against the wet blonde's. They both tried, bouncing back and forth until they felt another wave wash over them. The second orgasm was unlike the first. This was more sensual, sexy, and warm. The first had been full of fire, passion, and need. This was icing on the cake.
The two sweaty women sank to the floor, the dildo still in their cunts, although almost out of each one. Jerry gently removed it from their pussies, and also gently removed the vibrator from Kristen's ass. They shuddered and jerked as he removed the toys, then lay still in a limp tangle of glistening legs, asses, and cunts. Jerry lovingly caressed their sweaty behinds, running his hands down the backs of their thighs.
"Janet," Kristen said hoarsely.
"Hmmm?"
"I love you too," Kristen said.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Jerry's cock pressed against Janet's waist, and she smiled. "I think we forgot someone," she said softly.
Slowly they both sat up and smiled at Jerry. "You liked our little show?" Janet asked.
"Yes!" Jerry said. "I'm so horny I could cum right now!"
Kristen looked up at him. "Then do it," she said, thrusting her tits forward. "Cum all over us."
Jerry's cock ached, standing straight out like a metal rod. Pre-cum oozed down from the hole, forming a droplet under the head. Kristen leaned forward and extended her lower lip to remove it, letting it form a string as she moved back, licking it off her lip. Jerry groaned.
"I know what he wants," Janet cooed.
Moments later, Janet lay on the floor with Kristen's ass over her chest, arched up for Jerry's entry. Kristen's tits pressed between Janet's thighs, and Kristen's hands gripped Janet's calves. Jerry sank deep into Kristen's sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh Jeeezzus!" Jerry moaned.
Kristen gasped, then sighed as his cock began sliding in and out of her slippery hole. Janet caressed her friend's legs, her ass, and belly. "She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Janet said to Jerry. "And so hot and wet. Fuck her. Go ahead, I know you want to fuck her and cum in her. Do it!" Jerry moved faster, trying to restrain himself in Kristen's beautiful cunt. Her body glistened with sweat, and with her ass high, offered to him, Jerry was straining not to shoot too soon. He wanted it to last, for her as well as for him.
Janet wasn't helping matters. "Shove that cock up her cunt and fuck her!" Janet teased. "Make her cum all over that beautiful cock of yours. She wants you to fill her with cum. Cum in her cunt!"
Jerry pumped faster, his cock throbbing and straining. It felt like his cock was a steel ramrod, plunging in and out of Kristen's soft flesh. Her cunt made squishing, slippery noises, and the way she moved her butt against him made Jerry grimace to keep his resolve.
"Ohh yes! Cum in me, Jerry!" Kristen moaned. "Fill me with cum! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Jerry felt his balls tighten from her moans.
"Yes!" Janet added. "I want to eat your cum out of her. Let me lick your cum off her cunt. Soak her. Soak her with cum!"
Jerry's cock exploded, gushing thick sperm into Kristen's cunt. He thrust deep into her, pressing her mons down onto Janet's chest. She could see his cock swell between her cuntlips with each pulse, and feel the tension in his legs as well as all through Kristen's sweat-slicked body. Jerry spurt and spurt into Kristen, feeling like his body was draining itself dry in her, trying to fill her sucking cunt to capacity with his sperm. At last he stopped, feeling the thick warmth surrounding his cock inside her. Kristen was moaning softly, and grinning broadly.
Janet pulled Jerry back, and as his cock plopped out of her, he dripped sperm onto her neck, the soft, wet cock hitting her mouth and chin with a wet splat. Janet licked the head, then pulled Kristen's cunt to her mouth. Opening her mouth wide, Janet began sucking the length of the blonde's slit, lapping up the sperm and cunt-juice that flowed out of her beautiful friend's snatch. Janet shoved her tongue inside Kristen's hole, withdrawing it covered with their rich, creamy mixture. Janet lapped and sucked at Kristen's pussy, making the blonde climax twice. When she finally finished, her face and neck were slick with their juices.
Kristen rolled off, sat up, and kissed Janet deeply, licking her own cum mixed with Jerry's semen from Janet's lips and face. The two girls hugged and kissed a last time, then looked at Jerry.
"Hard again!?" Janet teased.
"Nobody could stay limp watching you two," Jerry smiled.
"Can you cum again?" Kristen asked.
He shook his head. "Not for a while," he said. "I need a shower and maybe a quick nap before I'll be 'recharged'. You girls have drained me!"
They laughed, and Jerry went to shower. The two girls sat on the sofa, gently touching and kissing each other.
"You know," Kristen began, "I never thought it would be so good with another woman."
Janet smiled. "Oh, you're so sweet and sexy I could just hold you close to me forever!"
Kristen smiled at her. "I-I'm glad it was you. For my first time."
Janet kissed her softly. "First and always."
"Janet," Kristen said between soft kisses. "I love you."
They embraced and kissed, caressing each other tenderly.
"I knew I was falling in love with you the other night," Janet confessed.
"What? When?" Kristen asked.
"When Jerry was fucking my ass and you were masturbating in the bathroom."
"But...how did you see me?" Kristen asked.
"The night light in there. Remember? I could see right through your nightie. The mirrors in the bedroom showed you clearly," Janet said, smiling.
Kristen blushed.
"I knew then that I wanted you, and that my feelings for you were deep. That's why I came so hard. I knew you were watching," Janet added.
"I-I felt perverted doing that. Like a peeping Tom," Kristen said, looking at the floor.
Janet lifted her face and smiled. "No, next time I want your tongue in me while he fucks my ass."
"You mean that?" Kristen asked, her eyes wide.
Janet nodded. "Yes. Just so I can have my tongue in you too!"
Again they kissed.
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1,657 | Stephen Peters | A Brother's Love | "Jamie, come on, wake up!" David's voice was soft and warm in her ear.
"Mmmmmm..." Slowly Jamie drifted into awareness; her brother's strong arm around her waist as he gently nuzzled the back of her neck.
"Wanna do it?" he asked. "I mean, you've been running around all evening in nothing but those stupid leotards and I'm...kinda all worked up, you know?"
"Tough shit," Jamie mumbled, pulling the stiff hotel sheets back over her shoulder, "use your hand."
Silence -- for the moment.
"Bet you want it just as bad as I do," David whispered again, voice soft and persistent.
"Yeah, and how do you know?" Jamie asked. The question conveyed both irritation and curiosity.
"'Cause," David replied, utterly sure of himself.
Jamie sighed.
Sometimes her brother acted as if he could read her mind, as if he possessed some magic that allowed him to look right through whatever she said or did into her deep, personal core. It could be kind of scary sometimes, other times (like right at that moment) it was almost...comforting. And the fact was, now that David had her awake -and especially after the shit they had both gone through that day -Jamie wanted some lovin'. Yes, she mused, one of her brother's long, gentle fuckings was just the way to put things right again. Still, she didn't want to appear *too* eager.
"Well...maybe," Jamie said. "What about you-know-who?" She nodded her head in the direction of the folding bed in the corner. A young girl, the daughter of their father's latest girlfriend, lay curled up in it, sleeping soundly.
"I'll be really quiet," David whispered. Almost immediately, his hand began to trail down her stomach.
"Uh-uh." Jamie rolled over onto her back. Taking her brother's hand in hers, she carefully placed it over the firm mound of her developing breast. "Start here..." she sighed.Curiosity finally got the best of Jamie, and she opened her eyes, just a slit, then tilted her head so slightly and so slowly that David would not detect that she was awake. She could see down the length of his body as he lay next to her.
Jamie almost gasped at the sight, but checked herself. Her brother lay on his back, wearing a white T-shirt and nothing else. His underpants were down at his ankles, and David was doing the oddest thing Jamie had ever seen anyone do in her life. He was holding his fleshy dick in his hand and was quickly rubbing the hand opposite Jamie up and down the rigid shaft.
Jamie didn't know what to do. She didn't know what she WANTED to do. At once, she was repulsed by the sight, but oddly, at the same time, the sight of what her brother was doing made her curious and excited.
She watched through the slits of her eyelids, wondering just what David was doing, wondering WHY he was doing it, and wondering how it felt to him. Oddly, as she watched, she became excited in a strange new sort of way. She could feel a stirring between her own legs, and it seemed to be caused by what she could see her brother doing between his.
David's movements quickened on the bed next to his sister. Jamie thought she could hear him make a sound, an odd, excited, moaning sort of a sound. She wanted to lift her head and open her eyes so that she could better see what he was doing.
Then she felt something. David had taken the hand closest to Jamie and suddenly placed it lightly over the mound of her pussy, between her slightly parted thighs.
Jamie could not contain her gasp of shock and surprise, but David seemed not to notice. He continued his rapid cock stroking, skinning the loose foreskin across the large, purplish head of his dick even as he tightened his grip on his sister's pussy mound. Jamie scrambled to her elbows, abandoning all pretense of sleep.
"Wha -- wha --" Jamie tried to form the words, but just then her brother's cock erupted.
"AAHHhhhhhhhh" David gasped as the first wad of cum arched over his bare stomach to impact high on his chest. The second went even farther, a drop of it splattering on his chin, then he loosed a long, steady stream of jizm, covering his T-shirt and stomach with thick ropes of pearly white. "Oh...God...yea..." he moaned, hips undulating, lost in orgasmic pleasure. Jamie was totally speechless, staring in wonder at the sight of her brother's cum spurting penis. Gradually the streams of teenaged sperm slowed to a stop. David gave his cock a few last strokes, then raised his arm and draped it over his face, covering his eyes.
"Ohhhh..." he said, exhaling with a long, quiet sigh, "I needed that."
Jamie finally understood what her brother was doing -- `jacking off' is what her girlfriends called it -- and now that she had seen the act, she didn't quite know what to make of it. She was amazed that David would do something so personal, so intimate in front of her. She was also amazed (and a bit frightened) at how hard her brother had come; the male orgasm seemed so...*powerful*. Could I come that hard, Jamie wondered? And with that thought came the realization that watching her brother masturbate had gotten her really, truly aroused. Oh, she knew about the pleasant, tingly sensation she got when she touched herself between the legs -- but that was NOTHING compared to what she was feeling now; hot and flushed, butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and a sharp, sweet ache where her brother's fingers lay curled around her denim-covered pussy.
"Oh man," Jamie whispered, "are you...all right?"
David slowly uncovered his eyes and grinned. It seems so natural to him, Jamie thought. Does he jack off in front of girls all the time?
"Yeah, I'm all right!" David answered enthusiastically. Then, seeing the look of confusion and uncertainty on his sister's face, added softly, almost apologetically, "Oh, uh -- I'm sorry sis. I didn't mean to wake you, but sometimes I get hard in the morning and I just gotta....you know, take care of myself." He tilted his head, looking at his sister with curiosity, "I mean, you do it too, don't you?" he asked.
"Well, uh...yeah, sometimes. Like in the shower."
"Feels good afterwards, doesn't it?"
Jamie nodded, returning her brother's good-natured grin in spite of herself. God, he really WAS comfortable discussing this.
"Uh, Davie..." Jamie asked, voice soft and hesitant.
"Yeah?"
"Why are you touching me?"
David glanced down the length of his sister's body. His hand was still resting comfortably on Jamie's sex mound, the fingers trailing into the area between her thighs, and Jamie had the distinct impression that David had put his hand there without even really thinking about it. For a long time, he was silent.
"Uh, well..." he finally answered, "I guess I thought that...uh, you know, you'd want to get off too."
More silence. Slowly, tentatively, Jamie pushed her crotch towards her brother's enveloping hand.
"Jamie, I'm a mess. Let me take a showe --"
"No." Jamie was scared, excited, and very, very determined to experience what her brother had. "Do me!" she hissed.
David turned to Jamie and raised his body, supporting himself on one arm as he lay on his side. He smiled into her eager, curious expression for a moment and then looked down her warm, budding body to where his hand cupped his sister's pussy mound.
Jamie felt a thrill as he squeezed her there, the pressure and electric feeling causing her to open her legs a little for him.
"Ohhh," the sound whistled out between her lips.
"Jamie, I..." he hesitated, a look of odd embarrassment on his face.
"What?"
David looked down at the strip of mattress between them. "I don't really know how to get a girl off," he admitted.
Jamie sighed in excited exasperation.
"You don't know how?"
"Well," he started, "I never really...touched a girl...down there before."
"Well, you were touching ME."
"Yeah, I know," he replied sheepishly.
Jamie sat up and looked into her brother's face for a moment, and then with both hands, reached down and grasped the waistband of her shorts. Lifting her ass from the mattress, she pulled her pants down and off of her. David saw the alluring, newly grown, tuft of dark pubic hair at his sister's crotch as she pulled her white pants down over her rounded hips and then worked them off her legs and lay back.
Jamie looked up into his astonished expression for a moment and then said, "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Do me. Do me like you did yourself."
"How? There's nothing to jack on," he said as he looked down at the fuzzy mound of his young sister's naked pussy.
Jamie snorted impatiently. "Look," she said, laying back and placing her middle finger gently down into the cleft between her pussy lips.
David watched as the tip of her finger sank down between the soft-looking, down-covered pillows of her sex.
"You just do this," she explained as her brother watched her begin to gently move the tip of her finger around between the soft pillows of pussy in a slow, circular motion, as if she were rubbing some special spot in there.
David watched her diddle herself for a few moments, seeing the muscles of her legs tense as her finger worked in the crack of her sex, the same way his leg muscles tensed when he jacked on his cock. He looked up at her pretty face and saw that her eyes were closed and she had an odd look of concentration on her features.
"How does that feel?" he whispered to her.
"Good," she dreamily answered and then opened her eyes, "but it would feel better having another person do it to me."
Jamie stopped her masturbating and reached over and took her brother's hand, pulling it down to the soft hair between her open legs.
"You do it," she instructed.
David gently worked his middle finger into the tight space between his sister's soft pussy lips. He was surprised that it was so wet and slick between the dainty mounds as he felt his finger slide easily around.
Jamie gasped and closed her eyes as David's finger made contact with the hard little knot, just down inside her slit, and he watched her legs tense again and her toes curl. He knew that he had found her sensation spot. It must be the same thing as that receptive, sexually ticklish place he had just under the head of his penis.
"Yes!" he heard her whisper and saw the muscles of her flat stomach tighten. "That's it. Rub me there, David. Gently though."
David began to swirl his slickened fingertip around on that soft knot of flesh, watching his sister work her pussy back up to meet his finger and hearing the breath whoosh from her lips and nose as he did it. He could hear a nasty, slick, wet sound coming from her pussy as he worked his finger in it. "Ohhhh, yes!" she whispered loudly.
In spite of her excitement, David pulled his finger from his sister's warm, furry crotch and looked at it. It was moist with clear, thick sexual fluid. He put it to his nose and sniffed it excitedly. It smelled like a spicy mixture of old pee and feminine sweat, but there was something else about the heady odor of his sister's most intimate area. Something about the enticing fragrance of girlish pussy that made his spent cock go suddenly strong and rigid as a pipe again.
"What are you doing?" Jamie asked, looking up at him, red-faced, her voice a mixture of both impatience and embarrassment.
"I wanna see it," David answered as he hastily scrambled to his knees. Leaning low over Jamie's stomach, he planted an awkward kiss just above her pubic fuzz (once again catching the enticing aroma of his sister's sexual scent) then, reversing himself on the narrow bed, pressed his feet against the far wall. David wrapped one strong arm around his sister's leg, holding it still as he lay his head gently on the exposed thigh, then with trembling fingers, reached over and spread the lips of his sister's pubescent pussy.David was transfixed, gazing in awe at the moist, pink flesh of Jamie's vulva. Her clitoris was clearly exposed; the small bud poking out from its fleshy hood. Further down, David could make out his sister's vaginal opening, then the skirt of flesh that widened into her ass cheeks, then finally, almost lost in the shadow, the dark red rosebud of her anus.
"David!" Jamie moaned impatiently.
"Oh...uh, yeah." David suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He hunched over a bit more, bringing his face within inches of his sister's sex, then hurriedly placed his middle finger between her parted lips and resumed stroking.
"Mmmmmmmm...doitdoitdoit" Jamie groaned, her thigh muscles tightening against his cheek as she rotated her hips. The spicy sex-scent of Jamie's pussy was deep in his nostrils, and as his fingertip circled her clitoris, he opened his mouth, exhaling onto her ultra-sensitive flesh.
"Oh Davie, I'm almost there..." Jamie whined.
David could no longer control himself; pulling his finger from her furrow, he wrapped both hands firmly around Jamie's ass cheeks and dragged her pussy to his waiting, hungry mouth.
"DAAAVVVVIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!!!"
Jamie screamed in ecstasy, clutching her brother's thighs as she came. The orgasm was overwhelming -- it was as if her insides were being slowly shattered. David kept his mouth glued to Jamie's frantically bucking crotch, sucking her pussy lips, flicking his tongue rapidly against her clitoris, prolonging as best he could his sister's sweet agony. His mouth was filled with Jamie's tangy secretions, but David didn't care; in his passion he was willing to drink his sister dry, slurp up every last drop of her juices. He pushed his tongue-tip hard against her vaginal entrance, wanting desperately to enter the core of his sister's sex. The opening was clamped shut, however, and as Jamie uttered her last feeble gasps of pleasure, David gave up. Slowly, reluctantly, he released his grip on his sister's ass then allowed his head to fall backwards onto the bed.
For a long while both kids lay still, panting heavily, not saying a word. It was only the sound of their father, flushing the toilet in the bathroom, that caused them to jump from the bed and pull up their underwear. Wordlessly, they went about the morning routine of getting dressed for the day.
That evening, Jamie went to bed early. She didn't wear her usual shorts and T-shirt. She put on her lacy, black panties and a short, sexy, red camisole top that used to be her mother's. Looking in the mirror, Jamie could plainly see the evident curves of her budding body. The slight space between the lacy top and her bikini panties revealed the roundness of her hips and the narrowness of her waist where she had looked so boyish before. She also noticed that her breasts almost (but not quite) filled the sexy bra she wore. Heartened by the sight of her body, Jamie spent even more time in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and pinching her cheeks to give them a red blush. She then scampered into bed and lay waiting for David, her heart beating fast and a strange yearning in her vulva that she had never experienced before.
An hour went by, as she lay in the dark, but David didn't come.
When she had gone up to bed, her father and David were watching a movie on TV. She was sure that she had let her brother know she was going to bed.
Where was he? Wasn't she obvious enough?
Jamie suddenly felt an odd ache in her chest.
She got up from her bed and walked, in the darkness, to David's room. She could tell from the silence that everyone had gone to bed.
Why had David rejected her? she wondered as she reached for the doorknob to his room. She could feel the wet trickle of a tear as it dripped down her left cheek.
Jamie slowly opened the door to her brother's room.
The dim light from the window lit the figure of her brother as he lay in his bed, on his back, with his underpants off and his legs apart. She could hear him pant and see the blur of his hand as he masturbated urgently on his large, hard penis. For a long while Jamie stood there, wide-eyed and silent, watching her brother masturbate.
"David?" she whispered, trying desperately to keep the ache out of her voice. Jamie had never, ever felt so utterly worthless -- or alone.
For a split second David froze, then he became a flurry of motion as he grabbed the bedsheet and frantically yanked it over his exposed crotch. "Hey! Ever hear of knock--" he yelled, but then he suddenly realized that the negligee-clad figure standing in the doorway was his sister. "Huh?" he voiced in confusion, and then for the longest time David just stared; bedsheet in one hand, penis in the other, his eyes glued to his sister's ripe, young body.
"Oh, Jamie..." he whispered in awe, "you're gorgeous."
Never in all her life had Jamie heard such sweet words. She wanted to yell, jump up and down, scream at the top of her lungs. HE STILL WANTS ME!!! The rush of emotion was so intense her legs started buckling; she grabbed the doorjamb for support.
"Why...why didn't you come!?" Jamie cried at last, her voice echoing both joy and puzzlement.
David propped himself up onto his elbows. "Jamie, I...I..." he stopped, then shook his head. "C'mere," he growled.
Jamie stumbled to the side of the bed then dropped to her knees. David rolled onto his side and Jamie, having laid her head on the mattress, found herself staring straight into her brother's big, dark eyes.
"Jamie," David's voice was soft, almost pleading, "look. We can't be doing this -- it's not right. I mean...you're my *sister* for cryin' out loud. I'll get us both in trouble or--"
"Why?" Jamie interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Why ain't it right?" Jamie asked, voice soft and defiant.
David stared at his sister in disbelief. "Dammit, Jamie!" he exploded, "I'm supposed to take care of you and protect you, not--"
"But I liked it," she interrupted again. Then, softly: "and you did too, didn't you?"
Silence.
"Ahhhhh, Jamie!" David groaned, putting his hands over his face.
A part of Jamie wanted to make her brother pay for not coming to her bed, but even as she wished that she realized that David was feeling just as miserable as she had earlier -- maybe even more so. Jamie knew, without question, that he wanted to fuck her. Well...maybe not fuck, but he certainly wanted a repeat of that morning; but instead of jumping her bones David was trying to talk himself (and her) out of it! He was trying to do what he thought was right, trying to be the best brother he could be -- and it only made Jamie want him even more. Slowly Jamie got to her feet, standing over her brother as he lay curled in the bed.
"I turn you on, right?" she asked.
Slowly, hesitantly David dropped the hand covering his face and looked up at his sister. "Uh, well, I...uh...yes," he finally admitted. "I mean, ever since you got your ti-- I mean your breasts."
"That's okay. So you like my boobs, huh?" Jamie smiled seductively.
David nodded his head.
With deliberate slowness, Jamie peeled the camisole top over her head, dropped it on the bed, then reached one hand behind her back. David heard a muffled 'snap', then watched open-mouthed as the loose-fitting bra fell away from his sister's chest. Jamie shook her shoulders, allowing the straps to fall down her arms. Grabbing the flimsy material, she casually tossed the bra aside, then with open palms Jamie cupped her firm, luscious, teenage breasts; one in each hand.
"There, all yours," she said quietly.
David pushed his face to his sister's chest, feeling the soft, fleshy mounds against his cheek as he kissed her chest and then her hard left and then right nipple.
"Ohhh," Jamie gasped as she gripped his shoulders.
As her brother suckled her breasts, Jamie felt his hand push down into her panties and down to her vulva.
She didn't hesitate to open her legs a little and give him room to explore her most private area as she thrilled to the sexual effects of his mouth on her nipples.
David seemed to be overtaken by a lustful frenzy as he sucked his little sister's sweet breasts and pushed his finger deep into her dripping vagina, feeling her soft hair against his knuckles.
He wrapped his free arm around her soft, thin waistline and hauled her onto the bed so that she was laying in front of him with her crotch in front of his face.
Removing his finger, and smelling the sharp spiciness of her female fragrance, David pulled her silken panties down her legs and pushed his face between her thighs, thrilling to her sexual scent as he mashed his mouth against her soft vulva and thrust his tongue between her labia to taste her sweet, syrupy juices.
Jamie gasped loudly again as her brother took her sexually with his mouth and tongue. It was the most thrilling sensation she had ever experienced; her brother's face between her thighs and that hot tongue lapping at her clitoris. She wanted to think about how dirty it was... the thing that David was doing to her. But the immense, sexual urge in her was too great and she pushed her upper body to his, feeling his warm, lower belly on her breasts and the tickle of his pubic hair on her cheek.
Opening her eyes, Jamie could see her brother's erect penis and hairy balls right in front of her face while, all the while, she felt the thrills that his mouth was generating in her throbbing vulva.
Dreamily, Jamie began to kiss her brother's hard, warm shaft; she heard his gasp (and felt it at her crotch) as she kissed the sensation-charged head of his penis.
Propelled by her lust, Jamie licked the head of David's penis and felt it lurch against her lips as she did so. Then, without thinking about anything except the sensations of David licking her vulva, Jamie opened her mouth and took David's penis between her lips and began to suck.
"Awwww!"David squealed into his sister's wet pussy as he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf his rod. He began to lick and suck her with a fury even as he felt her return the sexual favors with her lips and tongue.
As the tempo of their sexual activity increased, Jamie sensed David's penis releasing a sweet, slippery fluid into her mouth. She delighted in its taste as she licked and sucked him more urgently and wrapped her arms around his buttocks to hold him to her. She could feel herself at the edge of climax and she felt she had to hold onto him to keep from losing herself in the feeling.
As his tongue motions took her to the brink and just before he made her body tumble into the abyss of total pleasure, Jamie felt her brother stiffen against her and hold her tightly as his penis began to forcefully spurt a thick, bitter-tasting, milky liquid into her mouth.
Jamie didn't care because, just after the first spurt, she began to climax herself.
It was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, and she was propelled through it by her brother's licking tongue and the tempo of the throbs of his rigid cock as it shot streams of sperm into her sucking mouth. Jamie, in the throes of her climax, swallowed each spurt greedily until both she and her brother were totally spent and laying together, panting on the bed.
It was Jamie who finally broke their mutual embrace, letting her brother's gradually softening cock slip from between her lips as she rolled over. The orgasm had left her weak and drained, and apparently David was the same way -- he was flat on his back beside her, completely motionless, eyes closed. Slowly Jamie sat up, then awkwardly (her legs didn't feel like working at all) she scooted around so she could lay next to him, resting her head on his pillow.
"Davie?" she asked quietly.
David opened his eyes and stared into his sister's face. Jamie's lips glistened, shiny with his cum, and a line of semen trailed from one corner of her mouth down to her jawline. He watched, completely mesmerized, as his sister scraped the last of his jizm from her face. Jamie stared in fascination at her cum-slicked fingers then, slowly and hesitantly, she wiped the sperm off onto her chest.
"Oh Jamie, I'm so sorry," David pleaded.
"Huh?" Jamie's voice was slow and thick.
"I came...you know...in your mouth. I'm sorry."
"No, no -- it's all right," Jamie replied, soothing her brother's agitation.
"But..."
"Hush." Jamie cut him off with a shake of her head. "It doesn't taste all that bad -- honest. Besides...I *wanted* you to cum. It makes me feel...I don't know...like a woman, I guess."
David looked questioningly at his sister. "Even in your mouth!?"
Jamie managed a smile. "Well, I hadn't exactly planned on that part, but so what? In fact..." Jamie paused, and David watched as her smile turned into a shy grin, "...I, uh...well, I kinda like this sex stuff."
"Oh Jezzzz," David's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Well, what's wrong with it, huh? I mean, can't we have fun and love each other and maybe even make each other cum?"
David shook his head. "Jamie, I can't! I mean, what am I supposed to do -- go around all the time asking you for blow jobs?!"
"Well..." Jamie reasoned, "...how 'bout some of the time. Pick your night of the week. I'm available."
"Jamie, I'm serious!"
"So am I."
The two siblings stared at each other; Jamie with her playful, yet serious grin, David in shock and bewilderment. Yes, Jamie knew that her brother was very uncomfortable with the idea, but she also knew that he was a male. Specifically, a horny teenage male whom (at that moment, at least) she had total control over. Quickly Jamie shifted position; draping her leg over her brother's pelvis, she rolled over, trapping David's left leg between her thigh as she lay half on, half off of him. David's cock was resting beneath her hip, and as she started rotating her hips, her brother's sex began to stiffen.
Jamie's smile widened.
"Hey, let's do it," she breathed.
"Oh shit," David moaned, soft and low.
"C'mon, big brother," Jamie urged. The playfulness in her voice was gone. She had meant just to tease him, get him ready for another round of oral sex, but as soon as she felt David's leg pressing hard against her pussy and clit she knew that she wanted -- no, *needed* -- more than that. She needed her brother's long, hard dick as deep inside her as she could get it.
"I'm ready," she half groaned, half whined the words into David's ear. The ache in her pussy was intense, overwhelming. "I'm ready...!"
"NO!"
"Pleeeeeeessssee..."
David did the only thing he could think of. Reaching down, he jammed his hand between his leg and his sister's gyrating crotch; clutching at his sister's tender pussy mound, he covered her wet, open slit with his fingers, then slid the middle one into her tight tunnel, running it up to the palm. Jamie gasped. Rocking herself back onto her brother's pussy-clutching hand, she straddled her brother's hips, spreading herself as wide as she could; in response she felt a second finger sink far into her vagina.
"OhMyGod...fuckme...ohfuck," Jamie babbled into the side of her brother's face as David pounded his twin digits deep into her body, stretching her cuntal walls. Jamie bucked wildly -- at first grinding her pussy mound against his palm then, when she felt David's erection brush against her stomach, trying to pull herself off. David wouldn't let her go though, he kept grabbing her by the ass to pull her back down! She was trapped, impaled on her brother's fingers! Again she tried, but now his thumb was in the act, circling just above her mons. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, the sensation of her brother's fingers wiggling back and forth deep inside her vagina was simply too much, and when David's thumb finally connected with her clit, it drove her over the edge.
"Oh FUCK!" Jamie cried as her orgasm hit -- full force.
David felt pain -- the pain of his sister's fingernails digging into his shoulders. Stifling his own cries, he braced himself against the bed and let Jamie cum long and hard on his hand, shrieking and yelling. She practically bucked herself off of his body. Finally, with a long wail into his ear, Jamie collapsed, spread eagle over his body, utterly exhausted.
It must have been a good five minutes before Jamie stirred, lifting her head from her brother's chest. Her eyes were small slits of lust and anger.
"Damn you," she pleaded, "will you *please* take my cherry."
"I won't -- not without some protection."
"Davie, I don't care, I just gotta--"
"No. I love you too much to get you pregnant."
Jamie dropped her forehead to his chest. For a long while she was silent.
"I get it," she replied at last, her voice a mixture of sarcasm and resignation, "I hate you now, but feel really grateful in the morning, right?"
"Somethin' like that," he replied, gently.
"OK. I hate you." Jamie said, but even as she spoke David was wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, enveloping her body in a tight, loving embrace. With a long, ragged sigh, Jamie buried her face into the crook of David's neck.
"You're hard again, aren't you?" she finally asked. David stared down at his erection. It was throbbing in time to his heartbeat.
"Yes."
"Uhhh...should I do something about it?"
"If you still want to."
For a long while Jamie did not move. Then, with a small, sad smile (to herself, mostly) she slithered down her brother's body, pulled his cock to her face, and opened her mouth...
In the three years since that night, David had been true to his word. Although he had made love to his sister many, many times, not once had he done it without a condom. | null | null | Collections/stm/ho-hum_but_not_dull/Stephen_Peters_-_A_Brothers_Love.txt |
1,663 | RomeoWriter | The Fire Inside | "Please don't answer that," I begged of her. "You know I have to, David. Come on, let go of me," my wife replied impatiently. I reluctantly released her and let her withdraw my penis. I already knew who it was. The hospital needed her for an emergency, and I would once again be left with nothing but two overused hands.
She hung up the phone and rushed to get ready. "I'm sorry, honey. They need me. I'll only be an hour or two." My response was bitter, "Just go, Heidi, I'll spend another romantic evening with myself." Heidi scowled at me and walked out of the room without saying a word. Maybe I was too harsh with her, but my needs constantly took a backseat to her busy career. I was so disgusted with her that I was glad she was gone.
I heard the door to the garage slam shut, and in a moment, she was on her way to the hospital. I lay there, still aroused from the feel of her soft, supple body. She had been riding me oh so slowly and teasingly before she got the call. Those big breasts and long brown hair dangled in my face. Whenever this happened, I usually popped in a porno (that she refuses to watch with me) and took care of myself, but lately that only served to depress me more than it did to satisfy.
Frustrated beyond words, I threw on a robe and went down the hall to check on Casey, our daughter. We had just put her to bed before we started to make love, and I hoped to calm down by looking in on her, but something went wrong. My mistake that night was not jerking off before I left the room to attend to other business. Heidi had left me mid-intercourse 3 times this week, and I was probably legally insane with depraved lust caused by sexual deprivation.
I peeked in on Casey through a crack in the door and found her sleeping soundly. She was lying on her side, facing away from me with one leg drawn up. Her pink panties were exposed for me to see. They were an old, worn-out pair that did little to conceal her backside beneath. At the tender age of 11, she was beginning to take a slightly womanly shape, yet she retained most of her physical charm as a cute, little girl. I studied her tender body, visually savoring the sight of her curvy little legs and pink, round bottom. My heart began to throb with guilt and a taboo fascination that was unbecoming of a good father.
I figured I could sit on the edge of her bed and satisfy my curiosity without her ever knowing, and without actually crossing that delicate line. But I figured wrong. She remained sleeping as I gently touched her legs and behind. She was so smooth, like a baby, and very soft when I squeezed her buttocks. She moaned in her sleep and rolled over onto her back.
I could not help myself. I just had to touch those budding breasts until her tiny nipples became erect. The stimulation finally woke her. "Daddy?" she asked, confused and groggy. "It's okay, Hun. I just came to see how you were sleeping," I lied. Casey looked down at her nipples and back over to me. Her eyes were puffy from sleep, and she couldn't figure out what I was doing there.
"Do you want to stay up a little while longer and watch a movie with me?" She slowly sat up and spoke, "I'm tired, where's Mommy?" I told her Mommy was on call, and to wait for me while I went to get the movie. When I returned, she was still sitting, but she had dozed off again. "Come on, Casey, wake up and watch this with me." I nudged her, and she woke with a scowl on her face. It was the same look Heidi had given me just before she walked out the door. I ignored it and popped the tape in her VCR.
The movie opened with a man sitting on a couch talking with a big-busted blonde. The dialogue was terrible, and Casey called me on it. "This is boring, and why is it all grainy like that? You woke me up for this?" I became angry, but simmered myself down and told her to be patient. "Give it a chance, Casey, it just started." On screen, the two bad actors began to kiss and pet each other.
"I thought you didn't like love stories, Dad," she said.
"Sure I do, Hun, just certain kinds of love stories."
Now the actors began to remove their clothes, and within seconds, the beautiful blonde had her lips wrapped around the man's hard cock. Casey was stunned, her mouth dropped open. She didn't even notice that I had a hold of her hand and was about to place it in my lap. She suddenly jerked away. "What are you doing? What is this crazy movie? Is this a porno?!" she yelled.
I took her hand again and held it firmly. I opened my robe and exposed myself to her. "Casey, I want to show you how much fun this can be. You're going to be a woman soon, and you have to learn how to please a man. I don't want you to grow up to be like your mother and be a tease all the damn time!"
"What are you talking about, Daddy?" she asked me in stark confusion.
"I'm sorry for yelling, baby, just trust me, okay?"
She nodded her head and watched me cautiously. She only resisted a little as I placed her soft, little hand at the base of my cock. I immediately began to harden at her touch.
She was a good little girl and stroked me exactly as I instructed her. The porn had become interesting again, with the simultaneous touch of a woman. I planned to cum in her hands and end the night before it went too far, but all logic was replaced with lust. I startled her by suddenly rolling atop of her and pulling her ankles until she was flat on her back. She yelped in surprise and instinctively closed her legs.
"Open up, Casey. I just want to see." But she refused, shaking her head "no". "Dammit!" I yelled in anger. I gripped her ankles and pried her legs apart, revealing a damp set of panties. Casey stopped fighting, but she would not look at me. She was embarrassed that she had become aroused watching a dirty movie.
I reached for her panties and pulled them up to her calves. Then I went for it. Her pussy was tiny, so it took some effort to get my swollen dick into my baby's pussy. It's a good thing she was somewhat moist, because it helped slide and guide me in. After a moment of pushing at the entrance, vaginal resistance gave way, and I accidentally inserted six and a half inches into the tightest virgin pussy I will ever know. Casey inhaled deeply and reflexively.
Her face lit up, her eyes grew wide, and she screeched like hell. I, on the contrary, also inhaled deeply, but for me it was agonizing pleasure. I held the entire length in her tiny twat, allowing the girth to stretch around me. She beat me with her fists and screamed for me to get off her, but that just wasn't going to happen.
I placed her ankles upon my shoulders and leaned in until my chin was on her forehead. She grunted with new pain, feeling the weight of my body fold her in two and pin her painfully against the bed. Now I began to thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of hot, wet, 11-year-old pussy. She could barely struggle, seeing how her feet were almost tucked behind her head. She said, "UH! UH! UH! UH!" as I pounded her lovely, young body into the mattress.
Despite Casey's futile protests, I continued to fuck her as hard as I could. Somehow, she managed the strength to push me a few inches from her and attempted to speak, "Stop it, Daddy! Stop it! Oh, ow! Ow! It hurts!" There was that scowl again, and this time I wasn't going to take it. I jumped off of her and grabbed her by the hair. "Come here, you little cunt!" I bellowed, and dragged her kicking and screaming down the hall to my bedroom.
Heidi came home sooner than expected and heard strange noises coming from upstairs. She hopped the two flights and stopped cold when she saw Casey's damp panties on the floor. She bent down to scoop them up and trotted off towards her bedroom to investigate. She switched on the light and saw nothing but a messy bed and a porn flick playing on the screen. 'What the hell is going on here?' Heidi thought worriedly to herself. Then she heard what sounded like groaning from her own bedroom and raced there, worried that David was in trouble too. She quietly and cautiously peeked around the corner and into the room and almost fainted at what she saw.
She saw me, her husband, standing behind Casey, our precious, young daughter, fucking like two animals. It shocked her how small Casey looked with me viciously fucking her. She stood there, unable to speak or act. I'm not sure how long she had been watching, but I had been pummeling Casey's pretty, little ass for almost 10 minutes when she finally walked in on us.
"You Monster!" she shouted in fury, "you fucking piece of shit!"She was understandably livid and came at me with fists swinging. I pulled out of Casey's ass and grabbed Heidi by the hair just as she got to me and used her momentum against her. She went sailing into the wall at full speed and smacked her head. She fell hard. I picked up Casey and threw her onto the bed and told her to stay put. Heidi was disoriented and trying to stand. I grabbed her hair and pulled back.
"What have you been doing, you asshole?" she asked me.
I replied, "I've been having rough sex with our daughter. As a matter of fact, I just had my cock up her ass before you walked in and ruined everything. Don't believe me? I can prove it, sweetheart." I shoved my dick in her face and fucked her mouth. "Can you taste your daughter's ass on my cock, Heidi? Isn't it good?"
My wife gagged in revulsion and got away from me, but only for a moment. I tackled her to the floor and pinned her, face-down. I pulled her surgical scrubs down to her thighs, exposing the most beautiful MILF ass. I was so in love with her butt, and it was a cruel joke that she never let me go there. But tonight, I was calling the shots because I was fed up with being bossed around by the spoiled women in my life.
Heidi knew what I was up to and screamed in protest, but her cries only excited me more. "You know, if you hadn't been struggling with me, maybe my cock would still be somewhat lubricated, but now you've forced me to work with what I've got." Heidi wiggled around, fighting to be free, but all she could do was jiggle her incredible ass before me. I wanted it so bad I could taste it (no pun intended).
I pushed down between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned as I tried with much effort to insert my dry rod into her resisting asshole. But I was determined to finally have this after 12 years of denial. The head found its way in and Heidi cried out in pain. Now all I had to do was bear down and bury it. "Oh my God!" my pretty wife shrieked. My tool was inserted to the ball sac.
She hated it, I loved it. "Oh god, finally," I said. I tried to pump away at her, but it was so dry that friction prevented much movement. My cock pretty much just stayed completely engulfed as I slammed her hips into the carpet. She was so loud, wordlessly cursing me and crying for help. Tears streamed from her eyes as she wailed in extreme discomfort. I reached my arm around her throat and pulled back, cutting off her oxygen. She fell silent and turned an unhealthy shade of blue.
"Who's the man of the house?" I asked her. She said nothing, and her legs kicked the floor behind us. "Who's the man of the house, Heidi?" I raised my voice to her. I pulled back harder, and pushed my pelvis into her as hard as I could. She tried to speak, but could not. I did, however, see her mouth the words, 'You are.' I was satisfied and released my death-grip on her.
I had been so involved with my wife's behind that I forgot about Casey. I was surprised to find her sitting at the edge of the bed, tracing lazy circles around her little clitty. "Do you like what I'm doing to Mommy, Honey?" I asked her. "I'm not supposed to," she said shyly, but she continued to touch herself.
"Mommy got to taste you, so now it's time for you to see what she tastes like," I said sweetly to my loving daughter. I ordered my wife to strip and sit next to Casey on the bed. I positioned our little girl on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed and instructed Heidi to keep her in place in case she struggled.
I stood over Casey and told her to open her mouth. She did as she was told and allowed my cock into her mouth for the first time. Such a small mouth she has. My cock slid right down her narrow throat, so that I could see the impression it made from the outside. Heidi looked horrified and almost said something, but she kept her mouth shut when I cast a glare in her direction.
I slowly fucked Casey's sweet, innocent, young face with increasing pleasure while her naked mother held her down. "Good girl, Casey, good girl," I told her in praise. I increased the pace, repeatedly ramming my boner down her throat as she began to kick.
Casey gagged violently and even spit up a bit, but I would not show mercy. I loved seeing her belly convulse each time she gagged on her daddy's penis. She was drooling all over herself and trying to push me away. "Dammit, Heidi, hold her!" I yelled at my wife, but she protested, "Maybe she's had enough, David."
I slapped her across the face and repeated myself. Heidi did what she was told and held Casey firm. Casey was fighting for air and turned her head from side to side, but my cock stayed firmly inside her head. I pushed my hips in and out, feeling my balls on her little nose and the swollen head of my dick at the center of her throat. I wanted so bad to end it right there, with a massive load implanted in my daughter's tummy, but there was something that needed to be done.
I reluctantly withdrew from her face and sat her upright on the mattress next to her mommy. I started to stroke myself towards the finish line and I told them to each place a hand on my balls as I built myself up to a fantastic orgasm. They complied with my request and lovingly fondled my nuts. "Heidi, I want you to show our baby girl how much you love her with a nice kiss."
Heidi looked at me nervously, and then my two lovely girls faced each other.
"Yeah, that's it."
Casey was unsure, but her mother showed her how with an erotic mother-daughter smooch. The sight of this incestuous kiss was the straw that broke the camel's back. Frustration, dating back to the early years of this near-celibate marriage, welled up within me.
I had finally done what was necessary to expel this evil energy. Wads of gooey, sticky cream fired from my aching cock and splashed the faces of my two pretty girls. I coated them both in a bath of their father's/husband's cum. They continued to make out until I finished. I stood there exhausted, watching Heidi clean my semen off Casey's face with her tongue.
She licked it off her cheeks, her eyelids and from her chin. Casey followed her mother's example and reciprocated the favor. I think I actually saw Heidi smile when her baby slid her tongue over her face, cleaning up the mess I had made.
"This is just the beginning," I told them, but they weren't paying attention to me. I headed for the shower, leaving two horny girls to themselves.
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1,717 | Leowulf | Christmas Presents | "I'm fine, Lenore." Joseph stared out at the snowy day, the heaps of snow on either side of the newly plowed road, and listened to his sister try to guilt him into coming to her house for Christmas. "I'll close down early, maybe stop by later."
"Love you too, little sister." Joseph rolled his eyes. She was a good kid, but by trying so hard to make him feel better, it just reminded him that he should be feeling sad. "Love you too, bye."
He swept the already clean floor of the Gas 'n' Go. It was not a bad day, actually. Three customers, no robberies. Not too bad for Christmas. Maxine had liked having the shop open on holidays, lots of free time for them to...
The customer, huddled in her overcoat for warmth, was looking about furtively. 'So let her drive off,' thought Joseph irritably. 'Merry Christmas, lady.' He hadn't had many drive-offs. Most of the locals knew him, and most of the tourists wouldn't care about the cost of a fill up. Of course, this lady, with her beat-up car and out-of-state tags, wasn't local and probably not a tourist.
The lady didn't drive off when she was done. Instead, she put the pump away and walked, slanted against the wind, to the store. Joseph noticed her shoes were not shoes, but thongs, 'flip-flops' as he knew them. Just looking at them made his feet cold.
"Merry Christmas!" Joseph said, with some semblance of merriness.
"Same to you," the lady replied, almost shyly. She hesitated in front of the counter.
"12.60 on pump 4?"
"Yes, well," the lady began. Joseph could see she was becoming more uneasy by the moment. He wished she'd just driven off. 'I'm really not in the mood for a Christmas-special sob story,' he thought.
The lady finally steeled up her courage. "I don't really have any money. Rather than just leaving without paying, I wanted to see if I could barter something for this tank of gas." To Joseph's amazement, she removed her wedding band, a healthy chunk of gold, and put it on the counter. "This is pure gold," she said quickly. "My h - my ex-husband paid over $100 for our wedding bands. I'm sure you could pawn it for more than the cost of your gas."
"Put your ring away, lady," Joseph said irritably. "Just get out of here and don't worry about it."
"Please." The lady was close to tears. "I don't want charity, and I won't be needing this any more."
"Give me your purse," the store clerk said gently. 'Why are you even carrying a purse if you have no money,' he thought.
She handed the purse to Joseph. Managing to smile, he opened it, dropped in the ring, and gave it back. "Don't worry about it. Have a Merry Christmas."
"That's nice of you, sir."
"Have a good day."
But instead of leaving, the lady took off her coat and lay it on the counter, next to her purse. Then she walked around to his side of the counter. "Wh-what? What are you--" Joseph stammered. He reached to hit the alarm, but stopped when the lady knelt in front of him.
"This year has been hell, and most of it caused by men," the lady said. "You've been the first man to be nice, truly nice to me in as long as I can remember."
"Look, it's ok." Joseph reached out to the lady, tried to pick her up. "You'll be alright."
But instead of rising, the lady stubbornly knelt in front of him. Joseph was nonplussed when she undid his belt. "I know it's going to be alright," she said, "But you've given me a nicer present than you realize." She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. "Now I want to give you a present."
"You, you--" Joseph tried to think of what to say to defuse this situation. "You don't have to do this," he said lamely.
"I know, Joseph," she said. "That's what a present means."
The lady pulled down his pants and underwear. Joseph might not have known what to do, but his penis did. It was already becoming erect. She stroked it, gently awakening it to its full 6-inch glory. Then she slipped it into her mouth. His penis throbbed in response to the touch of her tongue, the warm wetness of her mouth. Joseph gasped as she sucked the whole of his member into her mouth.
The lady let his penis slip out of her mouth and, looking up into his eyes, she licked it, up one side and down the other, like a lollipop. This she did a couple of times, her eyes smiling mischievously in response to his shocked expression. Then she turned her full attention to his penis, sucking it into her mouth, letting it slip back out, massaging it with both hands and her tongue. Then when it swelled in preparation for coming, she slipped his member back all the way into her mouth, sucking hard.
Joseph's whole body shuddered as he came in the lady's mouth. He gasped repeatedly for air as she sucked harder, not letting go until after his penis stopped throbbing in orgasm.
Then she stood, walking back around the counter, leaving Joseph standing there, his jeans still around his ankles, his penis wet and shiny from her ministrations. As she put her coat on, Joseph said impulsively, "I was just about to close and go to my sister's house for dinner. Would you care to join me."
"I don't know you or them," the lady smiled. "And you don't even know my name."
"It would give us a chance to know each other better," Joseph said hopefully. "That is, if you'd like to."
"You're a good man, Joseph." The lady leaned forward, pulled Joseph toward herself and kissed him. "I'd very much like to get to know you better." | null | null | Collections/stm/xmas/Leowulf_-_Xmas_Presents.txt |
1,721 | The Englishman | Christmas Magic | "Now stop making such a fuss. People are looking."
"But I don't want to see him, Mum," protested Penny. "I'm twelve years old now. It's time we both stopped pretending."
The pretty youngster seemed oblivious to the crowd's curiosity, though it was difficult to ignore the jostling throng in the packed shopping mall.
"I didn't say that you had to believe in him," said her mother patiently. "I just want one last Christmas photograph of my little girl with Santa Claus. Is that too much to ask?"
"But I'll feel so silly. I stopped believing in all that Father Christmas stuff years ago."
"So, who do you think brings all your presents, Penny?"
"You and Dad, of course - who else would spend so much money on me?"
"Well, if you don't believe in Santa, perhaps you won't get so much this year," said her mother calmly.
The two walked silently while Penny thought about the implied threat in her mum's words. Even without speaking, Penny was aware of men's heads turning to watch her as she passed. Her slim hips swayed provocatively without her even being aware of the tantalizing motion. Her dark blonde, shoulder-length hair, which gleamed under the bright lights of the mall, emphasized the dark blue almonds of her eyes. Set in a pale, slim face, the dark luminosity of her eyes gave her an impish appearance. She was not conceited, but she was sensible enough to be aware of the effect that she had on the boys and, despite being only twelve years old, she was just recently discovering that older men were not immune to her charms either.
She did nothing to encourage the attention that she received. In fact, it was as much her air of innocence as her waif-like beauty that made her the object of so many men's desires. She was innocent enough not to understand why older men found her so appealing, but there was no doubt that they did.
Penny stopped at the window of the sports shop. She breathed a sigh of relief. They were still there - red leather boots and gleaming blades that reflected the colors of the winking Christmas lights. She'd set her heart on the ice skates and was adamant that they were the only thing that she desired in all the world. Her reflection stared back at her from the polished glass of the shop front, and, in her imagination, she blended the image she could see with the one in her mind. She could see herself in the skates, skimming over the ice, her short white skating skirt flying high to reveal her thighs - knowing in her heart that the admiring glances from the men were as much for the brief revealing glimpses of her panties as for her skating prowess.
"So beautiful," she murmured, lost in the vision of herself as the centre of attention at the ice rink.
"What was that, dear?" said her mother, not really paying too much attention.
"Aren't they the most beautiful skates you ever saw?" said Penny enthusiastically.
Her mother pretended disinterest.
"They look like skates to me," she said in a bored tone.
"They're much more than that. They're just perfect. Please, Mum, say that I can have them."
Her mother smiled mischievously. "You'll have to ask Santa then, won't you?"
Penny's face fell as she realized the implication of her mother's words. If she was to get the skates she wanted, then her mum would have to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was for Penny to visit Santa's Grotto. She thought about it for a moment, but there was no doubt what she would decide. No price would be too high to pay for those skates.
"Okay, you win," said the youngster with a rueful grin. "I guess it won't do me too much damage to visit Santa."
Penny had thought that it would be all over in minutes - a quick pose, standing next to Santa and a photograph. It wasn't a high price to make her mum happy, she thought. She had reckoned without the long line of kids in the queue, which meant she stood self-consciously aware that she stood inches taller than any of the younger children waiting eagerly to see Santa.
The queue shuffled forward slowly, and Penny prayed that none of her school friends passed while she waited. They would tease her for weeks if she was seen lining up with the younger kiddies to see Father Christmas.
Finally, it was her turn.
She entered the darkened grotto, and despite her nonchalance and feeling too grown up for all this nonsense, she felt the same thrill of excitement that she had when she was a lot younger. Even if you don't believe that he is real, even if, like Penny, a girl is simply too grown up for kiddie stories, Santa is still someone very special.
She felt a moment's dizziness as the world seemed to spin, and she thought that she would faint. Then the feeling passed, and she put it down to standing still for too long. Her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the dim light, and she took in the woodland scene that had been so cleverly imitated in the centre of a shopping mall. She had to admit to herself that the store had made a magnificent job of faking an enchanted forest.
A winding, leaf-strewn path lit by fairy lanterns guided the youngster through ancient, gnarled trees. Her eyes widened with enchantment as she began to forget that it was all fake. The tiny elves peering mischievously from behind the trees looked almost real. She could have sworn that as soon as she looked away, tiny figures flitted from tree to tree, but as soon as her gaze fixed on one of them, there was no sign of movement at all.
So intent was she on trying to detect the elves moving that she almost forgot that they were cleverly made models. She reminded herself that there was no such thing as elves or fairies, but the feeling that she was being watched remained. It was the same feeling that she had when she knew that a man was staring at her. Her tummy had the same tingling sensation, and the gentle pulse between her thighs was exactly the same.
She tried to dismiss the feeling - it was normally the prelude to touching the place where she felt so good, but this was hardly the time to do anything about it now. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on anything but the insidious pulse that was making her feel moist between her legs.
She wondered how far she had walked; it seemed an awfully long way - further than she remembered the distance from one end of the mall to the other. She was just reminding herself that there was no such person as Father Christmas when she rounded a tight bend in the path, and there he was. He was seated on a deep, wide couch, a bulging sack of toys on the ground next to him. Penny wondered how a couch had happened to be in the middle of a forest."It's a lot more comfortable than sitting all day on a knobbly log, Penny," said a soft deep voice that seemed to chuckle as it spoke.
Penny stared in astonishment at the white-bearded old man in the red cloak and black boots.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" she gasped. "And how do you know my name?"
The rotund figure shook slightly with invisible laughter.
"I've known you since you were a baby, Penny. You didn't think that I'd forget your name, did you?"
Penny recovered her wits enough to realize that her mum must have given her name to one of the assistants. It was clever the way they passed the names to Santa. The younger kids would think that it was really magic. She was pleased that the store had taken the trouble to do things so well, but she was too old to go along with it.
"Well, I'm not a baby anymore," she retorted, "so it's no use pretending that you're real."
Santa smiled broadly at her.
"I can see that you aren't a baby. You've grown up to be just as beautiful as I thought you would, Penny. You've always been one of my favorites, you know."
For a moment, Penny felt a warm glow at his words. His voice was deep and gentle, and she struggled hard to remind herself that this was just one of the store's employees. He was very good in the role, though.
Santa beckoned her closer and patted the couch next to him. She moved forward slowly and sat down, deciding that there would be no harm in playing along with him. He might be a fake, but there was no reason to be rude or offensive to him.
"So, have you been bad or good this year, Penny?"
"You should know that, if you're really Santa," she said mischievously. "Don't you know everything?"
"Of course I do, but it isn't important what I think. The real issue is whether you think that you've been bad or not."
Penny thought hard about that. It was a neat way of turning the question back onto her. What was she supposed to say? "Yes, of course I've been good; now give me a gift and take my picture so that I can get back to shopping with my mum"? She said nothing, wondering what Father Christmas would think if he really could see into her thoughts. He would know about the delicious feeling that she had experienced as she walked through the woods. Would he consider that bad? She was sure that just thinking about it didn't count, but if he knew that, then he would also know about the times when she was able to do something about the feeling. All those times, alone in her bedroom...
"Well," said Santa jovially, "do you think that you've been good enough to deserve those skates, Penny?"
"What? How did you know about that?"
"I told you, I know everything about you. So you'd better be truthful because I'll know if you aren't," he chuckled.
Suppose he did know everything. He'd know about all the things that she'd done that she did not want anyone to know. Oh god! Imagine if he actually could know everything. He'd know about the paperboy and...and...
She blushed deep red. He would know about Eddie too. All those emails and IMs. Thank goodness this was not real. She was sure that she would die if anyone ever found out about that. Despite her embarrassment, Penny found herself thinking about the sexy stories that Eddie had written for her. She could not help the warm glow that spread from her tummy at the thoughts that filled her mind. She shivered slightly as she remembered the way he had written about kissing her - and not just on her lips either. The way he had described his lips on her thighs, licking and kissing slowly upwards. So gentle and soft, but stirring such wild fires inside her.
She shifted slightly on the couch, feeling herself moisten at the memory of Eddie's tongue nudging insistently at her hot pussy lips. Almost forgetting where she was, her legs parted a little to allow Eddie's tongue to reach her most sensitive spot. She gasped with pleasure, and the sound made her suddenly aware of who was sitting next to her.
"The question is," said Santa's soft voice next to her ear, "do you think that you've been bad or good?"
"I-I don't know," stammered Penny, confused and embarrassed.
"I know it's more difficult to decide between good and bad as we get older, Penny. Things aren't as simple as they used to be, are they?"
Penny nodded silently.
"You're growing up, and all sorts of things are happening to you. Changes in your body and in the way that you think."
Penny nodded again, thinking to herself that it wasn't too difficult to work that out. There was no magic involved there.
"So, you've been good to your mum?"
"I think so - I do try," said Penny softly.
"I know you do, and I also know how proud your mum is of you."
Penny found herself caught up in the fantasy that this strange man actually knew something about her.
"And you work hard at your lessons?"
"Mostly," she replied honestly, thinking of the times that she had spent with Eddie when she really should have been studying.
"All work and no play makes Penny a dull girl," smiled Santa. "You don't have to feel guilty about Eddie."
"I-I don't know..." stammered Penny, blushing crimson.
Santa took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"It's all part of life and growing up, Penny. All perfectly natural."
"Yes, but..."
"No buts - you make your mum happy, and that makes your dad happy. And I know for a fact that you make Eddie happy. Now you have only two more people to make happy, and I reckon that's a good score for one year."
"Who?" said Penny, suddenly worried. "Who else do I have to make happy?"
"Me for a start," said Santa. "I'd feel a lot happier if you believed in me."
"But you aren't real," said Penny, "how can I believe in a made-up person?"
Santa leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, his hand resting lightly on her thigh.
"Did that feel real?"
"Yes, but..."
"But anyone could kiss you, is that it? Doesn't prove that Santa exists, eh?"
Penny nodded, suddenly aware that Santa's hand had moved almost imperceptibly. She wondered if she had imagined it, but then she felt it move again - just an inch, but the direction it was moving in was more important than how much.
"So you have imaginary kisses with Eddie, but he's real. Then you have a real kiss from me and say that I'm imaginary."
Penny laughed and shook her head, "That's just twisting words."
"No, it isn't. What about that lovely feeling that you get when men admire you? Is that real or just in your mind?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered in confusion.
"Yes, you do, Penny. You know exactly what I mean."
Santa's hand crept a little higher on the little girl's thigh. His touch was light but insistent as his fingers stroked her smooth skin just an inch below the hem of her short skirt. Penny held her breath, hardly able to believe that this was happening. Surely Father Christmas wasn't supposed to do things like that. She watched mesmerized as Santa's hand moved slowly but surely upwards. His hand was under her skirt now, caressing and stroking the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her leg, just above her knee.
"I-I think... I should... I mean, my mum will be waiting," she stammered.
"No rush, my dear," he said softly as his hand inched a little further along the young girl's inner thigh.
"W-what are you d-doing," she breathed almost inaudibly.
"Reminding you," he said gently. "You know? That feeling I was talking about - the one you get when men look at you."
Penny caught her breath as his hand pushed a little higher between her legs. She was aware that the feeling had never left her, and now it was growing stronger - stronger even than when she touched herself. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, which seemed to be getting harder and more knobbly with every second. She felt fresh moisture leak from within her vagina and gasped out loud as Santa's fingers reached the most sensitive spot just below the leg band of her brief panties.
She looked down to where Santa's thick wrist had pushed her short skirt to the top of her thighs. She watched intently as his gently caressing fingers stroked the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His fingertip brushed the hem of her panties, and Penny stopped breathing as she waited anxiously for the final step. The finger remained poised, and Penny looked up questioningly into Santa's twinkling blue eyes. He stared steadily back at the apprehensive young girl until her gaze dropped to where his hand was between her thighs.
"I-I really think you should stop," she said anxiously, her voice little more than a whisper.
"Why is that, Penny?" he said softly. "Could it be that you are remembering the feeling that I was talking about?"
Penny blushed deep red, knowing that what she was feeling now was very much stronger than anything she had felt before.
"It isn't my fault," she whispered guiltily, "I don't ask men to stare at me."
"Of course you don't, sweetheart. I know that you're a good girl," he said kindly, "but it feels nice just the same, doesn't it?"
The embarrassed youngster nodded reluctantly.
"And this feels good too, doesn't it?" he murmured, moving his hand the final inch so that his fingertips grazed the soft swelling beneath her panties.
Penny nodded, unable to speak.
"Nothing wrong or bad about that," said Santa, his fingertip resting gently against her panties. "It's the most natural thing in the world for a girl to feel good when she's touched there."
She inhaled sharply with surprise as he pressed gently into the soft swelling between her legs.
"No - you mustn't. Please don't touch me there," she whispered weakly.
"Doesn't it feel good when I do that?" he asked in a soft voice that seemed to challenge her to deny it.She shook her head no, but her lips whispered "yes" so softly that it was barely audible.
Penny gasped aloud as she felt his fingers trace a line along the moist cleft of her vagina. Nobody had ever touched her there. She'd talked about it and fantasized with Eddie about all sorts of things, but nobody had ever really touched her there - not even the paper boy who would have loved to if she had ever invited him in. She would never do that, though - she had seen how worked up he was when she left her curtains open and allowed him to watch her as she danced naked in her bedroom. She had even played with herself, knowing that he was watching through the window.
The memory of the paperboy and the sensations that Santa's fingers were causing made her wetter than ever. She shifted her bottom slightly on the rough, hard surface of the couch, hoping that Santa would not notice how wet her panties were.
"It's a bit hard, isn't it?" said Santa.
"W-what?" said Penny, wondering what he was talking about.
She knew what Eddie meant when he said that, but surely... No, he must mean something else. The thought of Father Christmas with a hard cock was too much to believe. The thought of Father Christmas with any kind of cock was something she had never thought about before.
"The log," said Santa gently, an amused smile tugging at his lips.
Penny looked and was astonished to see that the couch was indeed a log.
"It looks very scenic, but it's a bit hard on your bum after a while, isn't it?"
Penny nodded, too relieved that he wasn't talking about his cock to wonder what had happened to the couch. Then his words suddenly made her realize there was nothing to feel relieved about. She was sitting here with Santa's hand under her skirt. He was touching her vagina and...
"I really don't think you should be doing this," she whispered nervously.
Santa smiled at her and carried on talking as if she hadn't spoken.
"Hop up here," he said genially, patting his knee with his free hand. "It's a lot more comfortable than a hard tree trunk."
Penny opened her mouth to object, but Santa placed a gentle finger over her lips.
"Come on, try it," he said. "All the children sit on my knee."
Almost in a trance, Penny felt herself move. She didn't want to - she wasn't a child, but then she was fairly sure that Santa knew that already. She didn't remember climbing onto his lap - one moment she was sitting next to him, and the next moment she was there. His hand never moved from between her legs, but somehow she was sitting on his lap, and his fingers were as busy as ever, stroking her wet pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. She sat facing him, her slim legs either side of his. Her short skirt had ridden up to reveal her thighs, and Penny was acutely aware that if he looked, he would be able to see to the tops of her legs.
"You shouldn't be doing this to me," she whispered without much conviction. "It isn't right."
Despite her protest, Penny's breathing was growing deeper as the delicious feeling between her thighs grew. She whimpered softly and was unable to stop her hips pushing forward slightly, pressing her virgin pussy against Santa's teasing fingers. Santa responded by slipping his finger under the leg band of her panties. Penny felt him stroke delicately along the bare flesh of her sensitive pussy lips. She trembled violently as his finger eased carefully between the slippery folds of her vagina and began a slow rhythmic caressing movement.
Penny held his wrist and made a weak effort to stop him, but her strength was as sapped as her determination. Her feeble grip relaxed, and she watched, mesmerized as her small hand, resting lightly on his wrist, moved in time with the slow caressing motion of his hand.
Santa smiled benignly at her as he moved his finger up the moist slit of her young pussy and made the merest whisper of a contact with her tiny clitoris.
Penny gasped out loud at the rush of electric pleasure that seemed to lance from the tiny nub of erect flesh. Her breathing was fast and deep as the wonderful, intense feeling in her tummy blossomed outwards and suffused her body in its delicious ecstasy.
Even if she had wanted to, the innocent youngster could do nothing to stop the waves of pleasure that surged through her nervous system. She moaned softly as her supple hips pressed forward against the delicate pressure of his fingers on her quivering little clitoris. His fingers moved back each time she pushed forward, keeping the same tormentingly light pressure that was stimulating the most sensitive nerve endings in her trembling body. Her eyes looked up into his, pleading with him.
"Please," she whispered almost inaudibly, not knowing in her own mind if she was begging him to stop or continue.
Santa's free hand edged its way along the outside of her thigh, caressing with the same slow rhythm as his fingers were playing on her clitoris. His hand kept moving, past the soft swell of her hips and stopped at the waistband of her white cotton panties. Penny gasped and held her breath, knowing before he even moved that he was going to remove her panties. She wanted to resist him, but as his fingers grasped the thin elastic and began to tug firmly downwards, she found herself raising her bottom slightly from his lap to allow him to slide them down her legs.
She watched numbly as her panties seemed to fall away, and then they hung suspended on one slim ankle until she shook her foot and allowed them to drop to the ground. Then her panties were forgotten as Santa slipped his finger down along the open cleft of her pussy until he found her virginal opening. Penny shook uncontrollably as he insinuated the very tip of his finger into her tight little vagina. She cried out softly at the sudden invasion of her virginal passage, and her little pussy clasped the tip of his finger tightly as it slid teasingly back and forth a tantalizing inch inside her.
Santa's other hand was busy again, unfastening the buttons that held his red tunic closed. Penny watched as the buttons popped open one by one, but she no longer cared - all she could think about was the exquisite sensation that funneled through her little cunt to every nerve ending she possessed. So distracted was she by the turbulent feelings that were setting her on fire, she scarcely registered what her eyes were seeing as Santa loosened his belt and opened his trousers. A small part of her mind knew what he was doing - he was freeing his... his...
"Oh my God!" she breathed hoarsely as she caught her first sight of a man's erect penis.
She stared incredulously at the swollen shaft of pulsing manhood. Her eyes took in every detail of the thick, quivering hardness. To the little girl's eyes, it was impossibly large, and the bulbous head, scarlet and glistening with Santa's precome, was even thicker.
She allowed him to take her limp hand and place it on the hot, throbbing pole of male flesh. Her hand tingled at the touch, and she felt her little cunt clasp Santa's gently fucking finger even more tightly. He curled her unresisting fingers around his hard penis and encouraged her small fist to move up and down in a slow rhythm that matched his own gentle fucking of her tight vaginal passage.
Her hand continued to move of its own volition when he released it, and he moved his own hand to beneath her firm little bottom. Penny knew what was coming next as he drew her small body closer to him. Her lower body slid slowly towards where her little hand was slowly pumping Santa's cock. The head of his cock was pointing straight at her cunt. She knew...
She moaned with disappointment as his finger slowly withdrew from inside her, and she moaned again, anxiously this time, as the head of his cock nudged the bare lips of her dripping cunt. Her hand was still moving in an automatic pumping motion on Santa's cock as he guided the swollen end between the smooth, plump lips of her vagina.
He held her small hand in his, encouraging her to continue as he slipped the massive dome of his cock up and down between the soft folds of her little cunt. The pressure of her pumping motion and the sliding friction between his cock and her tiny cunt made her forget everything except that if the incredible feeling didn't stop soon, she would explode.
She was moaning helplessly - incoherent pleas for the feeling to stop when she felt the bloated head of his penis slide down to the tiny opening hidden between her vaginal lips. Her breathing stopped for a heartbeat as she felt the solid flesh of his cockhead dock with precise accuracy against her tiny cunt hole. Her breath escaped in an explosive gasp as Santa pushed the bulbous end of his swollen penis against the narrow entrance to her vagina. She shook her head in sudden panic as the reality hit her of what he was trying to do. She had known from the moment he unbuttoned his tunic, but that was knowing in her mind - this was really happening to her body.
"I don't want to do this," she whimpered in fear as he pushed harder, trying to enter her.
The helpless young girl cried out softly as she felt his hardness pressing against the resistance of her virginal opening. He pushed again, much harder, and the frightened youngster felt herself stretch under the pressure as Father Christmas sought admission to her young body.
She tried to say no as she felt herself stretching to accommodate the bulbous head of Santa's erection, but it was already too late. The pressure on her reluctant opening gradually increased, and she felt the swollen tip of his penis begin to enter her, slowly expanding her vaginal entrance to accommodate its girth. Penny felt a brief sharp pain as Father Christmas thrust harder and penetrated her tight passage another inch.The pain was gone in a moment, but despite her naive innocence, she knew that she was no longer a virgin.
None of the fantasies she had imagined about how it would be the first time had included the unbelievable reality that Father Christmas would be the one to take her virginity. She felt a brief pang of regret that she would never be the same again, but the thought was lost as his cock slid effortlessly into her wet and slippery young cunt, filling and stretching her velvet-soft vaginal passage as he penetrated her completely.
She whimpered softly as her aching cunt adjusted to the massive thickness that filled her to the core. Santa held himself inside the young girl, not moving, as he gave her a moment to get used to the invasion of her innocent little pussy. Penny could feel his pulse beating inside her vagina as his swollen cock throbbed passively inside her. She knew that it wasn't possible that he had actually put it inside her, but there was no denying that it was true, and she was amazed at how easily it had happened.
When he began to move within her, fucking her virgin passage with gentle care, she cried out as the waves of pleasure returned and rocked through her slim body.
The young girl began to moan with pleasure, and her hips rocked rhythmically upwards to meet his engorged penis each time it thrust back into her.
She had no control over what was happening to her, but her young body needed no guidance as it moved gracefully in time with Santa's thrusting penis. She clutched wildly at open air as she felt the incredible sensation building to heights that her even imagination could never have envisaged. Her tiny fist closed tightly on the heavy fabric of Santa's tunic as she felt his body tense and stiffen beneath her. Penny knew, at that moment, that he was about to come inside her.
His soft white beard tickled and caressed her face as he crushed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue forward between her lips. He probed the warm sweetness of her mouth, searching out her tongue with his. His lips pressed bruisingly to hers as he groaned into her mouth. His arms crushed her slim body to his, and Penny tightened her grip on his tunic as he gave a single determined thrust that drove his penis deep into her tight vagina. Her muscles contracted and spasmed in protest at the final brutal invasion of her virgin cunt.
The soft whimper that escaped her throat turned to a sudden scream of ecstasy, and her fingers tore wildly at Santa's tunic, ripping the buttons free as she felt his scalding sperm explode deep inside her and her own orgasm swept through her shuddering body. She shook uncontrollably as spurt after spurt of Santa's semen shot deep into her womb, keeping her orgasm at an incredible peak as it rolled through her, draining her of the last dregs of energy.
Then it was over. She clenched her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt Santa's softening penis slip from inside her, leaving her limp with exhaustion. Penny felt a wave of dizziness and leaned her head into Santa's chest for support. He cradled her gently as her eyelids drooped, and she murmured a faint sound of contentment.
She wasn't sure if she had dozed off, but she was disturbed by Santa reaching his arm around to the side and pulling a wrapped gift from his sack. Penny took the gift and offered her puckered lips for a kiss.
Father Christmas kissed her gently and whispered in her ear, "So, do you believe in Santa now, Penny?"
"I believe in what just happened," she whispered, "but how do I know that any of it was real?"
"Did it feel real to you?"
She nodded, "Yes, but..."
"So would you rather believe what you see or what you can feel?"
"What's the difference?" she asked, puzzled that Santa would want to discuss things like that after what had just happened.
"Look down," he said gently.
Penny's gaze dropped to the spot between her legs - the place where, just a few short minutes ago, she had felt Santa pump his thick sperm into her little pussy. There was no sign that anything had happened at all. Disappointed and relieved that there was nothing visible to betray her loss of innocence, she glanced around for her panties. Santa smiled broadly and lifted the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal that she was wearing them.
"But-but what... I mean, how? How did you do that?"
"What do you want to believe, Penny? Is it possible that you imagined it all?"
"No," she said defiantly, "I know what I felt, and it was real. I felt... I felt you... inside me."
"Of course you did, child," he stared meaningfully at her.
"I-I don't understand..."
"You believe what you felt inside you despite what your eyes are telling you."
"I suppose so," she muttered reluctantly.
"The only real things are what's inside you - what you feel. The spirit of Christmas is inside you just as much as it's always been, and that's where Santa Claus lives. Goodness and kindness are real things, and they're made real once a year in me."
Penny nodded slowly, seeing what he meant.
"So you're only real to people who feel goodness and kindness?"
"You've got it," said Santa proudly. "Just that, occasionally I have a very special person who needs to feel a little more than that."
"So, I guess I must believe in you then," said Penny, suddenly feeling happier than she had for weeks.
She stood up, ready to go. "Mum will be wondering where I am. I've been here for ages."
"Don't worry about that. How do you think I manage to visit so many children all in one night?"
Penny grinned happily, "Magic?"
Santa just smiled at her happy face.
A thought struck the youngster as she turned to go.
"You said I had two more people to make happy. Who's the other one?"
Santa laughed out loud and pointed at her. "Who do you think, Penny?"
She grinned and threw her arms around him. She kissed him hard and whispered in his ear.
"Happy Christmas, Santa. See you next year?"
Santa nodded, "Any year that you look for me, Penny, I'll be here."
She made her way along the winding pathway towards the exit. Her eyes still darting about to catch sight of one of the elves, still wondering how much of what had happened was real. Of course, Santa hadn't really fucked her - he'd just wanted her to feel him inside her.
Her mother was waiting by the cash desk at the exit.
"So was it really so terrible," she asked.
"No, it was wonderful," said Penny dreamily, and the radiant smile on her face confirmed her words.
"You look as if you're feeling the Christmas spirit inside you already."
"Oh, I have... I mean, I am," said Penny with a satisfied grin.
Her mother pointed to the gift-wrapped package that Penny was holding, "Aren't you going to open it?"
"I don't need to," said Penny happily, "I already know what's inside."
"You do?"
"Of course," Penny shrugged carelessly, "It's my ice skates."
"I don't think so," said her mother, amused at her daughter's naïveté. "Those skates cost a hundred times the entrance fee to Santa's grotto. The store would go broke if it gave everybody gifts like that."
Penny shrugged, unconcerned about the financial aspects.
"Santa doesn't give everyone expensive gifts," she said, knowing that it was true.
"So why would he choose you?"
"Santa told me that, once in her life and only once, every young girl gets a very special gift from him. I'm sure that this was my year."
"Sounds like a good publicity stunt," said her mother approvingly. "I suppose they know what they're doing."
Penny wasn't listening. Her grip tightened unconsciously on something small and hard in her hand. She glanced down at the small black button that was clenched in her fist. Her breath quickened, and her little heart beat faster as she looked back into the darkness of the grotto exit, a look of total wonder on her pretty face.
A tiny face grinned at her from behind a tree. She grinned back happily. The elf winked knowingly and was gone.
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1,852 | Why, to Kay? | "So there I am, right? Three hours late to the fucking hearing because the first one ran long. HesterCon's counsel is sitting there like he wants to slit my throat, and I can tell the judge isn't any happier."
Jack nodded vaguely as he listened to Bill's story about a hearing he'd gone to the previous week, some attempt to lift a bankruptcy stay so their client could file suit against a co-defendant who was in Chapter 11, and thereby get at their liability insurance.
"Never mind that I've been calling all damn morning telling them I was going to be late," Bill droned on. "Never mind that it's not my damn fault Phillip made me attend two hearings thirty miles apart on the same morning. Nothing I could do but stand there and let the judge rip me a new asshole."
Jack took a sip of his beer. Something else had caught his attention. Over Bill's shoulder, beyond another clump of attorneys, he saw a pretty young woman he didn't recognize. She was mid-twenties maybe, shoulder-length blonde hair, athletic figure, standing by herself in a knee-length black cocktail dress, nursing a mixed drink.
The woman saw him staring and smiled at him, very briefly, before looking away again.
"...so then--"
Bill stopped talking and turned around.
"What are you looking at?"
"Who is that girl?"
"Oh. She came with Ray."
Ray was one of the junior partners, a holy terror who enjoyed lording it over new associates like Bill and Jack.
"Girlfriend?"
"Beats me. Probably."
"Why's she by herself then?"
"Ray probably dropped her there to tell everyone about his new Porsche."
"I'm going to go talk to her."
Bill's eyebrows went up.
"Are you nuts? You can't hit on Ray's girlfriend."
"I'm not going to hit on her."
Jack broke away from Bill and got himself a fresh beer from the kitchen. He drifted back toward where the woman was standing until she looked over at him again.
"Hi."
"Hi," she said. She had a smooth, silky voice.
"I've only been with Richards, Bellgarden a few months, but I'm fairly sure you don't work here."
The corners of her mouth curled upwards.
"You gonna throw me out?"
"It's New Year's. I guess not."
"I came with Ray Mitchell. I'm not sure where he is."
"I thought so. How long have you guys been together?"
She smiled again.
"From my perspective, twenty-six years."
Jack's forehead creased in confusion, and she laughed.
"I'm his sister."
Jack relaxed for a moment, exhaling, before considering that hitting on Ray's sister was probably no safer than hitting on his girlfriend.
He extended his hand anyway.
"I'm Jack."
She took it lightly. Her hands were long and slim, her nails unpainted.
"Kay."
"Ray and Kay?"
She smiled again.
"Our parents thought it was cute."
"What brings you here? No other parties to go to?"
"No. I'm a staff writer for 'National Geographic'. I'm only in town for the holidays. Monday morning, I'm getting a flight to Irian Jaya."
"Wow. Where is that?"
"New Guinea. They changed the name a few years ago."
"And you're doing an article for them?"
"About vanishing rain forests and all that. The highlands of Irian Jaya are seriously threatened because of all the logging that goes on there." She paused for a moment, smiling again. "I'm sure you find all this fascinating."
"No, it's all right. I have a subscription to 'National Geographic' myself. Would I have seen anything else of yours?"
"No. This is going to be my first real byline."
Jack checked his watch. Twenty minutes to midnight. Kay saw him do it and stopped in the middle of her story about a trip to Denali National Park in Alaska.
"How much longer?" she asked.
"Twenty 'til."
They had drifted away from the other guests, though Jack had been checking on Ray's location every few minutes.
Kay cocked her head slightly, and an odd look came into her eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you ever spend any time thinking about Y2K when you were a kid, like where you'd be and what you'd be doing?"
"Now and then. What I remember most is thinking how old twenty-eight would be and how far off it seemed."
"Me too. Up until I was a teenager, I imagined myself being married with kids. Then I started thinking about being a travel writer, and I thought I would be somewhere exotic tonight."
She paused, then lowered her voice before continuing.
"And when I was in college, I got this idea about having sex at the precise stroke of midnight. Ringing in the new millennium with a bang and all that, you know?"
Jack tried to nod without betraying the shock and thrill that had just shot down his spine.
"Uh-huh."
"But I broke up with my last boyfriend about six months ago. So it looks like I'm going to be 0-3."
Jack looked into her eyes, seeing that she was just waiting for some comment like "I could help with the last one if you wanted," but he held his tongue.
"I guess a law office is not the most exotic locale for New Years'" he forced himself to say.
She stared at him for a few seconds before laughing, hard enough that she had to lean down onto one knee.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But that isn't what you really wanted to say, is it?"
"Uh."
"I've had too much to drink if I'm telling you things like that."
She took a deep breath and exhaled, folding one arm under her breasts and propping her other elbow on it, then looking away from him.
"You know, I've been bouncing around this idea of seducing someone tonight. It's completely out of character for me, but I keep telling myself that this is the only turn of the millennium I'm going to see."
Jack glanced around, trying to see if anyone was overhearing this conversation. He saw Ray near the far end of the office, blathering on about something Jack was too far away to hear. He looked back at Kay, who was staring at him expectantly.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Um, yeah, sorry. This is just probably not the best place to be talking about something like this."
She bit her lower lip for a second or two, fighting a grin.
"I bet we could find someplace better."
Jack glanced behind them again.
"Uh, it's just that Ray--"
He felt her take his hand.
"Oh, fuck Ray. He hasn't said five words to me since we got here. I was standing by myself for fifteen minutes before you came over."
Jack walked gingerly up to the edge of the roof, looking out at the rest of downtown Los Angeles. The city had blocked off some of the streets, and there was a big party going on near the new Staples Center, with searchlights spinning through the nighttime haze and a band playing some tune he couldn't quite place. Was that Ricky Martin up on stage?
He glanced to his side, where Kay had come up to watch the performance.
"I don't know if we're supposed to be up here," he said.
She leaned against him, reaching down to pinch his butt lightly.
"You have no sense of adventure."
She finished off her drink, then tossed the ice into the sky.Jack watched the cubes tumbling through the air until they disappeared.
He took a nervous breath.
"Um, just so we're clear here, you're very attractive, but this isn't something I usually do."
She grinned at him.
"And you think it's something I do?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I mean, you said it was out of character."
"It is. But 'carpe diem,' you know?"
She took his hand, pulling him away from the edge.
"Come on."
She led him back to the center of the roof, then stopped.
"Where do you think?"
Jack glanced around them. Nothing looked remotely suitable. Then Kay pointed to one of the huge AC compressors next to the stairway they had emerged from, a big gray metal block in the center of the roof.
"There. On top. That should work."
The compressor was about five feet high, and he had to help her up on top of it. She extended her hand and pulled him up.
The compressor was running, and the vibrations coursed through his body. Kay laughed.
"Ooo. I like this. Do you feel that?"
"Yeah."
Kay spread out the tablecloth she had filched from the firm kitchen and lay down, propping her head up on her hand. Jack lay on his stomach beside her, facing the concert. He could hear the strains of the music now: "Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon... shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon." That made it Ricky Martin.
"How much time do we have?" Kay asked.
Jack glanced at his watch.
"Ten minutes. But I have a feeling we'll know from whatever is going on over there."
She reached over and began playing with the hair behind his ear.
"We'd better get started then."
He turned to her, and they kissed softly. He put his arm on her shoulder, and she rolled slowly on her back. He could taste the liquor from her drink as he probed around her mouth with his tongue. She pulled him closer, pressing her body against his. The night wind was cool (though not too cold), and their legs intertwined, seeking mutual warmth.
The music stopped, and the crowd cheered as Jack moved his hand to Kay's breast. Ricky began another song.
She was firm and round under his touch, and he could feel her nipple erecting through the fabric. He reached around, and Kay rolled over a bit to let him at the zipper on her dress. He pulled it down, then reached inside to unsnap her bra.
She let him pull down one strap from her shoulder as he sought her breasts, kissing him harder. He took the warm flesh in his hand, not quite a handful but well shaped. He tweaked the nipple a few times, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Kay's hands sought his butt, squeezing and pinching. One hand slipped between them and found his zipper. It snaked in through his fly and was soon gently caressing his erection.
"How much time?" she gasped.
He lifted his head just long enough to check his watch.
"Four minutes."
She pushed him away, rolling him on his back, and sat up beside him. She dug his cock out of his pants and bent to take him in her mouth. He gasped as she bottomed out, sucking hard, then withdrew, bobbing slowly. His hand groped at her thighs, and she spread herself open a little as he reached under her dress. He found the tops of stockings and probed further as she licked and sucked his erection.
She had no panties on, and she giggled around his cock as he found her crinkly nest of pubic hair.
"I came prepared."
Then she swallowed him up again, shivering as he found her clitoris, slick with her fluids. He stroked it gently, slipping a thumb between her lips. She bobbed faster on him, sucking so hard that he began to ache.
Ricky finished his next song, and they could hear the crowd cheering the impending stroke of midnight. Someone took the mike from Ricky and began revving them up further. Kay sat up.
"Come on."
She threw her leg over his waist, hiking her dress up over her hips. He groped at her as she took his erection in her hand, bending it backward as she sank down.
"Oh, shit," she moaned.
The vibrations of the compressor shivered through both of them, and Kay bent all the way down. She kissed him vigorously as he pushed up into her. Her hips began to roll against him.
"Midnight," she gasped, "I want to come at midnight, okay?"
He nodded rapidly, pulling his head up to seek her breasts. She pulled the other strap down and pressed her nipples against his mouth. He sucked on them hard, biting every so lightly, and Kay groaned, grinding herself against the base of his cock.
The cheering crowd grew louder and louder. Jack strained through the fog of his arousal to hear what they were saying.
They began the countdown: "...fifty-six...fifty-five...fifty-four..."
Kay rode him faster, hands digging at his shoulders like claws. He began to doubt his ability to hold out long enough and groped at her to slow down. She laughed huskily and tried to comply. He pulled her down and they kissed roughly for a few seconds, crushing their mouths together.
"...forty-nine...forty-eight...forty-seven..." Whistles and car horns were beginning to split the night air around them.
Kay began to move again, more slowly this time. Jack pushed her back to resume sucking her breasts. He groped at her buttocks, squeezing them, feeling tense and relax and tense again as she rode his cock.
"...thirty-six...thirty-five...thirty-four..."
She began to squeeze him inside her, gripping and releasing rhythmically. She felt like a slick glove around him. His semen began rising in him again, aching at the base of his cock like molten lead. One of her back garter straps popped loose under his fingers.
Kay whimpered softly, pushing him away from her breasts. He lay flat, still holding her butt as she humped against him.
"Midnight...with me, at midnight..."
"...twenty-two...twenty-one...twenty...nineteen..."
The cheers grew louder. The M.C. was howling various banal exhortations about the end of the Twentieth Century. Jack was suddenly distracted at that, wondering why it was so hard for people to understand about when the millennium really ended. It was enough to restrain his impending climax for a few more seconds.
Kay cried out, bouncing eagerly on his cock, hands gone to claws on his shoulders. He matched her thrust for thrust, trying to guide the movements of her butt. The other garter strap gave way a moment later.
"...ten...nine...eight...seven..."
She convulsed, pounding herself down at him. It was too late for either of them to stop now.
"Oh, God! Oh!"
Jack grunted, humping up at her as if she were riding a carnival attraction.
"...three...two...one...Happy New Year!"
Kay let out a shriek as the fireworks went off behind them, shuddering with the vibrations of the compressor. Jack stabbed up at her with everything he had, coming so hard it almost hurt. They shook and quivered together, Kay falling forward on to his chest, as the crowd cheered and howled and began singing "Auld Lang Syne."
Still shaking in the last vestiges of climax, they lay together, trying to catch their breath. Kay rolled her hips slowly against his deflating cock, luxuriating in the giant vibrator they lay on top of. Jack began to laugh at what they had done.
Kay lifted up a bit and kissed his nose.
"Happy New Year."
"You too."
She sat up a bit further, looking around downtown.
"The lights are still on."
"So is the air conditioning."
She laughed.
"But maybe not for much longer," she said.
"It's only eleven o'clock in Alaska."
She leaned back down, letting her hair fall into his face.
"And only ten o'clock in Hawaii."
"Will Ray notice you're gone?"
She kissed him.
"I'll tell him I went over to watch Ricky because he was ignoring me."
He laughed.
"'Shake your bon-bon.'"
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1,853 | Jane Urquhart | Y2K | "Martha, what's bugging you?"
Should I tell him? I thought not, but I knew I would. I've never liked New Year's Eve much. It's like a birthday. What's to celebrate? You're glad you're getting older? That's when you're a kid, not when you can feel the bad back and the sore knees and have to wear reading glasses. But even when I was a kid, I thought New Year's was scary. All these people partying, drinking, having fun. What are they celebrating? That they've survived another year? They certainly can't be celebrating what's coming, because they don't know.
"I'm scared, that's all," I said. "Haven't you noticed? I'm always that way on New Year's Eve. And Y2K is worse. I don't know why, but it's worse this year."
I smiled at him. He certainly wasn't one of my problems. Well, maybe he was, because he's getting older, too, and he's older than I am. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or will be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him.
"Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better."
"You could," I said. I smiled again.
So he did. It wasn't time, yet, for the regulation New Year's kiss, but he set his champagne glass down on a lamp table, took mine out of my hand and put it down, too, and put his arms around me.
"It's early," he said, looking into my eyes, still smiling. "Fifteen minutes to go. But I believe in starting early."
He pulled me hard up against him. My breasts pushed against his chest. I could feel his thighs against mine. He leaned down and put his lips on mine, gently, at first, then harder. I could feel his heartbeat. He tasted sweet, of champagne. I opened my mouth and took his tongue inside, and he squeezed me harder. I didn't know it would be like that, there at our own party, with all those people around. But he was in charge, not me, and I was more than willing to go along.
He didn't pull away, he kept on fondling me with his tongue. I was smiling to myself. "Hoo-Ha!" I thought. "This is getting interesting!" And the kiss went on and on. He pulled back just a little and brought a hand around to put it between us on my breast. Right there in front of all those people! It did feel good! And the kiss went on and on. And then he pulled away, bowed, and kissed my hand. My goodness! I was smiling, then, I'll tell you! People were looking at us and they smiled, too. Floor show!
"We could just leave and go to the bedroom," he said, quietly.
"And miss seeing the ball come down and all the people yelling?" I was still smiling, and my pulse was getting stronger and faster. "And leave them all to wonder why the hostess wasn't there?"
"We could do that, yes," he said, smiling the way he does when he's daring me to do something. I know that one, too.
He was still holding my hand, so I gave him a little tug and turned toward the door. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling. He came willingly, and we almost ran up the stairs.
In the bedroom somebody had left the TV on. As I entered I could see it showing a small crowd of people in what looked like a park. They were carrying signs that said, "Repent!" and "This is the End!" and things like that. Poor things. Then it was back to Times Square and people yelling and milling around and a man going on and on about the New Year. I went over and pushed the mute button.
We didn't have to talk. I had only to glance at him to see this wasn't one of those nights when he'd tease me by taking my clothes off one thing at a time and kissing me all over and saying dumb things about how beautiful I was. This was one of those times we just stood on opposite sides of the bed and zipped and pulled and got undressed as fast as we could. This time he had that little smile that said, "Get ready! I'm going to squeeze you and push you around and kiss you and make you scream with joy!" I was ready, oh, yes! So was he.
Then we were in the bed and I was holding him tight and he pushed his leg between mine and pushed me over on my back and that was fine because I wanted him and he wanted me and what could be better? So I reached down and put his penis right where it belonged and he began to suck at a nipple and I put a hand on his head and he pushed and pulled and I met his every thrust with one of my own and he put his mouth on mine and yes, I screamed with joy, but not very loud. I was feeling so intoxicated by all this that I didn't think about anything at all and then I began to feel the great shock wave building and it hit the top and crashed, leaving me ready for more, and he kept right on going and then he stiffened and started moaning and I could feel his warmth filling me and then he collapsed on top of me and I held him gently for a moment or two until he raised his head and kissed me, sweetly, and I held him tight and then I let him go.
He lay next to me so our hips could press together and he looked at me and smiled the one that only comes at times like that and tells me he feels so good because he loves me and he can give me pleasure and I can do the same for him and of course it's a miracle. And I smiled, too, of course, because it *is* a miracle and I love him.
Then he propped himself up on an elbow and looked across me at the TV and I looked at it, too.
"The ball is coming down," he said, which made it official even though I could see it, too, and I smiled.
"Happy New Year!" I said.
"New century!" he said.
"New millennium!" I said.
And then the ball hit the bottom.
The TV blanked out; the lights went off.
"I guess they missed a chip somewhere," I said. But I was scared again. He'd taken that away for a while and I was grateful.
We couldn't hear any traffic. It was deathly quiet. I rose and went to the window. There was a little ice in one corner of it, but I could see outside. It was a clear night. Then I saw a star go out. And another.
"The stars are going out," I said. I was scared.
He came over behind me and put both arms around me and looked out the window himself.
"I didn't believe you," he said. "But they are."
Then the big tree out by the road disappeared. Just like that. Then the house across the way. Just gone. Nothing. Oh, my! Those people on the TV, they were right. But he was holding me. I trembled, but I wasn't really scared. He was holding me.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," I replied.
Then the walls of the room began somehow to shimmer. They gave off a low, strange light. Then they disappeared, too.
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1,854 | John A | Non Compliant | "Come here, babe."
I loved it when my wife would give me her best come-hither look, asking me to join her in bed.
"Give me a minute, I just want to check the doors."
"Hurry up, I'm getting lonely," she purred.
I didn't need much more encouragement than that. I think I set a land speed record going downstairs to make sure the doors were locked before sprinting back upstairs three at a time to join my wife in bed.
I got to the bedroom door and had to stop when I looked at her. She was still beautiful after over ten years of marriage and three kids. Sure, she had gained a little weight in the past decade; having children tends to do that. But that didn't take away from how she still looked. If anything, I thought she was even more sexy now than when we were first married. I couldn't identify what it was, maybe she looked more womanly, more curvy. Whatever the reason, I knew I still got as turned on by her as I ever had. And seeing her in her silk maroon negligee, with her breasts pressing their fullness against the diaphanous material, made me lust for her as much as I had on the day we met.
To add to her still sexy charms, this woman, sprawled out seductively across our king-size bed, was just about the best wife and mother any family could hope for. Ignoring any of her physical assets, I could easily, and incredibly happily, spend the rest of my life with her based on her warmth, kindness, and caring. Not to mention that with her wit and intelligence, she always managed to keep me on my toes and very much in line.
"Doors are locked, kids are asleep, and you're all mine." Yes, it was a dumb thing to say. I never could think straight when I was horny.
"Get to bed," she mocked a stern countenance. "Hurry up, and we can see the ball drop, it's quarter of twelve."
"That's nothing. Once I get my jockeys off, you'll get to see two balls drop."
She scrunched her nose up in the disapproving way she sometimes does when I make some of my stupid little jokes.
I finished getting undressed and lay down next to my wife, feeling the silky smoothness of her body against mine. We kissed passionately, and I began fondling her ample breasts. I nuzzled at her neck and lost myself in her silky blond hair. Cupping her breasts, my fingers found her nipples, already stiff from anticipation, and pulled on them roughly, in the way I knew she liked. I pulled the negligee's thin strap down, freeing that breast, and clamped my lips to the stiff peak. Karen sighed at the feelings my tongue was giving her nipple, and she hiked the material up to her waist to give me better access to her pussy. As I inserted my middle finger into her moist slit, she thrust her hips up wantonly to meet my fingers.
With her free hand, she firmly grabbed my cock and stroked it to match the rhythm of my finger fuck. I added a second finger and increased my speed, and she began to shudder with her first orgasm of the evening.
"Oh, baby," she whispered. "Get up here and give it to me now."
I maneuvered myself between her legs and rubbed myself against her moist vulva before lowering myself into her. She grunted as I bottomed out, and when she started licking my neck, I thought that my orgasm was near as well. Fortunately for me, the annoying drone of the New Year's Eve Times Square broadcast helped me focus my concentration so I could last more than a few minutes.
We established a nice rhythm with Karen lifting herself upward to meet my thrusts, followed by me withdrawing almost all the way, only to bottom out again. I alternated sucking and nibbling each of her taut nipples as we continued our metered fuck. When I brought my right hand down to Karen's clit, she began to convulse in orgasm almost immediately.
I continued plundering my wife's pussy as the announcer on the TV was counting down. 10...9...8...I withdrew almost all the way ...7...6... I drove myself all the way back in ...5...4... Karen started panting and was coming for the third time this evening ...3...2... I could feel myself getting nearer to my own release, as well ...1... Happy new year!
I continued to pound myself into her as she was coming down from her orgasm.
She looked up at me and smiled. "Happy new year."
"Happy new year, hon." I kissed her tenderly.
"Actually, happy new century and millennium," her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me.
"Well, actually, it isn't really the new century or millennium -- that's going to be next year. The year 2001 is actually the..."
"John, just shut up and fuck me."
Who was I to argue.
I stopped my ramblings about the actual turn of the millennium when I noticed that I was losing my erection. I tried to speed things up to get it back, but that was to no avail. I was in the middle of fucking my sexy and incredibly turned on wife, and I was losing wood. How the fuck did something like that happen? I had thought that my little speech about the year 2001 had made me lose my focus, but now I was fully concentrating on any lustful and dirty thought that popped into my mind, and I was losing the battle. For the first time in the history of man, the big head was winning the battle with the little head -- and at the most inopportune time, too.
"Honey, is something wrong?" Karen looked into my eyes with a concerned glance.
"I don't know...I just..." I was really at a loss for words.
"Well, did you come?" she asked hesitantly.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm *sure*," I snapped. "I'd know it if I came. There would be a puddle of semen somewhere right about at the junction of our genitals. Not to mention the intense feeling that accompanies the whole process. I'd *know* if I came. I think I just...I just lost my erection." I rolled off of her and sighed deeply.
"Let me do something about that," she looked up seductively as she rolled over and grabbed my now flaccid penis and ran her tongue around the glans. She enveloped it all with her mouth and began to suck from the base with the tip just the way she knew I liked it. Usually, this sort of thing would have had me erect within seconds, but today there was nothing; not a twitch, not a movement -- nothing. After about five minutes of no response, I tapped her shoulders to come up to lay with me.
Karen scooted up and brushed her hand against my cheek. "It's ok, honey. That happens to everyone at one point or another."
"Well, it doesn't happen to me. At least it didn't, or never had." I shook my head in self-disgust. "But this is nuts. This isn't supposed to happen in the middle of sex. Guys don't lose their erections while they're fucking. If some temporary impotence sets in, it happens before they even get hard -- not in the middle."
"It's probably nothing, honey. Let's not worry about it." Then she looked at me coyly. "There's still something you can do for me, if you're up...er, if you want to."
Figuring that there wasn't much I could do about my situation, I concentrated solely on Karen's pleasure. I slid my body down hers and licked my way from her breasts to her vulva. I first placed one, then two fingers within her vagina and began a slow finger fuck while I licked and sucked on her engorged lips. As she started rolling her hips, I took the cue and teased her by licking all around her clit without making contact. After tormenting her for a couple of minutes, she started thrusting her pussy up into my face, trying to get me to make some -- any -- contact with her clit. Seeing that she was needing release, I concentrated my attentions on her sensitive hooded pearl and fairly attacked it with my tongue. In less than a minute, she was squeezing my head with her thighs and screaming out her orgasm.
And throughout all of that, I had no reaction whatsoever from my penis. Usually, eating pussy was enough to give me a raging hard-on, but tonight, it just sat there like a wet noodle. I didn't want to let on to Karen how concerned I was, but I think she read it in my eyes.
We just held each other, silently, for the longest time afterward. We both were afraid to say anything to each other. I know I really didn't know what to say about the situation. I was really embarrassed about it, and was just hoping that it was a one-time event.As wonderful and caring as my wife was, I still felt a little awkward facing her after this.
With these thoughts and worries, I managed to fall asleep, insecure with the knowledge that I'd greeted the new millennium impotent.
Several days passed and nothing had happened. There was no sign of life at all in my penis. No twitch when my wife would walk up behind my chair in my office and kiss me hotly on the back of my neck. No rush of blood to my shaft when she'd stroke me under the covers at night or snuggle her back to me in the 'spoon' position. Even my morning erection, ever the faithful companion since I was about ten years old, had deserted me. It was gone like a puppy that had run away from home -- and I was the poor child who sat by the window day after day hoping, praying, that he'd come back to me.
It's funny, but I think I missed my morning erection the most. It was the ever-present faithful companion that would say, "Wake up, John. You have a happy and fully functioning pecker, now get out of bed, take a big piss, and greet the day." Now what did it say, "Think of it this way, your appendix and tonsils have company now." All I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep. Wake me when they back the hearse up to the house.
"Babe, it's been five days. I think you should call the doctor," Karen suggested one morning sympathetically as I was getting ready for work.
"Maybe it'll get better," I hated going to the doctor, and I'd do anything I could do to forestall a visit.
"John, it's *not* getting better. There's been nothing for five days. I'm getting worried." Then she smirked, "besides, if you don't go to the doctor, I'm going to have to join the battery-a-month club."
"Ok. Ok. Call up the office and make an appointment for me...God, this is so embarrassing. I feel like Bob Dole." I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to go; I was truly getting unnerved that nothing had happened over the past five days. Thirty-four was way too young for Viagra (TM).
The doctor prodded, poked, had blood drawn, had me pee in a cup and topped the whole pleasant experience off by shoving his finger up my ass. The least he could have done was buy me a couple of drinks first.
But the utter embarrassment of his examination was actually eclipsed by the questions that he asked me afterward.
-- How often do you masturbate?
-- Rarely...well, maybe a couple of times a week. Ok, sometimes more than that.
-- Do you have any vacuum tube devices that you use on your penis?
-- I don't even know what those are.
I felt like saying, "That's not my bag, baby," in a smarmy fake British accent but figured the doctor's office wasn't the place for Austin Powers humor.
-- Are you a heavy drinker or drug user?
-- I don't take drugs. I drink a little, maybe a glass of wine or two with dinner occasionally. Oh, yeah, I drink a fifth of bourbon before I get dressed in the morning, just to get the blood flowing -- just kidding.
He looked at me with derision. Some people just have no sense of humor -- either that or that's how he started his days and I struck a raw nerve.
-- How often do you have sex?
-- Maybe once or twice a week. More if we can get a babysitter.
That's not to imply that I was having sex with the babysitter.
-- Do you only have sex with your wife or do you have multiple partners?
-- No, I'm as monogamous as you can get.
-- Do you only have vaginal sex or do you have sex orally and anally as well?
-- Mostly vaginal and oral, but once in a while we have anal.
When were these questions going to end? This was mortifying.
-- Do you ever stick anything up your urethra?
--*What?!?*
What the hell kind of a question was that? Was this guy serious?
-- Do you ever stick anything up the urethra?
-- No, doc. That's an exit, not an entrance.
-- Have you ever had unprotected sex with a high-risk person?
-- No, I haven't had sex with anyone but my wife for the past 13 years.
The questions were almost as embarrassing as my reason for being at the doctor.
"Well, John. I see nothing wrong with any of your tests at all. I can't figure it out. You're in great shape. Good sugar levels, blood pressure is perfect. I don't get it."
It was always refreshing to hear your doctor say he didn't know what was wrong with you. I made a mental note to check his diploma on the way out. With my luck, this guy was a proud graduate of the University of Margaritaville somewhere in the Abacos Islands.
"Do you have any guesses?" I was fishing for anything.
"Well, let me get your records. Maybe there's something in there that will help." He opened the door to the exam room and addressed his nurse, "Amy, can you get Mr. Adams's records from the file room please. Thanks."
Then he turned back to me and gave me an apologetic look.
"This is going to take a while. Amy has to go downstairs to our record room. We had all of our medical records on computer, but it turns out that the computers weren't Y2K compliant. $13,000 for an entire office system and we can't even get it up."
The nurse returned with my records, and the doctor looked them over with a furrowed brow. I was not encouraged.
"John, I can't find anything in your history that would indicate to me what the problem is. I'm going to refer you to a urologist for a complete workup. If he comes up with nothing, then I suppose it could be psychological. It's not uncommon for men your age. High-pressure jobs. Lots of stress. Burning the candle at both ends... The urologist I'm referring you to is one of the best there is in the nation, if he can't find the problem, then it can't be found."
As I got dressed, I wasn't sure if I was encouraged or scared shitless by his last statement.
I left the office and headed home, blowing off the rest of the day of work. I wasn't in the mood to go to the office and be nice to all of those guys with their functioning penises. Besides, the world wasn't going to stop spinning if another stripmall or planned community was a day late in being designed.
I called my wife from my car as I worked my way through midday traffic. While I listened to the phone ringing, I thought that if only my problem were as easy to diagnose as my doctor's computer system, I'd be a much happier person. That's it, I laughed, he can't get his computers up -- just like me. Maybe I wasn't Y2K compliant either, I chuckled to myself. If it only could be that simple.
"Hello."
"Hi, hon. How're you doing?" I asked, really not sure how to broach the subject of the test results.
"Never mind about me. What did the doctor say?"
"He said I should buy you lots of batteries," I tried to ease the tension. "Actually, he couldn't find anything wrong. He's setting me up with a world-class urologist at Mass. General. He said if he can't find the problem, nobody can. Which may or may not be a good thing."
"Oh, John..." she sighed sympathetically and then tried to sound cheerful. "I'm sure everything will work out and you'll be fine."
"Well, I hope so....Say, hon, do you know where my birth certificate is?"
"Your birth certificate? Probably in the safe deposit box down at the bank. Why?"
"Just a crazy idea I just had. Get the key and be waiting for me. I'll run by and pick you up in about ten minutes."
"What are we going to do?" she sounded apprehensive.
"I'll explain when I pick you up. Bye."
I drove through town, listening to the strains of the Beatles' "A Day in the Life" on the radio. I shook my head as I sang along with the song, feeling sorry for myself. "Woke up, got out of bed, and my prick is almost dead."
Karen was waiting at the door as I pulled up. We didn't say anything for the first couple of minutes as I drove to our local branch, where we had our safe deposit box.
"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?"
"You're going to think I'm nuts."
"Trust me, it wouldn't be the first time," she grinned.
"Just tell me."
"Well, as crazy as this seems. I think I'm not Y2K compliant?" I didn't dare glance in her direction.
"*What?!?* Have you been drinking?" She edged over and pretended to smell my breath.
"No. I'm perfectly lucid...well, as lucid as *I* get."
"Babe, this is nuts. People can't be Y2K compliant...or non-compliant...or whatever it is. That's computers, and based on your memory lately, you're no computer." She looked at me with the same pathetic glance that one reserves for the mentally imbalanced.
"Honey. I know it sounds crazy, but I was thinking that this all started right at midnight -- right at the new year. It's probably nothing, but I have to check this out."
She sighed deeply and stared out the window, probably thinking that in addition to her husband being impotent, he was also losing his mind.
We retrieved our safe deposit box, and the teller ushered us to one of those private rooms that looked just like a public toilet. The door didn't go all the way to the floor, and the walls didn't rise to the ceiling.
"Is it in there?" Karen asked anxiously.
I flipped through some papers. "Here it is...look. Just like I thought." I replied excitedly -- perhaps a little too loudly.
"What?"
"Look at the birth date. 5/15/65. Not 1965, just 65."
"I still don't see how this is affecting your...problem."
"It doesn't make any sense to me either. But I think we need to get down to the town hall and have a duplicate birth certificate made."
She put all of the papers back into the box, and we called the teller over to put it in the safe. "John, honey. I think you need to talk to someone...a professional."
"Karen, I don't need a hooker to solve my problems. You've always been *more* than enough woman for me." The last thing I was going to allow her to do was patronize me."I was talking about a therapist. Smartass."
"Listen. I'm not nuts. I might be grasping at straws, but I'm not crazy. When this doesn't work, I'll go to the urologist on Friday. I just have to eliminate this as a possibility."
Karen sighed and shook her head as we left the bank to go to the town hall. The clerk's office was crowded as usual -- but most of the people were waiting in the line for the building permits. There was only one person ahead of us in the birth certificate/marriage license line.
When we got to the clerk, I asked for a replacement birth certificate. I handed over two pieces of identification and paid the clerk the five dollars. I made sure that the year 1965 was written on it clearly. She prepared the paperwork, and a few minutes later, returned with my brand new birth certificate.
"So, do you feel any different?" Karen asked, somewhat sarcastically, as we left the clerk's office.
"No. Nothing. But wait a minute. Let me go to the bathroom just to make sure."
"*John*," she whispered insistently. "You can't be serious. You're going to go and play with yourself in the middle of town hall?"
"No. I said I was going to do it in the bathroom," I snickered. "Just wait out here for me. I should find out quickly one way or the other."
Karen just shook her head derisively as I entered the men's room. I walked into one of the stalls and locked the door. Despite treating this nonchalantly with Karen, I felt awkward and conspicuous as hell jerking off in a public restroom. I'm glad I was the only one in there.
I took a deep breath and unzipped my fly and fished my flaccid penis out. Trying to think up the most erotic imagery that I could muster, I began playing with myself. I pulled, stroked, tugged, and did everything short of pleading and praying before I gave up and realized that I was just fooling myself into thinking that my problem was so simple as to be solved by getting another birth certificate.
I sat down on the toilet in resignation and pulled the two documents from my pocket and looked at them in disgust. I shook my head at my foolishness. What the hell was I thinking? Maybe Karen was right, maybe I *was* crazy. Out of frustration, I took the old one and ripped it into several pieces. I laughed at myself as I flushed the remnants of it down the toilet.
I stood and started pulling my pants up. I adjusted my limp member in my jockeys when, for the first time in almost a week, I felt a twitch. I quickly pulled down my underwear and started stroking myself. As if it were a miracle, my once and future erection began to grow, hardening with each stroke.
"Karen," I yelled. "Can you come in here for a minute?"
"John," she peeked her head in the door just enough to avoid yelling. "You're in a men's room. Just hurry up. I know you're upset, but we'll talk about it at home."
"Just come in here," I repeated. "Lock the outer door if you want."
I could hear an exaggerated sigh as she walked into the men's room and quickly came over to my stall. "This better be good."
I opened the door and stood directly in front of her, my manhood pointing proudly in her direction. "Get in here before anyone comes in."
"It worked John? I can't believe this."
"Well, believe it. Mrs. Adams, congratulations, your husband's just given birth to a seven and a half inch erection."
I sat back on the toilet and started to lift up her skirt. Before she realized what was happening, I had her pantyhose down to her knees. "John, what are you doing?" she shrieked.
"No time like the present," I grinned at her lasciviously as she decided that she had better get it while the getting was good and kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pantyhose and panties.
I pulled her on top of me, and she eased herself down on my prick. She moaned as she enveloped me fully and started rocking herself against me. There was something so sexy -- so risque -- about the way her skirt was bunched up around her waist as she rode me in the stall.
We had never been a couple who was into public sex, but the entire situation was an incredible turn-on.
As she bobbed her hips up and down on my newfound erection, her breathing became very ragged. She sped her pace on my lap, and the quickened movement combined with my pent-up frustration of the past week hastened my release as well. Karen stiffened and tried to muffle a squeal as her orgasm came, and the contractions that her pussy made on my cock sent me over the edge as well. I erupted powerfully into her spasming vagina, releasing a week's worth of frustration in one powerful shot.
Spent, we just sat together without speaking for the next several minutes, enjoying the wonderful afterglow that we felt as my softening penis fell from her pussy.
I kissed her tenderly on the lips as she tried to stand without making her skirt a come-soaked mess. She was only partially successful. "Oh God, that was incredible," Karen panted as she picked up her pantyhose from the floor and threw them into her purse.
"Amazing," I puffed in agreement. "Well, I guess I can cancel that appointment with the urologist on Friday."
"Yeah, but take the day off of work just the same," she leaned over and gently bit my earlobe. "I have plans for you." | null | null | Collections/y2k/johna.txt |
1,855 | grumbles | The Y2K Bet | "You're full of shit, James," the redheaded computer programmer sighed wearily, "You really ought to take some time out and learn something. All that Art Bell drivel is rotting your brain. I told you already Y2K is just a bunch of hype. Give it up!"
For the fifth time this month, Tricia was arguing with her neighbor from across the hall. James wasn't always an idiot, he just obsessed about the little things. Trish had been making big bucks fixing the minor glitches in software for hysterical business owners with old systems. If James were to take the word of anyone, why not hers?
"How do you know, Trish? I mean what if something does happen, and civilization collapses, you won't be prepared!" James rattled on his usual litany of plagues, terrors, and computer malfunctions which made that Pharaoh guy's problems look like a head cold. It was a shame too, he was a pretty normal-looking guy. He just read too many conspiracy magazines, or something similar.
She looked him over subtly while he waved his arms and capered around; he looked rather handsome. Well, if you overlook the crazed terror his eyes always got when he went on about the end of the world. He had a swimmer's body, trim and lithe, and she knew how strong he was. She still remembered when he playfully picked her up in one arm and effortlessly carried her down the stairs. She felt herself getting a little warmer actually, his proximity and strength had been very arousing.
She was startled out of her reverie when he touched her arm, leaning in to emphasize his point. "Is that a risk you're willing to take, to be totally unprepared for the end of the world?" He shook his head in a disapproving manner, her obvious reluctance to join in the mob's frenzy frustrated him to no end.
She laughed, hoping he wouldn't notice how red her face had become at his touch. She said flippantly, "I think that it IS a risk I'm willing to take, I do after all have a little information on my side. I'm not a gambling girl, but I know nothing's going to happen."
"You really want to bet on that though," said James with surprise, "After all if you're right then you haven't won anything, and if I'm right you'll be begging me for food and fresh water!" She really wanted to shut him up, the argument had never gone anywhere yet, and wouldn't until it was all over. Her eyes lit up with an idea, sometimes James was more helpful than he could imagine!
"If you're so sure, then yes! Let's bet," Trish said with a sadistic undertone to her voice. After all, the phrase 'never bet on a sure thing' was meant for gentlemen, not for her. "If I win, you have to get me into that exclusive health club you go to. I know the waiting list takes months but I want to be working out right after my resolutions are finished!" She finished with a flair; it was something he could get her with only a little trouble, but she'd rather force it out of him than ask him.
"Wait a second, it's all well and good for you to talk about what you get when you win," James sputtered, "But what do I get if I win? After all, civilization will collapse and it's not like you can write me a check!"
Trish grinned slightly, nobody said he wasn't a bright boy. "All right then James, I tell you what. I don't have time to quibble with you now, you give it some thought tonight and call me tomorrow and let me know, okay?" With a schoolgirl flounce she turned and marched her petite form back to the door of her apartment. As she closed the door behind her, she heard James call out one last time. "You've got a bet, hon!""I see you're prepared, James," Trish said with a chuckle, "but how will you know if the world ends?" She looked around the apartment; it really was a nice place. Candles graced every horizontal surface except his coffee table, which was set with fine silver and dishes of something that looked very complicated.
"I thought we'd watch the ball drop actually, the shows should be something. I hope you don't mind I made some dinner," James said as he played host. He was dressed very nicely, a form-fitting button-up shirt that looked silk and a pair of pants that showed off his ass to great effect. He looked very polished, handsome. He put on the TV to a local channel that had Times Square on, and sat down to eat.
The dinner was delicious, some French dish she couldn't try to pronounce. They sat and talked for a while, watching the muted capering of various artists and party-goers on the TV. The clock read one minute to eleven, the countdown beamed live from the East Coast where they were inches from the crisis moment. The partying got rough, very rough, and the police around the stage were working hard just to protect themselves.
The countdown began, and Trish decided to be a bit early. With a shout of "Happy New Year," she leaned over and kissed him on the lips, with perhaps a little more passion than she intended. Their lips wrestled gently, and she slipped her tongue in his mouth. Her breasts pressed against him; she could feel her pulse in her chest and throat. One of his hands moved up to stroke her side as the other stroked the back of her neck gently. She pulled back and leaned against his side a little. The countdown was just reaching ten.
"A little early are we," asked James, short of breath though he was. Trish just smiled, watching the ball get closer and closer. The crowd victoriously shouted and cheered as the guy with the mike announced the dawning of the new millennium. His words were barely out of his mouth when the TV picture abruptly disappeared. Silence descended on the apartment, not even the heater was working.
"Shit," Trish almost shouted, "What the fuck?" James put his arm around her, more to calm her than out of predatory instinct. She took a few deep breaths. The candles kept the room flickering in a warm rosy light. They sat for a moment, listening to the silence and shouts of dismay from the neighbors. Trish felt his hand gently stroking her shoulder, letting her know in an almost brotherly way that he was still here for her. After a few minutes, Trish got up the courage to speak.
"James, do you remember the bet we made?" she asked with a quivering voice. When he mumbled his attention, she continued, "I guess you did win after all. So, well, do you think we should just..."
"Trish, I know what we said," interrupted James, "But if you're uncomfortable with this or if you have changed your mind, then we can forget the..." She turned back towards him and silenced him with a kiss, caressing his neck and chest with her nails. After the initial surprise, he melted into her arms, stroking her back feebly as he lay beneath her.
She took his hand, and placed it on the thin material covering her breast. Taking the hint, he began to knead with his hand, stroking the exposed top with his fingertips and rubbing his palms in little circles over the nipple. She moaned into his mouth as the warmth ran through, sucking his tongue fiercely. His hand moved down her side, cupping her ass and lightly drawing the fabric over her bare skin. Trish spread her legs slightly, allowing him access to her thighs.
Moving to his neck, Trish began to lick and suck gently behind his ear. His strong hand kneaded the flesh of her bare thigh above her stocking, tickling the skin at the hem of her skirt. She moaned again, plaintively, pushing her hips forward against his hand. James ran his hand over the smooth flesh of her thigh, stroking slowly towards the heat he felt radiating from her sex.
When his fingers found the bare moist lips and light fur of her mound, his cock twitched in his pants. She gasped in his ear, legs stiffening as he lightly brushed his fingers between her lips and the length of her slit. He settled into a steady rhythm, stroking the outer and inner lips ever so lightly with his fingertips. Her hands flew to his belt, caressing his now erect penis through the material before unbuckling and unzipping. Her slim warm hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked gently, circling the head and teasing the little opening at the top.
He started to slide down the couch, leaning towards her sex. She stopped him with a hand on his chest, forcing him to lay back. He caught her eye curiously, his hips unconsciously thrusting every so slightly up at the cold air. She lifted her knee over him and straddled him, leaning against him and pressing her tongue deeply into his mouth. The head of his penis rubbed gently at the top of her slit, tickling the trim hair of her soft mons and grazing her inner lips. She reached beneath herself and grabbed his already wet shaft. She groaned as she felt him enter her, pressing herself down over him as she slowly pulled him deep inside her.
She felt the bone above his penis finally pressing against her clit. Nestled against him with her hips lewdly spread around his, Trish watched her watery shadow on the wall. Her shadow's arms slipped the straps of the dress off its shoulders, and her skin felt hot to the touch as she ran her hands over her chest and breasts, pushing the skirt to her waist. James leaned forward, his hot lips closed around her breast. His teeth found her hard nipple and she gasped. She squirmed her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and feeling his penis throb inside her.
She started to buck, her vaginal muscles clenching and stretching in time with her thrusting hips. She felt filled, his hands caressing her warm back and cupping her bare ass, riding him for her own pleasure. She looked down, noticing with amusement how lewd her splayed lips looked around his penis; the flimsy skirt had ridden up her hips and only hung gently over her ass. She leaned into him, feeling her excitement rise as he started to thrust up against her. She could feel his urgent need, and his breath was coming in gasps.
She began to grind herself against him, feeling his strokes deeper and deeper as she moaned into his ear. She shivered, the warmth spreading from her vagina and nipples cascaded over her in waves, crashing through her and exploding in the back of her head. She flung herself down on his rippling penis and clung to him as the waves of pleasure made her whole body tremble.
She clenched her muscles around him, feeling his climax as he grunted over her shoulder. His hands grabbed her ass roughly, pushing her down on his lap as he came. She felt him pulsing inside, the image of his semen spraying deep inside her caused her whole body to tremble, a mini orgasm fluttered through her in the wake of the first. They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath.
Rolling off of him, she felt their joined fluids running down her thighs and pooling on the couch against her ass. She ran a hand over his sweat-soaked shirt, murmuring appreciatively into his ear. Resting her head on his shoulder, she checked her watch. Twenty minutes, on the nose. The heater sputtered and came to life, followed quickly by the bluish light from the TV. Shouts of joy and revelry came from other apartments, and stereos began blasting party music once more. James looked at her wild-eyed and confused, but she shushed him with a finger. "Right on time!" | MF cons stroke | null | Collections/y2k/grumbles.txt |
1,891 | BryanDoug | Alice | "Alice, you come right down here immediately! Your friend Millie is here to see you."
Alice trembled at the thought. Millie was the last person on earth he wanted to see, especially like this. But the poor child knew full well what would be the consequences of disobedience. That sort of thing had gotten him into this fix in the first place. There was no putting off complying with his mother's command, of that he had no doubt.
He looked into the full-length mirror in the upstairs hall while passing. Even after three weeks, he still was not used to his reflection. A pretty little 9-year-old girl in a pink party dress looked back...and yet he knew, or thought that he knew, that he was really a 15-year-old boy. A bit small for his age, perhaps, but a boy, nonetheless.
For the last three weeks, the women of the house had been determined to make him forget that. It was becoming ever clearer to him that this was not just a short punishment, but a concerted plan to change his status permanently. Okay, so he had been a bit of a brat, but...this? He tried to smooth the full skirt down before descending the stairs. The damn frock was too short. What with all those petticoats, the lace on his panties was in view if he bent over in the slightest...and that exposure resulted in an instant swat on his nylon-covered bottom. What with all that spanking and those humiliating injections, his bottom seemed always tender of late. Those short dresses gave the women of the house easy access to his ever more girlish rear.
Alice really tried to descend the stairs like a lady. He felt that he might as well try his best not to look too ridiculous before Millie. With every step he took, his petticoats and skirt ballooned up, so he had to resort to keeping his wrists close to his side to keep his skirts down. Millie could not help but notice his futile attempts to conceal the expanse of lacy petticoats and smiled.
"Hi, ALICE," she could hardly keep the delight out of her voice. "Your new dress is very pretty. You look just lovely. I can see why your mother thought that you would be better in skirts. They definitely suit you."
Each word was like a new assault on his every diminishing masculinity. "You never were much of a boy anyway, I like you ever so much more as a girl."
And with that, she took him by the hand and led him out to the garden. There was no point in trying to resist. Millie, at 15, was already 5'8" tall and 130 pounds and had a ripe figure in contrast with his childish one. She outweighed him by an easy 30 pounds and in her heels was at least 10 inches taller than he was. In her slim skirt, heels, and crisp cotton blouse, she looked very mature for her age in stark contrast to his puerile outfit. As he was reluctantly pulled along, he had an opportunity to get a good look at her full rounded curves and caught himself wondering what it felt like to have such full breasts and a rounded bottom.
It was well for him that he did not know that he would find out, first-hand, soon enough.
Millie led him to the swings and fussed with his dress until she was satisfied that he was properly ensconced on his swing. She took the next one, casually revealing a good deal of thigh and lace-trimmed panty in the process. The message was not lost on Alice. Why should she care? There were obviously no boys around.
"Sweetie, your mother told me ALL about you," she gushed in obvious delight. "You are going to just love being a girl, and I am going to have such fun teaching you....in fact, I bet that Harriet, Robin, and Lillian will hardly be able to wait to see you once I tell them ALL about you."
"ALL about me?"
"Why, Alice...oh, I do love your new name...it's just perfect! You are going to make a lovely girl. Besides, I understand that you have had a visit to the doctor...." She giggled.
"But she said that she would not tell," he whimpered. "Oh, Millie, how could she have let them do this to me?"
"Sweetie, it really is for the best, you know. Besides, it is far too late to change back again, from what she told me." At least she sounded sympathetic and was not making fun of him.
"Look," she said, jumping off her swing and taking hold of his hands in hers.
"We are going to be the best of friends. You will love the pajama parties and the shopping....oh, that's the most fun....and wait till you discover boys...or when they discover you," she teased.
A gust of August wind suddenly blew up the child's skirt and petticoat. Millie's inspection of his pretty pink panties was obvious. You could not blame her curiosity. Alice blushed from his toes to his hair.
Millie covered her mouth with her hand, trying to conceal her laughter. She knew that he was terribly embarrassed. In spite of that, she could not stifle the involuntary exclamation "It really is true!!"
Alice fixed his gaze on an ant traversing the sand in front of his swing. There was no denying the obvious. He would not even be out of place in a bikini at a pool party. The doctor had seen to that!
Suddenly, the tears began to flow. For a month, he had tried to be brave, but now, the full significance of the changes that had taken place hit him.
Millie took him in her arms like a baby and brought him over to a garden bench. She held him on her lap like a child as his sobs continued. "There, there, sweet, things will be fine, I know you will soon get used to it, and then you will love being a girl, You'll see." She stroked his hair, which was longish for a boy and so looked quite in place for a young girl. It was so soft.....wasted on a boy.
"Do you really think that I will get to like it?" he whimpered.
"Sweetie, you will be a lovely girl, we all will help you."
The last, rather than comforting him, only increased his sobbing. Finally, in exasperation, Millie remembered her mother's way of stopping such petulant crying.
"If you don't stop crying this very moment, I will give you something to cry about."
And so it was that, as his mother came out into the garden, she found him lying on Millie's lap with his skirts and petticoats up, exposing his cute bottom with its unmistakable signs of a recent spanking. Even more amazing was the beatific smile on his face as Millie gently massaged his tender posterior.
"Yes, the die is cast now. Alice is with us to stay," she thought. "I suppose we ought to be making arrangements to transfer him to St Mary's for the fall term."
It was almost as if she had prearranged it. As she walked closer, she could hear Millie saying "Now, Alice, you really should be in St Mary's with me in the fall. I could walk you to school every day. Won't you like that?" His reply was so soft that his mother could not make it out, but apparently Millie was satisfied because she continued. "You are still a bit too little to go to class with me in the 10th grade. If I were your mother, I would enroll you in the middle school. You are about the size of the other girls in the 7th grade."
"Makes good sense," his mother thought, "and considering his awful academic high school record, it would not hurt to have him repeat those subjects. Besides, he has a lot of time to make up in learning how to be a girl."
"Millie, what a wonderful idea! How would you like to come with me to the mall. Alice is going to need a new fall wardrobe for school. I know that SHE will love having you help pick it out."
Alice began to whimper again. He remembered the last shopping trip, only two days ago when they bought him the dress he was now wearing. He knew that the next one would be a repeat of the last.Not only had his mother made the clerks aware of his status, but he was treated like a not too bright pre-teen miss who had to have all her decisions made for her. They talked about him as if he wasn't even there. It was all he could do to keep from crying when his mother casually told the pretty young salesgirl ALL about him before the girl propelled him into the changing rooms to try on the dress. If the try-ons were embarrassing, having to stand quietly while the salesgirl buttoned up the back of his dress and adjusted his petticoats, if anything, modeling it had been worse. It seemed that every one of the store staff just had to "help" in the sale.
He would never forget her saying, "He looks just darling, don't you think? He will wear it home."
And so he did, though not without the further embarrassment of stopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, where he was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had been sitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses of water his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. In retrospect, he realized that she had intended this all along. He had begged her to go home, but she merely acted surprised. "Darling, we can take care of that little problem easily." She had motioned to the waitress, a trim young woman in her early twenties, "Could you take little Alice to 'freshen up'?"
The waitress had taken him by the hand and led him nearly the whole length of the restaurant, his short petticoats rustling and giving amused matrons a view of his new undies. The waitress had left him in front of a door with a stylized silhouette picture of a woman in a wide skirt. He could not deny that this was the right place for him now. The worst part was that it was so ordinary. No one gave him a second glance as he entered the booth and relieved himself. Since his visit to the doctor, he no longer could stand to void. The mass of petticoats presented a bit of a problem, but that too was solved. He remembered being concerned that he might not get them to hang properly after and being ashamed at the thought. As he returned to the table, he saw his mother's satisfied expression and knew that things would never be the same again for him.
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1,892 | Donna Baker | Larry's Got a Girlfriend | "My dad's a union man, and he's going to vote for Kennedy," argued Randy.
"Baloney!" Mike always had an answer. "My old man showed me a book where it says Kennedy's a communist! If Nixon doesn't win, the whole army will kill Kennedy and all the communists and everybody, and he'll be President, anyway! What do you know! You're only in sixth grade!"
"Well, I'm in eighth, and..." Larry started.
"Aw, shut up, sissy!" yelled Mike, and the others quickly chimed in, Randy loudest of all. Larry just stopped and turned his back to them. They left after a minute, laughing as they walked. He tried to remember what his mom had told him, that they just called him a sissy because they knew it made him cry. He knew he wasn't a sissy! Why did they keep saying it?
Larry chose to take the short cut home, the one through the little three-story professional office building, to avoid further teasing from his classmates. He knew the path through the lobby, out the back, and over the fence to his own block.
As he passed under the lobby stairs, he looked up at the sounds of footsteps in the otherwise empty room. An attractive woman had stopped about five steps from the top, going through her purse and mumbling to herself. That's one reason he liked this short cut; there were plenty of "real pretty ladies" there, ladies who wore stylish dresses and high-heeled shoes and lots of makeup, just like on TV.
He approached the stairs quietly, and more than a little fearfully. She was standing right by the rail, and the lad realized that his every step closer to her let him see further up her dress!
The awestruck boy just stood there, staring up. Her lightweight wool circle skirt swished and swayed around her legs with her least movement. Larry could see her slip beneath it, and was surprised that it wasn't white, like his mom's slips, but beige, with a frilly lace hem. Her shoes were remarkably tall, with narrow spike heels more than four inches high. They were the highest heels he'd ever seen! They were exactly the same yellow color as her sweater. Her hair was blond and long, and flowed in counterpoint to her skirt when she'd turn her head.
When she bent over to pick up a box, he thought for a second she'd seen him. He ducked under the stairs and held his breath as long as he could. He knew he shouldn't be peeking like this, but it really was an accident, and anyway, it wasn't his fault if he just stood there, was it?
After a few more agonizing seconds without hearing anything from above him, he stuck his head tentatively out from the shadows, scanned the empty room, and looked up, again. This time, he was really surprised.
The woman had put one foot up on the next higher step, resting the box on her knee to look through it. Larry could see farther than ever up her skirt!
The boy was entranced with the feminine vision thus displayed. The long curve of her sheerly clad leg was visible right up to the darker shade of her stocking tops. He didn't really understand why, but looking up into the inviting lace and nylon cavern somehow made his penis crawl inside his shorts, like when his dad drove over a bump in the car when he wasn't expecting it.
When the woman turned and walked down the stairs, he suddenly started walking too, as if he'd just come in. He was blushing bright red, afraid he'd been discovered, but she gave no indication. She walked straight back to the door, about three steps ahead of him. As he followed her, Larry studied her magnificent derriere, appreciating it on a subliminal level. The enticing roll of her hips was pretty, not lewd, to a boy who still didn't fully comprehend the facts of life. He attributed it to her high heels. Thinking about the slip and stockings under those swaying globes kept his "bug" feeling "funny."
They got to the door, and she stopped. She looked right at him, and smiled her warmest, biggest smile. "Could I persuade a handsome gentleman like you to help me get this box of music out to my car?" she asked. Somehow, she sounded like she really meant the "gentleman" part; she wasn't making fun of him, like the boys had been.
"Sure, Ma'am!" he said, trying to use a real deep voice so he'd sound older. He took the box and backed through the door, holding it open for her.
"It's Miss, and thank you!" she nodded. She sidled through the door with her breasts pointing right at him, almost grazing his chest! She was as old as his mother, but her carefully painted face mesmerized the boy. Her eyebrows were sculpted to perfection, her pouty lips painted bright red, and the dose of perfume she'd added on the stairs overwhelmed his senses.
He dropped the box in her trunk and then ran around to open her car door. He wasn't at all prepared for her next move -- she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead! As she swept past to climb into her car, her sweater-covered breast brushed his shoulder, and when she sat, her skirt slid up to reveal her tawny stocking tops.
Larry's whole body "felt funny" now, not just his penis!
He just stood there, looking at her legs. He didn't want her to leave, or even move, not for ever and ever! "Uh, that was a box of music?" he mumbled, praying she'd stay for just a second more.
"Yes," she smiled, and opened her purse. "I teach piano. Do you play?"
"No, Ma'am ... I mean, Miss. I used to, but ..." He trailed off as he recognized the little round black and silver garter doohickie that held up her stockings. He'd seen his mom's a few times.
The door closed without her ever pulling down her skirt.
She reached out the window. "Here's my card. Perhaps your parents will let you take lessons." Larry watched her all the way out the driveway. She waved at him before she pulled out into the street! He waved back, numbly.
When he turned around, there were Mike and Randy and the other boys. They started sing-songing, "Larry's got a girlfriend! Larry's got a girlfriend!" and laughing and pointing at him. That's when he figured out that she'd left a lipstick mark on his forehead! He turned and ran away, jumping over the fence. He took a moment to catch his breath, determined to remember every single instant of his rapturous encounter with the most beautiful woman in the world!
He floated all the way home, stopping to touch his forehead every few steps. He could see a little bit of pink on his fingertip. Sure, the boys' teasing had hurt him. But, it was worth it!
CHAPTER: II
"Miss Dorothy Glamis, private piano lessons," the card said. All of a sudden, music was the most important thing in Larry's world!
His mom had arranged piano lessons when he was younger, but "the stupid teacher got mad at me for no reason," and suspended the lessons, which was just fine with Larry. She was skeptical when he suddenly wanted to become a young Van Cliburn, but a thirteen-year-old can be pretty persuasive to a mother who loves him. "I know a lots better teacher than old Mrs. Moore," he told her. It took two weeks, but he got his way. Larry could hardly wait for his first lesson.
Dorothy was equally excited! She'd stopped on those office stairs hoping to catch a man, preferably in the vulnerable 45-55 range, and one with money, to boot. The real estate offices downstairs were well-stocked with them. Instead, she had found an exquisitely beautiful boy peeking up her dress, and on the spur of the moment, had vamped him.
Until his mother had called her to arrange lessons, she hadn't given the boy any further thought. She had never tried to mix her music with The Cause. The Cause she'd devoted her life to.
Revenge on the world of men!
It suddenly dawned upon her the day after she'd agreed to take him on as another student. She had here a chance to make up for some of the jerks who had used her talent and her desire for success as nothing more than a tool to get into her pants. She had it well within her power to save the world from one more selfish, domineering, insensitive, arrogant male beast.
She could transform the little snot into a woman!
When she opened her front door for his first lesson, he almost peed his pants! It was just a shirtdress, but it was made of shiny red nylon, belted around a waist so tiny he could have closed his hands around it. More importantly, though, the shirt front was open, displaying a cleavage that would have stunned any man!
The dress wrapped around her globes like slick red gloves, squeezing her heavy breasts until they bulged from between her lapels. Her skirt flowed outward from her tiny waist over layers of petticoats that swished loudly as she walked.
He just stood there, staring at her bodice. She spoke gently, inviting him in, then asked him about school and home. Before long, he relaxed enough to respond. He'd never met a woman so pretty, nor one so nice to him!
She led him to the piano -- a big, shiny black upright with a mirror across the front. She set out the same beginner's book Mrs. Moore had used, and had him show her what he'd learned. It wasn't much."This is the beginner's method I like to teach from," she said, and put down a short little green book in front of his old tall one.
He tried the first couple of exercises, but they were too hard.
"Maybe the old book is distracting you," she said, and took it away. Over the top of the little book, he could see himself in the mirror. And next to him, he could see Miss Glamis -- just from her chin down. She was standing behind him, and her breasts were hanging right over his shoulder!
It was several long seconds before she stepped aside so he could no longer see her, and several more before he recovered enough to try the piano again.
He couldn't get enough of her as she moved in and out of his line of sight! At first, he tried not to look, but then he realized that, since the mirror cut off his view of her face, she couldn't see his either, so he experimented more boldly with his stares. As she gave no sign of noticing his interest in her breasts, he concluded that she didn't know he was ogling her almost constantly between exercises.
The book was really tough, but he was absolutely determined to play his best. He didn't even consciously realize why he was suddenly trying so hard, but Dorothy knew! Whenever he'd make mistakes or let his attention wander, she would step out of his view. When he did it right, she'd snuggle up close, so that he could feel her big fluffy skirt pressing against his elbow, and see her enormous bust line filling the mirror.
With that incentive, she was confident the boy would make rapid progress, indeed!
And when it was finally time to go, she bestowed upon him the grandest prize he could imagine -- another kiss!
III
Dorothy watched him carefully as she opened the door for his second lesson, noting that his eyes were much more interested in her silky white blouse than in the way her pencil-slim skirt hugged her full thighs.
"We're going to duet today," she announced, and sat right next to him on the bench. Her cool sleeve constantly tickled his arm as they played. With her body so close, he couldn't help but look right down into the deep V of her décolletage, where he caught occasional glimpses of the delicate white lace that cupped her warm treasures.
The lad honestly didn't associate the sight of her flesh with sex, per se; he just knew that Dorothy was beautiful, and that he felt really funny every time her bra showed. Pretty soon, he was so worked up he couldn't function any longer. He just sat there, his wide eyes drowning in the depths of her bosom.
She cleared her throat, causing her breast flesh to jiggle, but also shaking Larry from his reverie. He looked up into Dorothy's eyes, and saw immediately that she knew he'd been staring at her breasts.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried, quickly turning white, then red, as he dropped his head in shame. "I'm stupid! stupid! stupid!" he thought to himself. "I shouldn't stare at her like a maniac! She'll throw me out, or have me arrested!"
"What's wrong, Larry," she solicited, reaching down and taking his sweaty hand between hers.
"I'm sorry, Miss Glamis," he said, the tears starting to flow. "I was staring at your breasts... I mean... Oh, jeez! I'm sorry! I..."
"Calm down, sweetheart!" she cooed, smoothing his hair. "It's all right, I understand!"
Between sobs, he managed to look up again. Her friendly smile reassured him. "You mean, you're not mad at me?"
"Just because you think I'm pretty? You can't help looking at me when I wear something this nice. I wore this just for you, Larry. It makes me feel very feminine when a young man admires my appearance. Do you think I'm pretty, Larry?"
"Oh, God, Miss Glamis! You're the prettiest woman in the world!" She smiled disbelievingly, coaxing another compliment from him. "No, really! You're the prettiest woman I ever knew. Ever! You're even prettier than Mrs. Hampton, that used to teach seventh-grade math, and all the guys said she musta been a movie star, once!"
"I'm sorry if it disturbs you when my arm touches yours, but that always happens when we play duets."
"No, that's OK!" he protested. "I think it feels neat."
"Really?"
"Really!" he enthused. "It's so soft, and slippery, and... you know!"
"I certainly do! It's wonderful to be a girl and feel pretty clothes against your skin all day." She said, stroking her own arm. "I'm very lucky."
"Yeah." Larry suddenly looked sad. "It's not fair."
It was fortunate that Larry had dropped his dejected gaze, for even he would have noticed the slow blinking of Dorothy's big, brown eyes as she struggled to control herself.
"Perhaps... No, it wouldn't work."
"What?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just trying to think of something so my blouse wouldn't bother you, but I couldn't very well take it off, could I?"
"Oh, no!" he responded quickly. He honestly had not imagined her without her clothes.
"Of course, I couldn't! But I just thought that maybe, if you had something similar to wear, then mine wouldn't bother you so much. I'd change to something rough, like your shirt, but I just don't have anything like that! Oh, well, you wouldn't want to wear something soft and feminine like this, anyway, even if it was really a boy's shirt."
"You mean you've got a boy's shirt made out of this kind of stuff?" he asked, pointing to her sleeve.
Within another minute, both of them were shivering as Larry slid his naked torso into a cool, slick white silk blouse. Dorothy fastened the buttons down his chest so he wouldn't notice they were on the wrong side.
Suddenly all business, Dorothy led him back to the keyboard. It was all she could do to finish the lesson without grabbing him and smothering his face in her bosom! For Larry, the hour seemed to be over before it had started. He stalled as long as possible until she pulled the lovely blouse from his narrow shoulders.
"See you next week," she smiled after planting a longer and wetter kiss than before upon his forehead.
He almost forgot to wipe it off before he got home.
IV
She had not anticipated the rapidity of the child's enslavement to her beauty, and it made her all the hungrier. She suspected correctly from his obvious innocence that he had never even masturbated, much less experimented with girls his own age. That very innocence would have tickled her sense of decency enough for her to release him, had it not also tickled her sexuality. She was as much trapped by her passions as he was.
Larry heard her playing when he rang the bell. "Come on in and sit down," he heard her shout.
He didn't recognize the Debussy, but the sensual strains could not help but relax him as he admired her skill. He saw immediately that she was wearing the same blouse as last time, and dared to hope she would loan him the matching boy's one, again. His penis started stirring as his wandering gaze picked up the silky white garment on a hanger over the door to the kitchen. He wished he could see her pretty face in the piano mirror, but the music was in the way.
She held down the last soft, delicious chord for several long seconds after the sound stopped, anticipating the pleasure to come. A wooden "thunk" sounded as she released the ivories and spun to face her prey.
His open-jawed stare was everything she had hoped for. She had applied full stage makeup today, as if ready for the Hollywood Bowl! Her brows were penciled in an upswept arc, her cheeks ruddy, and her features emphasized with unsubtle shading. Her eyes were resplendent with heavy blue shadow and white highlights, black liner, and enormous false lashes. Her lips had been enlarged with the careful application of several shades of liner and paint, with a film of glycerin to keep them sparkling-moist. Knowing that nothing was too outrageous for the inexperienced boy, she had even indulged in a beauty mark!
"Are you ready for duet practice?" she asked while retrieving the spare blouse.
"I said, are you ready?" she repeated, holding it open for him.
"Uh, yeah... I'm sorry," he mumbled. It took him some time to unfasten his own shirt, as he was unable to tear his eyes away from his inamorata. She simply smiled, and let him drink his fill while she buttoned up his blouse.
Of course, he could not begin to concentrate after they sat down. Try as he might, he could not lower his eyes from the mirror to the lesson book.
"You're beautiful!" he sighed.
"You haven't seen stage makeup before, have you Larry?"
"Huh?"
She suppressed a giggle, then explained. "I've got a performance tonight, after your lesson, so I put on my stage makeup early. Everyone who performs has to put on lots of makeup. Otherwise, the bright lights make you look like a blob of dough."
She was lying about the performance, of course. Her career in this city had ended the moment she had landed her pointed toe in the crotch of the unashamed lech who presided over the Symphonic Association.
She repeated herself. He had not picked up her suggestion the first time. "Even the men and boys have to wear makeup on stage, Larry."
"You're beautiful!" he repeated.
"Why, thank you, you're very sweet!" Undaunted, she tried once again. "You know, a pianist has to wear makeup on stage when she performs. You'll be up there, some day, too."
He looked momentarily puzzled. Was he...
"You mean I'll have to wear makeup, too?"
SHE HAD HIM!
"Of course, you will, sweetheart." She forced herself to stay calm. "It's not a sissy thing at all. You know, Roy Rogers and Gene Autry wear makeup when they make their films."
"Really?"
"Come on with me, I'll show you." She arose, took his hand, and led him into her bedroom.
He hardly noticed the frilly pink lace decor of her boudoir, intent as he was on her overwhelming presence. The whole time she worked on his face, she kept a monologue running to distract him.He was perfectly happy to sit passively while she applied the contents of one mysterious bottle or jar after another. The shiny little black mole glued to her cheek was the sun around which his eyes orbited. They watched her glistening lips work and wondered at her fluttering lashes, but always returned home to the artificial beauty spot.
"There!" she announced as she pinned a chignon to the back of his head and applied a final heavy dose of hairspray. That broke his attention from her face.
"What are you doing?" he finally questioned.
"Thank God he didn't have it in a butch!" she thought to herself. "I don't know if I could have gotten a wig on him!"
"All done!" she said aloud and spun him to face the mirror before he could realize that she had been doing more than he imagined.
She leaned over slightly so she could support his suddenly-weak shoulders. Her smile was radiant, and his totally blank.
"Isn't it wonderful?" she gushed. "We're twins!"
In the mirror, Larry saw not one, but two incredibly beautiful women. He realized that one of them was himself.
And he liked it!
"I'm beautiful, too!" he whispered.
"Even more beautiful than me!" she cooed. She thought she was lying, but an impartial witness might well have agreed.
His hand reached up to touch his face, but she stopped him. "Careful, you mustn't smear it."
His mouth finally closed. "Do you think you can try a smile?" she said playfully. He tried.
His soft, brown eyes got suddenly bigger. He spun to face her and almost shouted! "Miss Glamis, I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful!"
Dorothy pulled herself back suddenly and shot a look to the ceiling, trying desperately to hold herself together. Larry hardly noticed. He had jumped up to put his face up close to the mirror. "I'm even prettier than Linda Perry, and she's the prettiest girl in the eighth grade!" he squealed.
It was better than she had planned, better than she could have imagined. Her program for the boy suddenly expanded tenfold!
"Let's go back to the piano, Larry." She tried to take his hand.
"No!" he pulled away, returning to the mirror. "I want to look some more!"
"You can look in the piano, sweetheart! Now come on, and let's get some lessons in!" She maintained her cheerful disposition and didn't show a trace of impatience.
And now, to her astonishment, Larry tackled the lessons vigorously, instead of lolling and staring at the mirror. He accomplished more in the next twenty minutes than he normally would have in the whole hour!
Larry's glowing face glanced upwards frequently, basking in their reflections, but his primary focus was on the music. She could only shake her head and defer her planning for his future while she scrambled to keep ahead of him in the music lesson. It was not until the alarm clock signaled the end of his time that she remembered it would take at least fifteen minutes to cleanse the child's face.
"Promise we'll do this again, next time!" he pleaded as she flushed the cold cream off with the water gun from the kitchen sink. She called his mother to apologize for the lesson running over while he toweled off. She was startled when she turned around to find him wearing the blouse!
"Can I wear this home?" he asked hopefully. That took her aback, but just for a moment.
"Certainly, Larry," she smiled, thinking frantically. What were his friends' names? The ones he talked about who had teased him?
"I'm so happy for you, Larry! Mike and Randy will really be surprised when they see how pretty you are!"
In an instant, his face matched the show-white blouse perfectly. "Um... Maybe I better not wear this home, Miss Glamis. I better just wear my shirt, you know?"
"Certainly, darling, whatever you want. Let me help you with your boy-things."
He wouldn't be telling!
After he left, she pondered the speed of his transformation. It had literally taken her breath away! "Damn it, Dorothy!" she chuckled. "You're a genius!"
She was too proud of herself, too full of dreams of revenge, and too much a slave to ignorance, to realize the truth. On his very next visit, she decided, she would have him in frilly undies, hose, heels, falsies, and skirt. And on the visit after that -- anything!
The woman was so wrapped up in her plans, she couldn't see the truth. She thought she was weaving an evil net around the boy to drag him into degradation.
And while it was true that she was starting inexcusably early, tampering where she didn't belong, it was also true that she was liberating him. She was saving him.
For all the wrong reasons, Dorothy was giving Larry a chance that very few of his generation received. A chance at an adolescence and adulthood that would bypass a mountain of confusion, self-loathing, physical and mental abuse -- and possibly, suicide.
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1,913 | Unknown | All Girl Band | "I swear to God, that brother of mine is the most worthless creature on this planet!"
Lisa Thomas was about ready to toss a Ming Dynasty vase through the patio doors when her roommate and business partner, Lynn Horton, grabbed it from behind.
"Whoa, there! What's gotten you pissed off enough to break a $15,000 antique?"
It took Lisa a few minutes to calm down and talk rationally, so Lynn replaced the vase on its pedestal and made them both a cup of tea.
"My brother Bob just called collect from a train station in France. He's broke and wants me to send him money." Her eyes flashed at the mention of her brother's name.
"What? Why does he need your money? It's only been two years since you received your inheritances. He couldn't have blown $750,000 in that short a time!"
Two years previously, Lisa and Bob's parents were killed by a drunk driver while coming home from a charity function. As a result of their mother's real estate business and father's successful medical practice, they shared equally in a substantial inheritance and insurance settlement.
"It seems that while I invested my money wisely in Dad's medical clinic and your music management firm, my brother was getting laid and stoned while playing with some rock band called 'Doggy Style'!"
Bob's only skill, at least as far as Lisa could see, was an uncanny ability on the electric guitar.
"What are you going to do? Send him the cash, or turn him down and teach him a lesson?" Lynn refilled their teacups.
"Tell you the truth, I'd like to let him rot over there until he's desperate enough to get a real job and earn his airfare home! But I guess I'll send the little shit a plane ticket. If I sent him cash, he'd probably just buy drugs with it."
"Does he know about the new developments in your life?" Lynn asked hesitantly.
"Um,...no! I haven't told him," Lisa giggled as Lynn handed her the refilled cup. "But he'll be in no position to make a stink. He'll be under my roof, living by my rules!"
There was a hint of triumph in her tone.
Lynn sat on the leather sofa and put her arm around Lisa. Lisa snuggled down into the cushions and purred contentedly.
"I can't wait to see your brother's reaction when he finds out his big sister is a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian!"
Both women had a long laugh, their hands on each other's thigh, as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. By the time the sky was dark, Lisa and Lynn were deep in the throes of passionate lovemaking."He screamed, before he fell to the floor in convulsions from the electrical shock.
Lynn immediately turned on a lamp while Lisa stood over the culprit, ready to zap him again.
"BOB!" Lynn said.
"You thieving asshole! Why did you come back?" Lisa screamed.
"I don't think he'll be in any condition to answer you for a while."
Lynn was right. He lay there on the Persian rug, a quivering mass of jello, eyes rapidly swelling shut from the Mace, and his muscles twitching uncontrollably.
"Pweez...uh..uh.., don her meee, uh...uh...!" he said.
The two women tied his hands and feet together and dragged him onto the hardwood floor where he was gagged and tied to an antique iron stove Lisa had just bought.
"That ought to hold him until morning. I'll decide then whether or not to have him arrested for burglary and assault with a deadly weapon!"
Lisa looked at the knife on the floor, along with the salami, cheese, bread and beer he'd obviously been intending to eat. She put the food back in the refrigerator, but left the knife right where it fell -- with Bob's fingerprints all over it!
BOB'S AWAKENING
I don't know how long I lay there all trussed up on the hardwood floor. The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming onto my face, and the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air.
I tried changing positions, which was nearly impossible considering the way they had tied my wrists and ankles. I also tried to call for help, but the gag permitted little more than a guttural, animal-like noise.
I heard the familiar 'clack, clack, clack' of women's high heeled shoes on the floor, and then my field of vision was filled with a pair of black spike-heeled pumps. They were so close that I could smell the leather.
"Is our big bad burglar awake?"
I recognized Lisa's voice immediately and tried to make eye contact, but my restraints didn't permit it.
"Mmmph...rrmph...grggl...!"
"I'll take that as a yes. If I remove your gag, do you promise to behave yourself?" she asked condescendingly.
The thought of giving her the satisfaction of an affirmative answer galled me to no end, but my need for freedom outweighed my pride and anger. I nodded.
Lynn and Lisa sat imperiously above me on the sofa, their coffee cups in hand, while I related the events which led to my return the night before.
"After I left here, me and the guys drove to Malibu and had a few drinks at a bar. We met these chicks, and they invited us to their place on the beach. On the way there, we stopped at a 7-11 to get some beer, and the next thing I know, one of my buddies pulls a gun and tells the clerk to empty the register!"
"My brother, the future convict!" Lisa crowed.
It pissed me off that she actually looked pleased at the possibility that I might go to jail!
"That's not all, sis. The clerk reached into the drawer and came out with a huge wad of bills in his right hand, which my buddy reached for immediately. Then I saw the .44 Magnum in the clerk's other hand! Fifteen seconds later both the clerk and my buddy were dying on the floor, and I was running down the highway as fast as my feet would carry me."
Lisa went to the telephone while Lynn kept a close watch on me. She dialed the police, and I held my breath as my beloved sister spoke. I was relieved, and a little surprised when she hung up a few minutes later without having turned me in.
She'd spoken to an ex-girlfriend who worked as a police dispatcher. The good news was that the clerk wasn't dead, just badly wounded. The bad news was that my buddy was dead, and the clerk was certain that he could identify the other robber! In fact, the police already had a composite drawing and were releasing it to the newspapers and television stations!
"You really did it this time, Bob. According to state law, if anybody dies as a result of a crime, even one of the perpetrators, his accomplice is responsible. You'll be charged with armed robbery and murder!"
Lynn knelt down beside me, her full breasts near my face.
"This is the closest you'll get to a woman for a long time. But I'm sure you'll be very popular at San Quentin!"
"You can't turn me in! I'm your own flesh and blood! Just give me some money, and you'll never see me again." I tried to keep the fear out of my voice.
"No way I'm going to be an accessory to murder." Lisa shot back as she picked up the phone. Lynn continued to sit beside me on the floor, the smell of her perfume taunting me. She seemed to be deep in thought.
"I'm begging you, sis! You know what'll happen in prison. I'll do anything you want. Just don't turn me in!"
I babbled like a baby, ashamed at being reduced to begging for my freedom.
"Maybe there's another option." Lynn said.
"You can't mean you want to help this lizard!"
"Maybe there's a way he can not only be punished, but also be useful to us, without turning him over to the police."
I couldn't believe Lynn was on my side. Especially since my near rape of her the day before.
"Yes, yes. Anything you want! I promise I'll..."
"Shut up Bob," Lisa growled. "What do you mean he could be useful to us?" she asked Lynn.
For the next fifteen minutes they conferred in hushed tones near the fireplace. I could only make out a word here and there, and I remember Lisa laughing a couple times. Finally they broke up their huddle and returned.
"Here's the deal, Bob. Either you agree to cooperate with us, without question, or I call the cops right now and turn you in for robbery, murder, attempted murder, breaking and entering and attempted assault!"
Lisa stood there, arms crossed and hip cocked to one side. Her shiny black leather pumps just inches from my face. In the background I could see Lynn with her hand on the telephone.
As I weighed my limited options, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Lisa asked sweetly.
"Los Angeles Police Department, ma'am. May we ask you a few questions?" came the no nonsense reply.
"Sure. Just let us throw some clothes on."
I'm sure Lisa could smell my fear.
"What'll it be, little brother? Accept our terms, or become the 'Sweetheart of Cellblock D'?"
"Whatever you say, sis. Just don't turn me in!"
Quicker than I could say 'free at last', Lynn had me stuffed into a lingerie filled trunk at the back of her closet. I could barely make out bits and pieces of their conversation with the cops:
"He tried to break in last night..."
"A warrant for his arrest..."
"My brother has friends in Europe..."
"If I ever see or hear from him again, I assure you I'll call immediately!"
After what seemed like an hour in that hot, stuffy, feminine box, Lynn and Lisa returned.
"I think they believed me when I said you might have gone back to Europe. But they'll be looking around here for you anyway. Bob Thomas has got to disappear!"
"You got it, sis! Just give me some dough and..."
"Be quiet unless you're spoken to!" Lynn said.
"You misunderstand, little brother. We have a deal. You belong to us now. You're not going anywhere. But Bob Thomas is still going to disappear!"
The next two days were a whirlwind of confusing (at least to me) activities, during which I was kept naked except for one of Lynn's pink terrycloth bathrobes, which barely (HA!) covered my ass. They burned the only clothes I had, and took all of my identification.
Lisa spent a great deal of time on the phone with someone at our father's medical clinic, and also her lawyer, while Lynn spent an equal amount of time talking to someone named Tasha.
For my part, I realized that losing my stuff was better than a jail cell, so I just watched TV and drank beer. In fact, I'd just finished one that Lisa cheerfully served me when I began to get drowsy.
"Enjoying your beer?" Lynn asked.
I nodded, wondering why my hands were going numb.
"I hope so, because it's the last one you'll be having for a long, long time."
With that ominous statement ringing in my ears, I realized she had drugged me!
"Wha's goin' awn, Lee...saaa?" I slurred as the paralysis spread quickly to my throat, arms and legs.
"It's time for Bob Thomas to make good his escape from the law. Although, you won't be escaping justice," Lynn said as she rolled first my legs, then my torso up in a large Persian rug.
"Don't worry dear, I promise that when we're through the police will never catch you."
Lisa said this as my numb body was lifted off the sofa by two beefy Latino men that appeared out of nowhere! I tried to scream out a protest, but whatever they'd given me left me completely motionless and speechless.
"Curare, little brother. That's what I put in your beer. Just enough to make you manageable for Hector and Felipe. I discovered that for a hot meal and $100, there was very little they won't do!"
I was carried to the garage and tossed roughly into the back of an old pickup truck filled with rags, cardboard and aluminum cans.
As the two men covered me with this refuse, Lisa and Lynn came into my field of vision, both smiling. My terror was out of control at this point, and the syringe Lisa held did nothing to allay my fears.
"We're not going to kill you. After all, we're family! We've just found a way to make you more useful, and at the same time protect ourselves for having hid you from the police."
With that, she stuck the needle deep into my exposed right shoulder.
I heard the doors to the truck slam shut, and the antiquated engine sputter to life.
"Senora, where are we taking this hombre?", I heard one of the men say as consciousness slipped away."Take Pacific Coast Highway north until you reach Malibu Canyon Road. Turn right and drive until you see a sign that says 'The Thomas Clinic and Medical Lab'. Go to the rear loading dock, someone will meet you."
Lisa returned just as I was sinking into the blackness completely.
"When you wake up, we'll both be there, and you'll be safe from the police. See you soon, little brother!"
I remember the cool night air hitting my face as the garage door opened and we drove out into the black night.
I vaguely remember thinking: "Maybe I should have turned myself in!"
Time lost all meaning for me. I was having weird dreams about being in a hospital. Nurses would come and inject something into me, and then leave. A doctor would lean over me, look down my throat, and then he too would leave. Sometimes I would come to as I was being wheeled somewhere on a cart, only to drift off again, amidst a roomful of green-clad figures.
Finally, after I don't know how long, the periods of consciousness began to outlast those of oblivion.
Each time a nurse entered my room, I tried to call out, but for some reason I couldn't utter a sound. I tried to wave, but found that I was restrained. What had happened to me?
I considered the possibility that the two men from Lisa's house had beaten me badly, or that there'd been some sort of accident and I was paralyzed. It also occurred to me that I might be in police custody!
One day, Lisa and Lynn walked through the door to my room, accompanied by the same doctor I'd seen in my dreams.
"How's our little patient today, hmm?" the doctor chirped.
Everybody was smiling as they waited for my response.
"Aargh...grrlf...," I said. Even I wasn't sure what I meant.
"Oh my, I forgot to remove the laryngeal inhibitor," the doctor said as he reached for a long, strange-looking device.
I tried to shrink from him, but had nowhere to go, as he stuck what seemed like his arm and a golf club down my throat!
"This was inserted in order to immobilize the patient's vocal cords during the healing process," he explained to Lisa and Lynn as he withdrew from my throat.
"Now that the sutures are dissolved, we can try our new technique for voice enhancement."
The doctor spoke as though I wasn't even in the room. I felt like a guinea pig! Before I could speak, he grabbed a small instrument that looked like a jeweler's tool and stuck his hand down my throat once again.
"The patient's larynx has been downsized considerably, resulting in a complete loss of what is called the Adam's apple. We then attached a very small prosthetic device called a... well, the name is difficult even for me to pronounce, but we attached it to the patient's vocal cords."
Lisa and Lynn looked at me like it was a petting zoo, while the doctor continued his medical show and tell.
He touched something down inside my neck, and then I actually felt the tool he held lock into place!
"This device will help throat cancer victims regain a pleasant and normal-sounding voice."
I felt him turn his hand ever so slightly, resulting in a mild pain in my throat.
"Alright now, say: 'Good Morning Dr. Leonard.'"
"Goo...morging...dokker Lenner," I croaked, my voice little more than a good impression of a cement mixer. I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the thought I might have lost the power of speech forever.
"Why does she sound like that?" Lisa asked, as I wondered who the 'she' was.
"It's expected. The larynx is so much smaller now, it's incapable of speech in the patient's former vocal range. Let me make another adjustment."
This went on for almost a half hour before I was actually able to form complete words. To my dismay, my voice kept getting higher and higher with each adjustment.
"Say: 'Thank you. I'd love to dance,'" he prompted me, as Lisa and Lynn smirked in the background.
I repeated the stupid line and realized that my voice was almost as high as Lisa's!
"Wait a minute! What the fuck's goin' on here?" I asked as forcefully as my new voice would allow. "Why are you making me sound like a girl....mmmph...aargh?!"
I nearly choked as Dr. Leonard shoved his gloved hand back down my throat.
"Such nasty language. You shouldn't speak so loudly so soon. We're not through yet."
The doctor turned to my sister and asked her if she was satisfied with the voice adjustment. To my horror, she shook her head, and then conferred with Lynn in the corner. Meanwhile, the doctor seemed to be checking bandages on my nose and ears, as well as doing something to my scalp.
"Dr. Leonard, we've decided that we don't ever want to hear that type of pushy, forceful outburst from Barbie again. Can something be done to ensure that?"
"Yes, but the patient may never be taken seriously in a boardroom or business environment. Such an adjustment would leave her with the voice of a,...well...bimbo."
He looked at me, almost as if he felt my helplessness. In a strange way, I sensed he was powerless too. And who was this 'Barbie' Lisa mentioned?
"Perfect! The boardroom is the last place our little patient will be," Lynn laughed. "More likely the bedroom!"
I felt the doctor make one final turn, much longer than any of the others, and I felt my throat tighten from within, like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.
He withdrew his hand, but quickly re-inserted it. This time he held what looked like a long spray gun, and I felt him squirt something down my throat.
"This is a combination anesthetic and surgical adhesive. Over the next few hours it will paralyze the vocal cords, while the adhesive assures the current adjustments are permanent!"
The doctor left the room, leaving me with my sister and Lynn.
Permanent!
I'd have the voice of a bimbo permanently!
Lynn left me no time to absorb this development, because she sat on the edge of my bed and took my restrained hand in hers.
"We realize you must be upset, Barbie. Oh yes, that's now legally your name. You're Barbie Ann Dahl. Get it? Barbie DOLL!"
She and Lisa couldn't control their laughter over my new name.
"According to your new birth certificate, You were born in Phoenix, Arizona to Joseph and Betsy Dahl. I happen to know that your mother gave you that name because her favorite toy was a Barbie Doll. Now pay attention, because you'll need to memorize these details."
Lisa filled a paper cup with some water and held my head while I sipped it. I swore to myself that I'd bide my time, figure out a way back to my life, and then kick the living shit out of both of them!
Lynn just droned on about this manufactured life they'd set up for me. I didn't listen, because I had no intention of living as a girl. Then, just as I thought she'd finished, she dropped a bombshell.
"One last detail, Barbie dear. According to your birth certificate, your were born on the same day as Lisa's missing brother Bob, the 27th of March. That should be easy to remember. Of course, the year is different, since he's so much older than you."
My eyes widened and filled with tears. What did she mean? Somehow, in spite of the anesthetic paralyzing my throat, I managed to squeak out a very weak, very high-pitched:
"What...year...does...it...say...I...was...born....?"
"Why, everybody knows when they were born, silly girl. It's written right here - March 27th, 1976!"
Two Weeks Later
The mirror had become my enemy. It was a constant reminder of my loss of identity. I'd put off going to the bathroom as long as possible just to avoid seeing the reflection above the toilet.
Part of me still refused to accept the fact that the strange image was mine. Each day the comfort of that denial faded like an old pair of bluejeans.
I still saw the same broad chest and shoulders as before, only now they were completely hairless, but then, so was the rest of me! One morning two orderlies took me to a room where I was covered with a cool blue gel, and then wires were attached to my toes, fingers, ears and scalp. I was then placed into a shallow water-filled tub, where I floated for 30 minutes while a mild charge of some kind coursed through my body. That was 8 days ago, and I haven't been able to find a hair on me since.
My bald head gave me some small satisfaction, because it seemed to emphasize my manhood. At least it did as long as I didn't look down at the rest of my face.
My formerly strong, Mel Gibson-ish nose was replaced with a silly little nothing of a Melanie Griffith-ish nose! It made me look pinched and out of proportion, and more than a little sissified.
My new ears were likewise much smaller than before, and closer to my head. My formerly single pierced right ear had been augmented with 4 more holes in each ear! And in place of my small silver stud now hung three gold hoops, a black onyx heart-shaped stud and a diamond earring. I'd tried to remove them, but was told by Lynn that surgical glue made that impossible.
Any thought of escape was futile, once I realized that not only were the windows sealed shut, but I was on the 6th floor. The one time I attempted to slip out of my room and get to an elevator, I was caught by a heavyset female nurse, who much to my surprise, easily subdued me until the orderlies returned me to my bed.
"Good morning, Barbie! How are we today?" the man I'd come to know as Dr. Markley asked.
I gave him my usual silent, glaring response. I still couldn't stand the sound of my new voice.
"Come, come now. We must have a good attitude. You don't want your sister to have me use our special way of making you speak again, do you?"
He was right. I definitely didn't want that.The last time I refused to speak, I was given a strange drug that caused me to babble on senselessly until my throat was sore and hoarse, and I fainted from exhaustion.
"Alright, you win. I'm speaking, are you happy now?" My answer was dripping with sarcasm. Unfortunately, with this new voice of mine, sarcasm came out sounding like little more than childish petulance.
Lisa and Lynn entered, followed by a woman in a white lab coat. Her features were strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that draped her shoulders and caressed her large, firm breasts. She was about 5'6", and perfectly proportioned. From her narrow waist down to her shapely legs, this woman was an eyeful.
"Meet Dr. Renee Sanders, from the clinic's bio-genetic research team," Lynn said as she sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Sanders has been working on something brand new that she thinks will ensure your safety from prosecution."
As Lynn spoke, the woman in the lab coat was setting several bottles on a table beside my bed.
"Recent advances in genetic engineering have allowed us to greatly expand our knowledge of exactly how living things develop certain characteristics."
In spite of her beauty and allure, I found Dr. Sanders' droning, monotone voice annoying.
"For instance, last month we injected a mouse with a hybrid 'genetic cocktail' made with mutated and enhanced cells from a common house cat. As of this morning, the mouse had gained 4 pounds and is meowing like a lion."
She lifted one of the bottles and inserted a long hypodermic needle into it. I was watching her so closely that I never felt Lisa and Lynn strap my arms to the bed.
"Hey...why are you doing that? Let me go!"
"Hush now, Barbie. We don't want a scene," Lisa said as they quickly secured my legs as well.
"We think we've discovered a way to synthesize the DNA code of humans, modify it, and re-generate it in another host body."
As she spoke, Dr. Sanders swabbed my arm with a cotton ball, and I watched helplessly as she slipped the needle into my soft white flesh.
I watched as the pale yellow, viscous solution drained into me, and I wondered what it was designed to do exactly.
"How long before we see some results?" Lynn asked impatiently.
"About a week," Dr. Sanders answered.
"What kind of results do you mean?" I asked meekly, beads of sweat beginning to run down my forehead.
My tormentresses, Lisa and Lynn, looked at each other conspiratorially as Dr. Sanders wrote on the chart hanging at the foot of my bed while answering.
"As we speak, the genetic information contained in the injection is moving through your system, heading for your cerebral hemispheres, pituitary gland, and prostate. It will attach to the appropriate cells and chromosomes and modify them to match the encoding on the new genetic data."
She smugly clicked her pen and replaced the chart.
"What the fuck does that mean in English?" I wailed.
I did not get a straight answer from anybody that day, but over the next week, the effects of Dr. Sanders' 'genetic cocktail' became as clear to me as the pert upturned nose on my face.
My hair began to grow back, but only on my head and crotch. It started the very next morning as a soft fuzziness, and by nightfall, my formerly bald skull was covered with thick, wavy hair that nearly touched the bottom of my neck. And it was a vivid honey blonde! By the second day, Lisa had to show me how to pull it back off my face with a barrette in order to keep it out of my eyes.
My eyebrows grew back that first day too, but nothing like they were before. Instead of my dark bushy ones, I found I now had well-groomed, highly arched brows, just a tad darker than the mane of hair that had taken over my head.
The crotch hair didn't materialize quite as quickly, but there were certainly other things going on down there.
My balls first began to ache the second day, and by noon on the third day after the injection, it felt as though somebody were kicking me in the crotch every 10 minutes! I begged the nurses for some pain medication, but they just smiled and left me alone.
It felt as though my testicles were trying to shrink back into my gut, and sure enough, by the end of day four, they had reduced in size by at least 75%! They now looked less like the masculine organs of a grown man and more like the pre-pubescent balls of a 10-year-old boy.
At the same time, my beloved cock dwindled away to almost nothing. It now barely peeked out from a triangular forest of newly grown blond pubic hair. It was no longer long or supple enough for me to grab onto, and I was relegated to sitting down to pee, just like a woman!
Now, a week later, Lisa and Lynn were coming to review the effects of their demented handiwork. I trembled at the thought of being seen by my sister as I now was.
"I had no idea the change would be so dramatic!" exclaimed Lisa as I stood motionless and nude before them.
"Yes, we're quite pleased with the results of the Stage One injection," answered Dr. Sanders. "Nurse, please read the last entry on the patient's chart?"
Just a short while ago, I would have been consumed with sticking my big, throbbing rocket into the very pretty and buxom young nurse, but now I bowed my head shyly as she responded.
"Patient Barbie Ann Dahl, admitted 6 weeks ago exhibiting the physical characteristics of a fully grown male adult 24 years of age. At the time of admittance, the patient stood 6'0" tall and weighed 190 lbs. Patient's body was covered extensively with coarse black hair, and the genitals were measured as being somewhat...er..., large. The penis was 6" in its flaccid state, and 12" erect."
I listened wordlessly as the details of my debasement were enumerated while Lisa and Lynn just smirked.
"The patient now exhibits the physical characteristics of a considerably under-androgenized male in the early teen years. Height is now 5'2" and the patient's weight is currently 110 lbs. Body hair has been all but eliminated, except of course in the cranial area and genital vicinity. The penis now is just 1" long in the flaccid state, and incapable of erection, and the testes have withdrawn to an undescended position and reside within the lower abdomen."
I couldn't help myself any longer, and the tears began to flow freely over my lost virility.
"There, there Barbie, don't cry," Lynn said sneeringly. "We promised that the police would never catch you. They're not looking for an underdeveloped, sissified teenager, now are they?!"
"I hate you all for doing this to me! You've ruined my life!" I screamed with my high soprano voice.
The nurse gave me a shot to calm me down, then she and Dr. Sanders left me alone with Lynn and my sister.
"Look here, Barbie. All is not lost. If you like, Lynn and I can arrange it so that you can resume your musical career, and be more successful than ever before," Lisa said gently as I sank dejectedly back into the bed. It was the nicest she'd been to me since I came home from Europe.
"Really?" I asked, hopeful that they'd finally tired of fucking with my mind and would return me to normal.
"Definitely! Furthermore, we promise that you'll not only make a lot of money, but you'll have all the groupies you can handle!" Lynn added.
My mind was beginning to get a little fuzzy from the tranquilizer as I considered what they were saying.
"But won't the police arrest me?" I muttered, as my eyelids grew ever more weighty.
"You let us handle that problem. What do you say?" Lisa shot back, her face just inches from mine. "This is your last chance to return to the life of a rock 'n roll guitar player."
By now, I knew better than to trust these two bitches, but the injection had lowered my ability to reason and resist. Besides, if they were being straight with me, I didn't want to blow my last chance at a life filled with groupies!
"What's in it for you two?" I slurred as best I could.
"You hire Lynn as your manager and agree to pay a reasonable sum for her services. And I get the pleasure of finally seeing my younger sibling amount to something!" Lisa responded quickly as she placed a manila folder filled with documents in my small, smooth lap.
By now, I was so desperate to escape from my sexless, childlike condition that I agreed to their offer. Lisa immediately put a pen in my soft, limp fingers and began guiding it across several of the documents in the folder. I was far too doped-up to read what I was signing, and I may have even dozed off once or twice.
"There, dear. That's the last item that needed your signature!" Lisa chirped happily as Dr. Sanders and the nurse re-entered the room.
I felt my hip being swabbed with alcohol, and then the sharp stab of a hypo. I was just a hair this side of unconscious, but I was deliriously happy. That injection could only mean one thing: I was on my way back to manhood and freedom!
"This phase should only take about 24 hours," I heard Dr. Sanders say from a million miles away.
"Good! Because the band starts recording their first album in just ten days," Lynn replied.
"We can start her accelerated re-education almost immediately," Dr. Sanders said as the nurse hung an I.V. drip beside the bed. "Through a combination of subliminal tapes, psychotropic drugs and hypnosis, she should be acclimated to her new personality within the week."
"Wha..., new pers...?!" I mumbled as the light rapidly turned to gray.
"That's great, doctor," Lisa shot back, ignoring my feeble attempt at a question. "But I want to make one minor adjustment in that phase of her conversion."
There was more black than gray now, and I couldn't quite make out what the four women were saying."I...learned...my...lesson...Lisa...." I whispered as the black consumed me.
The crowd was still cheering wildly, lighters held aloft, as the band rushed from the stage to the waiting limousines. In just a year, The Vixens had gone from obscurity to being the hottest heavy metal band in the country.
Their debut album, 'Hot To Trot', had gone double platinum, and following a stint as the opening act for Guns N' Roses, they were now on their own 50-city, six-month tour. Their pictures had been on the cover of every rock magazine in America, and inside the lockers of nearly every heterosexual teenage boy. Their popularity was due not only to the hard-driving music, but to the fact that they were quite possibly the four most stunningly beautiful, sexy girls you could find in one place at the same time!
Kelly, the tall singer and leader of the band, had jet-black spiky hair, a gorgeous body with long dancer's legs, and a voice as powerful as a jackhammer. Misty, the bass player, was also taller than average, but a redhead. She loved using her height and domineering personality to intimidate the guys in the front row. She would stand tantalizingly close to them, her hands stroking the neck of her instrument like a big musical cock, her legs pumping in time to the music. Then, just when she thought they were ready to shoot their wads, she put her high-heeled boot in their face and made them lick it. The crowd would go nuts!
Maya was the drummer, and a former Miss Botswana. She used her powerful black legs to kick out the kind of beat you could feel in your kidneys as she sat imperiously above the stage behind her drumset. Her finely chiseled face and full sensuous lips looked regal in the spotlight, as did her muscular arms and large breasts.
But the most popular member of The Vixens was their dazzlingly gorgeous guitar player. Unlike the other girls, she was a petite little thing who needed to stand on a special platform when photos were taken in order to be seen! Her flowing mane of platinum blonde hair always looked as though she'd just finished being fucked by a tiger, and it framed her heart-shaped face and long neck perfectly, hanging almost to her ass.
In concert, she always appeared to be shy and avoided the spotlight, but the guys in the lighting crew had specific instructions to the contrary. Her every movement was highlighted, and elicited catcalls and wolf whistles from the mostly drunken crowd of male groupies. In spite of herself, she found that she rolled her hips every time she hit a power chord, and frequently puckered her ripe, pouty lips and licked them, simultaneously winking at a guy she'd pick out of the throng.
She never wore more on stage than necessary, and this particular night was no exception. A black underwire demi-bra lifted and pushed her 36D titties into view beneath the black leather bolero jacket she wore. Her bare midriff showed off the 22" waistline she worked to maintain, and the ultra-short red leather miniskirt did the same for her 35" hips and pillow-like ass. Black fishnet stockings held up by a bright blue garter belt added to the tarty look that she was becoming known for, as did the neon blue ankle boots with the 5" heels.
Every time she played one of her technically flawless, visually erotic guitar solos, she would fall to her knees at the front of the stage and appear to masturbate herself and the guitar at the same time! Often, she would culminate her solo by sticking her fingers beneath her tiny skirt, then remove them and lick them seductively! Her large, smoky eyes seemed to possess a combination of passionate abandon and sheer terror.
The boys loved this mixture of wanton slut and frightened rabbit.
As the limo pulled to the curb at their hotel, each girl exited, leaving only the guitar player and the band's manager behind.
"You did very, very good tonight. Although I want you to show off your tits more at the next show," the manager said as the girl stared out the window at the crush of fans holding up signs and things to autograph. "Are you listening to me, Barbie?"
She turned in the seat and stared at the older-looking, classily dressed woman.
"Yes, ma'am, I hear you," she purred in that sexy little voice that Arsenio Hall had found so funny when they were on his show last week. Ever since the day she'd signed those documents in the hospital, she'd been incapable of addressing Lynn as anything other than 'Ma'am' or 'Miss Horton'.
The car door opened, and her foster mother Lisa got in beside her.
"I hear the show went great tonight. That's wonderful, because there's somebody special up in the hotel who wants to talk to our little superstar about branching out on her own!" Lisa had her hand on Barbie's fishnet-clad thigh as she brushed a stray hair off her ex-brother's thrusting left boob.
"Solo? But I don't want to go solo. I hate being seen like this by so many people," Barbie whined as she felt a shiver of excitement pass between her legs as Lisa continued to caress her bosom.
"But he's talking about television, movies, product endorsements. Millions of dollars," Lynn interjected, her mind already calculating her and Lisa's profit margin.
"What do I care? I never see any of my money anyway. You promised me that I'd be a rich rock star?" the tearful sexpot whimpered.
"You are a rock star. And if it wasn't for that contract you signed giving Lynn 50% of your income as your personal manager, and another 40% as your business manager, you would be rich! And thanks to the legal papers you signed making me your guardian and foster mother, I'm the one who decided to donate the remaining 10% of your income to the Thomas Center for Substance Abuse Research!" Lisa responded scoldingly.
"When are you and Miss Horton going to let me go back to my old life again?" the poor little transformee begged, her large nipples poking through her flimsy top.
Lynn and Lisa looked at each other as though amused by something Barbie had said.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid she's had another episode of what Dr. Sanders called 'periodic selective memory'," Lynn said impatiently.
"That must be it. The doctor warned us that it might occur every now and then over the first year," Lisa answered.
"Periodic...what do you mean?" Barbie asked, still distressed by her new inability to understand or use words containing more than 3 syllables.
"Don't you remember, dear. You can never go back to who you were. Not since Dr. Sanders' genetic formula turned your little pee-pee and tiny balls into a nice, moist pussy and fertile ovaries!"
The car door opened, and the flabbergasted beauty was helped to her high-heeled feet.
Barbie remembered now. She would never be anything but what she was. A sexy little rock 'n' roll tramp with a body to die for, and a pussy to fill. Her sister's revenge had been completed the day she awoke from that last injection to find herself trapped in the body of a teenage sexbomb! What's more, while she was unconscious, they had messed with her mind somehow, so that every time she was around a crowd of people, particularly men, she felt compelled to act like a horny little cockteaser.
She minced over to the crowd of male groupies waiting behind the red barrier, her hands lifting up her tits for all to see, an involuntary smile spreading across her face.
"Hi, guys! Do you like what you see?" she cooed in her little-girl voice.
The fans erupted into a cacophony of cheers and whistles, and one guy carrying a sign that read: 'Barbie's Buddies' broke through the line and grabbed her around her tiny waist. Before anyone could react, he'd buried his face in her deep cleavage and began groping her ass!
Lynn and Lisa were used to this kind of reaction to their creation, and they just stood back while the police held off the rest of the mob.
"Well, well, there big boy!" Barbie giggled. "I guess you want to be my Ken doll!"
Inside, Barbie wanted to puke as she put her feminine hand to his crotch, and in full view of everybody, began to masturbate him through his jeans!
"GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE! GO BARBIE!" the crowd chanted.
Finally, the awestruck boy let out a howl of orgasmic delight, and gave Barbie a long, deep French kiss.
Before he could walk away, though, Barbie unzipped his pants, stuck two fingers inside his shorts until she felt them covered with his cum, and then withdrew them and sexily and rapturously licked them dry!
"Bye now, guys! I've got to go and get my beauty sleep!" she yelled as she walked, hip-swingingly into the hotel.
The elevator doors closed on the trio of women, Barbie once again demurely silent away from the crowd. As the floors zipped by, Barbie hoped that she was done being humiliated for the night and could just retire to her suite for a good night's sleep and further exploration of her tingling new pussy.
"Now, it's important that you show this big shot how much you appreciate his interest in your career," Lynn cautioned as the elevator doors opened on the 28th floor.
"This isn't the floor my suite is on!" Barbie complained as the two women pushed her into the hallway.
"Of course it's not. But Mr. Big's suite is # 2869. I hear those last two numbers are among his favorites!" Lisa laughed as she winked knowingly at Barbie.
"We'll see you for breakfast in the morning," they said in unison as the elevator doors slid shut.
Barbie hadn't taken more than 5 nervous steps when a door opened, and she was facing a muscular Italian man dressed only in a pair of red nylon underwear.
"Hello! You must be Barbie Dahl! I'd recognize those jugs anywhere. Hey, I love your band! Do you wanna fuck?""I hear you have an uncanny ability to know what a man likes!"
"If you only knew the truth," Barbie thought to herself as she fell to her knees and put her lips to the bulge facing her. | null | null | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/all_girl_band.txt |
1,917 | Unknown | Baby Becky is Born | "Oh Richie! Aren't you up yet?" his mother called from downstairs. Yes, Richie was awake and trying desperately to change his wet sheets before his mother found out. Richard was 6 years old, and like many boys his age, had a bed-wetting problem. His mother had been very patient with him at first, trying all the conventional methods to try to get him to dry up. Unfortunately, nothing she tried seemed to have the least effect on him. Finally, as a last resort, she took him to the doctor, thinking that maybe there was something physically wrong with her son. The doctor could find nothing except the fact that Richie was exceptionally small for his age. Many people would mistake him for a three-year-old rather than six. The doctor suggested that Richie's bed-wetting was just something that he would eventually grow out of and that there was really nothing to worry about. His mother, however, was becoming increasingly upset at his apparent lack of control. The angrier she became at him, the more insecure and upset he became, which meant the more he would wet his bed.
The night before, his mother had helped him to get ready for bed and had warned him that if he woke up wet in the morning, then she would have to take drastic action, though just what that action was, she wouldn't say. He tried to stay awake all night, too afraid of what would happen if he fell asleep. Finally, around 4:00 am, the inevitable happened, and he dozed off, waking up as usual, soaking wet. As he worked quickly to change his sheets, he could hear his mother walking up the stairs. "It's too late," he thought to himself, "she is going to find out!"
When his mother opened his bedroom door, there stood Richie in his wet pajamas, trying to hide the large wet spot in his bed.
"Well, young man, I see my talk with you last night did not do any good," she said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," her son answered fearfully. "I just fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was wet! I didn't do it on purpose!! I just couldn't help it!"
His mother took his wet sheets from him and said, "I'll take care of these; you go take a shower and come back here when you are done."
While Richie was in the shower, he thought to himself, "Gee, Mom didn't seem too upset with me! Maybe she forgot what she said last night, maybe she understands that I really can't stop wetting my bed. I bet if Dad was still alive, he would understand!" After he had dried himself and put his wet pajamas in the clothes hamper, he wrapped the towel around himself and went back to his room. When he opened his bedroom door, he couldn't believe what he saw! His mother was just finishing putting a pink plastic sheet in a baby crib that was set up in his room! On top of his dresser, next to the crib, was...No! It couldn't be!!! A stack of BABY DIAPERS! His mother looked at him and smiled. "I'm glad I kept your old crib now, and your Aunt Mae loaned me some of your little cousin's baby things. Now let Mommy get you dressed for the day!"
Richie couldn't believe what was happening! Surely his mom wasn't going to make him wear his cousin's clothes - she was a GIRL!! And a BABY!!! He started to cry as his mother lifted him up and laid him on the plastic sheet in the crib. "No, no, no, Mommy!!!" he cried, "I'm not a baby!!!" He began kicking and screaming, desperately trying to escape the crib. His mother calmly turned him over on his stomach, pulled the towel off of him, and spanked his bottom until it was a bright red. "Be still now, baby," his mother said sternly, "Or do you want another spanking?" Richie lay sobbing and rubbing his flaming bottom while his mother folded several of the white cotton diapers together. Turning him over on his back, she lifted him by his ankles and slipped the diaper beneath him. Next, she smoothed baby lotion all over his tummy and legs.
She ordered him to lift his legs over his head so she could put the lotion on his sore bottom. The lotion smelled nice and really took the sting away. Next, she sprinkled him with sweet-smelling talcum powder. Finally, she pulled the diaper up between his legs and pinned the corners at each hip. It was like a dream to Richie; he just couldn't believe that he was being diapered like a baby! As he lay there sniffling, his mother opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of toddler-size baby pants. They had little kittens and puppies printed on them, and what was even worse was that they were PINK! "Please, Mommy!!" he pleaded, "Don't make me wear those, they're for little GIRLS!" His mother just smiled at him and guided his feet through the leg openings of the plastic panties and pulled them up his legs and over his diaper. Richie didn't think he could feel any worse, but what came next soon proved him wrong. From his dresser drawer, his mother pulled a little girl's ruffled sun-suit. It was a pink panty style with a bib front and ruffled bottom. Richard began to kick and cry again as his mother guided his feet through the elastic leg bands and up over his baby pants. She made him sit up so that she could button the lacy shoulder straps to the bib in front.
"This is what you are going to wear from now on, Rebbeca," she explained. "Since you want to act like a baby so much, I have decided that you will be my baby girl. Your name is now Rebbeca, or Becky for short. You will be in diapers and baby girl clothes until I think that you are grown up enough to wear your big boy clothes. It's a good thing you are small enough to fit in your baby cousin's outfits, so I won't have to buy you a whole new wardrobe! And if you give me any trouble, Becky, I'll pull down your panties and spank you whenever you need it, no matter who is watching! Is that clear??" she demanded. Richie/Rebbeca could only nod his/her head in shame.
His mother lifted him out of the crib and stood him on the floor. Richie felt really funny being dressed as a little girl. He was so used to wearing long pants that his legs felt cold and bare. The soft diaper between his legs felt good, though. It brought back memories from his infancy that he thought he had forgotten. He suddenly realized how much he had missed the warm, secure feeling of a soft diaper between his thighs, and the helpless feeling as he wet or soiled himself. He had almost forgotten how much he had loved the smell of baby powder and lotion, and how pleasant it was to suck from his baby bottle. His mother took him by the hand and led him downstairs for breakfast. With so much diaper between his legs, he could only waddle, his bulging bottom wiggling back and forth. He really did look more like a two- or three-year-old little girl rather than a six-year-old boy. His mother fed him cereal for breakfast, and when they were done, she cleaned his hands and face.
After breakfast, his mother said, "Since I have a new baby to take care of, we will have to do some shopping for you. Would you like to go shopping with Mommy, Becky?" Richie was horrified! It was bad enough to be dressed in baby clothes here at home, but to be taken outside where everyone could see him! "No! Mommy, please don't take me out! Everyone will SEE me!!!" he sobbed.
"Well, of course, everyone will see you, silly! People love seeing pretty baby girls. Now, behave yourself; we wouldn't want to have to take down your panties and spank you in front of everyone, would we?" His mother took him by the hand and led him out to the car. The drive to the department store seemed to take forever. Richie prayed that they wouldn't meet anyone who knew them. He decided that the only thing that he could do was to act like a real baby girl, and maybe everyone would think that he was just a little big for his age. Finally, they pulled into the department store parking lot, and the moment of truth had arrived. While walking from the parking lot to the store, Richie felt as if everyone was staring right at him. He just knew that everyone could tell that he was in diapers. If his mother hadn't had him firmly in hand, he would have run back to the car and hidden. He was sure that everyone could see the bulge of his diaper as his bottom wiggled back and forth. Finally, they were in the air-conditioned coolness of the store, and his mother picked him up and sat him in the baby seat of her shopping cart. His mother opened her purse and removed a pacifier, which she tried to put into his mouth. When he refused to take it, she asked softly, "Do you want that spanking now, Becky?" Richie looked around at the store full of people and quickly slipped the pacifier into his mouth.
As she pushed him up and down the aisles, people would glance at him and smile. He thought they were smiling at him because they knew he was a little boy dressed up as a baby girl, and this really embarrassed him. Actually, they smiled at him because they saw him as a cute little baby girl and nothing more. When at last they got to the infants' department, his mother stopped to look around. "We will need some baby bibs for your meals, won't we, Becky?" she asked with a smile.As his mother picked up each bib, she would hold it up to him to see how it would look. She selected several bibs in different colors and nursery prints. She wanted to tie one on him right there, but after much pleading by Richie, she relented. Next, she picked out several baby bottles, baby powder and lotion, and a half dozen diaper pins. Then, she was off to the toy department. "Since you have been such a good little girl while shopping, I'm going to get a little surprise for you," she said. She picked out the cutest little Teddy Bear and handed it to her baby. Richie sat the Bear on his lap, thinking that it would hide the bulge of his diaper and baby pants. What he didn't know was that his sun-suit had slipped down in back, leaving the top of his diaper and baby panties exposed above the waistband.
Richie thought that they were done at last as they headed for the checkout stand. Suddenly, his mother stopped and said, "Oops! I almost forgot what I came here for!" She wheeled the cart back to the infants section and picked up a large box of disposable diapers and several pairs of plastic panties. Suddenly, Richie whispered urgently to his mother, "Mommy, I gotta go potty!" His mother just looked at him and smiled. "Babies don't go potty, sweetheart," she said. "They use their diapers, of course."
"But, mom, I have to do number two!" he whispered. His mother just patted his head. There was a long line at the checkout counter, and as Richie sat in the cart waiting, the pressure in his tummy grew and grew. He was sure that everyone was watching him, and that made matters even worse. Finally, just as the clerk began ringing up the things in the cart, he couldn't hold it anymore, and felt the warm mess filling the bottom of his diaper. He was so ashamed to have dirtied himself in front of everyone that he turned beet red. The relief he felt was so great that he began to wet his diaper at the same time. The woman clerk looked at him and said to his mother, "My, but your little girl has a red face!" His mother smiled at him and replied, "Yes, I think Becky needs her pants changed, don't you, dear?" Richie could only bury his head in his Teddy Bear and cry in shame while his mother paid for the purchases.
While she wheeled him out the door, Richie was very uncomfortable sitting in his wet and dirty diaper. Back at the car, his mother said, "Let's get the baby cleaned up and changed." She put the packages in the back seat and picked him up and laid him in the front seat on his back. "Mom, don't change me right here!" he begged. His Mom ignored him and unbuttoned the straps of his sun-suit, pulling it down his legs and off him. Next, his plastic panties were removed, and Richie prayed that no one would walk by and see him laying there in just a dirty diaper. Taking several baby wipes from one of the packages, his mother swiftly cleaned him up. Then, she took a clean disposable diaper from the box and slid it under his bottom and taped it at his hips. From another package, she brought forth a new pair of white baby pants with rows of pink ruffles across the bottom. His mother pulled them on over his fresh diaper and said, "Since it is so warm today, I think that this is all you need to wear right now." Once more, Richie began to cry. The sun suit was bad enough, but now he was being forced to wear nothing but his diaper and baby girl panties! He didn't think that he could feel more embarrassed than he felt right then. Fortunately, they hadn't met anyone they knew while shopping, and he hoped his luck would last longer. He had to admit that he was beginning to enjoy the soft feel of his diapers. They felt really neat as he walked, and they would rub against his little wee-wee. They made a nice cushion to sit on also. He began to like the idea of being able to wet any time he felt like it and not have to use a toilet. Babies don't have it so bad, he mused to himself as he idly rubbed his didy against his penis. Richie noticed that the more he rubbed his diaper, the harder his little wee-wee became. It felt so good that he continued to rub himself. Soon, his wee-wee began to tickle and feel really nice. His mother looked at him and smiled. "What are you doing, baby Becky? Do you need to be changed again already?" she asked. Richie just blushed and shook his head, taking his hand away from the front of his panties. "Those darling little rumba panties make you look like the cutest baby girl," his mother said.
"Please, mom," her son pleaded. "Can't we go home now, I don't want nobody to see me like this!"He really loved the way his soft diapers felt, and now he wouldn't have to worry about waking up in a wet bed anymore. Being in diapers and girls' clothes wasn't so bad as long as no one but he and his mother knew about it. His mother stopped rubbing him and handed Becky her new teddy bear. "You and your Teddy can take a nap now while I fix dinner. When I get you up, I'll show you your new baby dresses. Would you like that?" she asked. Richie smiled up at his mom as she kissed his forehead. After she had left, he rolled over and lay on his tummy. He just loved the way the soft cotton diaper felt as it rubbed against his bottom and between his thighs. He felt so small and helpless laying in his baby crib wearing only his diaper. His little penis became hard again and started pushing against the mattress. Not really knowing what he was doing, he slowly began to push his hard wee-wee against the mattress, feeling it rub against the inside of his diaper. As he lay on his stomach thrusting against the plastic crib sheet, his penis once again began to tickle. The more he rubbed, the better it felt, the better it felt, the faster he would rub. Suddenly, he felt wave after wave of indescribable pleasure wash over him. He felt as if he were wetting himself, but it NEVER felt like that before!! When he felt the front of his diaper, he expected to be soaking wet, but to his surprise, there was only a small wet spot. "Boy, that was neat!" he thought to himself. "I don't remember ever doing that when I was a baby!" He rolled on his back and picked up his Teddy Bear. The new baby hugged her Teddy and put her thumb in her mouth. Richard the six-year-old boy was gone forever. Baby Becky lay in her crib, propped her Teddy Bear beside her, and drifted off to sleep. | null | null | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/baby_becky_is_born.txt |
1,929 | Unknown | Bob | "Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his guardian.
"What ever for Robert dear?"
Bob was really angry. He would shortly be inheriting his late father's millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch for money. "Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.
"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a movie."
"O.K. dear, I'll get it for you."
Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who was administering his estate. She went out of her way to make life hell for Bob. Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only contacts they'd ever had with Joe Watson were support checks and the occasional birthday card. Despite this, or maybe out of guilt over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of his estate to Bob.
Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came under the control of Gloria. Until he turned twenty one, she was in charge of his life. He knew that there was a clause in the will that allowed her to retain control of the estate if she could prove that he was incapable of managing his own affairs, and he suspected that she'd like nothing better than to do so. What really got to him was the fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was, yet she treated him like a child.
Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise ever increasing control over him. As Bob Weinstein had told her: "Don't let him think for himself. Get him used to taking orders from you and being obedient to you."
Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert. Oh, by the way, I have a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and social assistant. Her name is Monica and she'll be living with us. I'm sure that you'll want to be here to meet her."
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"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress, it's just that we are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and you've been here the shortest amount of time. You must understand. I'm sure that Denice in personnel can fix you up with another job."
Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired from his job as a waitress. Thoughts of being sent home to the U.S. and having to prostitute himself ran through his pretty head. He practically ran to the personnel office.
"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're qualified for."
"Please. Can't you check again. I'll do anything."
"Well, let me check the files. Hmmm... It seems that Rhonda is leaving us, but no. You wouldn't want to do that."
"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.
"It seems that Dr. van Damme's personal housekeeper is retiring, leaving a vacancy."
"I can certainly keep house," Said Joe.
"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."
"I don't care, just try me out at it."
"Let me call Dr. van Damme and see if she's agreeable."
After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she sounded skeptical that you could handle it, but she's willing to give you a chance. You need to go see Mrs. Johnson and Donna for the necessary training.In addition to his normal duties, he would have to polish the silver and get dressed up for tonight.
"Yvonne."
"Oui Madame," said Joe.
If there were any strangers in the house, Joe was addressed as Yvonne. Dressed as a French maid, he had to act the part. Mrs. Johnson had taught him to pronounce French words with his artificial voice box, and his French vocabulary was at least the equal of his English, which had been purposefully limited.
In preparation for tonight's little soiree, Joe had donned a black satin and lace lingerie set consisting of panty, garter belt, and push-up bra. He attached sheer white stockings to his garters and slipped on a pair of pink satin pumps with five-inch heels. Over this, he pulled on layers of stiff white petticoats, followed by a low-cut, pink velvet French maid's uniform. Joe's hair was in a ponytail, and he tied a pink satin ribbon in a big bow to hold it back. A little white lace apron and a choker and wristlets of white satin bordered with lace completed his Yvonne costume.
Joe curtseyed carefully, knowing that his stocking tops would be revealed if he did not, and he didn't want to reveal any more of himself than was absolutely necessary.
"These are my guests, Hector and Miguel Gonzales."
Joe curtseyed gracefully to them, "Bon soir, Messieurs. May I get you drinks?"
The two brothers were tall, dark, and handsome. Joe felt the inevitable reaction of his body and averted his eyes from the men, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Other than to take note of Joe's exceptional beauty, the Gonzales brothers paid him no more mind than they would any servant. Joe overheard their conversation as he served the meal and was able to piece together that the Gonzales brothers were frequent visitors to Dr. van Damme's island, came from somewhere in South America, were fantastically wealthy, and performed many services for the Doctor, including acting as her bankers. After the table had been cleared, Joe was dismissed. He ran up to his room, where he masturbated urgently, grateful that he escaped performing like a wanton slut with the two brothers.
Over cigars and brandy, the Gonzales chatted idly with the doctor. Finally, Miguel spoke up. "This little thing Yvonne; she is perfection itself. Is she by any chance available?"
"Certainly. I shall have her report to your cottage, where she'll be waiting for you. I must inform you though that she is, or to be more precise, was a man."
"Madre de Dios! You are kidding me."
"Not at all. I have some very interesting tapes of her, I really should say his, progress. You see, we have punished Joe by ensuring that he can never forget that he was once a complete man. Would you care to view them?"
"Oh no Doctor, I trust your word implicitly, but this makes the prospect of a dalliance even more interesting. Let me ask this, is your maid available for permanent acquisition?"
"I'm afraid not, you see Joe, as he is called, doesn't know it, but he's still being trained. Eventually, he will be returned to his ex-wife, who is responsible for what has happened to him."
Hector could no longer remain silent. "I too was considering toying with this one. Perhaps, brother, we should settle for lesser fare?"
"Ah, but of course," replied Miguel.
To Dr. van Damme's questioning look, Miguel answered. "The two of us never share or have anything to do with a woman or any other thing, such as your little Joe in this case, that the other desires. We avoid the pitfalls of jealousies that way. Now, if Joe had a sister, we could purchase them both and return to our homeland with them."
At this last, Dr. van Damme looked up smiling, "Funny you should bring that up. My personal motto is 'anything is possible', and in this situation, anything may indeed happen. I shall remember your interest in Joe, if circumstances should happen to change."
Bob felt funny, he'd just shaven his entire body. He knew this was peculiar, but for some reason, it didn't bother him. Gloria was throwing a Mardi Gras party, and Monica had talked him into going disguised as a girl. "I'll take care of everything," she had said. "You'll probably win first prize."
Now he stood around naked and hairless, waiting for his lover to dress him. Monica started with a little black thing, which she pulled up around Bob's hips. It resembled a g-string, and she tucked his cock back under it, then tied it in place. The tight garment really compressed his cock and balls. Looking at himself, Bob couldn't see any sign of his manhood. "It's called a gaff, Bob. It will keep you safe from discovery."
Bob winced as Monica tightened the laces of what she called a ribbon corset. It relentlessly squeezed his waist into definite female proportions. Spandex panties were pulled up, and Bob discovered that they were padded, producing the illusion of a woman's hips and ass on his male body. Over this were placed white satin panties.
"Why do I have to wear these panties, no one will be looking under my dress?"
"Bob, it's a necessary component of the image you want to present to your audience. In order to project an air of femininity, you have to feel feminine, and wearing dainty lingerie will help you do just that."
Sheer, light-colored pantyhose were pulled up Bob's hairless legs. A strapless long-line bra was placed around his chest and hooked up. Pads were fitted into the cups of the bra. Bob saw in the mirror that he presented a very feminine profile. For some reason, it seemed natural.
A petticoat was held out, and Bob stepped into it. It was drawn up, positioned about his waist, and fell to mid-calf. The tea-length dress, which Monica had selected for Bob to wear, was a delicate confection of light turquoise acetate taffeta. Monica helped Bob get it over his head, then she zipped it up for him. The dress had a low scoop neck and sported a big bow over Bob's padded fanny. Matching satin pumps were slipped on Bob's feet, and Monica went to work on his makeup.
Monica placed a long brown wig, the same shade as his hair, over Bob's head and brushed it out. Stepping back, she looked at her handiwork: eyebrows, plucked thin, arched over heavily made-up eyes, while bright red lips smiled at her. Bob looked wonderful.
"He'll make such a pretty girl," thought Monica.
At the party, Bob was a smash. He looked just like a young girl at her prom, and no one would believe otherwise. The longer he remained dressed as he was, the better Bob felt about it. It felt entirely natural to be dressed as he was; he felt free and at peace with himself.
Bob Watson couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. For about a month now, he had no appetite, had lost weight and interest in sex with Monica, and had been very stressed out. Gloria sent him to a doctor who had found nothing wrong with him, but referred him to the psychiatrist that he was waiting to see, suspecting that whatever it was bothering him, might be psychosomatic. Bob looked at the name on the diplomas on the wall; Dr. Robert Weinstein.
Bob had been talking to the Doctor for about ten minutes, when the Doctor suggested hypnosis. "I guess I'll try anything," was Bob's reply.
Bob didn't know what to expect. He was given a shot and told to look at a strobe light. He did so, then looked at the doctor, "When will I be hypnotized?"
"You have been, Bob. You were under for about an hour."
Bob was shocked, he had noticed no passage of time. "What did you find out? Will I be o.k.?"
"Bob, perhaps I should call your guardian in to discuss this."
"No. Please Doctor. Whatever is wrong, getting Gloria involved will only make it worse."
"O.K. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but deep in your psyche, there is a woman trying to get out."
"What?"
"You are what we call a transsexual. We have no idea what causes this, but your subconscious mind is that of a female. You have repressed this trait so deeply, and it is so strong, that the resulting psychological conflict is manifesting itself by disrupting your health."
Bob could not believe what he'd just been told.Then he remembered the night he had dressed as a girl for the party, and how he had felt about it. "Could wearing a dress cause this to happen to me?"
"No. This has always been in you. However, wearing women's clothing could upset the delicate psychological balance of someone, like yourself, who had been successful in suppressing his transsexuality. Why? Have you done so recently?"
"Well, I dressed up like a girl for a costume party about a month ago."
"Yes, that could have set you off."
"So what can I do to get over this?"
"Bob, I am afraid that it is not that simple. Years of research with thousands of transsexuals has shown us that there is only one thing that you can do and experience permanent relief, but I do not think that you are quite ready to talk about that just yet. You first have to get over the shock of finding out what you are. To help you with that, I would like to refer you to a colleague of mine, with much more experience in these matters, at The Institute for the Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria."
Bob was despondent, every day his anxious longing to be a woman grew in intensity, with no relief in sight. He had been well received at The Institute, and the director, Leslie van Damme, had interviewed him personally as a favor to Bob Weinstein.
Bob had found Dr. van Damme to be a tall stunning blonde, he also found out that she was a man. Bob discovered that he was not alone. Indeed, the Institute had helped hundreds of others like himself to become the women that they knew they were. Bob's tests showed that he was definitely a transsexual and the Institute would accept him into its program.
The road to womanhood was a long one, stretching over years. Changing his sex would be a momentous and irreversible decision; Bob would therefore be required to complete many prerequisites, such as hormone therapy, which would ultimately result in him living and working as a woman for a year to prove he was serious about becoming one, before he would even be considered for surgery. The problem was that Bob couldn't wait years. He needed relief now, before he went insane.
At dinner one night. Gloria confronted him. "What's been troubling you Robert dear? You just mope around the house all the time. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but you might as well know what the Doctor said. I am what they call a transsexual. My mind is the mind of a woman and if I don't do something about it soon I will go crazy."
"So what is it that you want to do?" Asked Monica.
"Well it is not so much want as need. Science cannot change my mind to match my body, but they can change my body to match my mind, so eventually I plan to undergo sex reassignment surgery."
Gloria grinned. Bob missed it and she was able to regain her composure before saying; "Do you mean a sex-change? Isn't that a little extreme dear?"
"Perhaps it is," Bob replied, "but it's my only hope. They can't even help me anytime soon. It takes forever to get ready for the surgery."
Then, per her instructions, Monica chipped in, "I read somewhere that they do sex changes in other countries where there's no wait and supposedly they do a much better job."
"Really?" Asked Bob, his curiosity piqued.
"Yes, except I read that it is horribly expensive."
"That's O.K. I have plenty of money."
"I don't think so young man." Interjected Gloria."You don't get your money for another three years, and if you think that I will approve of you doing such a thing to yourself, or give you the money for it, you are seriously mistaken."
Bob was close to tears, to be given new hope and then have it taken away so quickly, was almost too much for him to bear. Then he saw what he must do.
"Please Gloria, you have no idea how much this means to me; it is life or death. I need to be a woman. I know that you don't get anything once I inherit and I'm sorry for what I said to you about screwing you over when I get my money. I apologize. If you'll only let me do this, I promise that I'll give you all the money you could possibly want."
Bob was in tears now; he got up and went to Gloria's chair, kneeled and took her hand. "Please Gloria, I beg of you, save me, help me become a woman."
"Oh I will Robert. Don't you worry," thought Gloria. "You'll get your wish in spades."
Gloria looked at Bob for what to him seemed an eternity. "Perhaps we can work something out." She said at last.None of this was new to Joe, as he tied on the white satin apron with a big bow in back and then rolled his hair up in a bun and put on the white cap, but so far he'd only had to dress like this occasionally. It would be a new experience to dress like regularly. Naturally, the transvestite responses programmed into Joe's mind were tickled pink as he minced out to the kitchen.
Bob woke up. As he did every morning, he stripped off his negligee and went to the mirror. "No changes yet." He thought, disappointed as he examined himself.
Bob had started on hormones and couldn't wait to see signs of the development to come. He looked at his hair. Long for a man, the brown locks were still too short to be styled and permed. Bob was eagerly looking forward to his first trip to a beauty salon. Meanwhile, Monica and Gloria were giving him a crash course in being a woman. As her price for letting him do this, Gloria had made Bob sign some papers in front of her lawyers, but he didn't care; he was on his way. Bob looked down at his shriveled penis. He had no use for it anymore and, some days, it was all he could do to keep from grabbing a knife and cutting it off.
Bob dressed, putting on the corset and padding which would give him a feminine figure until the hormones did. The thought, that some day the pads in his bra would be replaced by his own breasts pleased Bob no end. Over his lingerie, he pulled up pantyhose, dropped a slip over his head, and stepped into a peach linen dress that buttoned up the front. He buttoned the dress up, put on the matching belt, and then stepped into a pair of white sling-back pumps. Bob applied some makeup and checked his fingernails, long and painted red, they were good for now. He put earrings in his recently pierced ears, selected a matching necklace and bracelet, brushed mousse into his hair, and looked at himself. Yes, he could pass for a fashionable young woman, he did every day.
Bob was excited. Today he was to meet Leslie's sister, Justine, who, he'd been told, had been able to arrange surgery for him overseas somewhere. Bob sprayed on some perfume and went down to breakfast.
"It's a good thing I learned to cook at Dr. van Damme's." Joe thought as he scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and made toast. Gloria didn't have a cook and he had been told that he would have to not only serve, but also cook breakfast, lunch, and sometimes the rare dinner that she ate at home.
As instructed, Joe had set the table for four and one by one they came in and sat down; Gloria, Monica, the Doctor, and the girl whose name, he had been told, was Roberta.
Bob looked at the new maid. She was all tits and ass in her revealing little uniform. He thought to himself "she looks like a little tramp, but if that's what Gloria wants ...?"
Bob introduced himself to her,"Good morning, I am Roberta, you must be Yvonne?"
Bob was surprised to see the maid curtsey to him and say "oui Mademoiselle. Bon jour. Would you like some cafe?"
"Well at least she's well trained." He thought.
The four of them left immediately after breakfast and Joe went about his chores. He made up all the beds and while vacuuming the living room, stopped to stare at his picture on the mantle; a picture of him as a man that is. It was a copy of the same picture that Joe carried in his little gold locket which he usually wore when not in uniform. A tear came to his eye, but he just brushed it aside and, like a good little maid, went on with his work.
The next day, Joe was told to pack up the Doctor's clothing, then help Roberta pack for a trip the two of them would be taking. As he folded Roberta's lingerie, Joe tried to put his finger on what was so peculiar about her. In the drawer, under her panties, Joe discovered just what it was that was different about her; he looked at a birth certificate in the name of Robert Watson, with him, Joseph Watson, listed as the father.
Roberta was a man!
She was his son!
It became clear to Joe what was going on; Gloria was pulling some kind of stunt to try and get her hands on Bob's inheritance. Just then Bob walked in.
Bob looked at Yvonne. Good, she was almost done packing his things. He was shocked to hear her say; "you're Robert aren't you?"
"Yes, what of it?" He said, irritated at being read by a servant.
Bob was surprised as the girl came to him, with a look of horror on her pretty face. "You must leave now. Get out of Gloria's clutches. Go now before..."
"What is going on here!"
Monica and Gloria were standing in the door to Bob's room.
"Give me that." Said Gloria, grabbing Bob's birth certificate from Joe's hands. She returned it to Bob.
"You had better be more careful where you put things like this. And as for you, you insolent wench," she addressed Joe, "Monica will demonstrate what happens to an upstart maid who sticks her nose in where it does not belong."
Joe was terrified and there was no fight in him. Monica grabbed his arm, pulled him over to the bed, and sat down. "I'm sorry Yvonne, but I warned you."
The sex changed girl demonstrated her remaining strength as she held Joe still with one hand. "Pull up your skirts." She commanded.
Fully submissive now, Joe did as ordered; holding his skirt and petticoats up around his waist. Monica reached out, pulled his panties down to his ankles, and threw him over her lap face down. "Roberta, give me your hairbrush."
Joe was humiliated. To be thrown over Monica's knees like a little girl, with his plump womanly ass revealed for all to see. Terror replaced his humiliation as soon as the first blow fell. You see, Joe had resolved to take his spanking like a man, but he was no longer a man and was shortly bawling his eyes out.
Bob watched as Yvonne was beaten soundly for her indiscretion; she was wailing in a high voice, and her legs were kicking wildly, hampered by the panties around her ankles. Finally, with her ass glowing cherry red, she was released.
"Now pull up your panties and get back to work." Said Monica.
Bob watched as Yvonne put her panties back on, smoothed out her dress, and turned to leave.
"Aren't you forgetting something."
The maid turned, curtseyed to Monica, and said "merci Maitresse," then fled the room crying.
"That was pretty severe," thought Bob, "I hope she learned a lesson from it."
Joe watched from an upstairs window, with tears in his eyes, as Bob and Dr. van Damme got in the limousine and left for the airport.With the loss of the rain forests over there, my sources haven't been able to locate sufficient quantities of them. We have plantations where we are trying to cultivate the plant, but until we're successful, which may take over five years, we are limited to the stock on hand.
"How much is that?"
"Based on what Dr. Mason tells me, enough for possibly four changes."
"Damn the bad luck," said Dr. van Damm, staring off into space. She understood the potential of such a drug.
"What about Stephanie and Melissa?" asked Dr. Mason.
"I have their parents hypnotized also, and they believe their daughters have left home and moved to Los Angeles."
"Are they of any further use to you?"
"No, not really."
Dr. van Damme was in a sour mood over the unobtainable drug, and this may have accounted for her next action. "Hmmm. Do this. Virginia, remove any psychological blocks that you may have put on them. I want them to know who they are, what they have become, and be fully aware of their surroundings. Bob, have Dr. Brenner give them the permanent hair treatment; long and blonde. I want this done by Saturday when the fuel tanker arrives. When it leaves, I want them on it. They will be a little gift from me to our supplier. Those Arabs do so love blonde girls. Meanwhile, I want to see this effect of yours firsthand, and I have just the subject for it."
Dr. Mason, scrubbed up and dressed in surgical greens, looked down at the almost comatose youth on the operating table. "Hello Bob, remember me? I'm Dr. Mason, and I'll be performing your surgery today."
Already affected by the anesthesia, Bob could only grunt at her.
Bob was put under and castrated. In the recovery room, the other drugs were administered, and Dr. Mason then induced, what was already being referred to as, the Weinstein Effect on Bob, and he commenced a one-way journey to womanhood.
Bob came out from under the fog of anesthesia and smiled to himself. "Well, that's that," he thought, "it's all over now," little realizing that, for him, it was just beginning.
Bob couldn't feel anything below his waist, but that didn't bother him. He knew that he was a complete woman now. A lot of what had happened to him since he arrived here, and he never did learn where exactly here was, seemed a bit excessive and not exactly what he had expected. Take, for example, his hair, his entire body had been depilated, and his head covered with long blonde artificial stuff that couldn't be cut. Or his fingernails, they also had been removed and replaced with long red artificial ones which also couldn't be cut. Or his feet, they had been operated on and made smaller, but now only felt right in high heels. Not to mention his face, on which make-up had been tattooed.
That was all OK though. Bob was overjoyed with the other changes to his body. He spoke in a lovely soprano voice, thanks to the operation on his larynx; it didn't bother him very much that he had to learn to speak all over again. Bob sported the lush body of a young woman; wide hips, tiny waist, full breasts, and at long last, the genitals to match it. Bob knew that the work here was top-notch, any physician examining him would conclude with confidence that he had been born a girl. He laid back, satisfied at last. Before he returned to unconsciousness, Bob thought he felt something pulling on his earlobe.
Dr. van Damme considered Robert Watson. His transformation into a beautiful woman was complete. In many of the procedures, such as body contouring and hair implantation, the same programs used on his father, still stored in computer memory, were used on him with predictable results. Father and son were now, for all intents and purposes, twins.
It irked the doctor that Robert should enjoy what had been done to him. In her opinion, a man who had to be forced into womanhood shouldn't receive any satisfaction from it. She had debated removing the psychological programming which had driven Bob to change his sex and allowing him to awaken to discover that he had irreversibly turned himself into a blonde bombshell. "I made a deal though and I can't renege on it," she thought, "but perhaps I can work out something fitting."
Bob examined himself in the mirror. "You sure are some babe," he said to himself. It never failed to amaze him what a gorgeous creature he'd been turned into. He had expected, like most of the transsexuals he'd met at the Institute, to wind up looking like a masculine woman, but there was not even so much as a hint of his old maleness in the sexy girl who looked back at him.
Dr. van Damme watched Bob admire himself. "He really can't tell that he's not yet fully changed?"
Dr. Mason told her, "No. All he sees is the image we have put in his mind which he will eventually conform to."
"Amazing!"
Bob pulled pink satin panties up over his flat crotch. He liked the way it looked in panties now and had come to really enjoy wearing the apparel appropriate to his new sex. He settled his large breasts into the cups of his bra and pulled it up. Bob thought about his new wardrobe, every item in it made him appear as if he was going to a cocktail party or a formal dance. Dr. van Damme had also considered his wardrobe, and the money she saved by giving him Joe's old one. They were both the same size.
Bob wondered about something he hadn't considered until now; he really wasn't attracted to men at all. It surprised him that he would want so much to be a woman and, now that he was one, lack all interest in sex. He decided to ask Dr. van Damme about it during his interview with her scheduled for today.
Bob buttoned the back of his dress. It was the least exotic one he could find. It was black with a white floral design on it, made of very thin faille, with a full flowing skirt. He belted it, glad that he was able to find something that wasn't tight and revealing. Bob glanced in the mirror again, his appearance was flawless; he couldn't get over how cosmetic surgery had made his lips full and changed the shape of his eyes. He was a living doll.
Bob regarded the earrings hanging from his ears; after surgery, his castrated testicles had been sealed in clear acrylic with a little golden chain attached. He had eventually found them permanently attached to, and swinging from, his ears. He was told that this was something that the Institute requested be done, to always remind him where he had come from. Bob was told that they could be removed if, in the future, he determined that he just couldn't live with them, but for now they stayed. Bob decided that he liked his new earrings; his balls were finally proving themselves useful for something.
Bob thought about how he had to legally change his name when he got home and what he would change it to. He hadn't decided for certain; he was partial to both Pamela and Elizabeth.
Bob sat on the couch in Dr. van Damme's office, not believing what he was hearing. "So you see Bob, Gloria refuses to pay any money for charges incurred after the surgery was completed. That leaves you responsible financially for your room and board since then, and for your wardrobe as well."
"But I don't have any money, Doctor. Gloria said she'd pay for all of this."
"I am afraid that you are mistaken. Read this agreement she signed with you, and I am sure you will realize that she has fulfilled her obligations to you entirely."
Bob took the offered paper and read it. Gloria had done exactly what she had said she would. Bob felt his stomach sinking; he had signed away his entire fortune to her. "What can I do, Doctor?"
"Well, being as you owe me a considerable sum of money, I am sure we can work something out."
Bob looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was neither pleased nor comfortable. His hips and ass were crushed in the tight girdle which held up his support stockings. Likewise, his breasts were crammed into a minimizer bra, reducing their size to where he could zip up the black nylon uniform dress he'd been issued. He pinned on his name tag which read:
Robert Watson
Waitress
Dr. van Damme had put an end to his plan to change his name. Robert he was, and Robert he would remain.
"How did I ever let her talk me into a lifetime contract?" Bob wondered, as he went off to his job in the executive dining room.
Like his father before him, Bob worked his way up to the position of personal maid to Dr. van Damme. Also like his dad, Bob's mind and body were programmed with the sexual responses of a promiscuous slut. Unlike his father though, no trace of the old Bob remained. Oh, he remembered who he had been, but not for a minute did he ever regret what had been done to him; rather he revelled in it.
While Bob's body was rearranging itself, in line with her long-range plans, Dr. van Damme also had Bob's subconscious mind manipulated until he was the sweetest little submissive masochist possible.
Bob arose from bed and started getting ready for work. He had been a bit irritable the day before, but hadn't thought much about it. The feeling of extreme sensitivity persisted though, and his moodiness had grown more intense overnight. Bob made a mental note to see Dr. Mason that afternoon and mention it to her.
Bob was clearing away the remains of Dr. van Damme's lunch when all of a sudden he felt a searing pain tear through his abdomen. He dropped the tray he was carrying, grabbed his gut, and gasped.
"What's wrong, Bob?" asked Dr. van Damme.
"I don't know, Doctor... aaaaagh!" the pain was back, and this time it felt like his innards were being twisted like a rubber band.
She helped him along to the clinic.
Bob lay naked on the examination table with his feet up in stirrups as Dr. Mason conducted a pelvic exam. He still felt cramps and discomfort, but not as severe since the shot he had been given had taken effect.Bob felt whatever it was that the Doctor had placed up inside him slip out. "What's the matter Doctor? Is it a problem with my operation?"
"No not at all Bob. It's just nature's way of telling you that you're a woman now."
"Pain?"
"Yes and you'd better get used to it. Although I don't think that it will be so severe in the future. it's just that you're new plumbing is just flushing itself out, so to speak, for the first time."
"You mean this pain won't go away?"
"No, it will go away, but it will be back every month like clockwork. It's your period."
"PERIOD! But I'm a transsexual."
"So what?"
"I thought that I wouldn't have periods and such things."
"You wanted Dr. van Damme to make you into a woman didn't you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Well she did just that. You are now a fully functioning female, and I emphasize the word fully. Welcome to the sorority. As long as we are here in the clinic let me teach you some things you need to know." Dr. Mason reached down and picked up a plastic container.
"Now then, this is foam ..."
Back in his room Bob unpacked the bag of stuff Dr. Mason had given him. Pills, tampons, panty liners, douche, foam, and two dozen condoms. Bob was very conscious of the tampon up inside him, but Dr. Mason had told him that soon he wouldn't even notice it. Bob had been embarrassed by the condoms especially when Dr. Mason had made him put one on a life size model of a penis, telling him "it's a skill every girl needs to know."
Bob told her, "but Dr. I'm not even interested in men."
Dr. Mason didn't say a word, but thought to herself "Just you wait Robert, just you wait."
Dr van Damme read the letter from Monica. She and Gloria Watson were steady lovers now, and had decided to move from the city to an estate in the country. Joe was the perfect maid, but the new mansion would be too much for him alone. Monica had let it slip that Bob had stayed on the island and was working for the Doctor. Gloria was tickled pink with the idea of having both of the men who had been a threat to her, serving her as a matched pair of maids.
Dr. van Damme summoned Bob to her office. He entered, dressed in his standard uniform of white satin blouse and black taffeta skirt. She ignored him for several moments, then told him, "Bob I'm going away on a business trip. I was going to leave you here, but have decided that I need you with me. Take that suitcase and this."
She handed him a passport. " Get dressed in the clothing laid out in my bedroom and meet me back here."
Outside the Doctor's office, Bob looked at the passport. It was French, inside was a picture of him as he looked now, but that name; Yvonne LaEsclave. It was somehow familiar. Where had he heard it before? Suspicion grew in the back of his mind, but was quickly overshadowed by his excitement at going on a trip.We found that the boys were putting on weight and I couldn't allow that. I mean think of the money I have invested in their uniforms, and besides, they are perfect just as they are. Don't you agree?
"Yes, but I made them what they are, so I am more than a little prejudiced."
"No matter. I took the situation in hand; Joe and Bob are strict vegetarians now and I feed them only the healthiest of foods three times a day. For breakfast they get an orange, a bowl of oatmeal, and vitamins. Their lunch and dinner usually consists of beans and rice."
When the women entered the kitchen, Joe and Bob, who had been sitting at the table waiting, sprang up to attention. Monica got out two bowls; into each she put two scoops of cold brown rice from a pot in the refrigerator, then she opened a can of kidney beans and topped the rice with the beans, dividing the can between the two bowls. Monica put the bowls on the floor."You may eat."
To Dr. van Damme's amazement, Joe and Bob curtseyed saying "Thank you mistress," then got down on their hands and knees and, like two dogs, hungrily lapped at their obviously unappetizing fare with their rounded behinds up in the air, fully exposed.
"No need to worry about them losing their girlish figures, and besides think of the money I save on food." Laughed Gloria.
Later that evening Dr. van Damme joined Gloria Watson in her den for a nightcap. They each had a drink and made small talk. During a pause in the conversation, Gloria said, "Let's see how my boys are doing." Knowing that Bob and Joe's almost nightly ritual would soon be getting underway any minute now, she pushed a button and a section of wall slid away to reveal several television monitors and a control console. She turned them on and selected those cameras which gave good views of the bedroom and bath that Joe and Bob shared.
Joe had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off his superbly feminine body. In the bedroom, Bob sat in front of the mirror, brushing out his luxuriant blonde hair, dressed in an embroidered satin teddy. Joe wrapped a towel around his head, put on a short kimono style gown of jade silk, came out, sat down on the bed, and started drying his hair.
"I thought the doctor who invented this hair said it was low maintenance," said Joe sarcastically, since both of them spent hours on their hair.
"No he didn't; he just said it would last forever. If anything it is more work than real hair since you can't do anything to it that lasts. Sometimes I wish that I could just get a permanent and not have to worry about it," said Bob.
"I'm really worried about the Doctor being here, it can't mean anything but trouble for us," whined Joe.
"Oh come on Evie, lighten up a little," retorted Bob.
"Don't you start in with that shit too. It's bad enough with Gloria and that crazy doctor. When we're alone, just call me Joe."
The two of them had long ago discovered their relationship; Joe was troubled deeply by their circumstances, but Bob was too far gone to care. "I'm sorry Joe. Let me make it up to you by brushing your hair for you."
Bob came over, got on the bed behind Joe, and started brushing his father's long blonde hair. Joe knew that Bob liked what had been done to him. In fact, he'd been shown a videotape of the boy begging Gloria to have him changed into a female. "Bob is really into all this girl shit," thought Joe, who did only as much as he was forced to.
Joe didn't know it but, thanks to hypnosis and subliminal programming, Bob craved humiliation and domination in addition to his delight in his new body. Bob brushed Joe's hair until it shined, then leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Let's fool around pop."
Being under Gloria's total control, her sadistic domination had erased any inhibitions that either of them might have retained.
"I don't know ..." said Joe. Bob put down the hairbrush, reached around, undid Joe's robe, took the revealed breasts in each hand, and started playing with the nipples.
"Come on. You know you want to. Stop worrying about the Doctor being here, there's nothing you can do to change anything." Bob stopped the foreplay for a minute and slipped the straps of his teddy off of his shoulders, then he pulled the teddy down to reveal his bounteous breasts, and resumed fondling his father's breasts.
Joe could feel Bob's hard nipples pressing against his back. Thanks to conditioned behavior, the father responded quickly to the son's caresses. Joe turned around and looked at Bob. Joe still had his strong attraction to big titted sluts, and that's what he saw in front of him. It no longer mattered to him that this blonde bimbo had once been his son, or that she was an exact replica of himself. Joe's enlarged red lips met Bob's. He pulled Bob into his arms. Their tongues hungrily sought one another, as each one's breasts pressed hard against the other's.
It was times like this that Joe wished that he still had his cock and balls; he'd love to be able to screw the beautiful blonde that his son had become. Joe would never again screw any woman, but his sex change had left him with a realistic vagina, along with his responsive clitoris which allowed him plenty of potential for sexual relief.
Joe played with his nipples. He was in seventh heaven as he looked down at Bob's pretty blonde head. Joe loved having his pussy eaten, and Bob was very good at it. Joe was too, although he hated to do it, and would do so only at Gloria's command.
When Joe's pussy was dripping wet and he was grinding his cunt against Bob's face, Bob stopped, stripped off his teddy and, as he had so many times before, went to the dresser. Joe knew what would be coming next. It was deeply humiliating, but then again, it felt so good. Bob returned with a huge double-ended dildo.
Joe laid back and spread his legs wide to receive his end of the sex toy. Bob placed the oversized head of the rubber cock against Joe's cunt, and gently pushed it in. Joe's pussy was really slippery by now, but the diameter of the dildo was so large that they had to exercise caution getting it in. Finally it was in as far as they dared force it.
Now it was Bob's turn. He laid down and played with his pussy, preparing it for what was to come. Joe positioned himself so that the other head of the dildo was at Bob's cunt lips, then thrust his hips forward. Bob moaned as the enormous dildo invaded him. Before long, Joe was on top of Bob, their tits mashed together, as they ground pelvis against pelvis, each of them receiving extreme pleasure from their simulated fucking.
Dr. van Damme watched from the den as Bob fell asleep in Joe's arms. What a bizarre sight that had been, watching the two stacked blondes humping one another. Gloria interrupted her thoughts. "What I wanted to talk to you about Justine, is Joe and Bob's future. I must tell you that I have fallen in love with that girl you sent to help me with Bob. Monica and I do not desire this country life-style anymore and we want to move back to the city. I'm sure you see the problems which might arise if those two were to accompany us. Do you have any suggestions."
"Well, it's really funny that you should bring that up. I have been asked to approach you about the two of them. It seems that there are two very powerful and rich brothers and each wants Joe very badly. They could not agree on sharing him so they gave up on the idea of ever having him. I told them about Robert, that he was made into his father's twin, and they have asked me to speak to you and find out if they are available."
"What do they want them for?'
"This may sound crazy, but they want to marry them. These brothers share some extreme tastes, such as bondage and domination, just to name a few, and they would never in a million years find a real woman to tolerate what they would insist on, as a matter of course, in a marriage. Their only requirement is that Joe and Bob be totally submissive with absolutely no resistance left."
"Well Bob loves it when you punish him and I have beaten all the resistance out of Joe," said Gloria.
"If you're amenable, I would take them back to the island for a thorough preparation as there are a couple of other changes the brothers want done. I think that this proposition would be in everyone's best interests, especially since Bob would be happy in bondage and submission while Joe would always hate it. I have been instructed to offer you five hundred thousand dollars for the two of them. Do you find that offer fair?"
"More than fair and I'll accept it with pleasure," replied Gloria, "except that I insist you take half of the money. I don't need any of it thanks to you and you've done more than enough to earn it."
Dr. van Damme started giggling.
"What's so funny Justine?" asked Gloria.
"This will be so appropriate."
"Whatever do you mean?"
"This man who wants to marry Joe. He is worse to women than Joe Watson ever dreamed of being."
The two women sealed the deal with a toast to Joe and Bob's new lives.
Bob and Joe were glad to be back on Dr. van Damme's island and out of the clutches of Gloria. The two of them were again serving as maids for the Doctor until further arrangements could be made. Joe had no idea what would happen to them, but he had been assured that they would not be turned into streetwalkers.
Joe cooked and Bob had set the table in preparation for the arrival of the Gonzales brothers for dinner. Remembering the effect the brothers had on him the last time they were here, Joe was thankful that he would be in the kitchen, but he was not to be spared this night. "Joe get out here," squeaked Bob, running into the kitchen after the table had been cleared. "They want to give their compliments to the cook."
"Shit!" Joe removed the long white duster that he wore while cooking to reveal that, under it, he had on the same French maid's uniform as Bob.Joe could see the effect that the presence of the masculine brothers had on Bob as he waited on them; he was flushed, excited, and Joe knew from his own experiences that Bob's pussy must be dripping wet by now.
Joe went into the dining room, curtseyed, and then stood with his hands folded politely over his apron. Bob came out and stood beside his father.
The Gonzales brothers were speechless as they stared at the two gorgeous girls that they knew had once been men.
"How do you tell them apart?" Asked Hector.
"Oh there is a way, but I'll let you find out." Answered Dr. van Damme. "Don't just stand there. Introduce yourselves." She told her two maids.
Joe curtseyed. "I am Joseph Watson, sirs."
Bob followed suit.
Miguel Gonzales rose and came over to Joe. "I just wanted to express my compliments to the cook. The cook in this case being so beautiful, I believe that a kiss would be in order." Having been briefed on Joe's programming, Miguel grabbed Joe and before he could say anything, pulled him tight and kissed him passionately. Miguel felt the former man in his arms tighten up in resistance. In short order though, Joe was betrayed by his conditioned responses and was returning Miguel's kisses with all the fervor he could muster. Joe could not resist his carnal desires; he wanted to suck on Miguel's cock, he wanted it filling his hot cunt, to feel it rubbing against his swollen clit. Joe was overcome with lust and passion.
Miguel broke off the kiss and Joe could see that Hector was kissing Bob, who was responding in kind.
"Joe would you like to accompany Senor Gonzales to his room tonight?" Asked Dr. van Damme.
Joe could do nothing else but answer sweetly. "Yes ma'am."
Miguel explained to Joe, "I desired you as the delicate Yvonne and now I desire you even more as the beguiling Joe Watson. The only problem is that I want to keep you to myself. Forever. Tell me, how do you feel about that Joe?"
Joe just stood there, hoping that Miguel would kiss him again.
"Answer the man Joseph!" Demanded Dr. van Damme.
Joe would do or say anything by now, he was so horny; all he cared about was getting it on with Miguel. "I would love that sir." Joe said softly.
"He's all yours Miguel."
Miguel took Joe's hand and led him out of the room to his suite. Joe followed like an eager puppy.The corset provided the support necessary to hold up Joe's huge breasts, but in no way concealed them. Thusly attired, Joe would be led to the breakfast room.
Miguel liked to start his day with breakfast, during which time he would read any faxes or telexes concerning his businesses and then read the Financial Times. He believed that being "on the edge" sexually sharpened his business acumen, and it was his wife's job to keep him there. Joe would be under the table with each arm chained to a leg when Miguel would come down to breakfast. As soon as Miguel was seated, Joe would take his cock between his gums and work it up to an erection. If he failed to keep Miguel on the edge, or accidentally pushed him over, things would go badly for poor Joe.
After Miguel had finished his breakfast, Joe would be released to go upstairs where he would put in his teeth and don a dress. This was usually nothing more than a trifle of satin or silk which left all his charms easily accessible to Miguel. Joe would then be fed and put to his tasks for the day which, as befitted a lady of his stature, were usually needlepoint, cooking, and gardening.
It began to appear to Joe that there were indignities waiting for him around every corner. Miguel had decreed a fiesta upon his return. In most feudal societies, there was an old custom known as 'droit du seigneur' in which the lord of the manor got first crack at the new bride of any peasant. In this case, though, Miguel decided to try it in reverse to reward his faithful retainers. All the help got a crack at the new Senora Gonzales; Joe was sore for a week.
There were even more torments to come for Joe. It had been obvious that Bob wouldn't be fathering any more children. Not knowing about the exact changes made to Bob, and assuming he was like himself, Joe was dumbstruck when Miguel informed him that his son was pregnant. Joe had been secretly proud when he had become a father at twelve, but when his son became a mother at twenty-one, Joe's chagrin knew no bounds. Especially when Miguel teased him about being the sexiest grandmother in the world. Joe never met his grandchild as Hector had it delivered into the care of a wet nurse immediately. At least the child would have a chance of developing normally without seeing the reality of his lineage.
A couple of weeks after the birth, Hector and Bob came over for a formal dinner. Joe was naked, gagged, and tied to his chair because of an outburst at a dinner party the night before, and was jealous of Bob who wore a stylish gown and had his breasts covered.
"Miguel, I have something here you must try."
"Very well, little brother. What is it?"
Hector signaled the waitress who brought three glasses. "Roberta, if you will be so kind."
Showing not even the slightest embarrassment, Bob pulled the bodice of his gown down to reveal his breasts. Engorged with milk, they were even fuller than they had been before. Placing a glass under one massive breast, Bob started squeezing out milk. In almost no time, he had expressed enough to fill all three glasses. Miguel, Hector, and Bob each took a glass, and Hector offered a toast. "To my new son. Hector junior."
They all sipped at the warm milk. "Is this not divine?" Exclaimed Hector. "We no longer use cow's milk in my house anymore. By the way, brother, when do you plan to breed your Joe."
Miguel just glowered at this last. He had been trying, but it just wasn't happening. "I want him to be called Josefina."
"Well anyway, you shouldn't starve him. He'll need to keep up his strength if you want him to bear niños for you."
Miguel thought for a minute. "As always you are right, little brother. I have an idea. Josefina didn't get to try any of this fine milk. Perhaps Roberta would see his way fit to allow Josefina to sample some. From the source as it were."
Released from his bonds, Joe went over to where Bob had pushed his chair back from the table and got down on his knees. He was almost crying as he took the plump nipple between his gums.
"Don't worry, pop. Just kind of squeeze it and suck at the same time," Said Bob as he grabbed Joe's head and pulled it in tight against his bosom. Joe did as Bob had told him, and his mouth filled with the warm sweet fluid. Joe swallowed and repeated the action again and again; nursing at Bob's breasts until they were dry.
Joe got up to return to his seat, but his troubles weren't over yet. "Perhaps Roberta would like to have Josefina pleasure her in return for that fine feeding?" Asked Miguel.
Bob just giggled and shook his head in the affirmative. "You bitch!" thought Joe.
Joe was in tears as he crawled under the table, pushed the hem of Bob's gown up and pulled his panties down. The salt of Joe's tears mixed with Bob's pussy juice as Joe tongued Bob's cunt and nibbled on his clit. Would this be his final humiliation; forced to perform cunnilingus on the woman who had once been his son?
Not quite.Joe was dressed normally; in a dress, nylons, and heels, but something seemed different. "Miguel," said Dr. van Damme, "I am afraid I have cost you some money."
Miguel looked at her.
"You need to invest in some new clothing for Joe."
"What?" "Maternity clothing."
"Aha!" Miguel's smile showed that he was indeed pleased with this turn of affairs. Joe just sat with his hands together in his lap and stared at the floor.
"Regarding your other concerns Miguel; I think a little demonstration is in order. Joe?"
Joe was shocked to hear himself replying, "Si Senora."
"What the hell is going on here," Joe thought to himself.
"Just listen to this Miguel," Said Dr. van Damme. "What is your name girl?"
Joe tried to tell her "My name is Joseph Watson and I'm not really a girl", but what came out of his mouth was "Me llamo Josefina Gonzales, Senora".
"Quien es el hombre?"
"l es mi esposo Miguel."
"What the hell am I saying? What has she done to me?", thought Joe.
"He comprehends Spanish and English, but thinks only in English and speaks only in Spanish. His responses are, for the most part, limited and pre-programmed. He'll never embarrass you again."
"Thank you doctor. You have no idea how happy you have made me."
"Just don't put him in bondage or strap him into that trunk of yours while he's pregnant."
It was a long nine months for Joe and if it had been difficult for him to manage with his gigantic breasts, it became practically impossible to do anything with them and a swollen belly.
Joe screamed all the way through his final initiation into womanhood and when it was over; he lay there tired, torn, and bleeding, knowing that he would never again know greater humiliation or pain. Afterwards, when Joe's milk let down his breasts swelled up to the size of watermelons. Joe asked Miguel what he should do, to which Miguel replied, "I don't know for sure, but we can't let all that milk go to waste."
Joe worked on his needlepoint as the breast pump hummed and sucked the milk out of him. It was small consolation that the milk not needed for his own child, whom he had never met, was supplied to a mother's milk bank to feed orphans and sick children. Miguel liked to joke with Joe about being qualified for agricultural subsidies if he let Joe's mammaries dry up. Eventually they did though; when he got pregnant again.
Epilogue
Justine van Damme reviewed the results of the Watson affair. It had wound up all nice and neat, with no loose ends; she wished they could all turn out this way.
Gloria Watson and Monica were married and living in Manhattan, where they were committed activists in the lesbian cause. Justine had known that Monica had a submissive streak in her, but had been surprised to see Gloria become so butch.
Mark Walters and Sam Grenwald were toiling endlessly; concubines in the perfumed prison of a Middle East harem.
Joseph and Robert Watson were beyond anyone's reach in South America where, as Josefina and Roberta Gonzales, they would spend the rest of their lives imprisoned in exquisite femininity. Two more men who would never be heard from again.
Closing the file, she savored a sense of accomplishment, but didn't linger very long, thinking "oh well, that was fun, but on to the next case." | null | 1. Chapter | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/bob.txt |
1,939 | Unknown | The Surprise Vacation | "Did you take your vitamin, dear?" Ellen called from the bathroom.
I rubbed sleep from my eyes and picked up the pill bottle, rolling a big tablet into my palm. "My horse pill? I'm doing it now."
"Have you noticed any difference yet?"
"Nah. Vitamins are pretty much all alike." She'd gone on a minor health kick a month before, insisting that I needed to lose a little weight and take better care of myself. I hadn't actually made it to the gym to work out like she was, though.
"Where's my underwear, honey?" I asked my wife, poking through my almost empty drawer. It was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwear had been disappearing from my drawer over the last couple of weeks. I thought nothing of it, figuring that she'd simply been too busy to do laundry.
"Something went wrong with the washing machine, and it ruined everything in the last load," she said.
"Well, what am I going to wear?"
She emerged from the bathroom, dipped into her side of the dresser. "Here, put these on," she smiled, handing me a pair of her pink satin panties. "Now don't give me any fake macho bullshit. I know you love wearing my panties. In fact, I know you've secretly worn this very pair before."
I looked at her dumfounded. I thought that I'd successfully hidden my fetish from her. I'd been so careful.
"C'mon, let's put these on you," she teased. I was beet red as I numbly stepped into them and let her pull them up to my hips. She stroked my cock through the fabric, a lot like I often did. "Mmmm, I see that someone finds this exciting. We may have to keep it like that." I wasn't sure what she meant by that remark, but was too embarrassed to ask. I hurriedly put the rest of my clothes on, jeans and a T-shirt. She gave me a slightly disapproving look and said, "Well, I need to take you shopping and get some new underwear for you, among other things."
"Can't you just pick up some for me? I want to look at that washing machine and watch the football game."
Since she absolutely despises football, this would normally have set her off on a tirade, but surprisingly, she just smiled sweetly and said, "Don't worry about the washer. I fixed it myself. Go ahead and enjoy your football, honey. I'll get everything you need."
So while she was shopping, I lay on the couch stroking myself through the panties, embarrassed that my wife knew of my fetish, but relieved that she seemed so low-key about it. The game turned out to be pretty boring, and I thought about raiding her closet for something else to wear, but now that she knew, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I ended up taking a nap. I woke up when she came home, loaded with bags from various stores. I started to get up to help.
"Just stay there, I'll put everything away. What do you say that we go out for dinner?"
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Great. But first, I have a surprise for you. Stand up and close your eyes." I remembered that teasing look, that flirtatious tone.
We hadn't played sex games in a long time. In fact, we hadn't done anything sexual in a long time. With a smile, I stood and did as she asked. The next thing I knew, she pulled my hands behind my back and locked them with a pair of handcuffs!
"What's this all about?"
"No comments from the peanut gallery," she said as she put some sort of gag in my mouth.
Whatever it was filled up my whole mouth, all the way to the top of my throat! As I explored it with my tongue, I realized that it was a penis gag. What was going on?
"Now come along peacefully, or I'll have to take further steps." With that, I followed her into the bathroom. She took my hands and tied a strap to them and pulled it up to the shower curtain, forcing me to bend over at the waist. She then took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut my clothes off, ruining jeans I could have just stepped out of. It was all pretty kinky, even for Ellen's sometimes bizarre moods, but except for the embarrassment of having something shaped like a penis in my mouth, it seemed harmless.
"You won't be needing those anymore," she said, tossing the rags that had been my jeans and T-shirt down the laundry chute.
She then took some shaving cream and a razor and proceeded to shave every bit of hair below my eyebrows. I definitely didn't like the turn things were taking, but fighting her while she stroked my most private parts didn't seem like a good idea - and there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, anyway.
"I think that since you like wearing panties so much, you should have the experience of everything else that goes along with it," she explained as she worked over my underarms. "You'll find that all of your old clothes have been replaced with something more suitable for your new station. I think that about does it. Step in the shower and let's rinse you off."
There was nothing I could do except slide the strap down the bar and step under the water. I was bewildered. Surely she hadn't really thrown out all my clothes! As she rinsed all of the hairy soap off of my body, my skin felt strange, tingly and oddly alive. She spent more time on my weirdly naked penis, making it swell again. She patted me dry all over with a big, soft towel and spread skin conditioner all over me, dwelling on my semi-hard penis.
"Well, that looks much better, but we'll have to do something about your figure. That waistline will never do. You haven't been losing enough weight, darling. Follow me, and we'll take care of it."
As we walked into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laid out on the bed. There was a corset, panties, stockings, and a short dress. She began to put the corset on me, and said, "Your arms are in the way." With that, she reached into one of the bags and pulled out a leather collar. She then put some leather cuffs on my wrists, unlocked the metal ones, and quickly hooked my hands behind my head to the collar.
This was starting to get too weird. Our sex games had died out a year or so before. I'd known she was curious about bondage and stuff, but had laid down the law and said no. I tried to talk around the thing in my mouth, but she ignored me. I was able to offer only token resistance as my arms were asleep and numb from being pulled up and back for so long. Next, she started hooking up the corset and pulling the laces in behind me. Soon I couldn't breathe, and still she was tightening the laces.
"Is that uncomfortable? Too bad. It'll give you incentive to lose that extra weight you've been ignoring, won't it?" With a final savage jerk, she finished adjusting the laces with a full knot. "I think you'll have an interesting time trying to untie that by yourself."
I silently agreed. It was more like being in a straight jacket than lingerie. But there was an illicit thrill to it, despite my deepening worry that she was going way too far with her fun.
"Now let's put some panties on you. Which pair would you like? You don't care? That's no way for a lady to show interest in her appearance. I guess we'll try this new pair of pink satin ones I bought you. Now you don't have to steal mine, love. Oh, my! You really look cute in them."
Next came a set of latex breast forms which she teasingly placed in the corset's half cups to fill out my chest. After that, she rolled some stockings up each leg, hooked them to the garters on the corset, and smoothed them out. She quickly admired her work while I tried not to, too embarrassed for words, even if the gag hadn't been in my mouth.
"Let's see how this dress I picked out for you fits." With that, she picked up a shimmery peach-colored dress and worked it over the tangle of my head and arms. As it fell over my breasts and hips, it came down to only mid-thigh.
She looked at me with a grin on her face and said, "Don't you look adorable! You'll have to be very careful and ladylike when you sit or bend over, or the world will see your garters and panties. Only a slut would act like that. If you act like a slut, I'll have to treat you like one."
What did she mean by 'the world will see you?' I didn't like the implications in that statement."Step into these shoes," she said with an air of command, as she placed a pair of matching peach shoes with about a 3-1/2 inch heel on the floor.
I'd rarely dared to play with her high heels. They were a little too tight, but the real reason I usually avoided them was because they awoke in me a shame powerful enough to counterbalance the excitement of cross-dressing. I found it tremendously difficult to keep my balance with my hands fastened behind my neck.
"Now it's time for your makeup. I'm going to remove the gag, but I don't want to hear a single word or I'll put it back in and leave it there for a whole day." Ellen gave me a look that indicated she clearly meant it.
Well, I figured, we've gone this far, so why fight it. Besides, cosmetics were another thing I'd never had the guts to try, and I'd often fantasized about how I'd look. She spent the next thirty minutes completing my makeup, going through foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, adding a light blush, and finishing with a bright, deep rose lipstick. She topped it off with a light brown shoulder-length wig.
"Now you can look at yourself," she said as she led me to a mirror.
I couldn't believe it! A beautiful girl looked back at me. If she was alone in a bar, every guy in there would hit on her. The dress had a scooped front almost to my breast forms, which were ample. It also showed a very flattering figure. No wonder I couldn't breathe. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, the hemline seemed even shorter, at least six inches above my knees.
I heard a soft "click." I turned around, and my wife was taking pictures of me!
"You can't admire yourself all day, sweetie. We've got a busy afternoon and evening ahead of us."
My heart sank. She was really going to force me to go out dressed like this! I started to speak, wanting to talk her out of it, but she picked up the cock-shaped gag and moved ominously toward me. I shut up. With that, my wife changed into a plain dress and fluffed her hair, not even bothering to use any makeup on herself, which was unusual. She noted my confusion and said, "I don't want to steal any of the attention you deserve, honey."
She clipped a leash to my collar and led me to the garage. As she opened the passenger door, I began to fight her. "Honey, what are you trying to -"
She pushed me off balance, which wasn't hard, and stuffed the gag back in my mouth, immediately strapping it behind my head. "I warned you! Now you'll have to pay the price for disobedience!" She pushed me again, and I fell into the passenger seat. She buckled the seat belt. Bound as I was, with my hands behind my head, there was no way I could do anything but go along.
As she drove us away, she said, "I know you're dying of curiosity, sweetie, wondering what this is all about. It's simple really. I noticed about six months ago that my clothes and lingerie had been rearranged almost every time you're home and I'm not. I started carefully marking my hangers and drawers to confirm my suspicions, and I can name every time you snuck into something sexy and even tell you what you wore. Really, I don't mind, honey. In fact, it really turns me on. So I'm going to make sure that you live your fantasy to the fullest. It's really perfect, because MY fantasy is to dominate my husband completely and I'm going to act that out, too."
I couldn't believe it! She must have caught on almost the very first time I gave in to the impulse to see if silky feminine clothes felt as wonderful as they looked. Well, the first time since I was a kid, anyway.
"I've arranged for you to take a two-week surprise vacation starting Monday. Your boss thinks that we're going on a cruise." She giggled. "In a way, we are, aren't we? For the next two weeks, you're going to live entirely as a female and follow my every command. If you give me any shit at all, I'll send those pictures of you admiring yourself to your boss and secretary. I think they'd get a good laugh from them, don't you? To get you ready for our little adventure, we're going to the mall to do some shopping for your vacation."
I kept hoping it was all a joke. That any moment she'd turn the car around, laughing at how she'd scared me, and we'd play for a while in bed, then it'd be over. But my guts were cold. I couldn't talk myself into believing it'd happen that way. I knew she was dead serious.
As we pulled into the mall parking lot, she said, "In case you're having any thoughts about running away, remember that you don't have any car keys, wallet or money. If you don't do exactly as I say, I'll leave you here to get back on your own."
She was right! Trying to get home without her, dressed like this, wasn't an option. I couldn't even think of hitchhiking. Cold sweat popped out on my brow as I realized that I was stuck. I had to do what she said. I didn't even want to think of what her plans were.The bands around my wrists made that impossible, of course, and I cringed as the girl touched me and did it herself. I kept my eyes closed, unable to face the changes being made to me. The worst part was having my eyebrows plucked into shape. How could I hide that when the "vacation" was over?
"This is a 'light' makeover?" I wondered to Cindy in a safe whisper, trying to joke. "How long does it take for a complete job?" I really didn't want to know.
At that moment, my wife walked in with a shopping bag. "How are we coming? Oh, she looks just darling!" she said as she grinned at me. She then bent over and admired my bright red toenails. Confirming that Debbie was finished, she rolled my hose part way up and began digging through a huge shopping bag.
"What are you doing, honey?" I asked in a meek, gender-neutral voice.
"Oh, I didn't think that those shoes were flattering enough, so I dropped into the Wild Pair to find you something prettier. I know you're just dying to wear them, but with that corset on, I don't imagine you can bend over far enough to strap them on."
That was an understatement! While I'd gotten used to taking shallow breaths in the corset, there was no way I could bend that far down. I couldn't see what the shoes looked like from the angle I was sitting in the chair, but I could tell they had a much higher heel than the other set.
"There!" Cindy announced proudly. "That about finishes you. How are you coming, Debbie?"
"Just a few minutes to let the last coat dry." After about five very uncomfortable minutes of listening to girl talk, she said, "That about does it. Let's stand up and have a look at you."
My wife then removed the Velcro straps, freeing me from the chair. I stood up and almost fell. I looked down at my shoes. They were a pair of cream ankle straps with at least a five-inch heel. I could barely stand in them. It was amazing what a difference an inch and a half made. I then looked in the mirror, for the first time, and almost didn't recognize myself. The person standing there was a short, truly beautiful, entirely feminine woman staring back at me with wide, shocked, expertly made-up eyes! Her skin looked perfectly smooth, and her lips were strikingly highlighted.
I reflexively raised my hands to my face, not believing what I was seeing, and then noticed my nails. One full inch long and a deep liquid red - exactly the color of my skillfully painted lips and toes.
My wife smiled approvingly at me and said, "Don't they look lovely, Sheila?"
"Y...Yes," I stammered, too shocked to lie. "They're beautiful. I can't believe it!"
As she paid Cindy and we turned to go, she said, "By the way, I asked her to use a permanent set on the nails. You won't be able to remove them."
I looked down at my hands in shock. How could you hide nails like that? What would I do at the end of the two weeks? I knew enough about it to realize that even if I cut them off, they'd be unnaturally thick.
"Let's go, Sheila, we've got plenty still to do. Now it's time for some clothes shopping. With a gorgeous bod and sexy face like you have, we have to get you some 'hot' outfits to match."
I slowly emerged from my state of shock, and wished I hadn't. I was drawing even more attention now. The way men were staring at me left no doubt as to their thoughts. I stayed as close to Ellen as I could as she slowly toured store fronts.
Our first stop was "The Body Shop." My wife had me try on countless outfits in the dressing room. It was sheer torture, climbing into and out of one revealing outfit after another. I was horrified of being recognized and arrested for this perversion. She ended up picking out a short black leather skirt with matching bustier, and a white satin minidress with a deeply scooped neckline. Then she made me pay for the items with my American Express Card - with my real name on it! The sales clerk gave me a shocked look and then a big smirk. My face turned beet red from embarrassment. My slim hand shook as I tried to grip the pen and sign the sales slip with my too-long nails.
We went from store to store for about two more endless hours. I must have tried on forty outfits and purchased at least a dozen. My ribs were killing me from the constant pressure of the corset, and my feet ached from walking and standing in those incredible heels.
"Here we go. One last stop," my wife said as we turned into another boutique. "Why don't you have a seat for a couple of minutes."
She didn't have to tell me twice. I was exhausted. I sat in the chair she indicated, relieved to get a load off of my feet. I carefully smoothed my hemline as I sat down (I'd learned this lesson the hard way through some embarrassing comments and looks from other shoppers). I was so tired, I didn't know what store I was in, and really didn't care. I let my eyes close.
One of the clerks came up behind me and said, "Just sit still now." There was a sudden, intense burning sensation in my right ear. My eyes leapt open, and I tried to get up. She held my head firmly with one hand and said, "Just a few seconds. Hold still." The sharp pain was repeated in the other ear. She then rubbed both with some alcohol and fiddled with each ear for a few seconds. "There, that does it. You can get up now."
I stood up and looked in the mirror. She had pierced my ears and placed a little gold ball in each of them! What would I do at the end of two weeks? Those holes in my ears were going to take a long time to heal over.
"Okay, that finishes us here. It's time for us to go home and get ready to go out tonight."
With that, we walked back towards the car - slowly, because I was forced to take such mincing steps in the tall shoes.
As we got into the car, I turned and said, "Honey, this is ridiculous. Look at my hands! I can't -"
She slapped me hard on the cheek, staggering me. She immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs, put them on me, and secured them behind me to the headrest, making me completely helpless.
"I can see that you need a lesson to show you that I mean business. When I'm finished with you, you're going to beg me to dress you up, take you out, and make you look as pretty and sexy as possible! We both know that you've secretly dreamed about this. Well, it's happening, and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop it! The sooner you realize that you're no longer in control of what happens to you, the happier you'll be!"
"But honey," I whined, "don't you think that this's a little -"
She rammed the gag back in my mouth. "What were you saying, dear? I didn't catch it? Oh well, I guess it wasn't very important."
We pulled away from the mall with me helpless in the passenger seat, thankful that the tinted windows offered me a little protection from casual observation.
As I began to look around me, I realized that this was not the way home. Where was she taking me now?
She noticed me squirming and looking around and said, "Don't know where we're going? Well, as much as you deserve to be humiliated more in public, that'll have to wait. I just have to pick something up."
My relief quickly turned to chagrin as we stopped, and I looked at where we were. It was a shop entitled "Exotic Leather Goods."
"I need to grab a few things to ensure that you learn your lesson properly. Don't do anything naughty while I'm gone."
So there I was, tied into the passenger seat for any passers-by to see, trapped in a feminine appearance and clothing with an artificial penis filling my mouth. Now that we'd stopped, the tinted windows weren't nearly dark enough.
Suddenly, I saw a man approaching, walking towards the car. He was casually looking at each of them as he passed by. Would he notice me through the window? My heart was racing a mile a minute. Just as it looked as if he would pass right by, he stopped and did a double take. HE SAW ME! He stood there looking in the window for at least a full minute with a big grin on his face while I tried to become invisible. Just about that time, my wife came up to the car with a bag in her hand.
"Enjoying the view?" she casually asked the man.
"Sure am, honey," he replied with a leer. "Do you always keep her tied up like that?" He thought I was a real woman!
"She prefers it that way," my wife laughed. "She's my display model. Feel free to look all you want, but don't touch."
The man kept up his lewd stare while Ellen loaded her purchases. He waved gaily, still laughing, as he walked away. With that, she got in and started the car. As she drove us home, she said, "I was planning to take you out for a nice dinner and dancing tonight, but you obviously don't deserve a reward like that yet. So, instead, I'm going to teach you a lesson in obedience. When I'm through with you, you'll beg me to dress you up in sexy outfits so you can show off."
Brother, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think of what my "lesson" would be. I was sure that it would not be pleasant, but I knew there was no way she could make good on her promise that I'd want her to expose me publicly.
Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned over and connected my wrist cuffs to the collar. After that, she disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no chance to get free. She then reached into her big purse, pulled out a leash, and connected it to the collar. Getting her bag, my wife got out of the car and came around to my door. I still could not move because I was strapped in by the seat belt. She unhooked it and gave a tug on the leash.
"Come along now, Sheila," she ordered as we walked into the house. We stopped in the kitchen."The first thing we need to work on is this tendency of yours to talk back and question everything I say. After all, I can't keep that gag in your mouth all the time. Unless, of course, you like the feel of something shaped like a cock in your throat."
I shook my head violently.
"Well then, you need to show me that you can behave. Believe me, I hate keeping that beautiful mouth of yours gagged all the time. There are so many better uses for it."
Having said that, she pulled what looked like a leather sleeve with some laces running down the length out of the bag of things she'd just bought. She then walked out of the room for a few seconds and returned with several pieces of rope. She unlocked the wrist cuffs and had me put my hands behind my back. She then secured them with the hands facing.
Next, she picked up the sleeve and slid it up my arms, securing it with some straps in front of my shoulder, guaranteeing that it would not come off. Then she began tightening the laces, straightening my arms and pulling my elbows together until they were about four inches apart. It hurt like hell and forced me to pull my shoulders back and arch my back to accommodate the position of my arms. My arms and shoulders began to ache almost immediately.
"My, aren't you the brazen little slut!" she laughed as she looked at me. I had to admit that the way my back was arched did throw out my chest, emphasizing my big breasts. Next, she took a long length of rope, tied it to a ring on the sleeve below my hands and ran it to a hook in the ceiling. That ring! She'd had me put that in the ceiling last week to hold a heavy planter. How long had she been planning this? A tug on the rope brought me back to the present. As she pulled on the rope, it forced me to bend at the waist while she pulled my arms towards the ceiling. Tying the rope off onto a doorknob, she commented, "There, that should keep you. Comfy?"
Hardly! I was still in those ridiculous heels and this position forced all of my weight onto my toes, which were already in agony. Adding to this, the bent-over position made the corset so tight that I was gasping for breath in tiny pants. I felt like I was going to pass out.
The next thing I knew, she was pulling my dress up over my waist, exposing my pantied bottom. Then she pulled the panties down around my ankles.
"Are you ready for your first punishment?"
I had no way to say no, of course.
She fumbled around in the bag. When I looked, she had pulled out a leather paddle. There was no doubt what her intended target was. Bound as I was, there was also not a single thing that I could do about it.
SMACK! She connected right on my bare ass with a stinging blow. "I think that fifty good ones is about right for talking back to your mistress, don't you?"
SMACK! She continued. After about twenty, I lost all control and was crying like a baby. Each stroke seemed to sting more than the one before it. Finally, she reached fifty. My entire behind felt like it was on fire. She then pulled the panties up and pulled my hem down again.
"That was just your first punishment. I told you that you would never forget this lesson. I'll be back in a little while. I'm going to take a shower and rest a bit. My arms are tired. Don't go anywhere."
Her arms were tired! At my ass and thigh's expense! I stood there, miserably bent over, dreading the next punishment, and wondering what it would be.There was a seam down the middle decorated with silver studs. The outfit made her nipples stand out and was buried in the valley between her pussy lips. The stiletto heels made her much taller than I was, even in the five-inch heels I wore. Her eyes were made up in a way that reminded me of Cleopatra, with immense lashes and eyeliner and silver eye shadow drawn out almost to her temples. Her lips were a deep, deep red that made her teeth look too white. "Oh dear, you look terrible! Have you been ruining your makeup by crying?"
I nodded, shocked by her appearance. I heard myself whine, "It hurt."
"It was supposed to," she said, like she was explaining something obvious to a child. "And that was nothing compared to what I'll do if you start misbehaving again." She tied my bound wrists to the chair and brought me some water. I sipped thirstily until I noticed how badly I had to pee. It had been a long time since I'd used the toilet. And about then, the blood flowing through my arms began to tingle, then burn, hurting almost as badly as being tied had.
"It'll pass," she said with a grin.
"Can I use the bathroom? Please?"
"Soon. But first, we've got to get you looking pretty again. Do you know how much the makeover you ruined cost?"
So she led me back to the bedroom. I couldn't help noticing how the butt plug made me walk even more enticingly than I had merely in the high heels. Was there no end to my humiliation? I had to endure another eternal thirty minutes at her vanity before I was allowed to pee - sitting down, of course, with my wife standing there impatiently. I couldn't help but sigh my relief as yet more room was made for me to breathe. As I stood for her to pull my panties up, I was amazed that I felt almost comfortable in the corset and heels.
"Such a sexy smile," she observed, tucking my penis back between my legs. Her fingers lingered there. Her incredibly lush, wet lips hovered inches from mine, and I felt myself begin to harden in her hand. "Do you feel good, love?"
"A little," I confessed, reminding myself that I had to go along with her mad game.
"Don't you feel pretty?"
"Kind of."
"Pretty enough to go out to dinner now?"
I blushed. "I'm awfully tired. Can we do that another time?" My penis was at full erection by then, and she was showing no sign of stopping.
"But you would if I insisted?"
My hips rocked in time with her caress under my short skirt. "I'd have to. I know what'd happen if I tried to fight you."
"Oh, no you don't," she whispered into my face. "It'd be a hundred times worse than you can imagine, Sheila. Trust me on that. You don't want to ever do anything that'd make me angry. Never again. Understand?"
I nodded, feeling her stroking hand more clearly than I heard her soft words. The way she was rubbing me through the silky material of the panties was driving me wild. I parted my lips, leaning forward to kiss her. She quickly pulled away and squeezed my balls with enough force to make me feel nauseated.
"Ah, ah! None of that, darling. I'll not have you smearing that pretty lipstick of yours until I tell you to. Is my baby getting all hot? Her sweet clittie's swollen so big. Would she like me to make her cum?"
"Yes," I whispered. "Please."
"You'd cum in your panties and then sleep in them?"
"Yes. I don't care. Just -"
"You'd lick and suck my pussy until I told you to stop, and then cum in them for me?"
Oral sex had always disgusted me. "Yes! Anything you want!"
She dropped her hand and took me back to the bedroom, pushing me to my knees beside the bed. She quickly opened a Velcro closure hidden under the metal studs of the bodysuit and peeled away a strip of fabric that'd covered her groin. She straddled my head and sat on the edge of the mattress. I stared in shock between her legs. She'd shaved her pussy sometime in the week or more since we'd last made love. Her pinkish-brown labia shone with moisture.
"Kiss those lips, Sheila. French kiss that mouth, you little slut. Tongue fuck it like you mean it and maybe I'll let you cum."
I was repelled by the thought, but knew it was my only way to get gratification, and that resistance would mean real trouble. I made myself lean forward and hesitantly lap at her.
"No!" she yelled, grabbing me by my wig and slamming my face into her, humping my nose with her hips. "Do it, you fag slut, or we'll go out and pick somebody up to fuck YOU!"
I did it with every bit of energy I could summon. Little by little, my disgust faded. I was turning her on! Her thrusts and approving curses were heartfelt. I'd never heard her even half so aroused when we made love normally. My penis strained inside the tight panties as I eagerly wallowed between her legs, licking and sucking wherever she told me to and going fast or slow according to her commands.
When she orgasmed, I thought she was going to smother me. She screamed and her legs clamped around me like steel bands, trapping both my mouth and nose. Her pussy twitched around my tongue and my nose nuzzled her clit. Just as I started seeing black dots dancing in front of my eyes, she spread her legs and I came up gasping for air.
I felt right on the edge of cumming myself. I looked down and saw that the hem of my hose-clad legs were spread wide. My dress had slid up high enough to show the garters and the panties beneath. My cock was still almost invisible, pointing toward my butt. It looked like I had a girl's middle, and I was so turned on I was about to die! I'd never wanted to cum so bad in my whole life, and I couldn't reach out to jack off. I tried to pull my legs together, hoping that maybe I could rub my thighs together and get off that way. It didn't work.
I heard my wife laugh. "Would my horny baby like to cum in her panties now? Would she like to rub her clit with those sexy hands for me?"
I saw that she was laying back on the bed, staring down at me from between her legs. She was stroking her clit, just like her words were describing.
"Would you like me to fix your nasty mouth so you can be pretty for me, and jack off for me like a dirty little slut?"
"Yes! Oh, god, please!"
When she helped me up, she didn't have to tell me to lay down on the bed. I did it on my own. She spread my legs and snapped handcuffs attached to the bedframe around my ankles. Then she freed my hands from behind my back, clicking the left wrist to the bed over my head. The right one she set free.
"Now do it slow, Sheila. You can't cum until I tell you to."
I was almost oblivious by then. My hand felt clumsy after being imprisoned for so long, but it flew straight to my middle. She slapped it away and pinned my arm under her weight.
"Listen to me, cunt! Unless you do it MY way, you don't get to do it at all! Now just lay there until I say so!"
I panted while she swayed to the vanity to bring what she needed to repair my face again. I begged her to hurry. Her hand lightly tickled my painful balls and I cooperated to the max, holding my mouth open like I was hungry for the lipstick, turning my head this way and that so she could powder my cheeks and chin to her satisfaction.
"God, you're a sexy whore, Sheila! Now do exactly as I say. First, lift your skirt out of the way. Now scratch the length of your clit with those nasty red fingernails!"
The scrape of my long nails through the silk almost made me shoot off right then. I dimly heard the click of the shutter as she took more pictures, but there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I was angling my hips up provocatively, but I had to in order to reach myself.
"Feel good, honey? I wish you could see how sexy you are," she cooed. "Now stick your hand inside the panties and rub it, just a little."
The thrill was electrifying! It took every bit of willpower I owned not to jerk it just the once it'd take to send me over. But my wife's ominous warning rang in my ears. I may have whined, but I didn't cum.
"Perfect baby! Now push your panties down under your balls. I want to see it. I want to watch that pretty hand make you shoot cum up in the air. NO! NOT YET! I want you to just hold it for a second, just squeeze it. Feel how good it feels."
I was dying. My ears were ringing and my whole body was stiff. I was panting like a dog. "Please! Please," I howled.
"Tell me your name, slut! Tell me who you are and I'll let you cum!"
"Sheila," I shrieked. "I'm Sheila!"
"And you just love looking sexy, don't you!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Beg me to take you dancing tomorrow night!"
"Please take me out! Anywhere you want!"
"Do you want to show off? Do you want to wear that nasty black minidress and tall heels and bright makeup? Show everybody what a hot little slut you are?"
"Yes! I'll do it!"
"Do you WANT to do it?"
"Yes! Yes! I want to be a slut and let everybody see me!"
"Then cum for me, Sheila! Rub your fat clit and cum!"
The explosion ripped through me like lightning. My first blast of sperm must have shot two feet in the air. There were many more spurts to follow, and my flying hand was slick with it long before I was finished. I collapsed onto the mattress, weak as a baby.
She touched my shrinking penis, and I gasped. It was so sensitive I couldn't stand it. I heard her low chuckle, but she relented and lifted her hand. She brushed my lips with her fingers, and I automatically kissed them, tasting something salty and sticky.
My drowsy eyes sprang open. It was my cum! I jerked my head away.
Her voice was a frightening growl. "Do you really want to make me angry, Sheila? Do you really want to resist me? Are you ready for a hot, long dick to slide up your asshole?""
My eyes threatened to overflow. "No," I whispered.
"Then lick every drop of cum from my fingers like a good slut."
More humiliated than I'd been while giving the clerks my charge card, or even having the man leer at me through the car windows, I did what she demanded. She scooped every last bit of sperm off my dress and slack penis and made me swallow it.
Finally, after I'd licked my own hand clean, she was satisfied.
After she'd made me change into a red teddy, she chained me to the foot of the bed and made me sleep on a blanket on the floor. She'd loosened my girdle a little, but made me sleep in makeup and the wig. The butt plug was still there, too. She fed me a can of diet milkshake and a tiny salad.
"You need to get used to being this way, Sheila. And this IS the way you're going to be for the next two weeks. Maybe longer, if you give me any trouble. I can't wait to get our next photos back. They'll show anybody who sees them just how much you love living this way."
The renewed threat to give them to my boss cowed me even further. I'd never been so miserable in my life. She'd reminded me, as she handcuffed me to the bedframe, of what she'd said earlier.
"I told you, Sheila. I knew you didn't believe me then, but now you know. I made you beg me to go out and flaunt your slutty body, just like I said I would."
I cried as quietly as I could in the darkness. Somehow, some way, I HAD to get out of this!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: [email protected] (Tristmegistus)
Date: Sat, 5 Aug 1995 16:28:17 UTC
Subject: Tristmegistus: The Surprise Vacation 4/10 (TG+)
ADJUSTMENTS
I woke up stiff and sore, with the thing in my ass hurting like hell. That and being on the floor were instant reminders of everything that had happened. I tried a deep breath but was stopped by the corset. I had to sweep the wig's hair out of my mouth. My fingernails startled me so much that my handcuffs clinked on the bed.
The mattress moved and my wife's sleepy face peered down at me. "Good morning, Sheila? Did you sleep okay?"
A bitter retort was on my lips when I saw her face turn hard. I swallowed my protest. "Um, it was okay."
She looked pleased. "That's the spirit, darling! What a good girl you're being! Just for that, I'll let you go to the bathroom alone."
I tried to hide the hope surging through me by looking down at the floor and thanking her. My heart was pounding. She dashed it by holding up a pair cuffs with a short length of chain between them. She clicked them around my ankles before unlocking me from the bed, and made me put on the five-inch heels. I had to take short mincing steps. Even if I could get away from her, where could I go in a corset and teddy with shackles on my legs? Seeing my dismay, she laughed heartily as I walked delicately from the room.
I hated seeing myself in the mirror. There was still sleep-worn lipstick on my mouth, eyeliner around my eyes, and flakes of mascara all over my cheeks. The brown wig was a tangled mop. Under the teddy, I was as hairless as my wife, and the corset showing through the lacy lingerie showed a shape as nice as hers, too. I could barely see a man beneath all that. The haggard woman in the mirror looked familiar, like my twin sister might have if I had one.
I felt foolish standing to pee, having to hold the red teddy out of the way, but I was damned if I'd squat unless I had to. The long red fingernails embarrassed me as they touched my heavy morning cock. I had to look away as I did my business.
I tried to think. I could take a razor out with me to use as a weapon - but they were all the disposable kind and wouldn't work. Not that I could really hurt her, not even for this. But maybe I could convince her I meant business. To my dismay, there were no scissors, no nothing. Every conceivable weapon had been taken away. I almost cried in frustration, and managed not to only by reminding myself how feminine a reaction that'd be.
I pulled myself together. There'd be another time, other chances, if I played my cards right. Hating what I had to do, I tugged a brush through the wig and rinsed my face and mouth. I tried a practice smile, but it was too scary. I had to stay away from mirrors.
She arched an eyebrow when I traipsed back out with as much enthusiasm as I could find. "Why you little darling! You cleaned up for me!"
"Would you like me to bring you coffee in bed?" I asked her, remembering to speak softly in as feminine a voice as I could muster.
"What? And leave you in the kitchen with all those sharp things? Honey, you might hurt yourself."
Obviously, she knew I'd try something and wasn't going to give me the opening I needed. I choked back a burst of rage. "I'd be very careful."
"I'm sure you would, darling. But not this time. Sit down there and get started on your face, my little cum lover. I'll make the coffee."
She cuffed my legs to the back legs of the vanity's chair and roped my chest tightly to the back. I might be able to reach the knot, I thought.
"Now do a good job, honey. I want you to look pretty. Remember, we've got an appointment to get your hair done this afternoon."
"But I can't!" I protested. "I don't know how!"
"Come, darling," she warned as she turned away. "You've watched me hundreds of times, and Cindy and I showed you exactly how it needs to be done. Do it and do it right, or else!"
The moment she was out of sight, I tried the knot. It was tight, and I could get no leverage because of the angle of my wrists. I fumbled with it anyway, desperately, but to no avail. Again, tears threatened me. This time I couldn't hold them off. Once I started, I couldn't stop.
I'd never felt anything like that in my life. I was terrified and helpless. She was outsmarting me at every turn. I was horrified - she was winning! She WAS going to be able to make me do whatever she demanded, no matter how sick or twisted. I was never going to be able to resist her. I was still crying when she came back fifteen minutes later. Her deep scowl made me try harder to dam the flood.
"You haven't even started!" she accused angrily.
"I . . . I . . ." I stammered hopelessly.
"You worthless little bitch! That does it!" She stormed toward me. There was no way to flee from her. I covered my face with my arms and sobbed anew. But she didn't go for my face. Her slap landed squarely between my legs. I doubled up with a sick groan. She wrenched one arm behind my back and twisted. A cold cuff went around my wrist.
"Give me the other arm!"
I did.
"Why you thankless bitch! You broke a nail messing with that knot, trying to get away! Oh, you'll pay for that, too!" She jerked me to my feet by my arms, causing me to yell in pain. She dragged me into the bathroom and pushed me into the tub, still wearing what I'd slept in. She jerked off my high heels, then turned the water on, adjusting it until it was almost scalding hot. I was too afraid to protest. At least I'd quit crying. She quickly reattached the handcuffs around a very solid towel rack. With a sinking heart, I remembered I'd installed it for her three weeks ago. More evidence that she'd been planning this for a very long time!
To the burning water, she added fragrant bath salts and oils. She reached under me and with a cruel jerk, removed the plug that almost felt like part of my ass.
"You've earned the next larger size, cunt. We've got to get you loosened up and ready for a big fat real cock, don't we? After all, we don't want it to hurt you so much you can't enjoy the way it's going slide in and out of you."
That was more than enough to make me sob all over again. "Please," I begged her softly, "Not that. Anything but that."
"Anything, Sheila? You mean that anything's better than having a man lift your sexy legs over his shoulders and spread those cute buns under your dress and hammer you with his cock?"
"Yes!" I wailed hysterically. "Anything!"
"Oh, baby," she laughed, "I'm going to make you remember what you just said. When you're crying this hard, begging me to let you have a cock up your ass, I'll remind you. And you will, you know. Just like you did last night."
With the steaming tub filled to the rim, she left me to soak and think. Horrible scenarios ran through my mind, but none were anywhere near as bad as what she'd said. What could be worse than having another man do that to me? The whole thing was a nightmare, but that...
The water was almost cool by the time she returned, and I was having trouble. It was like the butt plug had already loosened my asshole, and I was sweating as I tried to keep my bowels from emptying in the bathwater.
"Toilet!" I begged the instant the door opened.
"Oh, my! Do we have a problem, darling?" I barely noticed that she was in makeup as wild as the night before and wearing an ebony minidress that looked as wet and skin-tight as her bodysuit had.
"I need to shit! Please!"
She giggled merrily. "We can't have that, can we?"You'd have to walk around all day smelling of your own shit!" She put a theatrically thoughtful red nail before her thick scarlet lips. "Now let me see. What did I do with those keys?"
I realized as she turned away that she wasn't coming back. I knew the keys were just outside the door on an end table. And she didn't return until she heard the forlorn wail I made fifteen minutes later as my stretched sphincter finally released. I was straining to keep as much of my body out of the filth as I could and crying like a lost toddler.
She clucked her tongue at me and looked disgusted. "Well, Sheila. That's your third fuck-up already, and you've only been awake an hour. What am I going to do with you? I'm only going to be able to have you fucked by a few men before it's more reward than punishment."
"I'm sorry! I'll behave! I swear to God I will. Please, Ellen, give me one more chance!" I knew she was maneuvering me, but it was all I could do.
She walked up to the side of the tub, petted my damp wig with her hand. I looked up, pleading with my eyes. I could see right up her skirt, see that she wasn't wearing any panties, just garters to hold up her seamed hose. Her naked pussy pouted down at me. I remembered how it tasted. Her searing red mouth smiled. "Anything, darling. That's what you said. Remember? Now take a deep breath and relax."
With that, she unlocked my hands. I knew what was coming. Nausea welled up in me as she pushed my head under the water I'd soiled.
At least she let me shower and scrub myself clean, even though I didn't feel that way. It didn't feel like I'd ever be able to get clean. I hated her for what she'd done - all of it, not just in the bathtub. But it was a strange hatred, more fear than anger, if that makes sense. It didn't to me. I was more and more convinced that I wasn't going to be able to escape her - ever. My self-confidence had been eaten away over the past day until I doubted everything except her cunning.
Somehow, being naked was even worse than wearing the corset and teddy had been. My hairlessness seemed all the reminder I needed. I wrapped a towel around me to hide as much of myself as I could while I shaved my light beard as smooth as was humanly possible. I knew the towel was a feminine gesture, but I couldn't stand seeing myself that way.
When I finally minced out of the bathroom in my shackles, holding my shampooed wig in my hand, she acted like nothing had ever happened. She was chatty, in a kind of girl-to-girl way. She'd loaded a tray with fresh fruit and coffee. My mouth watered as I ate my share and tried to make light conversation. She was critical of my voice, but not in a vicious way. As she cleared the scant meal, she told me to do my makeup like a good girl.
I promptly tried to imitate what had been done to me several times the day before. I'd been paying no attention, and was finding the task overwhelming. I swallowed my fear and meekly asked for her help. I watched her expressionless face as she approached, fearful of her wrath, but her smile made me try to, also.
"Of course, my love. I'm so happy you asked." She pressed her soft breasts against the back of my head as she hugged me. "I'd love to help make you beautiful. But," she warned tenderly, "you must learn to do it for yourself, or I'll be upset."
"I will," I vowed, relishing the feel of her chest wrapping around me. "Uh, by the way, I think you're beautiful today." It was the most truthful thing I'd said all day.
"Um," she purred, sliding her hands down my smooth chest, playing with my nipples, rubbing her breasts more firmly against me. "Thank you, lover. I knew you'd like it as much as I do."
She let her hands slide lower still, grasped my growing member in a gentle hand. "God, you make me so hot," she whispered, staring at me via the mirror. "You've done your lips even better than I did. Such a sweet red pout - but you should never start with lipstick, baby. Oohh. My cunt's dripping, thinking about how good they'd feel kissing it like you did last night. You gave me the best orgasm I've ever had, Sheila. I want to sixty-nine with you, lick your clit until we both cum."
"I want that, too," I panted hotly, imagining my cock in that sweltering red mouth. I spoke what I hoped she wanted to hear. "Let me lick you again. Let me fuck you with my tongue."
She kept me stone hard and sweaty until she'd coached me through the whole makeover. Then she forced me into a second corset, this one red, and let me play with myself and her heavy breasts as she stretched the laces tighter and tighter. She warned me over and over not to cum until she gave me permission. I had to put the breast forms in myself. Satisfied, she pushed me to the carpet and straddled my face.
"Eat me, whore," was her final command before lowering her head toward my big, raging clit.
It didn't take either one of us long. I couldn't wait for her to tell me to let go. She started writhing on my face as her orgasm hit her, and mine erupted wildly moments later. She didn't seem to mind, as she moaned loudly, despite her mouthful, and sucked mightily.
I was still lazily licking her when she lifted herself off me and turned around. She brought her smeared red lips down to mine and kissed me hungrily. She forced her tongue into my mouth, then pushed the glob of cum she'd saved into the back of my mouth. I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. She clamped one hand over my lips and massaged my throat until I swallowed repeatedly, my eyes filled with tears of humiliation.
"There. Was that so bad, Sheila? Because you're being so cooperative, I'll overlook the fact that I didn't give you permission to cum. See? I'm not unreasonable. If you continue to behave, we can both enjoy ourselves. But the moment you rebel, I'm the only one who'll enjoy myself. Now be a doll and take your vitamin before you fix your face."
The way she said it made me suspicious. I looked at the big pill when I rolled it into my palm.
Her laughter made me turn my head after I'd swallowed it. "You're right, dear. That's a very special vitamin. You've been taking a huge dose of female hormones for over a month now. Haven't you noticed how smooth your skin is getting? Soon, you'll be growing your very own breasts!"
I stared at her in utter horror, more sick to my stomach than bathing in my shit had made me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.
She encircled my waist from behind, trapping my arms within hers. "Because it's what we both want, darling. Don't you see? You need this as much as I do." Her voice turned stern and cold. "If you ruin your makeup by crying, I'll make you regret it."
It took superhuman effort to stifle the tears. I wondered, in my panic, if the daily overdose of hormones was what was making me so emotional. I tried to pay attention to the cosmetics as I prepared my face to go back to the mall. I didn't care how I looked - but Ellen did, and pleasing her was something I HAD to do.
Dressed in a skimpy gold dress and strapped into yet another pair of five-inch heels, with the promised larger butt plug trapped between my ass cheeks and my wig pinned to my scalp, she led me back to the garage. I was somewhat shocked that she didn't use the handcuffs. I guess she figured the leather collar and leg irons and my full-blown feminine look was enough incentive to behave. She was right, too."No problem," the stylist smirked. "I've been thinking. If you'd like, I could wax her legs and chest, and I think I can do better with her face, too."
"Great idea! Do whatever you think the little bitch needs. I'll be back in an hour or so." She turned her wet red lips up and smiled at me. "Be a good girl, Sheila. I think Cindy likes you, so be very nice and don't give her any trouble."
I nodded meekly, tried to smile back, and used the tips she'd given me on speaking right. "Have fun shopping."
As soon as she was out of sight, Cindy started acting different. "Okay, Sheila, we're going to have a lot of fun today. You're not going to believe how hot you're going to look before I'm through with you."
She removed my wig, which was embarrassing. Anybody who walked in would recognize me for what I was. I was expecting her to style it or something. Instead, she threw it carelessly on the counter and picked up a pair of shears. When she started cutting away all my hair, I froze. She didn't stop until my hair was an eighth of an inch long all over! Then, to my horror, she picked up a straight razor and ran it ominously over a strop, smiling wickedly at me all the while.
I sat rigidly, gripping the armrest as tightly as I could, while she applied shaving cream to my scalp and shaved me completely bald! I was whimpering, doing everything possible not to cry at my humiliation.
"Now look in the mirror, Sheila!" It was a command at least as intense as any Ellen gave me. I obeyed, fearing the consequences, and was astonished by what I saw.
It wasn't a bald man sitting there, but a lovely, delicately featured young woman with a scalp as slick as a cue ball! I tried as hard as I could to see myself under the clothes and cosmetics, and couldn't! The dangling earrings, arched eyebrows and bowed, trembling red lips weren't mine! The heaving double swell of my chest looked like it belonged there! The shapely hose-covered legs and towering high heels were someone else's! I had vanished as thoroughly as if I'd never existed!
"Now for the good part," Cindy said. She lifted another wig, long, platinum blonde and obviously very, very expensive, from a box. She showed me a peculiar smooth liner on the underside instead of the weave like on the other one. "What happens is that I apply a nice smooth coat of a special epoxy to your scalp and the wig, then..."
She let her words trail off. I completed the sentence for her in my mind. It'd become permanent. Maybe, in a month or so, as my hair grew out, it'd loosen. Until it did, the silver blonde hair would cascade over my shoulders and reach part way down my back. It finally penetrated that my two-week vacation "cruise" wasn't going to end that soon, no matter how well I behaved.
I gave in to my tears while Cindy smeared the smelly paste all over my scalp, and I openly sobbed when she carefully fitted the wig to my head, jerking it firmly into place. She wore an expression of triumph.
"Jesus," she sneered, "what a pussy you are! It's no wonder your wife treats you this way. It's exactly what a wimpy little fag like you deserves! Now I'm going to take these straps off and get you out of that corset long enough to make sure there's not a single bit of stubble anywhere on you. Give me any shit, and I'll invite every woman in the shop to come back and laugh at your naked body!"
Taking all my clothes off was even worse than wearing them. I felt like I wasn't a man anymore, and she destroyed the illusion that I was a woman, too. She laughed at the plug closing my ass as she smeared a burning, stinking chemical all over me, even on my face, cock and balls, and made me endure the torture of the depilatory far longer than was necessary. I was afraid it was going to burn my penis and balls right off. She pushed me into a shower and made me rinse it all off and use a heavily perfumed soap and then fragrant body powder. I noticed how smooth and soft I was all over. I guessed the hormones were working, like Ellen had said.
She laced me back into the red corset even tighter than my wife had, but had added some padding to the hip area while I showered. When she stepped back to admire her work, I had even more of an hourglass figure than before. She made me sit in the chair, with nothing to cover my dangling, shriveled genitals, while the other girl, Debbie, redid all my nails, not just the one I'd cracked, and made them even longer and redder. The way she smirked from time to time at my groin made me wish my sex organs would crawl up inside me.
Cindy, meanwhile, was styling my new hair and redoing my face, using a different colored foundation, lots of bright blush, and making my eyes and lips look as slutty as Ellen's did. I really and truly looked like a cheap whore with useless male organs where a wet pussy should have been.
That's the way my wife found me on her return. Her eyes widened with surprise, then her lush lips smiled. "Good lord, Cindy! You're a genius!"
"You've got one hot little slut here!" the stylist laughed. "Thirty-seven, twenty-two, thirty-five unless I'm blind. That gold dress is going to be stretched even tighter over her mean little ass. Too bad she's got such a pot belly under that corset. Get her to lose fifteen pounds and she'd be a real knockout - if she didn't have that ugly thing between her legs."
"Twenty pounds is more like it," my wife said. She patted my wrist. "I know she can do it. She may not show it, but she loves what you've done for her, don't you darling?"
When I meekly nodded, her hand tightened on my arm. Before she could reprimand me for not answering aloud, I did. "Yes. It's lovely. Thank you, Cindy."
They both laughed at my spinelessness. Cindy added, a little hesitantly, "I, uh, came across something else I think she might like. If you don't mind, Ellen, I'd like to give her a present."
Ellen looked touched. "Cindy! That's so sweet! Of course you may!" I was instantly filled with fear.
The stylist opened a drawer in her cabinet and brought out a gaily wrapped package with "To Sheila," written on the tag and handed it to me. The paper read "Happy Birthday," all over. I blushed furiously.
"Well open it, silly girl!" my wife urged.
I did, fumbling, unable to use my hands as I always had due to the absurd length of my hooked nails. I discovered I could use them as tools, sliding them along, slitting the paper like a letter opener. Inside the box was a bizarre flesh-toned elastic device something like both a g-string and a pouchless jock strap.
When I figured out its function, my blush went even deeper.
"A retainer!" Ellen said appreciatively. "Oh, Sheila, put it on for us!" She ripped off the Velcro bands, freeing my arms.
I bent forward as far as I could, exhaled every bit of air in my lungs, but the corset wouldn't let me come close to reaching my ankles, even when I lifted one foot. "Will you help me?"
"Of course, darling! Here!" I delicately lifted each foot as she slipped it over my ankles, but she stopped when she'd lifted it to a height I'd shown I could reach. I had to do the rest.
It was humiliating to have to detach my hose from the garters, elevate my hips, and work the thing into place. Worst of all was reaching inside it and arranging my penis and balls so that they flattened into absolute invisibility. Ellen again helped me with my tiny bikini panties. When all was done, I had a perfectly smooth middle. Even the retainer's tough elastic string dug so deeply into my flesh that it left no line.
For all visible purposes, I had been turned into a complete woman, even if they peeked up my dress. No one who saw me would ever doubt my femininity now. The leather collar covered the lump of my larynx. My knees weren't even knobby. I felt positive that I would "pass" wherever I went. But that was only part of it.
My own senses reported no masculinity left in me. My shimmering hair - the only hair I had other than my carefully shaped eyebrows - had tickled my cleavage as I bent forward, swung with my every move. Dangling from my ears were long gold earrings that chimed softly when I moved my head. I had learned to look out at the world through long black lashes thick with mascara, day and night. When I looked at my chest, even without breast forms, I saw how much the corset lifted and shaped my very own flesh into small pink bosoms - and Ellen assured me that, due to the hormones, they were growing. Now even my panties were flat and smooth. My every word was shaped by lips that dripped with deep red color. My fluttering hands were branded, changed by long scarlet commas. My ass was perpetually violated by a fake penis I'd gotten used to feeling rub my insides as I walked. Even without high heels, my hips rolled and swayed.
My emotions weren't even my own. Maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was something else, but the bottom line was that I cried every time I became afraid. I felt that EVERY emotion I felt was visible. Ellen had easily seen through my sly efforts to try to escape from her control. And, while I hate admitting it, she'd also read, without even trying, how pleased I was by what Cindy had done to me. I DID like it. I WAS grateful. And the clearly visible rush of joy that made them laugh was making me sick.
While they chatted about this and that, I paid no attention. I was trying to name a new emotion growing in me. I hated myself for what I was feeling. It made me feel like maybe I was exactly what Cindy had called me - a pussy, a wimpy little fag. That was the only kind of man I could think of who'd be so proud of his completely feminized appearance as I was.
As Ellen turned to me and asked me a question, I was jerked back from my sad musing."I'm sorry," I had to confess, despite the danger, "I didn't hear..."
Cindy laughed throatily. "Little cunt was so busy admiring herself she wasn't listening."
My wife's look was stern, and her eyes shone maliciously. "I asked you if you'd like to thank Cindy for her birthday gift."
"Yes. Of course. Thank you, Cindy. It's -"
"Not that way," Ellen interrupted harshly.
I was befuddled. Cindy took my hand, helped me stand, led me back to the bathroom. I had no idea what was happening, but I was sure I wasn't going to like it. She locked the door and leaned against the lavatory. "You really didn't hear, did you?"
"Uh, no. I'm sorry. I -"
"Ellen was telling me what a great pussy eater you are, how you make her cum like she's never cum before."
I paled, felt dizzy, sick. Unable to speak, I watched her hands slowly lift her skirt, inch by inch.
"You know what to do, Sheila. Don't make me use force."
I stared at her exposed panties. They were a pale blue. Their crotch was moist and dark. One hand released her hem. I felt the weight of it transferred to my shoulder. I sank to my knees. What else could I do?
She made me do it all. I watched my woman's hands tenderly lower her panties, revealing her moist cunt, its lips shaven, but with a cloud of brown curls left above the hooded clitoris. I touched, stroked it, finger-fucked it, careful of my nails, exactly as she told me to. I kissed it and licked it and inserted my tongue in her cavity to her gasped specifications. She didn't taste quite like Ellen did. Less fishy, more fragrant. Better, really. Her hands were rough in my hair though. The sharp pain in my scalp was almost exactly as if my hair was real, not like the wig had been.
When she came with a muffled shriek, I hungrily licked her clean. My penis throbbed in my new restraint, filling it with cum. I hadn't even touched it. My lust had betrayed me. Even after her hands left my hair, I stayed there, kissing away the dregs of her passion, increasingly aware of how I'd left my lipstick all over her, how proud of myself I was for returning her gift in the only way I could.
"You ARE good, Sheila," she purred, no laughter left in her tone.
"Thank you. You taste so good, Cindy." I kissed her reddened clitoris one last time. Was it really me admitting that, meaning that? It must be.
She helped me to my feet, more tender than she'd ever been. She gathered me in for a soft kiss, and I offered no resistance, automatically parted my lips for her tongue. "Next time, I'll give you another present and maybe I'll taste you. Would you like that?"
"If you want to. If it's okay with Ellen," I stammered. My eyes were on my face in the mirror as she hugged me. My cheeks were wet with her fluids. My lips were smeared. When I licked them, I tasted the candy of my lipstick and the richness of her cum. I'd made her do that, given her so much pleasure that she'd shouted it aloud.
"You didn't answer me, slut. Would you LIKE that?"
"Yes, Cindy. Very much. I... I came, too." I watched the honesty make my face red.
She pushed me to arm's length, her eyes twinkling merrily. "You did? Show me!"
My regret was instantaneous. I stuttered, looking for a way out. Her expression turned stony. "Show me, whore! Show me the mess you made in the present I gave you!"
Batting back tears of shame, I wiggled my panties down, then the heavy elastic, sticky with spewed sperm. My cock hung, tiny and wrinkled and ugly, shiny with thick spunk.
Cindy's laughter was like tinkling bells. "What does Ellen make you do when you cum? Does she punish you?"
I could lie, I thought. Maybe she wouldn't tell my wife. But if she did? And, did I really WANT to lie? "She... she makes me eat it."
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
I was ready for it that time. I knew the taste and texture. I scraped up what I could. She made me unhook my hose and remove the device and lick it clean. Her eyes glittered the whole time. Her breath was quick again. I could see her nipples through her dress. This was giving her pleasure, too. I made a small, shy show of the process, trying to look like I enjoyed what I was doing. Didn't I, at least a little? Wasn't this a vital part of what'd been done to me? Didn't it earn me favor, freedom? Such a small price to pay.
"May I put it back on now, Cindy?" I'd seen how my penis was growing. I wanted to hide it.
"No. Let's show Ellen what a good bitch you've been."
I hung my head and she led me out, panties dangling from one hand, retainer from the other. Her voice was thick while she related every detail to my wife. I hazarded a glance at Ellen from beneath the shield locks of my tangled hair, and quailed inside.
She wasn't pleased by my actions. She was shocked, maybe even dismayed, and trying not to show it. I felt my lower lip begin to tremble as my eyes filled with fearful tears. I'd been so sure I was doing the right thing!
The next time I glanced up, her face was a blank mask, and her eyes were on me, not Cindy, whose voice was but a dim echo. She read my confusion like I was an open book. I guess I was. I couldn't look away. She deliberately reached into her purse and came up with a package of cigarettes and a lighter. My shock deepened. She abhorred everything about tobacco, yet she tapped out a cigarette and lit it and inhaled as if she'd been doing it for years.
Cindy's tale ended and my wife's eyes dismissed me. She smiled tightly, but Cindy missed the tension in it. "Very good, Sheila. You're turning into the perfect little slut, aren't you?"
She was waiting. I didn't know what to say. "I... I guess so. I'm sorry if -"
"There's nothing to be sorry about, darling. Nothing at all. But we have to hurry. There's so much to do before we go out tonight. Go back in there and get dressed. Fix your makeup."
Ellen paid Cindy while I quickly wiggled into my undergarments, repaired my lipstick and powdered my face. The stylist refused a tip. "Sheila's already given me one," she laughed. "Bring her back next week if you'd like to begin electrolysis on her face."
I followed numbly. Electrolysis to remove my thin facial hair? I didn't even worry about it. All my worries were focused on my wife. She marched quickly along, forcing me to have to hurry to keep up. I felt awkward, stumbling along as best I could in the five-inch heels, and knew I was making a fool of myself. She was angry at what I'd done. Very angry. I'd be punished horribly for some transgression, and I wasn't even sure what it was. Because I'd had an orgasm as I ate Cindy? That must be it.
She didn't slow her pace, and I fell farther and farther behind. Everyone was looking at us - the striking brunette in the clinging black lycra dress, and the slutty, clumsy platinum blonde. After a while, I realized no one could tell I was following her. We didn't look like we were together.
A surge of panic made me bite my lower lip to stifle a shout. Was she going to abandon me here? Was she deliberately going to force me to get home however I could? My pace faltered, throwing me even further behind. What was I going to do? I had no money, no identification - nothing! My legs refused to carry me another step. I was frozen, in the middle of a throng of shoppers. A man bumped into me and I nearly leapt out of my skin.
He stopped. "You okay, lady?" His eyes touched me, raked me.
I bolted. I couldn't stand how close he was, what his eyes were doing. I pursued my wife, not caring how it looked. I felt like my very life depended on catching her before she reached the car. To my utter horror, I couldn't see her. Even in five-inch heels, everyone was taller than I was. The crowd had closed around her, as if it was trying to hide her. I hesitated, turning hopelessly this way and that, at the juncture of two wings of the mall, having no idea which direction she'd gone. I was too scared to even remember where the car was. I'd never felt so utterly lost and alone, even as a child. How could she hate me so much that she'd do this to me?
I was positive my immobility was again drawing more attention to my face and body. I knew I looked like I was advertising, asking for exactly the kind of looks I was being given. There was nothing exciting about it now. My wife had buffered me from it, made me safe. Now, I was totally vulnerable, exposed even more than I had been when Cindy stripped me nude in the salon.
Terror became dread certainty. Something horrible was going to happen.
"Scared, cunt?" came a sibilant whisper in my ear.
I whirled to her, my nightmare ended. "Oh, Ellen! Where were you?"
"You're crying. Stop it this instant." She handed me a tissue. She was still angry, but there was compassion, too.
I hadn't even been aware of my tears, and was ashamed. "I'm sorry." I blotted my eyes like she'd taught me. "I guess I was making a fool of myself again. Did I mess up my eyes?"
"Not too badly. Come on. I need a drink."
This time, her pace was moderate, but her low-grade anger made me hold back a step. I was desperate to please her, to make amends for whatever I'd done wrong. I reminded myself to stand tall, act proud, do everything she'd told me to do. It didn't fully register that we were going to a bar until she crossed the flow of traffic and led me into a dim, hushed space that smelled of smoke and liquor. It was barely three in the afternoon, and the place was anything but crowded. My wife occupied one half of an isolated booth. I took the other side.She silently stared at me until I dropped my eyes. The tension was so thick I could taste its bitterness on my tongue. Urgency built within me to end it, but my jaw seemed locked closed. My mind spun madly, looking for the right thing to do, to say. A waitress appeared. Ellen ordered a pair of stingers in somber tones. I thought she was digging through her handbag for makeup so I could make repairs, but she extracted another cigarette instead. The lighter added light to her face for a moment.
"What? You disapprove of me smoking?"
"It's just a shock is all. It looks so... like you've been doing it for a long time."
She exhaled with what seemed relief. "What if I told you I started, oh, say, six months ago? What if I said that, since you weren't paying any attention to me, I bought this dress and started going out?"
My mouth hung open foolishly. "You did? Oh, God, Ellen!" Pictures flickered through my mind. Ellen, painted and needy, sitting in places like this looking for men.
"I didn't say that's what happened. I said 'what if.' How would that make you feel?"
"Sick, I guess. And sorry I was so blind. Is there anything I can do -"
Her laugh was harsh. "You keep assuming that's what happened, you stupid bitch. If you knew I'd been fucking other men - excuse me, men period - would you feel betrayed? Jealous?"
"Of course! I love you, Ellen. I'd do anything to -"
The waitress delivered the drinks, reducing us to silence again. It was even worse than before. It was like she'd fed me a slow poison. I felt it eating at my guts. Doubt assailed me. Surely I'd have known. I'd have smelled the smoke clinging to her flesh and clothes. I'd have been able to tell if another cock had been inside her, if her lips had been passionately locked to another mouth.
"'Anything,'" she mocked me, easily taking more smoke. "There's that word again, Sheila. Every time you use it, you make me want to test you, to push you, to see if you really mean it."
I squirmed.
"Drink up," she ordered, not touching hers, but waiting for me to sip from my glass. Neither of us were big fans of hard liquor. Instantly, I felt the small taste. Its warmth expanding outward from my empty stomach. It'd been two days since I'd had a decent meal, and I knew the drink was going to hit me like an avalanche. I wanted to ask her for a sandwich or something. I held my tongue.
"You still don't get it, do you?"
"I... I think so. You're saying that what I... what happened with Cindy made you feel... uh, betrayed."
She leaned back. Her blood red smile was sharp as a knife. "I warned you. Remember? 'If you act like a slut, I'll have to treat you like one.' I think those were my exact words."
"But I was just doing what you ordered me to do!"
"Did I tell you to cum? Did I tell you to like it? Did I tell you to lick up your cum, or kiss her, or promise to let her suck you off the next time she gives you a present?"
"No." I stared at my woman's hands wrapped around the drink, the rim marked by my woman's lips.
She leaned forward. Her breasts touched the table. I could see down almost to her nipples. "What do you call someone who gives sex in return for gifts?"
My heart shriveled. "But you told me to thank her that way! I -"
"I didn't say a fucking thing about 'next time,' did I? Answer me! What kind of woman does what you did?"
She was right. What I'd done - almost all of it - wasn't really because she made me do it. I'd WANTED to. I felt the weight of the words fill my mouth, overflow my lips. "A whore," I barely whispered.
"I didn't hear you."
I repeated it for her. "A whore. I acted like a whore."
"Is that what you are, Sheila?"
"No! I'm sorry, Ellen. I was wrong. I did a terrible thing. It'll never happen again. I promise."
"Un huh. And I'm supposed to forgive you. Just like that?"
I swallowed. "I, uh... I guess I should be punished."
"Are you asking me to punish you?"
I finally managed to meet her steely gaze. "I want you to do whatever you need to do. I need you, Ellen. I love you more than anything. If you have to hurt me to forgive me, I'll take it." I was whining, begging. I meant it with my entire being. "When I thought you'd abandoned me here, I saw how much I need you. I can't stand the thought of ever being without you. I think I'd die without you. You've... I'm different now. I'm scared all the time. The only time I feel good is when I'm doing what you want."
I watched her anger evaporate, saw the real love in her eyes. "Do you really mean that, honey?"
I was thrilled! "Oh, god, yes!"
"And you'll willingly prove it to me?"
I hesitated before I said the next word. I needed to be sure I meant it, she said. "Anything."
Her smile was a ray of brilliance. Her hand covered mine, squeezed. "You are a treasure, my love. I adore you. I realized something myself. What you did with Cindy made me admit to myself how much I need you, too. Now finish your drink."
I swallowed it with unladylike gulps, then gasped for breath. We both laughed.
I shook my head at the instantaneous blast of dizziness, felt my hair tickle my shoulders. "Whoo! That's more than I've had to drink in years."
"Since our wedding," she grinned, then pushed the second glass toward me.
"You want me to drink this one, too?"
"Un huh. In time. But first let's go freshen up. I love what Cindy's done to your face, don't you?"
I babbled affirmatives to her questions as we wound our way to the ladies' room. It was weird going in there, but the thrill of illicitness was back. I'd always wondered what those forbidden doors hid. I whispered how much fun it was to fool everyone, to take little risks like this and almost dare people to challenge me.
"I know exactly what you mean," she laughed gaily, but softly. "I feel the same way wearing these clothes and using so much makeup. That's why I smoke, too. It's part of the disguise. Want to try it?"
"I'd choke. That wouldn't be very sexy, would it?"
We kept up our quiet chatter while we touched up our faces, trading cosmetics, giving one another giggled advice. We were mirror images, I thought. She dark, me light; she real, me false. For the first time, being wrapped in feminine clothes, my face coated with color, my body changed - all of it felt utterly right. Maybe it was the hammer-like impact of the alcohol, but I wouldn't have changed a thing, and told her so.
Her eyes filled with tears. "I never expected to hear you say that, love."
My smile in the mirror was bright. My lips were perfect. "I don't know - or even care - why you wanted to do this to me. Thank you, Ellen.""Now, was that so hard?"
"I guess not." I watched her chest swell as she filled her lungs with smoke. "Can I, uh, would you mind if I changed my mind about, uh..."
"Smoking? Of course."
As Ellen's lighter flared in my hand and I hesitantly hollowed my cheeks around the tobacco, the waitress arrived with another pair of unordered stingers. "From the gentlemen," she informed us, nodding toward a table of five businessmen across the room. I didn't like the taste of smoke at all.
My wife turned to smile at the table. "Thank them, Sheila. Give them your prettiest smile."
My face tightened, my flush deepened. Deliberately smile at five men? Men, just like me? Well, not quite like me, I admitted. But, wouldn't it be rude not to - as well as annoying to Ellen? I'd already hurt her, angered her deeply, and didn't want to risk that again. I knew how enticing my lush red lips were as I turned up their corners and aimed them toward the businessmen. As I did, Ellen shocked me. Beneath the table, the toe of one of her towering heels pressed against my thighs, rubbed slickly over my hose.
My eyes jerked back to her. Her lips were slack. Her breathing was quick. She'd slid down in her seat. "You're so beautiful," she muttered. "Spread your legs, baby. Let me in."
My knees were knocking. I tried another puff of smoke. No one could see, I reasoned. I obeyed her and swallowed a gulp of my drink. Dizzily, I saw the lipstick coating its rim, marring the white filter of the cigarette trembling in my hand. My bent-under prick was hard, hurtful, invisible within the heavy elastic retainer. Her shoe slid smoothly between my knees, rubbed up and down my inner thigh. With each stroke, it went higher, its tip dipping under my high hem, nearing the tops of my hose.
"Stop. Please," I whimpered.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"Yes."
"Am I exciting you?"
I wet my lips. "Yes."
"Is your little clittie hard? Does it ache?"
My hips wanted to rock. I wanted to slide down so she could reach higher. "Yes."
She suddenly dropped her foot and sat up. Her succulent mouth shaped an inviting smile, directed over my shoulder.
A deep voice throbbed in my ear. "May we join you?"
My entire body tensed. My head jerked toward the sound. Two men from the distant table, broadly smiling, stood expectantly over us. My ears were filled with a ringing noise. I barely heard Ellen.
"Of course. Sheila honey, scoot over."
I reflexively did as she commanded, felt the bench seat sag under a heavy weight, smelled the sharp sting of male cologne over the stench of my cigarette. A muscular shoulder brushed me as the man arranged himself. I dared a quick look at my wife. Her heavy-lidded eyes were on me, glittered mischievously. She'd deliberately set me up. She'd seen this coming. She'd toyed with me, knowing what was going to happen.
She introduced us. I imagine I smiled mechanically, politely, although I'll never be positive. The next few minutes are an absolute blank, a deep hole in my memory. All I recall is a dire sense of panic. I was trapped in the booth. I couldn't escape. There was nowhere to go.
My glass was suddenly empty. There was what I guess was a fresh cigarette burning between my curved fingernails. Ellen's tall heel was sensuously rubbing my ankle. My eyes on the table, I still saw her lean toward her gentleman, watched her pendulous breast flatten against his bicep for a moment. Beside me was a man. I darted my eyes up at him and he caught them. His gaze spoke silent volumes. How desirable I was. How much he wished he could kiss me, touch me. Fuck me.
Another round of drinks arrived. There was no food. The unaccustomed alcohol was bringing me out of my shock. Ellen was flirting with both men. Not outrageously, but encouraging them nonetheless. She was gently teasing me about being so shy - recently divorced, she explained, and way out of practice. She'd had to drag me out, she laughed musically. I wondered if her pun was intentional, decided it was. She'd proven her genius. Everything she did was intentional. What did she intend to happen next? Her hand dropped to the man's suit sleeve. Her eyes were locked with his. My throat tightened. Would she fuck him? Would she make me...
My voice was shrill. It seemed to explode into the natural flow of conversation. "Excuse me. I have to use the rest room. Ellen?" It was a raw, desperate plea.
"Already?" she drawled. Her companion slid out.
Mine patted my thigh, let his hand linger for an instant before he moved. "Hurry back." His breath puffed against my overheated cheek.
The drinks hit me like a truck the second I stood. The man who'd freed me from the prison of the booth - Larry, I think his name was - caught me, or I might have toppled off my heels. It was how he performed the chivalrous gesture that was notable. He gathered me into his strong arms like a lover. He didn't hold me tightly or lewdly, but did press against me from breast to thigh. My thoroughly warmed latex tits must have been convincingly soft. Through my spinning dizziness, I felt his erection on my hip.
I fumblingly pushed away from him, but he kept his hands on my shoulders, steadying me. The earth slowed its nauseating spin. Ellen was standing beside me, wearing a wry red grin. She took my elbow and guided my wobble toward the rest room. Her grip on my arm was painfully tight. The instant the door closed behind us, she pushed me against the wall length vanity. Her voice was a raw hiss.
"What the fuck's going on, Sheila? First you pout and sulk like a little kid because I invited two gentlemen to sit with us, then you leap into the guy's arms like a horny teenager."
"I'm drunk," I slurred. "I fell."
"My ass! It was deliberate as hell!"
"No!" I wailed. "I hate this, Ellen! All I want to do is go home!"
She sucked smoke savagely, spat it back out. "Maybe you'd like it if we took them with us? You'd like to fuck him, wouldn't you?"
I shook my head so wildly that I staggered. I felt the tears gathering in my eyes. "Don't say that. You know it's not true. Please don't be mad at me. You know I can't drink."
"No one's been forcing you, bitch."
"I'm scared. It... I..."
She suddenly relented, hugged me, petted my silvery mane. It felt good to be comforted. I nestled into her arms, lowered my head to her shoulder. Her voice was soothing. "This's happening too fast for you, isn't it? All these new sensations, these new feelings. It must be very confusing."
I nodded meekly, sighed from the pit of my soul. The smell of smoke mingled with her perfume to form an earthy scent.
"And," she chuckled, "I guess I did forget to order you something to eat. Tell you what. Let's go back out there and make excuses and get out of here. Okay?"
"Thank you, Ellen!"
"But I want you to do something for me first."
"Of course!"
"I want you to kiss him goodbye. A nice long kiss, like you mean it."
I lifted my wobbly head. My eyes were big as saucers and I'm sure my pouty mouth hung open in shock. I started to ask her if she was serious, but there was ice gleaming in her eyes. I dropped my gaze. I'd screwed up so many times today that I'd lost count. I owed her whatever repayment she demanded. I'd promised.
I barely heard my own voice. "You really want me to?"
"I do. Open your mouth. Use your tongue. I'll kiss mine, too - but I'll be watching you. It'll make my cunt gush down my legs. It'll be fun to watch them fall all over themselves, honey. They'll beg us to go out with them. We'll give them a fake phone number, then I'll get you home and feed you and sober you up. Deal?"
"I guess."
"Look at me," she demanded throatily, wiggling her skirt up, baring her garters, then her naked cunt. "Look how fucking wet you make me, baby. You turn me on so much it's killing me. I'm not hot because of those good looking men. I'm dripping because I love watching you, Sheila. Feel it, baby. Feel how wet I am."
I numbly reached down and rubbed her labia with a slender finger. She purred, rocked her hips and took it a little inside. She was so slick, so ready.
"That's what I want to kiss," I heard myself say. "That's where I want my tongue."
She took a step back, her eyes deep pools of desire. "Not now. In the car. On the way home. Just pretend his mouth is my cunt." She stretched the black dress down over her hips, hiding her beautiful pussy.
She made me look at myself in the mirror. A reality check, she called it. My own passion was as visible as my wife's. My nipples couldn't get hard like hers, but my face reflected it just as deeply. Guiltily, I smelled the finger that had caressed her. Her chuckle at my gesture was low.
"Let's go do it," she said, "and get out of here before I rape you on the spot."
Her left tit rubbed my right arm on the voyage back. I watched the table approach, saw both men stand politely. They really were good looking guys. Their suits were expensive. They were polite to a flaw, and just a little forward. But then we looked like the kind of women who were asking for male advances, so that was to be expected.
Ellen paused as we approached. "Sheila's not feeling well," I heard her drone. We had to go. Disappointed noises from both. Ellen took us a step closer. My eyes were locked on the one who'd picked me. Well trimmed dark hair. Gleaming white teeth. Much taller than I was, and vastly more muscular.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ellen respond to the other one's faint invitation and lean toward him. I mimicked her, refusing to think.
He gathered me up like I was a precious treasure.He enfolded me in arms far more powerful than any I'd been in. His head bent toward mine and my lips parted, just as they would have for Ellen. My arms went around his waist.
His mouth was hard. His face was slightly scratchy. His tongue was quick, agile, demanding. He ground his face against mine and took my mouth with his own. There was no way I could pretend it was my wife. His swollen groin was tight against my belly. When I pulled away, he relented, released me. My lipstick decorated him like an indelible stain, yet it vanished completely as he transferred it to his white silk handkerchief. Did he have a wife who'd notice it, I wondered stupidly, then tore my eyes away.
Ellen was completing the lie. Her desire-bruised lips were slightly blurred, just as mine must be. I could make no sense of her words, just waited patiently for her to finish. My man was saying something. I smiled mechanically, my thundering pulse drowning out all sound. When Ellen turned, so did I. We made our escape.
All I remember about the long trip back to the car is the way my body moved. The plug buried in my ass caressed me with every short stride. My hips felt loose, and I knew they swayed sexily. I didn't care. I felt my breast forms bounce every time my high heels jarred against the terrazzo floor. I felt the breeze of my movement lick my sleek thighs, my long hair tickle my shoulders, the faint weight of the heavy earrings. The corset's tightness was reassuring. My stone hard little cock, aimed toward my warm ass cheeks, rubbed slightly between my thighs. I was as drunk on sensation as I was on liquor.
I remember more about the drive home. I vividly recall burying my face between Ellen's wantonly spread thighs as she sat behind the wheel. I knew the windows were tinted and that my act would be unseen, but I'd have done it anyway. I sucked and nibbled her through two restrained orgasms and was working toward a third by the time we achieved the garage. She dragged me away from her gaping cunt long enough to slide the seat back, then fucked my face with crazed abandon, beating my chin with her hips. I don't think she was even aware she was speaking.
"Oh, fuck me with that slutty tongue, baby. Stick it deep in me, just like you did Cindy's nasty little hole. I almost died when you came out with your clit and balls dangling down and your cum still in your hot little whore's mouth. I saw how you kissed that guy, cunt. You loved it. You let him tongue fuck your mouth, didn't you, you nasty little slut? You felt how hard you made his big cock, didn't you? Every time you smoked, it was like you were sucking a dick. The way you strutted through the mall turned you on, didn't it? It made you feel like a tramp, didn't it? You loved every minute of the whole fucking day, didn't you, baby?"
There was more. It was like each accusation, each question drove me deeper into her slick slit. It was all true, every word of it. And I wasn't ashamed. I felt no guilt. She was proud of me. This was what she wanted. Atop my lust was an overlay of gratitude. I trusted her. She knew what I wanted, what I needed. When she finally exploded, she did so with violence. She twisted my head, crushed my skull, jerked madly on my hair. I felt my own orgasm trying to fill my panties, and somehow managed to deny it. She hadn't given me permission.
The instant she threw me away from her, I rawly begged her to let me finish myself. I was writhing with need, had to made fists of my hands to keep them from my silky center.
Ellen sprawled obscenely against the driver's door, her dress around her waist, her heavy tits exposed. Her nipples were immense. Her cunt lips still pulsed. Her makeup was intact, although she'd gotten lipstick on her teeth from biting her lower lip. She stared at me, had trouble lighting a cigarette.
"Put your feet on the dashboard," she growled. "Open your legs as far as you can."
I scrambled to do what she wanted.
"Reach down and show me your clit."
I jerked the panties away, loosed my purpled member from the restrainer, displayed it, gasping, trying not to blow at the wonderful thrills created by my touches.
"Bend forward as far as you can, slut. Try to suck it. Jack yourself off. Shoot straight into your mouth."
I couldn't force the corset to bend much more and I whined in frustration. She helped me, grabbing my ankles, forcing my knees higher. It felt like I was being cut in half.
"Open those slimy lips, whore, and do it."
Two seconds later, I erupted. A gout of sperm splatted against my forehead. A second struck my lower lip. The third landed on my heaving chest. The rest simply drooled over my pumping fist. The instant she released me, I started scooping up the fragrant, warm cum, eating it like it was my favorite candy, wishing there was more.
"Good, baby," she cooed, "but not good enough. Let's get you inside. I've got something I need to show you."Even as I was wracked by silent sobs, I was wondering what my wife had in mind for the next day. I knew that, no matter what I said, no matter how strenuously I objected, I'd welcome whatever she made me do, no matter how degrading.
My eagerness had passed by morning. The pain that hadn't been there the night before throbbed in my ass, burned in the back of my mouth. My calves, feet, and the small of my back were incredibly sore from wearing the tall heels all day. My scalp itched like mad under the permanently affixed wig. I had a hangover that felt like some insane blacksmith was at work at an anvil between my ears. My stomach growled with both hunger and nausea.
When Ellen released me, she didn't bother with shackles. I staggered into the bathroom barefoot to take care of essential business. Unlike the morning before, I couldn't bring myself to stand to urinate. I told myself that was because I was so sick, and knew it was a lie. I sat on the toilet ring because it would've been too shameful to act like I was still a man. My penis and testicles were the only part of me that looked male, and I couldn't bear the thought of peeing the old way. It would've been shamefully hypocritical, a senseless denial of what had already become my reality.
A long hot soak in a fragrant tub eased my physical woes, and a real, if low-fat, breakfast lessened my psychic ones. Ellen weighed me. I was astonished to see that I'd already lost five pounds. Her warning that the next fifteen would be harder wasn't lost on me. I swallowed my big "vitamin" with mixed feelings. I'd become aware how the large dose of hormones had already affected my body. Part of me wished I could swallow the entire bottle and accelerate the changes taking place. The other part was ashamed to tears of that perverse desire.
She had me dress in the black corset, but left it moderately loose, and had me cover it with the first casual clothes I'd worn in what seemed forever. The new designer jeans were satisfyingly tight, and the three-inch heels were as easy to move in as tennis shoes had been in my old life. I thought the green cotton blouse was flattering with the gold choker in place of the leather collar I'd been wearing for the last two days. The only makeup she allowed me was lipstick and mascara, which I had to do myself.
I was still a pretty young woman, but one more suited to keeping house than teasing cock at the mall. With rubber gloves protecting my too-long nails, I set about cleaning the house with more gusto than I'd ever felt before.
It was a purely domestic day, as were most of the two which followed. There were no outrageous outside adventures. No shopping. No drinks at bars. No scenes with other women - or men.
Ellen developed a routine for me. There were exercises designed to limber me as well as work off pounds, without building ugly muscles. There were daily lessons in feminine behavior and voice sessions every afternoon. I gave myself two enemas every day. While grocery shopping - our only trip out of the house during those three quiet days - my wife bought me a videotape on cosmetics and demanded I memorize it, as well as read every magazine article I could find on the same topic.
My feminine lifestyle quickly became second nature. I got so used to my long silvery hair that I couldn't imagine having ever been without it. I found I could do everything with my long painted nails that I'd done before. The aches in my leg and back muscles eased and being without high heels didn't feel normal. During rare moments without breast forms and a butt plug, I felt like I'd been stripped of vital parts of myself.
That was one of the most effective ways Ellen punished me. After breaking one of our wedding wine glasses while unloading the dishwasher, she angrily took off all my clothes and made me continue my chores nude except for five-inch heels and heavy rubber gloves. I hated the way my cock and balls dangled, slapped against my smooth, hairless thighs with every step. I felt fat and ugly with no corset to give me the lovely shape I identified with. After an hour, I was in tears, begging her to let me stretch my retainer over my male organs and lace me back into a corset.
She was lounging in a hot bath while I cleaned the toilet and tile floor. "You've broken something irreplaceable, Sheila. We toasted one another with that glass at our wedding reception. After having destroyed a symbol of our marriage, you ask me to lighten your punishment?"
"Just change it," I said in my more refined female voice. "Please, Ellen. This is too . . . too -"
"Humiliating? Disgraceful?" she mocked.
I nodded, unable to meet her eyes.
"If I let you start making amends, will you do everything I say for the rest of the day without hesitation? No matter what it is?"
"Yes! I promise!"
She lay in the steaming water with her eyes closed for a moment. A smile grew on her face. "Run to the vanity and bring back your favorite lipstick, doll."
I took her order literally. Running in the tall heels was more scamper than trot, but I'd become used to their limitations.
"Lay on your back on the floor."
The tile was cold.
"Raise your knees and spread your legs so you can see your clit. Good girl. Take off your gloves. Now paint it with the lipstick. All of it. I want it to be fuscia from top to bottom."
I stretched it, stroked the tube of vivid color up and down. It hardened as I did, exposing yet more surface area to be coated. She climbed from the tub, stood at my feet as I finished.
"Do your mouth, baby. Smear it on heavy."
The chills racing through me weren't caused by the cool floor. I ran the lipstick over my mouth again and again until she nodded approval.
"Now jack off, bitch." She grabbed my ankles and bent me double, pushing my knees as wide as they'd go. My shaft felt greasy in my palm, which was instantly coated with bright color. She strained my back and neck muscles until they screamed with pain, leaning all her weight on my comma-shaped body, forcing my cock closer and closer to my face.
"Pull your plug, cunt. Fuck your ass with the lipstick. No! Leave the cap off the tube!"
The plug came out with the usual wet sensation. It was larger than the lipstick, which slid easily inside my loosened hole. I held it so I could see the dark plastic holder go in and out. My hand was a blur on my dick. Slowly, my strained muscles let it come still closer to my slick red lips.
"Lick it, whore."
I strained my tongue as far as possible, but it wasn't far enough. I was an inch away from the smeared, swollen purplish-red tip.
"Cum, lover. Shoot every drop right in your slutty little mouth."
As if her command was enough to make me explode, I did precisely what she demanded. The closeup sight of my expanding, pulsing prick, the vision of the first gout of sperm being expelled, the shocking sensation of my cum spattering inside my gaping mouth - these factors seemed to quadruple the intensity of my orgasm, send me into a realm beyond anything I'd ever imagined. At that instant, my tongue somehow managed to make contact with my leaping cock.
Something happened deep within my soul. Something irreversible. It was like an electrical circuit had been closed, a psychic switch flipped. An all-new energy burned through me. It was entirely my imagination, but I felt the whole length of my dick slide between my lips, into my mouth, down my throat. All this in the split second before the second burst of cum hit my hard palate, instantly followed by the third and fourth. By then, my entire body was involved in the mind-boggling climax. My ass was spasming around the lipstick tube, squeezing it like a pussy does a cock. My hips were desperately trying to fuck my mouth.
As the surges began to fade, my universe expanded beyond my body. I heard my harsh gasps for air, Ellen's thick-voiced encouragements. The heel of one of my red shoes was buried in her cunt. But, above all, the wonderful ripeness of my cum coated my mouth and tongue and soul. I'd been made whole. A single touch of tongue to cock had made all the difference in the world.
I caught the last oozes and dribbles in my cupped palm, milked my staff with my lipstick-covered fist, and licked it clean with a voracious hunger. I'd stepped over a precipice and was still falling. My taste had been whetted, not appeased. I wanted more - craved a steady flow of sperm down my throat, not the teasing appetizer I'd given myself. I knew I'd gone mad and I welcomed it.
Ellen disrupted my delirious reverie by lifting herself off my spike heel and dropping my rubbery legs. She fell atop me, her hips thrusting incoherently against my shrinking dick, her lips devouring mine, her tongue frantic to share the flavor of my sperm. I felt the lipstick tube slip from my ass. I opened my jaws to my wife, letting her lap from my cavity like a dog does from a bowl. She too was cumming, using my spent rod to rub her clit.
When she abruptly jerked away from me, her face bore an expression that was as crazed as mine must have been. Her voice was low and raw. "Wash the slime off your face and hands, whore. Leave everything else exactly as it is and have your nasty ass in the bedroom in three minutes."
She bolted from the bathroom like a berserker before I could move. Every muscle in my body was relaxed. Pushing myself to my knees took a massive effort. But I could almost hear a clock ticking off the seconds in my head. I was infected by her wild energy. I scrubbed at my face and hands, whining with frustration at the stubbornness of the lipstick's stains.
I had no idea if I met her deadline. Neither did Ellen.She was throwing clothes at the bed as I hurried on wobbly legs into the bedroom.
"Get dressed, you sleazy cunt."
I tried to be careful not to smear my lipsticked cock and ass on my hands as I arranged my organs in the tight grip of the retainer. I squirmed into the red corset while she lit a cigarette and stared at me through narrowed, smoldering eyes. I rolled up equally red hose, stepped into scarlet bikini panties. I looked around for an ass plug. There was none. I looked at her helplessly, seeking guidance.
She grabbed the laces of the corset and began hooking me into it. Never had she used such strength, restrained me so impossibly tight. Even without the gel-filled breast forms, my tit flesh bulged into the cups. My nipples were nearly as swollen as my wife's. And I wished it was tighter still. I ached for my tits to fill the cups to overflowing.
She tied me off and roughly pushed me toward the vanity. "Paint yourself, slut. We're going out. We're going to get you laid for real. Make yourself look like the whore you are, Sheila. If you don't use enough makeup, I'll make you watch while some real man drills my cunt, then make you lick his cum out of me."
I was utterly infected. I wanted that. I wanted to lay helplessly beside her while a long fat prick drilled her wet pussy. I wanted to hear her cries, watch her humping, spasming body. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her cum mixed with someone's sperm. It would've been more like a reward than punishment.
I created a face just as slutty as she wanted because I wanted it as much as she did - maybe even more. I felt hollow, empty. I was going to be fucked. By a man.
"Good," she growled, rubbing her cunt against the back of my head. She ran a dildo over my cheek. "Use this on yourself while I do my makeup. Don't even think about cumming again."
I flopped on the bed, curled my sexy legs to my chest and stroked the long thin rubber cock in and out of my lipstick-slickened ass while I watched her. It was good. Very good.
I won't lie. I won't claim that everything that happened that night was because of Ellen's dominance. That had nothing to do with it. I did it all on my own. My mind remained filled with a haze as thick as my cum. It allowed only surreal images of twisted lust to take shape. I was possessed.
I spoke the name of the notorious bisexual bar through lips too heavy with lipstick and gloss. I drove us there while she used the dildo on her gushing pussy. I licked it clean after each of her two orgasms. I asked her for a cigarette after we parked, after I'd freshened my wet red lips, just before I led our pranced entrance. I sucked smoke as I scanned the crowd, found us a table. I crossed my legs so anyone who cared to got a good look at my long thighs.
I was completely devoid of shame. I selected and rejected my dance partners, seeking just the right man. I found him after about a half hour. I forgot about Ellen, who was on the dance floor dry fucking some guy. I was at the table, working on my second drink and my third cigarette. I wanted him the moment he sat in my wife's empty chair. My half-hard clit lurched toward the crack of my ass. My lips ached to be crushed under his, and I unabashedly let him know it.
He wanted to dance first. I felt his cock swell against my belly as I pressed into him. It was for me. His cum was for me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and strained against him. I stood on tiptoe and claimed his mouth, drove my tongue between his parted lips exactly like I wanted his prick to take me. He finally got the idea. I was no nice girl playing the dating game. I was a wanton slut who only wanted his meat.
Ellen had guided her partner near us and caught my eye. Her hand was openly rubbing her man's cock. Her mouth was smeared. Her nipples were twin bullets trying to tear through her black cocktail dress. Her gyrations on the dance floor had raised her skirt high enough to expose the tops of her hose. Her eyes were glowing embers, drilling into me.
I was looking at her while I licked my date's ear and whispered into it. "I want to suck your cock. I need your cum."
I led him to our car, pushed him into the back seat. My quaking hand was on his zipper before he was settled against the far door. When I felt the heat of his long, stiff, smooth cock in my hands, I froze. A wild thrill ripped up my spine, exploded against the top of my skull, scattering hot sparks everywhere. Time slowed. I watched my lovely hands drag it out into view. My little fists encircled it, traveled its length, measured its girth. My mouth filled with saliva. This was it. The time had come. My head was pulled toward his lap by an irresistible force.
I already knew what it'd feel like, taste like, look like. There were no surprises. Far, far back, in the dark corners of my mind, I'd imagined this all my life. Since puberty, I'd craved this. My passion-heavy red lips met the tip of his prick, kissed it tenderly, like a long-lost lover.
I knew what to do. I knew how to make him as crazy with need as I was. No born-woman could know what I did about how to please a man.
I made love to a disembodied cock, not the nameless man it was attached to. I licked and sucked and kissed. I ran him into and out of my mouth, fondling his heavy, hairy balls, flirting with his ass, occasionally gasping and shuddering and having to just jack him off as I was consumed with wild ecstasy.
He came too soon. I almost missed it. I had to lunge down on him as his groans suddenly changed tone, as I felt his dick harden yet more and begin its preliminary twitching. My head bobbed up and down, taking as much splendor into my mouth as I could manage.
When the first gush came, I was ready. I tightened my lips on him and began my own orgasm as his seed hit the top of my throat with marvelous force. I wanted to remember each pulse, each gout, each choked swallow - but I lost track. Specifics faded beneath the groundswell of my fulfillment. All I recall is drinking him dry, trying to suck him hard again, and being pushed away.
He was too sensitive, he said. I was hurting him. I didn't care. I wanted that fine prick in my readied ass. It was literally pulsing with need. And he wasn't interested. I watched in angry disbelief as he put his cock away. He said he wasn't into being watched and slipped out the door behind him.
That was the first indication I had of my wife's presence. I swept my hair out of my eyes and looked over my shoulder. She was leaning against the car next to ours fingering her cunt, pinching her carelessly bared tits. I leaned into the front seat, grabbed the dildo she'd left laying there. I held it out to her, positioned myself on all fours on the seat.
Ellen lurched forward and took over. The second she drove it between my ass cheeks, I came again. She blocked my raw scream with her hand and fucked me with just the savagery I needed. She kept it up even after my arms collapsed, dropping my face onto the upholstery. She continued, using both hands, while the seat muffled my choked sobs and wails. I'm nearly positive I had yet a third orgasm before her arms tired, but by then I was reduced to delirium. My hips had a life of their own, kept rolling and thrusting long after the dildo squirted from my hungry hole and clunked to the floorboard.
I recall nothing more until Ellen slapped me awake. She was standing impatiently outside the opened car door.
"Wake up, slut. Time for bed."
I was still in the back seat, but the car was now in our garage. I was on my back, my knees lifted, with the long dildo hugged tight to my chest. I awoke with full knowledge of where we'd been, what I'd done. I sucked a harsh breath and groaned when I tried to move. My ass felt like the dildo was still inside, heated white hot. The man's cum was sour in my mouth. An emotion was building in me that I couldn't name.
I saw the next slap coming, but was too sluggish to avoid it.
"I said move, goddamn it!"
I moved. I dragged myself upright. Clambering out of the car and finding my balance took enormous energy. My compressed, underclad body weighed tons. I wasn't fast enough for her.
My wife grabbed my long tangled mane and jerked hard. I staggered after her, off balance, bent forward, flailing my arms to keep from falling.
"You're hurting me," I whined piteously. The back of my mouth was sore and my jaws ached.
Her only response was to bark a nasty laugh and walk more quickly. The kitchen again. This time I knew exactly why I was being punished, and offered no resistance as she put my ankles in a spreader bar I'd never seen before, cuffed my hands behind me and lifted them toward the ceiling, bending me into a right angle. She left me there. I was afraid that I'd collapse and dislocate my shoulders. I hadn't even managed to adjust to the position before she returned, carrying a full-length mirror. She lowered it to the floor and slid it under me, between my widely spread legs.
She lit a cigarette. She'd repaired her beautifully sexy face somewhere along the line. She didn't seem as angry. "Look at yourself, Sheila. I never want you to forget this."
I was stunned, as if she'd slapped me again.First, of course, I saw my face. My tangled platinum blonde hair hung down, framing my totally ruined heavy makeup. My eyes were surrounded by wide black circles of blurred eyeliner and mascara. The remaining deep emerald and rust eyeshadow looked bland. My lips looked bruised, were ringed with a wide smear that was all that remained of my thick lipstick. My false tits looked huge with my shoulders pinned back. The hem of my wrinkled red minidress had risen, but I'd have been able to see all the way up anyway from this angle. Where had the little red panties gone? My retainer dug into the soft flesh of my groin, hugging my male organs into invisibility. The pale, slim thighs below were caked with dried cum. My vision swam for a moment. I thought it was his, that there was a beautiful cunt hidden in there, that it'd leaked the some of the sperm he'd shot so deeply into my soul.
The stark light of the camera's flash attachment as Ellen photographed me from every angle jerked me back toward reality.
"Pose for me, baby. Push that great butt out. Can you see how red it is around your asshole? You were fucked good, whore. Too bad it wasn't the real thing in there. It'd have felt as good as it did in your throat. But you know that, right? You wanted it, but the fucker let you down, didn't he?"
I nodded, remembered to add a verbal "Yes," as well.
"But you know there'll be other times. Any bitch as hot as you are can get fucked anytime you want. And a nympho cunt like you will want it a lot. You'll have so many dicks shoved in that tight ass and between those cocksucking lips that you'll lose count of them."
She fed me the cigarette. I watched my lips suck it, my chest expand as much as it could given my restraints, then my mouth purse as I exhaled. I felt her doing something to my left hand, realized she was removing my wedding band. I'd noted its incongruity once or twice. As Ellen twisted it off my finger, I realized just how wrong it was to wear it any longer. Women don't wear wide gold bands. They can't be married other women in our state. I tried and failed to blink away a rush of tears. Suddenly, the name of the dull emotion filling me had a name.
It was grief. I was mourning my own death. Ellen's husband was dead, gone forever. Shamelessly begging to suck that cock, thrilling to each and every sensation, had sealed his fate, made his resurrection, not merely unlikely, but impossible. I was Sheila now, body and soul.
I was surprised to feel her doing something else to my ring finger. A new ring, lighter, thinner, slipped over my knuckle. I strained my neck but couldn't see it. She slid her hand down my back, cupped my ass cheeks and petted them.
"How much money do we have in savings?"
Her finger distracted me as it toyed with my tender asshole. Her question made no sense for a moment. I sniffed away tears enough to speak. "I, uh, about two thousand, I guess."
"Good. That'll get us started."
"Started?"
"You want real tits, don't you? They cost money, darling. More like five thousand than two, I think."
Her finger dipped inside me. My eyes locked on the reflection of my chest in the mirror. Real tits. Nice big, firm mounds hanging there. To overflow my slinky bras. To fill a bikini top on the beach. To be petted, sucked and bitten.
Her voice was dim in my ears. She inserted a second finger. "Umm. I knew that'd turn you on, slut. We'll shave your larynx and change your voice while we're at it. Maybe someday we'll be able to buy you a nice tight cunt, too. Have a doctor gut that useless prick and tuck it away inside you. You'd have three holes, whore. Room for three cocks at the same time. You'd like that. Three men fucking you. Hands all over you, driving you crazy with lust."
Her other hand rubbed my too big clit while her fingers wiggled within me. I was thrusting against her, watching my sleazy lips pant as my passion again spiraled toward a new peak.
"Oh, honey," I groaned weakly. "Oh, shit. Fuck me, Ellen. Put something big and fat in me. Something hot and hard. I need it, honey. I need it bad."
She laughed merrily. "I've got just the thing. I've been saving it for a special time like this. Ron? Baby, come on in here."
I saw my shock in the mirror more than I felt it. Ron? We had a neighbor named Ron. A body-builder our age. Married to a dull, silent girl named Miriam.
Before I could even shape the question in my mind, it was answered. I saw a pair of hairy, pillar-like legs approach. Barefoot.
"Take over up here," she purred throatily, withdrawing her fingers from my ass. "I'll get you ready."
Thicker fingers replaced hers, entered me without delicacy. I saw Ellen sink to her knees, peer at me from between my legs. She licked her gleaming scarlet lips. Her hands weighed a huge, hairy pair of balls, massaged a growing cock. Without taking her eyes off me, she kissed its swelling head, licked it with a lascivious tongue.
"Yeah, I've been fucking Ron for almost a year, Sheila. I love you, but your puny prick was never enough for me. Fucking you was always more like screwing a woman with a cock than being with a real man."
Ron laughed at that, making his dick leap in her hand. She gave it a more lingering kiss, allowing the whole head to enter her mouth, and moaning around it. Saliva and lipstick clung to it as she let it pop out.
"We fucked with you right in the next room lots of times, Sheila. We were doing it in the pool house at the Robinson's party when I told him how much you got off sneaking around in my lingerie. He was the one who suggested that we bring you out of the closet, cunt. He saw you staring at his crotch a couple of times and knew how much you'd love fucking other guys. He helped me plan the whole thing. He deserves a good fuck, don't you think? He deserves to be the first to dump a wad in your ass. Give him a good ride, baby."
She guided his swollen, slickened dick between my cheeks. Her eyes glittered and her lips were parted as she teased me, rubbing the head around my puckered hole. What she said was true. I'd noticed the size of his manhood with what I thought was shameful envy. Now I knew better. It was desire.
My hole was slick and ready. I tried to push against Ron's hard on. Ellen backed his cock away, continued her maddening flirtation.
"Tell him what you want, Sheila."
I knew I was doing exactly as she'd said I would. I was begging to be ass fucked. Without hesitation, I let my needs roll from my slutty mouth. "Fuck me, Ron. Fuck my ass hard and deep. Please. Give me what you've been giving Ellen. Cum in me. I need you. I've wanted you ever since I watched you move in last year. Ram that fat cock all the way in and fuck me like a whore."
It was nothing like the dildos Ellen had impaled in me. It was hot, both hard and silky soft - alive! And, it was huge. As he thrust in that first few inches, I felt myself stretching, and was filled with a burning agony. If I could have spoken then, I'd have been begging him to stop. I couldn't. My lips gaped, made a horrified red circle in the mirror. My heavily made up eyes were huge. Ron yelled in pain and slapped my ass with a hard, resounding smack. "Relax, cunt! You're hurting me!"
I gasped for breath tried to concentrate on doing what he said. I must have achieved it, because he slid in deeper, then began a slow pumping. Each push lessened the pain. The heat of him, the overwhelming fullness of my ass, felt unlike anything I'd ever known. The mirror showed his thick shaft disappearing and emerging from my body. Ellen looked as enraptured as I was. She had one hand in her cunt, was making wet noises with her fingers. She used the other to alternately hold her lover's balls and caress my hidden ones.
Overcome with lust, Ron gave up on gentleness. He took my narrow hips in his hands and pushed hard, forcing the last half of his meat all the way in. He started slamming into my ass then, without concern for my comfort. After three of four of his grunting thrusts, I no longer cared. It still hurt, but the pain became secondary. The sights and sounds and sensations transported me, mutated the agony, changed it to joy. I started wiggling my hips, pushed back to greet his plunging cock. I was fucking my wife's lover, not merely being fucked by him.
It lasted forever and was over too soon. I don't remember Ellen jerking my retainer off my male organs. I don't know when she started sucking my straining clit. But I do know that when Ron's pace became frantic, when his impacts started jarring my teeth and I was positive he was going to fill me with his cum, I exploded in my wife's hungry mouth with enough force to gag her.
But, glorious as that was, it paled in significance when Ron blew his wad in my guts. I closed my eyes. I swear to god I felt his jerking spew all the way to my throat. I milked him, did my best to squeeze every drop of his precious sperm from him.
As his pulsing diminished, I felt soft lips on mine, tasted the tangy cum coating them. I returned Ellen's impassioned kiss, sucked my cum from her full mouth.
Finally, I was whole.
"Thank you," I murmured into her mouth, making our kiss tender, more loving than I'd known a kiss could be.
My knees were too weak to support me. When they collapsed, my shoulders were wrenched hideously. Had Ron not still been gripping my hips, I'd have dislocated them both. He held me up, his cock shrinking rapidly in my ass, while Ellen stumbled to her feet and dashed for the rope. As she released it, our lover lowered me to the cold mirror. I felt his jism leaking from my hole, warm and sticky, as he pulled out. One of them freed my arms from the handcuffs.I lay there on my side, frail and helpless, while Ellen and Ron embraced. Her hand massaged his limp dick while he crushed her against him, and she strained against his hard lips.
She tore her mouth from his. "I want you," she growled. "It's my turn." She jerked her head to face me. "Get him hard for me, slut."
She led him by the dick to me, pushed him down toward my face. I bathed his spent flesh in hot, wet, hungry kisses, tenderly took it into my mouth and nursed on it, felt it begin to swell, fill my cavity. The second prick to visit my mouth tasted nothing like the first, felt even better. But Ellen deprived me of it as soon as I'd gotten it hard. She positioned herself on her hands and knees beside me, guided the pole in her hand between spread thighs. Her eyes closed blissfully as he entered her. I reached out and started squeezing her dangling tits. Ron batted my hands away and grabbed them himself, using them for handles as he rode her, just as savagely as he had me.
His violent thrusts moved her face closer to me. When her eyes opened, they were glassy with lust. She attacked my mouth with hers, grunted into me each time he hammered her. When she started cumming, she bit my lower lip. Each time she spasmed, she bit harder. When he suddenly stopped, she whined in shock and need.
His voice was a snarl. "Slide under your cunt of a wife, bitch. Lick my balls while I fuck her. See how a real woman takes a dick."
I scrambled to obey. I not only kissed and sucked his balls, I also flicked my tongue over Ellen's swollen clit, lapped the fluids that overflowed her pussy. Her lips were on my organ again, lapping the cum that'd oozed from my ass. I was still so loose that her tongue actually entered me. I humped her face like the wanton slut I was. I had no more boundaries. A lifetime of limits, of denial, rolled off me like a shed skin. I embraced my new existence, fit both Ron's tender balls between widely opened lips and rolled my wife's clit with unabashed abandon.
She began another series of orgasms, had to give up my little dick in order to howl and scream. I released Ron's testicles when I felt them tighten. It was astounding to see his huge rod swell and throb and fill her twitching cunt with another load of cum. As it leaked past her labia, I devoured it, eliciting still more shrieks from her.
Ron jerked out and rolled away, gasping for breath. I devoured her vacated hole, and she continued to cum, continued to shrilly cry out, wracked by spasms I refused to let end.
Finally, sobbing, she fell on top of me, moving her throbbing groin out of reach.
A sated, warm relaxation enveloped me. I only vaguely recall the chill when Ellen rolled off me. She and Ron spoke softly, but I could make no sense of their words. I sank into a deep peaceful sleep.She tied off my laces, smoothed her dress to cover as much as it could, and swayed out without another word. I listened as her metal-shod heels clacked over the floor, silently crossed the carpet, then echoed for a few strides in the garage. The door ground open. I watched from the window as she backed down the drive, cigarette dangling between slick, fat red lips. I saw Jerome Hillyard, our neighbor across the street, stare open-mouthed at the change that had taken place in her. Had he done more than stare? Had she fucked him, too? How many of our neighbors had dipped their wicks in Ellen's hot hole? A lot of them, I perversely hoped, twisting the engagement band circling my ring finger.
I fought the urge to dash upstairs and begin getting ready. It was too soon. And Ellen had made it clear that she expected all my work to be done before I left the house. I compelled myself to settle down and do the laundry.
I'd barely fixed my lipstick and gotten started when the doorbell rang. I froze in the midst of loading the dryer with damp lingerie. I couldn't answer the door! What if it was Jerome, or some other acquaintance? I couldn't let anybody see me like this! I decided to ignore it, pretend I wasn't home. But whoever was there leaned insistently on the buzzer.
I peeked from the laundry room window, was simultaneously thrilled and dismayed to see that it was Ron. I was hesitant to let him in without Ellen there. He'd want to know where she'd gone, what she was doing. He was liable to fly into a jealous rage. But he obviously wasn't going to leave.
Checking my face in the mirror, I fluffed my hair a little and hurried nervously to the door. I wouldn't let him in. I'd tell him we were busy, that I'd have Ellen call as soon as she could.
But, the instant I opened the door a crack, he pushed it wider and stepped past me.
"Ellen's busy," I blurted, hiding behind the door, leaving it open. "Maybe you should come back -"
"Ellen's gone. I saw the car drive up the block a few minutes ago." He ambled insolently to the couch and sat down.
"Then what..." I began, but my voice failed me. Was he here to see me?
"Close the door and come over here, bitch. I've been thinking about that tight asshole of yours all day. I want another piece of it."
I blushed, both fearful and flattered. I was sure Ellen wouldn't want him to use me unless she was here to watch. He was her boyfriend, after all. "I don't think that's a good idea, Ron." I kept the door cracked.
"Oh, come off it, slut! Don't play hard to get. We both know that's pure bullshit. You know you want it. You let me know last night how much you liked it. So get your sleazy ass over here. Wrap those hot lips around my dick and let me fuck that sexy face. If you're real good, I may even let you jack off while I drill your ass."
He was right, of course. I did want it. I had the instant I saw him through the window. I vividly remembered how grand it'd been to be filled, stretched, used like I was a real woman. Honestly, part of his attractiveness was because he was Ellen's lover. Having the prick that'd been in her so many times rammed into me made me feel even more weak-kneed. It'd be wicked to fuck him behind her back. But, if I resisted, he'd just take me anyway. What could I do? Call the police and scream rape? Run madly from the house? I leaned against the door and flipped the deadbolt.
He wasn't into small talk or foreplay. As I approached, both eager and timid, Ron pointed to the floor between his legs. I sank to my knees, staring at the growing lump hidden by his shorts. It knew how large it was, what it tasted like. And this time, I didn't have to share it with anyone. I was alone with my first man. I was betraying Ellen just like she had me. I was as big a whore as she was. Saliva began to fill my mouth.
But I wanted information along with his dick. I wanted to know how large a role he'd played in changing me into the cock-hungry bitch I'd become in less than a week. So, as I reached out to lightly massage his cock, I licked my lips and tried to milk him of more than his cum.
"I meant to thank you last night for everything you've done to help Ellen."
His laugh was brutal. "Jesus. I can't believe you're really into it this much. How can any man let this happen to him without a fight?"
I slowly lowered his zipper. "I'm not just any man," I told his swelling groin. "I've always been a wimp. I think I've wanted to be like this all my life, but never had the courage to admit it. I thought you knew that."
"Not until Ellen told me about how much you got off on her clothes and shit."
My hand reached his flesh. It was so warm, so silky. "I wish she'd told you sooner. How long did you two plan this?"
He drew a harsh breath as I fished his manhood from his underwear and loose shorts. It was beautiful. It nestled against my curved red nails like an eager pet begging to be stroked.
"Six months or so, I guess. God, you're sexy. Kiss it, bitch."
I teased the head with my tongue. I wanted the whole thing buried in my throat, but was enraptured with the power of my situation. Ellen had made me beg. Ron had, too, the night before. I wanted to turn the tables. He already wanted me, but I needed him to crave me, to plead with me.
"Tell me about it. It's so exciting, Ron. I want to hear everything."
While I tinted his cock flesh with my brilliant lip color, while I licked his hairy sack, I prompted him to keep talking.
"I knew the look," he groaned. "Guys have been looking at my dick in the shower, just the way you did, ever since I was a kid. I knew right off you were a fag, and couldn't figure out why a gorgeous bitch like Ellen stayed with you. Ooh, shit. Deeper, baby."
I tried to angle my head, to fit more of him between my bulging lips. Pink saliva glistened the length of his rod. It felt like my mouth had been designed to do this. "More," I gasped. "Tell me more."
"Ahh! That's it!" he groaned as my questing lips took more meat, stretched to reach for his balls. His hips started to rise and fall. "Ellen laughed when I told her how you looked at me. That's when she started watching you closer and caught you messing around in her shit. I told her I thought you'd make a hot looking slut. God, was I ever right! Oh, yeah! Suck it, baby!"
I was thrilled beyond words when my throat seemed to open and I swallowed him. My smeared lips nestled at the very root of his prick. I'd done it! I stayed there, immobile but for my spasming throat and questing lips, until black motes swam before my eyes and I was compelled to release him and gasp air. I stared down in astonishment at his glistening eight inches. I was ready to cum. I resisted the impulse to reach down and touch myself and rocket into heaven. I wanted this to last. I wanted to hear more. I was certain I could make him tell me whatever I wanted.
"You wanted me, too," I purred, lapping the length of his staff with my tongue. "You've always wanted me to suck your cock, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I knew you'd be good. Almost every time I fucked Ellen, I dreamed of you looking like this, doing this. I wanted to hurry things along. Your bitch of a wife insisted we had to go slow."
"Umm," I said, taking him halfway in then backing off. "Good things come to those who wait, lover. Am I as good as she is?"
"Better," he growled, grabbing my hair and jerking my head down. Now that I knew how, I let him impale every wonderful inch into me. "She won't let me fuck her ass, and deep throat makes her puke."
He humped my mouth until I was afraid I was going to pass out. I had to struggle free. My voice was raw. I felt crazed by my need for what was happening. But there was still a glimmer of caginess left in me, as if it was part of my widening lust. "You can do anything you want to me. I don't care. The dirtier and nastier, the better. I love being treated like a cheap whore. Was that your idea, too?"
"Yeah. Nothing turns my crank more than sluts in tight dresses and wild makeup. The first time I made Ellen dress up for me, I fucked her for four hours non-stop. I made her cum until she begged me to quit. She loved it, too. I knew she would. Anybody who wanted to turn her old man into a fucking woman had to be really twisted. Turns out she couldn't get enough after that."
I was pumping him with both hands, letting my mouth writhe over the top half of his erection. I didn't know how much more I could take. My sphincter muscles were tightening and loosening on my butt plug. My ass felt moist, more than ready.
"Did you make her fuck other guys? Did you make her dress cheap and take her out and show her off?"
He was close to losing control. "We went to parties. It was her idea. But she never hosed anybody else. I wondered if maybe she wanted to, but it ever happened. I let her flirt, dance, make them hot, then I'd take her into a bedroom and fuck her stupid. We'd go back and party some more and my cum would be running down her legs." He struggled up in the sofa, tried to pry me off his cock. "Has she been fucking around? Has she?"
"No!" I insisted, kissing just the head of his hard treasure. "Of course not! You keep her so well fucked, how could she?"
"Have you fucked her, slut? Have you poked that little dick of your inside her pussy?"
I pulled on his cock and backed away from the sofa. "Not for almost a month - and never again. I eat her whenever she wants. I can make her cum with my tongue better than I ever could the other way. Come here, Ron. I'm so fucking hot. My ass needs you so bad. Fuck me. Please. Fill my hot little ass with that huge thing."Make me scream. Fuck me hard and mean and shoot your cum way, way up inside me. Tell me what's going to happen next, baby."
He stroked himself, staring at me with burning eyes while I wiggled out of my tight jeans. I'm not even sure he knew he was speaking.
"She's going to do like she said. She's going to get you tits. Make you get a job as a woman. She says she's got friends who can help."
I curled my legs up toward my chest, spread my ass cheeks so he could see me remove my plug. The sensation of having him watch me readying myself for him was a thrill as intense as swallowing his entire length had been. He was so big, so strong. I was weak and small - yet I was in control.
He leapt toward me, rolled me over onto my stomach. "Wait," I whispered. "I want this to be good. The best you've ever had, Ron. I want to make my asshole slick and wet for you. I want to lube myself with my cum. When you fuck me, it'll be like fucking myself."
I had him hypnotized. I relished having my ass raised for him, peeling away my retainer, exposing my purpled, lust heavy cock and balls. I knew something he didn't. He was as gay as I was. He wanted me more than he ever wanted Ellen. I could have made him suck me, as I had him - but a sly part of me knew that if I did, I'd lose control of him. He'd be too sickened by what he'd done to ever be nice to me again. He needed to believe he was the neighborhood's straight, macho, musclebound hunk. So, I gripped myself, tickled myself with my long painted nails and teased him yet more. I bent my rod back and imagined it was sliding up my ass. It only took a few moments. I gasped, with my inflamed cheek pressed into the carpet, while I pumped sticky streams toward my back door and rubbed my sperm into my tender flesh, dipping my fingers into my loosened asshole, pushing as much cum as I could inside myself.
My voice was hollow with need. "Do it, Ron. Fuck me. Do it now."
I took him much easier than I had the first time. There was no pain or chain to distract me. Like my mouth, my ass now seemed designed for cock. I revelled in the spoils of my seduction, the depth of his hammering thrusts. I had more power as a woman than I'd ever had as a man. My body had become a real tool for pleasure. Cindy had given me my retainer in return for sexual favors and told me how fantastic I was. The man I'd sucked at the bar had paid me with a drink and cigarettes in return for the blowjob of his life. I'd wrapped Ron around my painted pinky. I was beginning to think I might be able to manipulate Ellen, if I was careful.
Ron's pummelling was taking its toll on me. My cock had rehardened. When I angled my hips just right, it felt like he was fucking the inside of my overgrown clit. Sharp electric bolts tore through me, and all thoughts were buried beneath the cascade of sensation. When he howled and filled my guts with his cream, I jerked and spewed in sympathy. He collapsed atop me, his mass pinning me to the carpet. Being held and having my neck kissed between his ragged breaths was almost as rewarding as being fucked.
"You are one fine lay, cunt," he sighed into my ear. "We'll have to do this again."
I carefully squeezed my buttocks together, caressing his still buried dick. "Any time, darling. But right now, I'd better get up and get back to my housework or Ellen's going to be really pissed."
"Speaking of the queen cunt, what's she up too?"
"She didn't say," I lied. I was protecting her. Ron was obviously unaware he wasn't her only source of cock. He may or may not have been the one to awaken in her a taste for tight dresses and heavy makeup, but I was ninety-nine percent certain that today wasn't her first solo foray into the world of bar sex. The only reason she hadn't gotten laid the night before was because she needed to watch me get it so badly.
"Maybe it'd be a good idea not to mention that I dropped by," he said as he raised his hips, freeing his limp meat with a soft sound that echoed inside me.
I felt empty. My ass clutched around nothingness. Well, not quite. I felt his cum oozing from my still opened hole. "Whatever you say, Ron." Another rush made me shiver. It was almost time to wrap myself in the red outfit, paint my face as nastily as I knew how, climb in a cab and go to a hotel bar. I felt hot all over, and eager for Ron to leave.
Luckily, he was ready to go, too. A thought struck me as he rolled me over for a farewell kiss to my smeared mouth. "Could you do me a little favor before you go?" I asked him between tastes of his mouth.
"Sure."
"Help me change shoes. I still can't reach my ankles very well when I'm in my corset." I smiled inwardly. Would Ellen wonder how I'd managed this trick? "And, while you're here, maybe you could tighten my laces a little. They seem to have worked loose somehow," I giggled.
I didn't complain that he overdid the tightening a little, reducing my waist to closer to twenty inches, swelling what little tits I had even more. After he strapped the towering red heels to my slim ankles, I reached up and kissed him goodbye, feeling his prick already stirring against my tiny belly. The fact that I could do that to a man who'd just cum inside me a few minutes before made me feel very good. I was a foxy little slut. Everybody who saw me would want me, and I wanted to be desired, to be lusted after.
So, the instant I locked the door behind my lover, I cleaned up the cum staining the carpet, but decided to take a risk and forget about my other tasks, despite the consequences. I had much more important things to take care of."You must be Sheila," came the gutturally accented baritone.
I stared for a long, uncomfortable moment. He was tall and thin, with a mop of unkempt blondish hair. He slouched, and his tie was crooked, making his suit look too expensive for him.
If I'd been able to maintain the mood Ron left me in, feeling as brazen as my outfit, I'd have smiled provocatively and come back with something witty. Instead, I blurted, "Where's Ellen?" acting as insecure as I felt.
His smile was mysterious. At least I was able to identify his accent as Germanic. "I am Hans. Ellen is upstairs in a meeting and has asked you to join us." He performed one of those silly little stiff continental half-bows and offered me his arm.
Upstairs meant a hotel room. My throat tightened, and my clit gave a little lurch. I stood, nervously smoothed my skirt, and tried to take his elbow like I'd been doing it all my life. It was a curiously pleasing sensation to be escorted so formally back through the bar and lobby toward the elevators. My mind was spinning. "Meeting"? What exactly did that mean? It was an odd term, applied to Ellen the way she'd acted when she left me that afternoon. The only business she'd acted capable of transacting was on her back with her legs flung wide.
I was staggered. Literally. Hans gave me a concerned look as he pushed the call button. I feigned a reassuring smile. Was that it? Was Ellen selling her cunt? The conversation in the bar in the mall replayed itself. The one about her cigarettes. What if, she'd said, she'd been dressing and making herself up like that and "going out" for six months - about the time she and Ron had hatched their plot. I'd assumed then that she'd been trying to hurt me. While I'd sucked Ron's dick, I'd imagined that there'd been some truth to her hypothetical statement, that he'd uncovered in her a desire to look and act like a tramp. But I hadn't imagined she'd actually whore herself. Surely, I'd have known. Ruefully, I admitted that I hadn't known anything about my wife until a week ago.
The dinging arrival of the elevator jolted me from my reverie. In the close confines of the metal box, my escort smelled of liquor and tobacco. A quick craving for a cigarette grabbed me.
Speaking took effort. "Excuse me, Hans. May I have a cigarette?"
They were imported. He made no comment about the no smoking sign as he lit it for me. The lighter was an ornate gold thing that matched the case in which he kept his tobacco. It was harsh and oddly satisfying. My lipstick was almost invisible against the dark brown paper.
I kept my voice going. "Uh, what kind of 'meeting' is this?"
He nodded, frowning slightly, as if confirming something. "As I thought, she hasn't discussed this with you. Your friend has been in contact with myself and several of my colleagues for a number of months." His voice registered deep disapproval.
Ellen had introduced herself as my friend? To discuss what? Instead of asking those questions, I quickly reassured him. "She and I are very close. I'm sure she meant this as a surprise."
His expression softened. "In that case, perhaps I have said too much?"
I squeezed his bicep, gave him a soft smile. "It'll be our secret."
His thin lips curved upwards, and his eyes more or less politely measured my body. "As you wish. I must say, you seem quite well adjusted."
I felt myself pale. He knew about the secret between my legs. I was confused. Should I feel betrayed or flattered? I took a smoke very carefully to cover my embarrassment. The elevator door opened at the top floor. Again I accepted his arm. The far wall of the hall was mirrored. I saw an extremely sexy little blonde woman, clad in fuck-me red, on the arm of a tall thin man. She was gorgeous, in a brazen way, but her visible discomfort was spoiling her desirability.
Angry at myself, I hugged my escort's arm more tightly, deliberately pressed my thigh to his as we walked down the hall. He squeezed my arm and smiled. He knew, but he didn't mind being close to me. Was he the "special friend" I was to meet? Was I being nice enough to him? And, above all, was he going to fuck me? If Ellen was whoring herself, was she going to sell my holes to this man and his "colleagues"? My belly hollowed, not entirely with fear.
I was anticipating a sordid scene as Hans turned to face a door and swung it open. My throat was tight. Would the room be filled with men? Maybe I'd see Ellen on her hands and knees, sucking one cock while being fucked by another, or...
What I was presented with was even more shocking. Ellen sat at the head of a table with three men. They were examining papers, not her pussy. Her makeup and hair weren't mussed. I felt a shameful stab of disappointment. She glanced up from what she was reading, and the room fell silent as all eyes focused on me.
They weren't the kind of looks I was growing accustomed to. They were cold, clinical, examining me more like a side of beef than a target of lust. I felt like a fool. Ellen had set me up, led me to believe that I was coming here to get laid - and I'd eagerly leapt at the chance to open my orifices to whoever wanted them.
A blast of raw sanity ripped through me. I saw myself as I was, for the first time in days. I wasn't a woman. I was a married male with a dark, newly revealed, twisted taste for cock. I was a sham, a parody, a pathetic joke. My sickness had filled me. I'd given myself over to it. I'd embraced my depravity, wanting to believe I'd had no choice. I'd lied to myself all the way along. If I'd really wanted to, I could have resisted Ellen's dominance and torture. I'd had more opportunities than I could count to stubbornly say no, to insist that this charade end. I hadn't, purely because I'd craved every last moment of what had happened to me. I'd needed the excuses her coercion provided.
All this in one of those wordless insights that take up such a paltry amount of clock time, yet change everything. Ellen was just beginning to part her lips and introduce me. Her associates, or whatever they were, had yet to complete their scan of me. In that mere instant, I'd shed my slutty horniness and was wallowing in full-blown despair.
A strange numbness kept the scene at a distance. It was like I was floating somewhere near the ceiling, emotionlessly observing what was going on below as if it was happening to someone else. I mechanically took the chair Hans held for me. I saw my legs cross, felt the casual smile on my lips. Shouldn't I be crying, I remember wondering, almost idly? I sensed that this was probably one of the most critical moments of my life and was astonished by the feeling of peace enveloping me.
They were all European physicians specializing in various aspects of gender re-assignment. Ellen had sought them out months before. They were there to assess me. If I passed their examinations, I was to become a woman.
In my altered state of consciousness, I felt no qualms, no hesitation. I basked in the glow of Ellen's proud smile. Yes, I quietly insisted, this is what I wanted, with all my heart. No, there was no chance I'd regret such a momentous decision. I was committed. No, I didn't need the traditional year of living in female guise to be sure. I was ready, right then.
The interview took three grueling hours. Two of the doctors had mild reservations, but I swayed the other two, Hans and a younger Frenchman named Jordan. I didn't, of course, leap on an airplane and fly to Denmark to have my cock made into a cunt, although nothing would have made me happier. There were arrangements to be made - and finances to be arranged. It was agreed, though, that I'd receive breast implants in the near future.
Ellen invited them to stay for drinks. Jordan and Hans accepted, and Ellen called room service while I stepped into the suite's bedroom to freshen up. As I touched up my face, I began to exit the trance-like state I'd been wrapped in, and the reality of my choice took hold. It wasn't fear that emerged, but excitement. A shiver rippled through me as I stared at the pale flesh of my cleavage and the twin swells below. In ten days, my corset would embrace living flesh, not molded latex. I could flaunt them with even deeper necklines. Men could suck them, pinch them, slide their pricks between them.
My sharp, curved nails worked my false nipples, and my real ones stiffened in sympathy. The thrill settled in, became heat. When the door opened and Ellen slid through, I was still standing before the mirror, seeing myself as I was to become. In my mind, I was already a woman, not a cross-dressed fag slut.
She walked up behind me, encircled my waist with her arms, and hugged me. I settled against her with a sigh, nestled my head in the cup of her shoulder, feeling the softness of her breast against my neck.
"You liked my little surprise?" she whispered.
I nodded, nuzzling her breast.
"Would you like to thank Jordan and Hans for their kindness?"
My belly hollowed. "Do you think they'd like that?"
"That's why they stayed, darling."
"To fuck me?"
"To fuck both of us."
She was right. For the first time, I experienced the delirious pleasure of giving a blowjob while having my ass filled, and watching Ellen receive identical treatment. The only thing about the following hours I didn't enjoy was being stripped of my corset, having my distinctly masculine body made love to by Jordan. I hid behind my long silver hair, stared at my lovely hands while he fucked my ass, cursing hoarsely in French.
They left us around 3 a.m. I fell asleep in the hotel room bed, curled in Ellen's arms, after lapping every bit of cum I could reach from her pussy and ass and mouth.I was more content than I knew I could be. Three men had enjoyed my body that day. All of them had known everything there was to know about me, and lusted after me anyway. As I sank into sleep, I dimly realized that for the first time I was completely unashamed of what I was.
I awoke disoriented. It took a few seconds to realize where I was. The bed beside me was empty, but the faint sound of the shower emanating from the bathroom told me where Ellen was. I stretched, relishing the faint soreness of my ass. I'd been penetrated there four times, had wildly humped the men riding me, and felt almost no distracting discomfort. I fingered myself. My hole was loose and moist. I was ready for more. I rolled to my feet and padded in to join Ellen in the shower. There wasn't a cock in the room, so I settled for a pussy, backing my companion into a corner of the stall, eating her until her knees went weak and she tried to pull my entire head into her slit.
I felt so beautiful as I dressed and made myself up that I was almost in tears. I wanted everyone to know. I wanted to be stared at, desired, seduced. Ellen's mood was much more reserved, but I barely noticed. I felt free, in an all new way. I was ecstatically aware, as we made our way back to the car, of the wide sway of my ass and the bounce of my tits. I was totally at ease with the way my every move was watched, and easily met the eyes of those staring at me.
I didn't catch Ellen's anger until we were well on our way home, and even then she had to slap me with it.
"You're nothing but a fucking tramp," she spat with venom after I'd favored another driver with a wide red smile.
I was shocked by the depth of her rage. I studied the floorboard. "I'm sorry. I just feel -"
"Nothing to be sorry about, bitch. You are what you are. Actually, I'm pleased. It'll make what we have to do a lot easier if I don't have to force you." She didn't sound pleased.
I drew on my cigarette, nervously rubbed at the lipstick on the filter. "What do we have to do?" I asked very quietly.
Her laugh was a harsh bark. "We have to make a lot of money for your surgery."
I stared blankly at her for a moment, then looked out the window. I didn't want her to see my smile. There weren't many ways to raise the three thousand dollars we needed in ten days. I was going to be a very busy girl for a while. The only question in my mind was if she was going to whore herself on bar stools beside me. I hoped so. I really liked sharing with her. | null | CHAPTER ONE - INNOCENT BEGINNINGS | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/the_surprise_vacation.txt |
1,947 | Unknown | TV Weekend | "Be at my place at 7:00 slave," said the husky, seductive voice on the phone, "and I know you won't be late." The sound was both thrilling and chilling at the same time; its matter-of-fact yet hypnotic tone searing into my mind. It was Joan, the beautiful woman who had taken control of my life. "Bring your bag of 'toys' and plan on spending the weekend. Just bring your shaver and toilet articles. Don't bother to pack any clothes, you won't be needing any." I didn't even hear the click of the receiver; it took the sound of the dial tone to jar me back to reality. The call to my office phone was over almost before it had begun. But it left me off balance the rest of that Friday afternoon. How typical of Joan.
Thoughts of her and what might lay ahead filled my mind as I drove to Joan's house near the outskirts of town. Not long ago she was merely the attractive, assertive woman I had met in a bar one night. Now she seemed to control my life. I couldn't help but notice her as she had entered the bar, her 5'11", leggy height accentuated by her high-heeled pumps. She wore a tight silk blouse and a dark slit skirt. I admired her from a distance; watching as she made her way down the length of the bar. She sipped a drink casually; listening with bored disinterest to the come-ons that various men threw her way. I was surprised when she took the stool next to me. I'm an average looking guy, although I keep my hard, muscular body in excellent shape with regular workouts. She appeared to be out of my league and besides, probably didn't have the type of personality I so secretly craved. She immediately initiated a conversation. At first I found myself staring at the braless hard nipples of her medium size breasts and the way the curve of her firm thighs was exposed as she crossed her legs. She had long dark hair framing her full shiny lips and the deep brown eyes that seemed to penetrate so.
I was soon lost in those eyes. It was she that controlled the conversation; brazenly probing the darkest corners of my personality and eventually inviting me to her place. With Joan as the aggressor, the evening was filled with a special passion that occupies the grey area between seduction and rape. In our subsequent meetings I had experienced things that had surpassed my wildest of secret desires. She must have sensed early on my submissive nature and she exploited and expanded it every time we were together. Although it wasn't expressly stated, there never was any question of who was in command. Now, only a few weeks later I was her sexual slave: helpless, yet willing to obey her desires.
My mind snapped back to the present as I turned into the driveway of her suburban home. In my excitement I almost forgot to get the bag from the trunk before I started up the walk. The 'toys' inside, as Joan had so innocently referred to them, were my modest collection of leather bondage cuffs and straps. She seemed to get a special thrill from seeing a man tightly bound and helpless and, the fact that it turned me on so, heightened the pleasure for the both of us. Under Joan's direction, the bag's contents were growing but still did not compare with her seemingly endless assortment of restraints and devices. As I walked somewhat shakily to the door, I wondered what surprises she had planned for me this time.
Before my finger could reach the doorbell, Joan's voice rang out, "Come in." As I walked into the living room I saw her, with drink in hand, leaning casually against the bar. "Remove your clothes so I can get a better look at you," she said calmly. That was her special appeal. She was not loud and demanding like the professional Mistresses that I had read about and had occasionally paid to visit. Yet I found myself so strangely submissive and often speechless in her presence. She was always so cool and confident; taking her dominant position as an obvious role that was to be expected and naturally obeyed. It was this matter-of-fact quality about her mastery over me that was so exciting and unnerving. She had lured me into her control so smoothly and quickly. It was as if she always seemed to know my thoughts and my weaknesses. I was under her spell and couldn't have resisted even if I had ever wanted to. And I never had.
I put the bag on the coffee table and quickly peeled off my sport shirt and jeans, my eyes eagerly scanning her body. As always, Joan was dressed in a way that emphasized the curves of her lush form. She was wearing a sleeveless black leotard of a leather-like cire material with a deeply plunging neckline that featured her firm, high breasts. Silky red jogging shorts clung tightly to her hips; revealing as much as they concealed of her well rounded ass and a thin gold belt accented her slim waist. Her long legs were encased in shiny black tights that ended in red spike-heeled sandals. Those penetrating eyes of hers followed my every move and she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction as she noticed my cock swell when I freed it from my shorts.
When I stood there completely naked, Joan put down her drink and walked slowly towards me. Her hands ran appreciatively over my muscled body as she passed and my cock grew harder in response. I admired her luscious legs and ass as she bent to rummage briefly in my bag but averted them quickly as she turned holding a leather strap. "This will do for now," she remarked as she firmly pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them securely. The now familiar shiver of helplessness went through me and even her breathing seemed to quicken slightly as she eyed my vulnerable form. Joan had at least an inch of height on me anyway and the five inch heels she favored made her tower over me. Staring deeply into my eyes, she slowly leaned down and kissed me hard; her sweet tongue exploring my mouth insistently. As I savored the taste of her lipstick, her hands slid down to my ass and groin. She murmured with satisfaction as she felt my cock twitch and stiffen even more as she ran her long, polished fingernails down its length and caressed my aching balls. "My, how my little plaything loves to be tied and teased," she cooed, "you won't believe what I've got planned for you. Besides, you're helpless to do anything about it, aren't you?" Blushing and uncertain as to how or whether to respond, I could barely break my silence with a whispered, "Yes". She chuckled lightly in triumph at my embarrassment. In an eternity that lasted but a few minutes she again had me under her spell.
She grabbed a piece of rope from the bag. "Come on, it's time to get you ready," she remarked, motioning with a toss of her head. I stared at the rhythmic swaying of her hips in the shiny shorts as I followed her into the bathroom. I wondered for what -- or who -- I was being prepared.
Once in the bathroom Joan drew back the shower curtain and motioned me into the tub. Grabbing my shoulders, she spun me around; tying one end of the rope to the strap that held my wrists. She wrapped the other end around the shower head, pulling my bound arms up uncomfortably. "This will keep you from causing trouble," she said giving it an extra tug as she tied the end. I stood there forced by the bondage to bow down my head and shoulders slightly. I was covered with goosebumps as much from the helplessness as from the cold enamel beneath my feet. Running her fingers through the thick hair on my chest she sighed, "Too bad, but this will have to go." Reaching into the cabinet under the sink she pulled out several bottles. My eyes widened as I saw the label 'Nair'. I finally found my voice. "Wait...you can't...people will notice," I protested, drawing as far back as the rope would allow. "Oh, I CAN'T!" Joan said mocking me; grabbing my balls and squeezing with her long nails for emphasis. "I CAN and WILL do whatever I want. I know that and so do you. So let's cut the complaining. Or, if you prefer, you can be gagged." I found I could only silently lower my head further in acknowledgement of her power.
Smiling broadly, she sensuously pulled on a pair of thin latex rubber gloves. She worked quickly, spreading the thick pink lotion over my entire body from the neck down. She covered every inch of my torso and limbs; careful not to exclude the area under the strap at my wrists or even the crack of my ass. The combination of the warm rubber gloves and cool lotion felt highly erotic on my flesh. I was allowed only slight satisfaction as she dwelled briefly on my groin area, massaging the cream into my swollen balls. Joan liked to keep me in a continual state of raging arousal; once remarking, "After all, what good is a cock if it isn't hard?" After snapping off her gloves and inspecting her handiwork, she chuckled, "Don't go away...I'll be right back." Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she wheeled into the hall, leaving me in my humiliation.
She returned in a few moments bearing two glasses and a lit joint."Since you've decided to behave, I brought you a little reward." As she held the drink to my lips, I drank as best I could given my bound condition. I coughed and choked some on what tasted like straight bourbon. She shared the joint as well, and I soon felt a mellow glow that helped me relax. Joan gently rubbed and caressed my hard cock as we finished the drinks. I was grateful for the distractions because my entire body had begun to sting and feel warm.
"Well, I've got some things to do," Joan said, excusing herself. I was left alone to consider my condition. I looked down at my pink-covered body. The stinging of the depilatory had become an intense burning, and I writhed in torment at the feeling of thousands of tiny needles pricking my flesh. The rope holding my arms denied me much movement or relief. My mind raced as I thought of how I would explain my lack of body hair to my friends at the athletic club. None of the possible excuses I came up with seemed very plausible.
After what seemed like an eternity of itching, Joan returned. She turned on the water, and I gratefully maneuvered myself under the spray. I watched in astonishment as my once luxuriant body hair fell off and disappeared down the drain. My chest, arms, and legs were now completely smooth, and my erect cock and balls seemed bigger than ever without their nest of curly hair. Once I was completely clean, Joan untied the rope from the shower head and toweled me off. I sighed from relief and arousal as she then massaged my body with lotion to remove the residual redness and stinging. I was amazed at how sensitive my hairless skin had become. "Let's go," Joan announced, heading towards the bedroom.
As we entered, I noticed an array of clothes laid on the bed. I didn't recognize all of them, but I gulped as I realized they were women's undergarments. Noticing my discomfort, she smiled, "Well, you don't want to go traveling naked, do you?" Again finding my voice, I asked, "Traveling? Where are we going?" "Oh, didn't I tell you we're taking a trip? It must have slipped my mind," she said with mock innocence. "And you're going to be my female slave this weekend." Anticipating my questions, she continued, "You'll find out when we get there. Now let's get you dressed." While under her intense gaze, I knew that I could only respond by bowing my head in silence.
Picking up a strapless, long-line bra, Joan stepped behind me and wrapped it around me. I squirmed as she hooked the back of the black garment. My bound hands grazed her silken crotch, and I felt the warmth between her legs. Teasingly, she ground her pelvis against my fingers and pressed her breasts into my back. Just as I was enjoying the firmness of her nipples, she finished her task. She jerked back suddenly, yanking the breath from me as she pulled the last hook tightly into place. She walked around to face me and survey her work. "An improvement," she remarked as she ran her hands over my cinched waist, "but kind of flat." She laughed, jabbing a finger at the empty silk cups that now hung from my chest. I wiggled slightly, trying to gain some relief from the pressure on my rib cage. I quickly stopped when she lovingly grabbed my rock-hard cock and said, "But we'll have to get rid of this."
Tugging me by my organ, Joan led me to the bed. She picked up what looked like a small leather pouch with a thin strap attached to the closed end. Without warning, she suddenly dug her nails hard into my cock. I yelped in pain, and my erection wilted. In an instant, she stuffed my genitals into the pouch and tightly closed the small buckle strap at the top of the pouch around the base of my cock and balls. She then attached a tiny padlock to prevent removal of the pouch. Moving quickly, she stepped behind me, reached between my legs, and grabbed the strap at the bottom end of the pouch. She pulled the thin strap up between the cheeks of my ass. In the process, my cock and balls were dragged up and under my torso. In one last movement, she drew the ends of the strap, which came to a 'T', around my waist and buckled them tightly at the top of my hips. Another small lock made the whole apparatus secure. Before I had been able to blink back my tears, my male organs had been bound out of sight between my legs.
Moving her body against mine and fondling my bare ass, Joan cooed soothingly into my ear, "I'm sorry if that hurt a little, but I couldn't have my girl slave have such an ugly thing sticking out of her cunt, could I." She rubbed her other hand over the now empty crotch where my male organ normally hung. I felt a somewhat uneasy heaviness in my groin. The slight discomfort turned to pleasure as she continued her caress. The tightness of the pouch prevented an erection, making the arousal I felt somehow more intense in its frustration. When Joan backed away, I looked down. At first glance, it appeared as if my hairless crotch had been castrated.
Next, Joan picked up a pair of panties that matched the black bra. She teasingly drew the soft fabric across my face, letting me inhale its lightly perfumed scent. As I raised one leg at a time, she drew the silk bikini up my legs, taking the opportunity to run her hands along my smooth limbs. Again, I was amazed at how sensitive my hairless skin had become. Maybe it was the "buzz" from the liquor and pot, but I found my knees shaking as she nestled the panties snug around my hips.
"Sit down," she instructed, reaching for a pair of dark brown pantyhose. Dropping to one knee, she slowly stretched each leg of the stockings along my own, taking her time as she smoothed the fabric in place with her hands. As I stood shakily in my bondage, she rubbed the crotch of the pantyhose into mine and let the waistband snap into place. Moving against me, she slid her nylon-covered leg along mine. "Such soft, sexy legs," she growled. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you," she smiled. I found myself surprised at how much I was. I looked down at my legs, which seemed softer and more feminine now that they were hairless and sheathed in the sheer nylon. On occasion, I had fantasized about dressing in women's clothes, but never dreamed it would be this exciting. The soft yet restraining garments were turning me on incredibly. And it was all enhanced by the fact that I was helplessly bound before this erotic woman who was rubbing the spike heel of her shoe on my calf.
Joan picked up the last item from the bed. "This will give you some nice curves," she remarked as she held it up for me to see. It was a black panty girdle with foam rubber padding in the seat and sides. It appeared to be far too small to ever fit me, and it almost was. But with considerable pulling and tugging, and aided by the smoothness of my nyloned legs and the 'emptiness' of my crotch, it finally settled into place around my middle. The girdle fit tightly, putting added pressure on my groin. "Such a nice round ass," she whispered in my ear as she reached her arms around me to feel my behind. After stepping back to admire the results, she released the strap that bound my wrists behind me. "I'll be right back," she said as she strode out of the room.
As I rubbed my wrists and flexed my stiff shoulders, I marveled at the soft feel and appearance of my hairless arms. I ran my hands all over my transformed body. My cinched waist narrowed sharply and then broadened into my enlarged hips. I tried in vain to loosen the bra, but I was held so rigidly that I was unable to even reach the hooks. I was particularly fascinated by the look and feel of my legs. The lack of hair and the dark, sheer pantyhose gave me shivers as I slid my hands up and around my thighs. I moved one hand up between my legs and rubbed firmly in an effort to ease my maddening arousal. My head felt like it was spinning. "Playing with yourself, I see," Joan said from the doorway of the room. "Such a naughty girl you are!" I blushed deeply and quickly dropped my hands to my sides. "Here... you can put these on while I get ready," she laughed at my embarrassment. She tossed my pants and shirt at my feet and left the room again.
As much as I was enjoying my new attire, I was glad to see my own outer clothes, particularly if we were going somewhere as Joan had mentioned. I pulled on my knit sport shirt. I've always bought my shirts a little small in order to show off my muscular torso. Now I cursed my vanity. The shirt clung to me, highlighting my narrowed waist. The bra was faintly visible, and I tried to smooth down the empty cups as much as possible. Despite my efforts, they puckered up slightly; I could only hope not too noticeably. I picked up my jeans and noted that my wallet and car keys were gone. They slid up easily over my nylon-covered legs, but it was a real struggle to fit them over my padded girdle. I finally managed to pull them into place and button them. They were stretched tightly over my hips and ass, and, as a result, they zippered deeply into my groin. It was now obvious to even a casual observer that my male genitals were gone.
As I dressed, I began to feel strangely light-headed. The "high" from the joint seemed to be intensifying. My body seemed to tingle slightly, and I felt somehow more aware of the feel of the nylon and silk against my skin. It was almost as if all my senses were magnified. Joan walked into the room, and as I looked at her, my vision seemed to vary off and on from slightly fuzzy to intensely focused. I found myself staring numbly at her breasts as she approached me. She again bound my hands behind me with a leather strap. My muscles seemed drained of their strength as she attached leather cuffs to my biceps and drew my elbows together with another strap. My mind felt slightly clouded, yet I was acutely conscious of what was happening.Sensing my befuddlement, Joan gently turned me around to face her and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes bore into mine with an intensity that is indescribable. I found I was unable to avert my gaze. Her voice echoed with a hypnotic quality. "You see, I drugged your drink," she whispered. Her smile was at the same time warmly comforting and frightening. "Don't be alarmed. It won't hurt you," she continued, "It was just a little something to keep you from resisting me. By the time I'm done, your mind will be as helplessly mine as your body."
Part II
"Well, it's about time to go," she said, taking my arm and starting towards the door. "What about my shoes?" I asked, my voice sounding to me like it was coming from somewhere far away. "Oh, how could I forget," Joan said, heading not to the living room, where I had undressed, but to the closet. "Here we go... I bought your size," she said, turning with a pair of women's pumps. I could only manage a small groan as I realized that any hope I had of concealing my embarrassing attire was vanishing. I sat meekly on the bed as she knelt and slipped the black heels on my feet. They had a narrow strap across the instep which she buckled snugly. Now I couldn't even kick off the shoes if I wanted to. Joan helped me to my feet and giggled as I stumbled on the three-inch heels. "You'd better practice a bit," she suggested. I walked unsteadily about the room under her amused gaze. I felt pitched unnaturally forward and was forced to take small, mincing steps in order to retain my balance. After I'd improved somewhat, Joan announced, "One more thing." Producing a box from a dresser drawer, she revealed a pair of falsies. Pulling my shirt back, she inserted them in the cups of my bra and nestled them into place. They were cloth-covered rubber bags filled with silicone that had the shape, feel, and weight of real female breasts. My bondage made them thrust out prominently from my chest. I was in a complete daze from both the drug and my complete humiliation.
Joan turned to close the open drawer and suddenly remarked, "Now that's a thought!" Pulling me to the small bench in front of the dresser, she sat me down. I watched meekly in horror as she glued a pair of long fake eyelashes onto my own. She then applied waterproof black mascara and eyeliner to finish her task. Laughing, she held a small mirror up in front of me. My eyes were now darkly outlined and stood out dramatically. The long, full lashes fluttered as I blinked in disbelief. Anyone's gaze, even if they saw me from a distance, would be drawn to my eyes and would immediately recognize that they were heavily made up. Joan picked up a lipstick; then, on second thought, put it down. I let out a small sigh of relief. "We'll trim your eyebrows and do the rest later," she said, leading me back to the living room.
Once there, she thrust the bag of bondage gear into my bound hands. "You can carry this," she announced, picking up a suitcase and my overnight bag. I followed her to the garage. I was getting accustomed to walking in my high heels. In fact, I found myself enjoying the way my new breasts jiggled on my chest with each step. My enlarged hips and ass seemed to give me a lower center of gravity that swayed sensuously from side to side as I walked. My genitals felt almost as if they were tucked inside of me. As I walked, they were kept maddeningly stimulated, but in a different yet more intense way than I was used to. We stopped briefly as Joan unlocked the garage door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror in the hall. There I stood; obviously a broad-shouldered, muscular male. But jutting from my front were two large female breasts, complete, I noticed for the first time, with erect nipples. They were forced out in their full glory by my bound arms. My thin waist broadened out into well-rounded hips. I turned slightly to see the full curve of my behind. My thoughts began to drift as I savored the sight of this strangely erotic creature with the kewpie doll-like eyes and perched upon those sexy high heels. Part of my mind knew it was me; yet somehow I seemed like someone else. I was so wildly turned on by this new persona that my breathing began to quicken.
I don't know how long I stood there staring; it could have been moments or hours. When I suddenly snapped back to reality, I turned and saw Joan silently watching me with a broad grin spread across her face. I blushed deeply and again followed her. I offered a silent prayer of thanks that her house had an attached garage.
Taking the bag from me, she helped me into the passenger's side of her sports car. She buckled the seat belt snugly, fixing the shoulder harness so that it held tight and wouldn't give any slack. I was forced to sit upright with my bound arms behind me, unable to lean or slide forward to avoid being seen through the windows. As an added measure, she pulled another leather strap from the bag and lashed my ankles together above my high-heeled shoes. After throwing the bags into the trunk, she got in and started the engine. As she opened the garage door and backed into the street, I hoped that the twilight would quickly turn to darkness before my embarrassing condition was noticed. At first, we took only largely deserted side streets. My heart sank as she turned toward the heavier traffic of the freeway. Just as we started up the on-ramp, Joan added another shock. Reaching into her purse, she slid a pair of large wrap-around sunglasses onto my face. At first, I was grateful that they would conceal my made-up eyes. Then I was stunned to find that the insides of the lenses had been painted black. I was effectively blinded; only by straining could I look down to see the tops of my breasts at the bottom and Joan's firm thighs to the side. I wasn't sure what was worse; seeing my humiliation or not knowing when or how it was happening.
The trip seemed to last an eternity. Most of the time I was made to suffer my fate in silence; my drugged mind drifting. I considered my condition. Here I was, obviously a male, dressed in women's underwear. I was completely bound and helpless, unable to do much more than rub my nyloned legs together in an effort to ease my sexual frustration. Even if I could make my escape, how would I return home without any shoes but these high heels and lacking any money or I.D.? How would I explain my attire and hairless body? I couldn't even rid myself of the tightly hooked bra, let alone free my imprisoned genitals. And I didn't even know where I was or where I was being taken. I was constantly reminded of my soft breasts as they swayed and bounced with every turn and bump in the road; the strap of the shoulder harness drawing the attention of passing drivers to my cleavage. I was glad that at least my long lashes were hidden behind the sunglasses.
At times, my thoughts drifted in arousal. I was becoming used to and enjoying the feel of the silky fabrics against my soft skin. My broad hips and round ass now felt almost normal. I no longer minded the tight bra; in fact, I was somehow proud of the way it narrowed my waist and thrust my breasts out invitingly. I even found myself regretting that Joan had not applied the lipstick and imagining how I would look when fully made up. It seemed that my every nerve ending was vibrating at a fever pitch. I was turned on like never before, both by my helpless state and by the very thought of my erotic reflection in the mirror.
From time to time, Joan brought me back to reality. Occasionally, she would reach over unexpectedly to fondle my breasts or rub between my legs, causing me to first flinch in surprise in my sightless state, then to moan in unfulfilled torment. Or she would laugh as she described to me the amused reactions of passing motorists when they saw my female breasts. At one point, a semi drove alongside us on the right for some time before honking and pulling away. Joan delighted in relating the driver's lecherous stares and obscene gestures. She teased about waving him over at the next wayside. "I'll bet you'd really get off on kneeling helplessly before him and sucking his big hard cock. Wouldn't you, you horny bitch." I blushed deeply in embarrassment, but, dressed as I was, I oddly found myself even more aroused at the thought.
Finally, after slowing down and turning onto what seemed to be a dirt road, Joan stopped the car. She came around to my side of the car, released my seat belt, and unstrapped my ankles. Removing the sunglasses, she remarked, "I see my girlfriend-slave survived the trip O.K. I'm sure you'll enjoy our weekend...and all the fun things I have planned for you." Shaking my head and blinking my eyes in a vain attempt to recover full control of my senses, I managed to ask, "Where are we?" "Oh, just a little weekend hide-away," she replied, "We won't be bothered here." She helped me from the car. I was a little unsteady on my feet from the bondage and the odd weak feeling in my muscles. The heels didn't seem to be much of a problem though; I was amazed at how adept I had become in them in such a short time.
Joan got the bags from the trunk and, as before, gave one to me to carry behind me in my still bound hands. I followed her up a gravel path. In the darkness that had fallen, I could just make out the outline of a small cottage. As we approached, I could hear the gentle lapping of waves on the shore from behind it. She opened the door, turned on the lights, and led me inside. It was a modern cottage, really a small lake home, with two bedrooms, a kitchenette and bath, and a living room complete with a fireplace. In the back, I was to learn later, was a deck overlooking a lake.It was surrounded on three sides by trees and set back in a small bay.
Joan put the suitcases in one of the bedrooms and took the bag from my bound hands. "Let's get these dull male things off you," she said, "It's time for us to have some fun." Reaching into her purse, she extracted a pocket knife; opening it as she approached me. Startled, I stepped back quickly; almost losing my balance in my high heels. "Don't be afraid... You won't get hurt unless you don't stand still," she cautioned. Dropping to one knee, Joan inserted the knife up one pants leg and drew it upward. The razor-sharp blade sliced easily through the tough denim. She repeated the process on the other leg, taking the opportunity to slide her hands on my limbs. "Mmm... such smooth sexy legs you have," she cooed. Her soft hands along the nylons on my hairless skin sent tremors of excitement through my groin. As she peeled away my tattered jeans, her hand ran along my crotch. My cock strained even more in its bondage. "I can't wait to rub this sweet cunt of yours against mine," she whispered, sticking her tongue into my ear. She then used the knife on my shirt. When it had joined my jeans in shreds on the floor, she wrapped her arms around my waist. Leaning into me, she rubbed her firm breasts into my newly acquired ones. "Your nipples are so hard...I can't help it; I've got to feel them against mine." My concerns over losing the last of my male clothes vanished as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and writhed our bodies together.
I almost fell over when Joan released her hold on me and stepped back an eternity later. My mind and body reeled with passionate lust, and my breath came in short gasps. My arms strained in their bounds. In desperation, I pleaded, "Oh God, you've got to let me come...please...I can't stand it any more...please... I can't..." Suddenly angry, Joan cut me off with a sharp laugh. "Ha...you have such a short memory. You forget who's in charge here." Jabbing a fingernail into my chest, she continued, "You may, just MAY, be allowed to come and then only when I say so. And AFTER you've satisfied me. Our times together have always been mutually pleasurable. After all that and after I go and buy you such pretty things to wear; this whining is the thanks I get!" Reaching into the bondage bag, she produced a leather trainer with an attached ball gag. "I think it's time to show you what can happen when you don't cooperate." "I'm sor...." My attempt to apologize was cut off as she jammed the ball gag into my mouth and buckled it tight at the back. Quickly, she fastened the remaining straps of the trainer over the top of my head and under my chin. The trainer encircled my head like a clenched fist; my jaw was forced shut around the hard rubber gag. I was silenced except for a muffled groan.
Striding into the bedroom, Joan returned carrying a three-inch-wide leather collar. She wrapped it around my neck, buckling it in back. It forced my head up rigidly and was just short of being tight enough to inhibit my breathing. She yanked me by my bound arms to the area in front of the fireplace and forced me to the carpet. She lashed my knees together and again did the same with my ankles. With a cord, she joined my bound wrists and ankles to each other and forced me to sit upright on my knees. "I'll let you think awhile about how sorry you are. Or maybe you'd prefer it if I dropped you off at the highway to find your way home." In response to the last, I shook my head from side to side as vigorously as the collar would allow. Satisfied, she walked from the room, leaving me in my helpless state.
I knelt there stiffly, stunned by her sudden anger and determined not to rile her again. My drug-fogged mind raced in panic at the thought of being left to wander the countryside dressed in bra and heels, without money to get home. I could do little more than kneel there rigidly. The straps holding my wrists, arms, knees, and ankles prevented any movement. And the long bra and leather collar forced an erect posture. The trainer-gag muted me completely; my saliva dripping out around the edges of the ball. Despite all this, I found myself even more incredibly turned on. And most surprisingly, my arousal was not centered solely on my groin as it had been in the past. I yearned to have my breasts fondled and my legs stroked; to feel Joan's soft skin in contact with my hairless body. My thoughts again drifted back to my image in the mirror, to the prospect of lipstick on my lips, and to whatever wildly erotic things Joan had planned for me.
After a while, Joan reappeared. She had changed clothes and was now dressed in a black merry-widow which accentuated her slender waist. The bra top of the corset had half cups which offered her breasts out invitingly, exposing the nipples. Below, she wore a skimpy black G-string held by silk ribbons tied at the sides. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings connected to the garters of her corset. She moved casually around the cottage, fixed herself a drink, and, selecting a magazine from the coffee table, sat down on the couch to my right. She ignored me, sipping her cocktail and smoking a joint. Since the wide collar prevented me from turning my head, I could only see her from the corner of my eye. I stared at her voluptuous body, finding myself mesmerized by the swaying of her five-inch heeled black pump as she sat there with her long legs crossed.
Finishing her drink, Joan rose and walked over to face me. Standing with her hands on her hips, she looked down at me and said, "I think you've learned your lesson, young lady." I could only look up at her as she towered over me and attempt to convey my answer with my eyes. She must have been satisfied by my response, and she reached down to release the strap connecting my bound wrists and ankles and removed the trainer-gag. Thankful, I wiggled my jaw in an attempt to remove the stiffness and said softly, "I'm sorry for being so ungrateful, Joan." I wished that the collar would allow me to bow my head. "I know you are, dear," she said, patting my head gently. Returning to the couch, she sat down and continued, "And now you can show me just how sorry you are."
I attempted to crawl on my knees towards her. In my haste, and because of my severe bondage, I fell forward. Filled with lust, I wiggled ahead on my stomach, swinging my broad hips from side to side and pushing as best I could with my bound legs. I reveled in the feeling of my full breasts squashed against the carpet. Craning my neck in the tight slave collar, I stared ahead at her glistening high heels. Finally reaching my goal, I planted a wet kiss on the toe of her shoe. Murmuring her agreement, Joan again crossed her legs as if to beckon me upwards with her foot. I twisted and strained in my restricting clothes and straps and finally boosted myself to my knees. "Suck my heel, my little slavegirl," she commanded. Leaning forward, I took the long, thin patent leather spike between my lips. I licked and sucked on it eagerly. I relished my condition. Here I knelt... bound, completely stripped of my maleness, and totally helpless before this beautiful dominant. I felt my curvy, plump ass resting on the backs of my high heels. I trembled with passion at the jiggling of my breasts and the burning desire deep between my legs.
Pulling her heel away, Joan complimented, "Very good...you have quite a talented mouth. Let's see where else you can use it." Taking her cue, I began to lick and kiss my way up her legs, enjoying the feeling of the smooth nylon and warm flesh beneath my tongue. As I neared the tops of her stockings, she signaled her satisfaction with my efforts by spreading her legs and untying the ribbons at the sides of her G-string. As I watched in rapt anticipation, she slowly pulled down the fabric to reveal her juicy cunt. I dove in, plunging my nose and tongue deep into her sweet slit. I lapped and sucked eagerly, savoring her juices. Moaning loudly, she grabbed my head and held me closer; her pungent aroma driving me to increase my efforts. My head spun and my cock swelled and ached with desire as I pictured myself tied and dressed as a woman with my head buried between her luscious legs. Screaming and shaking uncontrollably, she came again and again; almost crushing me with her hot thighs. Finally satiated, she pushed me away feebly and sat there, with eyes closed; her breath coming in deep gasps. I fell back panting, dazed and weakened by my unfulfilled passion. It seemed like a raging fire of lust was burning deep within my groin.
After several minutes, Joan regained her composure. Rising somewhat shakily, she complimented, "My little slavegirl is quite a cunt-lapper!" I beamed with pride as I caught my own breath. Helping me to my feet, she released the straps at my knees and ankles and removed the collar from my neck. Taking my arm gently, she led me to the bedroom. As we walked, I found myself proudly wiggling my breasts and swaying my ass as I stepped expertly in my heels.
Part III
Once in the candle-lit bedroom, Joan untied my arms and slowly wrapped her arms around me. "Now you get yours, my sweet," she said in a throaty whisper. Pushing me back onto the brass bed, she stretched my arms out and tied them with velvet ropes attached to the corners of the bed frame. As she did so, she dangled her breasts over my face. "That's it, slave. Worship my tits," she ordered as I craned my neck upward. My lips found her hard nipples, and I eagerly licked and chewed on them as she pressed the soft flesh into my face. Laughing softly, she moved back and kissed me long and deep; then slid her body down along mine, pausing to press our breasts together.She reached down and slowly peeled off my panty girdle and took off my shoes. She drew down my pantyhose and panties, running her hands over my smooth legs as she went. The cool air on my hairless skin sent shivers of pleasure through me. Using a small key on a gold chain around her neck, she removed the small locks from my cock harness but, to my dismay, did not release my aching organs. Turning around, she replaced the shoes on my feet and proceeded to tie my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. She turned again on her knees and moved back towards the head of the bed. Straddling my waist, she stared down at me and declared with a husky growl, "You're all mine now...and I'm going to have you."
Her deep brown eyes bore into mine as she slowly leaned forward and crushed her breasts into mine. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth, darting and swirling insistently. I moaned and arched my back to rub my nipples against hers. Joan writhed her still dripping cunt into my hairless crotch as I pleaded, "Oh God...please..." Rising to her knees and kneading my breasts with one hand, she growled, "Now I'm going to take you, my helpless little slave-bitch." With one motion, she freed my straining cock and impaled herself on it. I yelled with pleasure as I felt her slippery walls close around me. It took but a few thrusts before I spasmed uncontrollably as I came. I shrieked in ecstasy, my voice a high-pitched, almost feminine, shrill. My arms pulled frantically at my bonds as I gushed my sperm deep inside her. I seemed to come endlessly, draining my swollen balls. I lay there in a daze, my muscles twitching. I was barely aware of Joan climbing off of me. I sensed her kissing me softly and gently fondling my nipples as I drifted into unconsciousness.
When I awoke it was daylight, the sun shining brightly through the curtains of the bedroom window. At first I thought that I had dreamt the previous day's adventures. I shook my head and blinked my long lashes, my mind still slightly fuzzy. Then I tried to sit up and found that I was still bound to the bed. Looking down, I confirmed that my body had indeed been denuded of hair and that I was naked except for a pair of white nylon panties. More by sense than by sight, I could also tell the tightly restraining cock and ball harness had been reinstalled. Unable to do much else, I relaxed in my bonds and reviewed last night's experiences. My cock quickly stiffened as I recalled Joan riding atop me in my female attire. As I was fondly remembering the feel of my breasts quivering on my chest, she entered, carrying a tray. "Good morning," she announced, "You slept so soundly, you've hardly stirred at all." Approaching the bed, she spied the aroused look on my face. "Hmm...looks like my little girl is ready to face the day." I blushed in response.
"How about some juice and breakfast," she asked, changing the subject and setting the tray on the bed next to me. "Thanks," I replied, "What time is it, anyway?" "Already afternoon," she replied as she leaned across me to release my bonds. She was wearing a very brief terry cloth jumper which barely contained her firm breasts and round ass, and I admired her body as she worked. She helped me sit up on the edge of the bed. I stretched, relieving the stiffness from my muscles. Rubbing my face, I was surprised to feel that it was cleanly shaven. I was about to ask her how, when she spoke. "I just made a poached egg and toast. I know you're watching your waistline." Suddenly realizing how hungry I was, I dug into the somewhat meager breakfast. Joan busied herself with things in her suitcase as I ate. The orange juice tasted oddly bitter, but the rest of the meal sure hit the spot. As I ate, I happened to glance down at the slightly opened drawer of the nightstand. There I saw a small handkerchief and a bottle labeled 'chloroform'. So that explained my mild headache, I thought to myself. That also must have been how she cleaned and shaved me and re-imprisoned my genitals without wakening me.
Seeing that I had finished my breakfast, Joan motioned me over to the end of the bed by the dresser. In her high wedged sandals, she stood several inches above me. "Time you got dressed," she remarked, reaching down and stripping the panties off me. Turning to the garments that she had laid out, she chose one. "Here, you go," she said, wrapping what at first blush appeared to be a bright blue spandex bra around me. Hooking it in back, she then tied the spaghetti straps around my neck. Next, she inserted the falsies I had worn the day before into the cups. "There, that looks much better," she commented. I was pleased to have the full tits as my own again and instinctively moved my hands up to feel their softness. Seeing this, Joan smiled, "So my little slavegirl longs to have her titties massaged...how naughty." Slapping one hand away and twisting the other behind my back, she pushed me face down on the bed. Holding me there briefly, she forced my other wrist back and secured them together with a pair of handcuffs. My groin tingled anew with the thrill of helplessness.
When I had managed to twist around and sit on the end of the bed, Joan stood there with the matching bottom to my bra. Looking at the tiny bikini panty, I realized that the garment was just that...a bikini swimsuit. Sliding the small panty up my legs, she said, "It's such a beautiful day; I thought we'd get some sun." I was stunned. "I can't go out in that...People will see...And the outline of the suit..." Stretching the spandex waistline and bringing it to rest on my hips, she cut me off matter-of-factly, "Oh, there are no houses nearby, so we won't be bothered. I know that you'd rather sun in the nude; but you might burn your tender nipples." With the last, she reached down and tweaked the points of my false breasts with her long polished fingernails. My objections vanished when I felt a tremor of arousal as she did.
"Come over here," she said, moving over to a small chair by the dresser. As I stood, a wave of light-headedness swept through me. It was the same feeling I'd had the night before, only much more intense. I staggered slightly as a confusing fog descended on my mind. My mind flashed back to the odd taste I'd noticed in the orange juice. The room seemed to flow around me as I stepped towards Joan. "Sit down," she ordered, her voice reverberating strangely. My self-resolve and my muscles both seemed to weaken; the energy from both drawn from me by the penetrating stare of those deep brown eyes. I looked up at the triumphant smile on that beautiful face way above me. I was so enraptured, unable to resist even if my hands were free.
Joan whistled idly as she worked. "We can't have you going out looking like you just crawled out of bed, now can we," she asked rhetorically. She touched up the false eyelashes with more mascara. Then, working with tweezers, she thinned my bushy eyebrows. In my daze, I barely felt a thing as she plucked away at the errant hairs. My stare fixated on her firm tits and their hard nipples as they bobbled and swayed before me as she moved. I compared them to my own and, upon looking down, I found myself somehow proud that mine were larger. "Heads up, my dear," Joan cautioned, lifting my chin, "or you'll mess up my work." Next, she applied some light brown powder eye shadow; the soft brush tickling delightfully. She then filled in my lips with a soft red color using another small brush. She finished them off with several coats of gloss. "Perfect," she announced, "but we're missing the best sun. We'll do the rest outside."
As Joan busied herself loading a large tote bag with items from the dresser, I stood and stepped in front of the mirror. The sight that faced me jarred my numbed brain. There stood a wildly exotic creature, vaguely familiar yet foreign. It was as if I was observing someone else or that I was in another's body. The person looking back at me was a male with muscular arms and legs. But no; the luscious full breasts and smooth skin meant it was a woman. The short male haircut...the way the bottom of the suit fit so snugly between the legs...the broad chest and shoulders.... My mind reeled in confusion; the arched eyebrows and the blinking long lashes of the beautiful eyes in the mirror staring back at me. Suddenly Joan appeared next to the person in the mirror. I felt her hard nipple brush my arm and felt her warm breath as she whispered into the ear of the mirror-person. "I have such a very sexy little slavegirl. I can't keep my hands off her lovely snatch." I saw her rub the crotch in the mirror and felt a rush of pleasure deep between my legs. Somehow that seemed to resolve the questions in my mind for the moment.
Joan led me by the arm to the living room and out a sliding glass door. I relished the movement of my full breasts on my chest and the way my suit bottom rode low on my hips. I savored the sweet taste and glossy feel of my lips. I envied the shoes that Joan wore; now I wished that I had a pair to wear to help improve the shape of my legs.
We stepped out onto a large deck overlooking an inlet of a lake. The bright sun was dazzling; the blue of the lake and sky and the green of the surrounding trees seemed more vibrant than ever before. I stood there momentarily overwhelmed by it all. "Why don't you sit down," suggested Joan. It wasn't until I reached for the arm of the chaise lounge chair that I realized that my hands were free. I hadn't even noticed her removing the handcuffs. I settled into the chair and inhaled the fresh air deeply, my breasts rising proudly in front of me. Joan busied herself applying Q.T. suntan oil on my face, torso, and limbs.She had removed her jumper to reveal a microscopic black bikini, and I took the opportunity to enjoy the sight of her gorgeous body. The cool lotion was heavenly on my sensitive flesh, causing me to sigh heavily.
"Now I'm going to have you keep your hands still for a while," she explained, rummaging through the tote bag. I watched as if from afar as she placed my wrist on the arm of my chair and proceeded to wrap several turns of wide clear tape, like the type used by moving companies to seal boxes, around both. She proceeded to do likewise with the other and then moved down and secured my ankles to the sides of the lounger in the same way. I tested my bonds more inquisitively than out of fear. I didn't sense the usual rush of excitement from the bondage. It was still an immense turn-on but was now one of a warm, comfortable, more 'secure' nature than before.
As I luxuriated in the sun, Joan pulled a chair alongside mine and went to work on my hands. She carefully attached a set of artificial nail tips to my own. As she trimmed and filed, she explained, "These will make your hands feminine and much more elegant. But you'll learn that you have to use the pads of your fingers rather than the nails themselves." Her voice seemed to drone somewhere deep inside my brain, fading in and out of the conscious portion. The brightness of the cloudless sky and the warmth of the sun forced me to close my eyes.
"...and I think you'll like the end result," I heard faintly, stirring me back to the present. I had no idea how much time had passed. I blinked my long lashes a few times and looked down at my hands. I was indeed pleased. Each of my fingertips now came to a long, rounded point, extending almost three quarters of an inch beyond the end. They were painted the same soft red color as my lips. I tentatively tried drumming them on the arm of the chair and found them to feel as hard and natural as my own. As Joan put her things away, I marveled at their new appearance, twisting and turning them as much as the bondage would allow. I also enjoyed the sight of my smooth legs glistening with oil in the sun.
"Time to turn over," Joan noted, checking her watch and using a small scissors to cut the binding tape. I arose, and she adjusted the back of my chair and positioned it for the angle of the sun. I reclined on my stomach and snuggled my breasts against the chair as she smoothed more oil on my back. I didn't object, in fact I purred aloud with contentment, when she stretched my arms out over my head and taped them to the top of the chair. I spread my legs and wiggled my ass devilishly as she did the same with my ankles. She slapped my bottom playfully, scolding, "Such a tease!" She pulled a chair alongside mine and stretched out. I turned my head and admired her sleek body: the firm tits barely held by the tiny bra of her suit; the flat stomach and slender waist; the long, long glorious legs that met in the sweet vee that I'd tasted the night before. She picked up a women's magazine and began reading aloud an article about "New Ways To Sexual Ecstasy" or something like that. Once again her husky voice bored deep into my subconscious, and I drifted off.
It was much later when Joan's hand on my shoulder awakened me. She had already released my bonds. I stood slowly, cautiously testing my legs. The sun was much lower in the sky, starting to dip below the tree line. I shook my head, but the mist-like fog remained wrapped around my brain. "That's enough sun for one day," Joan remarked, leading me into the house. "Let's get this oil off of us," she continued, heading to the bathroom. Once there, she began untying the bra of her suit. "I hope you don't mind sharing a shower," she asked off-handedly. "Not at all," I assured her, my voice coming out in a soft, husky unconscious imitation of her own. I soon stood there in only my genital harness. I was saddened to lose my breasts with the top of my suit, but was anxious to join this lovely creature in the nude.
The hot steamy water felt wonderful as we took turns soaping each other's body. Joan complimented me on my deep tan as she washed my back. I felt strangely uncomfortable about the distinct tan lines left by the outline of my suit. But, in my befuddled state, no matter how I tried to concentrate, I couldn't quite figure out why. Besides, I was distracted by Joan's soft hands reaching between my legs and rubbing my smooth crotch. As we toweled off, I was pleased to note that the rich brown color made my smooth legs look sensational. Taking the gold chain from her neck, she used the small key to unlock the leather cock and ball harness. She carefully removed the straps and pouch. Then she allowed me a few minutes to use the toilet, embarrassing me more by watching. Following her lead, I wrapped a towel around me and padded after her to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Joan dropped her towel and slipped into a short silk robe and high-heeled slippers. I dropped my towel and stood there naked, waiting for her instructions. "I've some real surprises in store for you tonight, my dear." My cock immediately leaped to attention. Until this release, I'd forgotten how turned-on I'd been all day. Just from being hit by the cool air, my genitals felt ready to explode in orgasm. Joan sensed this and quickly squeezed my cock firmly just below the head. I felt my urge subside. "We don't want any accidents now or you'll be punished," she warned sternly. The intense look in her eye made my erection wilt slightly. She reached into her suitcase and pulled out a sort of rubber G-string. Again giving me a stern look of warning, she picked up a tube of KY jelly and applied a liberal amount to the head and shaft of my cock. The cool sensation of the jelly combined with the caress of her soft hands nearly pushed me over the brink again. My knees buckled, and I gasped in frustration as her tight squeeze technique again denied me relief.
Moving swiftly, she slipped my cock into a slot-like pouch inside of the G-string and pulled it into place. It forced my balls up into their sockets and my erection pointing upward against my abdomen. It had thin rubber straps attached; one ran up the crack of my ass and joined two others that went around my waist, low on my hips. She fastened these together securely. Curiously, the bottom strap had a small metal ring in the middle of it which nestled between my asscheeks. Joan took some time adjusting the straps so that the device fit precisely to her liking. Satisfied at last, she spun me around to face the mirror. My mouth fell open in surprise. There between my legs was a realistic female cunt, complete with a vee of dark curly hair. Only upon a second look would one notice that it was a flesh-colored rubber device. I turned my hips and stared at my middle from several angles. I now had what appeared to be the normal female mound. Underneath my, now ragingly erect, cock was held in a vagina-like slit of its own. As I ran my long fingernails through my new pubic hair, I found that the device was just loose enough that, given the stretchy rubber and the lubricating jelly, I could stimulate my cock further by rubbing my new cunt lips.
"My you're a naughty girl," Joan's voice rang out suddenly, "How many times must I warn you about playing with yourself. Now you're diddling at your clit." Reaching towards the handcuffs on the dresser, she warned, "Maybe you need to be restrained again." "No, that's not necessary. I'll be good," I promised sincerely. "Okay...for now anyway," she answered, tossing a pair of panties to me, "Here, put these on." I carefully extended the waistband of the panties with my long nails and bent to put them on. They were a deep blue stretch nylon, cut bikini style. They felt marvelous as I slowly slid them up my silky-smooth legs, my deep tan contrasting nicely with the white lace trim. Fitting them snugly on my hips, I noted in the mirror that the outline of my new cunt lips showed provocatively in the crotch. Joan's eyes followed my own and she smiled. She then fastened a matching bra around me, complete with my now familiar false breasts. She then helped me slip into a short lounging robe like her own.
"You must be hungry; I know I am. How about a light dinner?" Joan suggested. My voice again came out in an imitation of her own. "Sounds great," I replied, staring wistfully at her high-heeled slippers. Reading my mind, she chuckled, "They're a little dressy for lounging, but I guess you can wear your pumps." She retrieved them from the closet and handed them to me. I sat down and slipped the shoes on. She smiled in triumph as I fumbled to buckle the tiny straps with my long nails. Finally, I stood and followed her from the room. As we walked, my cock slid slightly in and out of the rubber vagina with each swing of my hips. This stimulation, along with the dance of my nipples against the shiny front of my gown, caused my erection to grow and harden further.
We dined at a small table near the window overlooking the lake. The meal consisted of assorted fruits and cheeses accompanied by white wine. The first glass that Joan poured for me had a faint bitter taste that I recognized from my morning orange juice. I didn't mention it. Not only did I know that it was fruitless to object, but I seemed to lack the will to even want to. We chatted idly about the weather and other irrelevant topics as we ate. No mention was made of the fact that I was sitting there with large tits and in high heels.
Soon intense waves of fog were descending on my brain. She must have greatly increased the dose of the drug. I had to strain to concentrate on the subject of our conversation.My muscles felt weakened at the same time that my senses seemed energized and heightened. Colors were vibrant and alive; sounds echoed; the bottom of my silk robe felt electrifying on my bare thigh, but I was barely conscious of the glass in my hand. I was more aware than ever of my body, yet it felt foreign to me. My sense of the passage of time evaporated. I tried in vain to remember exactly who and what I was. Suddenly realizing that we were sitting there in silence, I turned to look at Joan and discovered, to my surprise, that she was gone.
Stunned, I looked frantically around the room. When my eyes reached the bedroom doorway, there was Joan. She stood there casually, hands on her hips, as if all were normal. She had dramatically changed her outfit. She now wore only a leather corset and panties, her breasts hanging invitingly free. Her long, tan legs were bare except for knee-high patent leather boots with five-inch spike heels. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders, framing her face. My eyes met hers, and I seemed paralyzed, caught like a deer in a car's headlights. I sat there helpless to avert my gaze. She seemed to move in slow motion as she walked towards me, a Mona Lisa grin spread across her face. Her voice came from far away, "And now for the evening's final act...an end as well as a beginning. Come along, slave." The words hammered on my consciousness. I have never been so excited. I have never been so afraid.
Part V
Joan led me to the bedroom. I was barely aware of walking; I seemed to float along on my high heels. The room was lit by candles, giving it an eerie glow. Removing my robe, Joan pulled my arms behind me. She slipped them into a leather arm binder, a kind of long tube that extended from my wrists to my armpits, widening as it went. The edges of the binder laced together, and she took her time, carefully pulling and tugging on the laces as she worked up my back. When she had completed, my arms were totally imprisoned, held together as if they were one by the unyielding leather. As an added measure, she fastened other straps over the binder at my wrists and above the elbows. Whispering into my ear, she taunted me, "Now my little slut is helpless to resist me. Once you were a man...now you're nothing but my sissy slave."
Next, Joan stepped to her suitcase and produced a heavily boned blue waist cinch with garters. Pulling it around me, she wasted no time in lacing it tightly around my midsection. "It's...It's too tight," I gasped, panting for breath. "Oh, that's too bad. Let me help you," she said in mock pity. She tightened the laces further, squeezing the air from me. "Now you have a cute little waist," she remarked, running her hands along my sides. "To go with your broad masculine shoulders...and your sexy breasts," she added slowly circling my breasts with a fingernail. My middle felt like it was in a vise. My head spun, both from my shortness of breath and the drug.
"And now for some hose," Joan said, waving black mesh nylons in front of me like a pair of snakes. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll love dressing like a tramp. In fact, you'll beg for it," she laughed. She pushed me backwards onto the bed. I was just able to catch myself in a sitting position without falling over. She dropped to one knee in front of me and removed my shoes, tossing them casually in the corner. "I have some other footwear for you that are even more feminine. You'll like them." "Of course, you'll HAVE to," she added with a laugh. I sat there rigidly, feeling the silky hose sliding up my legs. The corset made it impossible for me to bend over to see clearly what was happening. After the nylons were affixed to my garters, Joan toyed with my genitals. Massaging the front of my panties, her voice reverberated through my head, "You were so proud of that ugly little cock that you had. Now it's gone; only a faint memory remains inside you." My arousal built to a new peak as she rubbed my crotch; my erection indeed feeling like it lay deep within me.
Joan stood and retrieved her makeup kit from the dresser. Sitting next to me on the bed, she went to work on my face. The false lashes and waterproof mascara had survived the shower, so she only needed to touch them up lightly. She added dark eye shadow and heavy eyebrow pencil. "You look like a cheap, five-dollar hooker," she taunted as she coated my lips with shiny, bright red lipstick. "See for yourself," she said, thrusting a hand mirror in front of my face. My reflection in the flickering light was startling. My short male hair contrasted starkly with the arching, thin eyebrows and dramatic deep-set eyes. And my square jaw seemed out of place below my pouting red lips. "Actually, you look more like a cheap drag queen," Joan observed, delighting in my deep blush.
"I mentioned new shoes," Joan said, heading for the closet. She returned carrying a box. "You have a real thing for sexy high heels, don't you. I know that from all the times I've caught you staring at mine. And you certainly enjoyed strutting around in them this weekend." Her deep voice seared into my brain and further ignited the fire in my groin. "Well, this pair of boots should really turn you on," she continued. I was stunned when she pulled them from the box. They had the highest heels that I'd ever seen, at least six inches. The arch of the shoe bent straight down; I gulped as I wondered how I would ever be able to walk in them. "They're called ballet boots," Joan explained as she began to lace them tightly on my feet, "They really give a sexy curve to your legs." As she knotted the laces just below my knees, she observed, "And I don't think you'll be running away from me in these." She was certainly right. The black patent boots were aptly named; my feet were held in an extreme arch so that my toes were pointed straight down to the floor. She had laced them so firmly that it felt like my lower limbs were encased in concrete.
Joan stood and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She locked my eyes in her gaze and said in a low, throaty whisper, "That about completes your attire. I know that you secretly want me to add a wig, more makeup, and clothes to complete your transformation." She was right, of course. Just hearing her say the words caused my groin to twitch. I felt that my entire psyche had been laid bare before her. I knew that she now had me completely vulnerable in a way much more frightening than mere physical bondage. "You're really turned on by your new body," she said, leaning her bare breasts into mine for emphasis. "I knew you'd be. This weekend has just been training to reinforce that. But if I'd wanted a pretty little drag queen, I'd have picked one up. I selected you because I wanted a very masculine man that I could conquer and reduce to the level I wanted. I've taken all your outward traces of masculinity from you. That turns me on. But I want you to be always aware of what I've made you into. You're nothing but a helpless slave; half man, half woman. You exist only for my pleasure. If you're good, you may get pleasure in return; but only when I say and on my terms. Is that understood?"
I sat there, imprisoned as much by her will as by the restrictive clothes and bondage. My mind was numb, my will to resist gone forever. Joan's words echoed through my brain, slowly fading as they melted into my subconscious. It took all the concentration I could muster to nod my head slightly. "Good!" Joan responded, smiling broadly. Without releasing me from her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed me hard. Her strong tongue overcame mine and danced about my mouth. Her lush body pressed against mine. My arousal increased to a crest just short of orgasm. Suddenly, she broke off the embrace and stood before me, her hands on her hips, her hard nipples thrust triumphantly towards my face. I looked up in awe and submission at the tall goddess who controlled me so completely.
"Say good-bye to the last bit of your identity," she ordered as she held a leather bondage helmet in front of me. She pulled it over my head and knelt on the bed behind me to fasten it. She laced the edges together, pulling and smoothing the soft leather until it fit me like a second skin. It covered my skull completely to the bottom of my neck, with only small openings for my eyes and mouth and two holes at my nostrils for breathing. The strong animal smell of the leather permeated my senses. Next, Joan put the wide leather collar around my neck and buckled it. "Look at your new self, slave," she commanded, yanking me to my feet. I teetered tentatively on the extreme heels. I stared at the reflection in the dresser mirror. There looking back at me was what I had become, a pitiful creature; my head covered with leather except for my made-up eyes and full red lips, forced into women's clothes with full breasts hanging next to my muscular biceps, my male genitals locked away, and too helplessly bound to do anything about it.
The sight of my transformation made my head spin. Losing my balance, I took but a few small, uncertain steps in the bizarre boots before falling. By some miracle, I dropped to my knees and was able to stop myself from falling on my face. I knelt there gasping for breath and trying to overcome the shock of what had befallen me. Peals of laughter, distorted by the leather covering my ears, rang through me. Joan walked over to face me. Looking down at me, she snarled, "It's time that my little slave girl learned how to suck cock." She dangled a wide leather strap in front of me. In the center was the end of a large flesh-colored rubber cock. It looked enormous. Holding the back of my head with one hand, she touched it to my lips. With a shove, she jammed it into my mouth and buckled it in the back.I choked slightly, and my eyes bulged. The penis gag filled my mouth completely, almost touching the back of my throat, and stifling all but the smallest of moans. I found that by sucking strongly on it, I could draw in much-needed air through a small hole in its center. Seeing my efforts, Joan taunted me, "That's it, my little whore, suck that big hard cock for all you're worth."
"There's one more thing you need to experience to complete your initiation as a half-woman," she said in almost a whisper. I felt a chill of dread run up my spine. "You need a big hard cock shoved deep inside you." In shock, I tried to sidle away on my knees. She laughed and gave a slight push on my shoulder. I fell forward on my face, and in the unyielding corset and bound as I was, I was unable to right myself. I knelt there with my forehead on the floor and my ass raised. I whimpered softly into the gag at the thought of what was to come.
It seemed like I was there for an eternity. I could sense Joan moving around behind me, but with my ears covered, could not hear a thing. My torso was held rigid by the corset and the collar. I steadied myself as much as possible with my knees; my feet were of no help in the bondage boots. My mind drifted again; I was aware of little but the swaying of my breasts beneath me. Suddenly, I felt Joan's hand on the waistband of my panties. With a jerk that almost threw me on my back, she ripped the cloth from my waist. My head fell forward with a thud onto the carpet; my bare ass exposed in the air. Every muscle in my body tensed involuntarily. "Now relax. I'll try to be gentle with my little virgin," she cooed behind me. I felt her naked breasts against my back. She reached one hand beneath me to rub my crotch while the other cupped my tits. "Such hard nipples and such a sweet cunt you have...," she murmured. The hypnotic chant of her deep voice and the rising fire in my balls sent my mind reeling.
Suddenly, something long and hard plunged deep into my asshole. I screamed into my gag, more from the shock than from pain. It felt like a huge rod was stretching and filling me completely. Joan moved the butt plug around in my ass. As she did, the feeling became highly erotic, and I found myself sucking the penis gag harder, almost contentedly. As the butt plug touched against my prostate, I felt a shock of pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Satisfied that she had found the right spot, Joan ceased her manipulations of the plug inside of me. I gasped and sucked in frustration as she fastened it to the ring attached to the strap from my fake vagina. As extra insurance to prevent me from expelling it, she pulled my knees together and bound them with a leather strap. Then she did the same with my ankles. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright. As I sat back on my heels, I felt the plug press deeper inside of me, giving me another intense jolt of arousal.
While I tried to recover my breath, she walked slowly around my bound form, surveying her accomplishment. When behind me, she reached over my head and silently dropped her leather panties in front of me. Circling to face me, she wordlessly stood there, running her hands over her cunt lips and plunging a finger inside. I watched her actions intently; my groin aching and on fire as never before. I sucked the cock in my mouth, desperately wishing it was her pussy. She caught my eyes with her gaze and again held them. "My poor little slave girl...I bet she's so horny from having a nice hard cock in each end of her that she'd like to fuck me," she teased. Tears running from my eyes, I moaned and pleaded as best I could through the penis gag. "Okay," she relented, "I'll let you have a try." To my surprise, she produced another rubber penis, much like the one I was lovingly sucking on, but twice as long. She attached it to the front of my gag. It protruded obscenely beneath my nose. "Well, let's see you try," she said, walking around me to the bed.
Filled with a passion the heights of which I had never imagined, I squirmed and twisted with all my remaining energy. Given the severe bondage I was in, it was a formidable task. The arm binder and the straps around my knees and ankles made movements virtually impossible. The tight corset, collar, and the bizarre boots forced me into a rigid posture, making it even more difficult. And with each minute motion, the rigid plug in my ass moved slightly, massaging my prostate and increasing my frustrating arousal. By the time I had managed to turn myself towards the bed, I was sweating and sucking madly on the penis gag as I fought for breath. I was given a new burst of energy by the sight of Joan. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her elbows, her firm breasts and hard nipples seeming to point right at me. Her full, moist lips were formed the most lecherous smile as her eyes stared at me. She had her long legs spread wide; even in the flickering candlelight, I could see drops of her sweet dew on the lips of her pussy.
I wiggled frantically towards her and, losing my balance, fell forward at her feet. Groaning in pain and frustration, I stared at the tall heels of her boots just inches from my eyes. I heard her loud laughter echoing over me. Using the false penis protruding from my mouth for leverage, I strained to move upward. "This would-be stud is such a tease...rubbing his cock along my legs. Oh, I'm so excited I could faint," she taunted as I struggled. Finally, I managed to get my knees under me, resting my chin on the edge of the bed. There before me was the pink wetness of her cunt, beckoning me in.
With one last heave of my neck and shoulders, I thrust my head forward and plunged the penis extension into her. Even with my muffled ears, I heard her scream with pleasure. I moved in and out, forced by the unyielding corset and collar to rock my entire body from the waist. Joan twisted and moaned as I worked. My eyes closed as I lost myself in passion, nearly overcome by her warm, musky smell combined with that of the leather. All the sensations merged into one: the helpless restraint of the bondage, the silken feel of my nylons, the jiggling of my breasts. Spurring me on further, she jammed one of her feet between my bound legs and rubbed the instep of her boot up into my crotch. And all the time, I felt and tasted the hard cocks in both my mouth and ass.
Joan's hot thighs clenched my leather-covered ears tightly as she writhed and moaned. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, she jammed me deeper into her middle. She screamed and shuddered as she came repeatedly. "Don't stop, slave," she yelled, massaging my groin more vigorously with her boot. I lost all touch with reality. I'd become a human dildo, thrust in and out...in and out. "Now you get REALLY fucked," she snarled. Suddenly, the plug in my ass started buzzing and vibrating fiercely against my prostate. I bucked and strained at my bonds, lunging forward into her cunt and against her boot pressing at my groin. I was spinning into a whirlpool of pleasure. I was buried in her pussy, tasting her juices as I sucked feverishly at the cock filling my mouth; another hard cock throbbing deep in my ass. My body shook with a fiery eruption. I exploded in ecstasy deep inside; my own come gushing again and again into my own pussy. It felt as if my very soul was draining from within me. My muscles collapsed, and I slumped backwards to the floor, the last threads of consciousness slipping from my grasp.
Part VI
"Time to get up. Come on, we've got to get going," Joan's voice came to me softly. I forced my eyes open, then immediately shut them in the bright light. I reopened them slowly as I gradually became accustomed to the brightness and sat up. I was completely naked and on the bed in the same room. My head felt as if it was full of cotton candy, like a bad hangover but without the pain. I looked at Joan. She was bra-less in a tiny black satin tank top which displayed her cleavage to great advantage. Below, she wore a microscopic pair of silver spandex hot pants. She had on the high wedge sandals which complemented her long tan legs. Looking around the room, I saw no evidence of what had transpired the night before. Other than, that is, my tanned and hairless body and the vivid memories that were engraved on my mind. "You go shower and shave while I pack," she ordered, motioning with her thumb towards the bathroom. "And be quick about it!" I virtually jumped from the bed and headed out the door.
Once in the bathroom, I noted my shaving gear laid out by the sink. Gratefully, I used the toilet. Then, climbing into the shower, I enjoyed the spray of the hot water as I quickly soaped myself. I again marveled at how smooth and soft my skin was. The feel of my hands running over my legs soon caused my cock to stiffen and rise. I was sorely tempted to relieve my arousal but thought better of it. Quickly rinsing myself off, I toweled dry. Looking in the mirror as I prepared to shave, I inspected my changed body for the first time. The white outline of a bra showed clearly on my tanned chest. I wondered frantically how long it would show. My lack of body hair might be explained as due to a rash or something, but until the tan marks faded, I would have to avoid the showers at the athletic club. As I shaved, I fumbled with my long nails to manipulate the razor. I pondered a more serious problem - my eyes. I still wore the mascara and false eyelashes, which could be removed. But my eyebrows were now much thinner and more arched. Maybe, I hoped, an eyebrow pencil could be used to minimize the damage. Brushing my teeth, I realized that the more immediate worry was how I would get home without any male clothes.Finished, I packed up my shave kit and hurried back to the bedroom. Joan was just closing up her suitcase and said, "Get dressed while I prepare some breakfast." As she left the room, I turned to the clothes she left on the bed for me. I started with a now familiar garment --- a black bra. Slipping my arms through the straps, I bent, turned, and twisted for several minutes before I managed to hook the strap across my back. The false breasts had been sewn into the cups of the bra. I briefly fondled the soft forms that again hung on my chest. Next, I donned the pair of matching nylon panties. When I pulled them up to my hips, my genitals bulged prominently in the crotch. It was the first time that I'd felt the soft material directly on my cock and balls, and my erection grew, barely contained by the stretched fabric. The last thing left were the pumps. I slipped these on my feet, fastened the straps, and headed to the kitchen.
Joan was waiting for me at the table. "Hurry up and eat. I want to get going," she said, sipping her coffee. The table was set with croissants and jelly, coffee, and orange juice. "What time is it anyway?" I asked, taking a chair. "You were such a sleepy-head, it's almost three," she replied. I was shocked, almost tempted to ask what day it was. I had no idea that I'd been out so long. I ate quietly, relieved after my previous experiences that the coffee and juice tasted normal. Finally, I summoned the courage to ask, "How am I going to get home without my clothes?" "You could walk, I suppose; but I was planning to give you a ride," she kidded. "Or do you mean that you don't like the pretty things I'm letting you wear? You could go naked if you'd prefer." "Oh, no, no, that's alright..." I said quickly, my voice trailing off. I didn't want to anger her, or she might just make me walk. What I was wearing was better than nothing at all. And, I admitted to myself, I was enjoying the feelings the clothes gave me.
When we had finished breakfast and cleared the table, Joan announced, "Well, it's time to get you ready for the road." I wondered what lay ahead for me. Walking behind me, she remarked, "Oh, you got your strap fastened wrong." She spent several moments working on the back strap of my bra, apparently tightening it some. Then she wrapped a wide leather belt around my bare waist and buckled it in back. "This is so you won't be playing with yourself in the car," she explained. I knew that this meant I would be restrained again. Taking my right wrist, she fastened it to the side of the belt with a wrist cuff that was attached there. She did the same with my left, leaving me unable to move my hands from my hips. As usual, the delightful yet scary feeling of helplessness turned me on, the head of my erect cock poking out of the top of my panties. Seeing this, Joan ran a fingertip over it and laughed, "I have just the thing for this little fellow."
After rummaging in her suitcase for a moment, she produced a small black leather article. She pulled down the front on my panties, tucking the waistband under my balls. My freed cock stood straight out at attention. Joan caressed its length, causing me to moan and tug at my bonds. After she had brought me close to the edge of orgasm, she stopped and began attaching the device. Made of black leather, it consisted of a small, soft pouch with a buckling strap next to my abdomen for my aching balls and a stiff tube for my cock. Joan laced the latter tightly around my erect organ, just short of the point of pain. She ran her soft fingertips over the engorged head of my cock, which was exposed at the end. She toyed with me this way for some time, starting then stopping her fondling. I writhed in frustration, the devious device preventing both orgasm and any subsiding of my erection. When Joan finally tired of teasing me this way, I was sweating and moaning, my hands fluttering helplessly at my sides.
Joan then put the leather collar around my neck and attached a dog leash to the small ring on the front of it. Putting the bondage bag in one of my hands and my overnight case in the other, she picked up her suitcase. "Time to go home," she announced, giving a sharp tug on the leash and pulling me towards the door. We stepped out into the bright sunlight, the bags bouncing off my thighs with each swing of my hips as I teetered on my heels. I felt totally exposed in the open air, clad only in the bra and panties and with my leather-bound erection swaying obscenely in front of me.
Joan took the bags from me and put them in the trunk of the car. Opening the passenger door, she folded the seat forward and, with a tug on the leash, directed me into the small back seat. Bound as I was, it was difficult for me to maneuver into the cramped space. But with some twisting and a few firm shoves from Joan, I eventually fell into place, facing forward on my side in a sort of fetal position. Tucking my feet into the back seat, she strapped my ankles together. Putting the seat back and closing the door, she moved around to the other side of the car. There, she tied the leash from my collar to the window handle, preventing me from raising my head. I was now totally immobilized. "Here we go," she remarked cheerfully as she started the engine and roared off. Wedged in as I was on my side, my erect penis in its leather sheath stuck out between the front bucket seats. Joan delighted in teasing and fondling me periodically on the way back. Unable to move, I could only shiver and moan in frustration.
After an otherwise uneventful drive, the car finally came to a stop. "We're home," Joan announced. She got out, and I heard her getting the bags from the trunk. Opening the passenger door, she unstrapped my ankles. She then leaned across me and removed the collar from my neck, rubbing her breasts into my face as she did. Next, she released my cock and balls from the leather harness and tucked what she could of them into the small panties. Then she took off the belt and cuffs, freeing my hands. Tossing my car keys and wallet at me, she announced, "You can go now. I'll call you when I want you to serve me next." I sat up as best I could in the tiny seat and looked around cautiously. We were parked across from her house, and though it was early evening, there was still plenty of daylight. I knew there was no point in arguing or pleading. I mentally checked the distance across the street to my parked car.
"Well, get going!" she ordered. I checked up and down the street once more. Fortunately, there was no one in sight. I wiggled feet first out of the back seat and hit the ground running. I took but two steps before tripping over my overnight bag and sprawling spreadeagled on the lawn. Joan's roaring laughter burned in my ears as I stumbled to my feet, grabbed the bags, and clicked across the street in my high heels. For what seemed like an eternity, I fumbled with the keys while Joan honked her horn and gave a loud wolf whistle. Finally, I opened my car and scrambled inside. I started the engine and screeched away.
My heart pounding, I frantically tried to think of the most deserted route to my apartment. Fortunately, I'd left my sunglasses on the dashboard, and I slipped them on in hopes they'd conceal my made-up eyes and thin eyebrows. At the first deserted stop sign, I took off the shoes and tried to remove my bra. As much as I struggled with it, I was unable to unhook the strap. Joan must have pinned or fastened it somehow when she was adjusting it earlier. I slipped the straps off my shoulders so at least they wouldn't show.
Driving by a park, I had a sudden idea. I turned into the service road of the park and drove behind the maintenance building. I felt that no one would be around on a Sunday. After checking that the coast was clear, I jumped out and opened the trunk. There, to my relief, was an old blanket that was left from an earlier picnic. Wrapping it around me, I climbed behind the wheel and again headed towards home. I drove along feeling much better about my situation. But my self-confidence was soon shattered. As I was stopped at the next traffic light, I noticed that the man in the car alongside mine was staring at me and shaking his head. To my horror, I realized that he was looking at my long, polished fingernails. Blushing deeply, I moved my hands to the bottom of the wheel and continued on.
Finally arriving at my apartment building, I drove right to the underground garage. I parked in my usual slot and, wrapping the blanket firmly around me, headed to the elevator. It was difficult to see in the dim light, but I didn't dare remove the sunglasses. Luckily, the elevator was empty, and I started down the home stretch to safety. When the doors opened on my floor, there was Mrs. Hansen, my elderly neighbor, waiting to get on. "Sure is a pretty day to be by the pool," she said cheerfully, seeing me wrapped in the blanket. "Uh...yeah; it sure is," I responded, moving quickly past her to my apartment down the hall. At my door, my long nails again caused me to fumble with my keys. They slipped from my hand to the floor. Hearing voices coming down the hall, I quickly took off my sunglasses and bent down to retrieve them. As I stood, the blanket slid from my shoulders. In a panic, I finally managed to find the keyhole just before the voices turned the corner. Pushing open the door, I dashed inside, leaving the blanket behind me. Slamming the door, I leaned against it, shaking and gasping for breath.
Regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the hall mirror. There I stood, doe-eyed, with my large tits heaving on my chest. My eyes traveled down my hairless belly to the hard cock peeking out of the top of my panties.Massaging a breast with one hand, I slid the other down and caressed my balls with my long nails. Stroking the shaft, I felt it grow larger and harder. Throwing my head back, I thought of what had transpired and imagined what was to come as my hot semen gushed at my feet. | null | Part I | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/tv_weekend.txt |
1,954 | unknown | Jamie | "James, stay out of my room or you'll be sorry!" Julia retorted. I looked at my older sister and hung my head. I had been caught again in her room, looking in her dresser drawer. I was 9 years old and had become very curious about girls. They had started becoming a subject of my interest about six months ago, and my two sisters were a handy way to study the new subject of my interest. "James - are you listening to me? I don't like it when I find you doing these things. I don't go through your room, and I want you to stay out of mine!" Julia really looked angry. "OK, OK sis, I got your message. I wasn't hurting anything. I was just looking!" I finally replied, not looking at her. I turned and ran from her room down the hall and into my own room.
This room was a study in contrasts. Where Julia's room was decorated in ruffles and lace, mine was a MAN'S room. When Dad died last year, Mom had let me redecorate my room as a way of coping with his loss. I sat in the overstuffed wingback chair and started plotting a way to get even with Julia for yelling at me. It wasn't fair, I decided. Here I was the only boy in a house with three girls; Mom, Julia, and Susan. My interest in girls had just started, and my sisters were a good way of studying what I had been told in school by the other boys about girls. She didn't have cause to yell at me like that, she was just a woman, and I was a man. Well, almost. I went over to my bed and plopped down, and started really thinking. Maybe I had just better leave her alone for a while. Even though she was a good specimen, Julia was sixteen, and very pretty for a girl I guess, she always had boys looking at her when we went out to the mall. Well, maybe I can study Susan for a change while Julia cools off. She wasn't as interesting, she was only three, and hadn't developed any female traits yet. In fact, I decided, her body (at least with clothes on) looked a lot like a smaller version of mine. Oh well, I guess she would have to do, Julia was really mad, and looking at Mom's things were out of the question. Mom would probably rip my head off if she caught me in her room. Susan, I guess it's you.
I got out of bed, opened the door to my room, and walked down to Susan's room. I opened her door and looked in. "Good, she's not here." I went in and closed the door behind me, not noticing that Julia had come out of her room just in time to see me go into Susan's. I went over to my sister's closet and slid the door back. Inside were a few dresses, blouses, and skirts. Hey! Not bad, I thought to myself as I started looking through her stuff. I imagined what she must feel like wearing those things. Always having to be careful about running, or sitting. More proof that boys were the superior sex. We didn't have to worry about showing the whole world our underwear when we sat down! I closed her closet and went to her dresser. Opening the top drawer, I looked inside. Interesting. Julia's panties were nylon, these were cotton with little bears and bows printed on them. Hey! They even had lace trim! Carefully I started taking them out of the drawer and examining them one by one. They were in assorted colors, all of them had those designs on them - NO THEY DIDN'T. Down in the bottom of the drawer I found some nylon panties. These were all pink. When I pulled one of them out and held them up I could see that they also had the day of the week embroidered in a light blue on the right lower side of the just above the lacy leg opening. This pair said 'Saturday' - that was tomorrow. I wondered how often Susan wore these. I folded the panties and put them all back so no one would notice that anyone had been into them. I then looked at the other side of the drawer. Here was something Julia didn't have. These looked something like my tee shirts, only with lace. I wondered why Julia didn't wear them. I opened the next drawer, it was full of jeans and pullover tops. I shut that drawer thinking, "Nah, I get to see those things on her around the house all the time." I opened the third drawer looked in and saw it was full of slips. Just as I started to reach in, I thought I heard someone coming up the stairs. I shut the drawer, ran to the door and looked out. The way was clear, I made a break for my room. I ran in, and shut the door thinking, "That was close, but they didn't catch me."
I opened my eyes, and there sitting on my bed was Mom. She looked very serious, and I wondered what she was going to yell at me about this time. "James, we need to talk. Sit down." I went over to my chair, sat down, and said, "I didn't do nothing, Mom." She just sat there looking at me. Finally she said in a low voice, "Are you telling me that Julia didn't catch you going through her room and you weren't just now in Susan's room going through her things." Caught! "Mom, I was just curious. Seeing as how in not too long I am going to have to take care of all of you women, I should know more about you," I said. Mom looking puzzled said "Just what do you mean by that, young man?" I answered, "Well all the guys at school say that women are weak and have to have a man to take care of them. I guess now that Dad's gone it's my time to take care of all of you." Mom just smiled and said, "Son, there are some things about your father you didn't know. One of which is that he had come to realize that women are in fact superior to the male of the species." She stood, and said "Come with me." I followed her out of my room and down the hall to her room. Mom walked over to a dresser in the corner and opened the top drawer, "This was your father's dresser, son, I want you to see what he wore every day of his life after marrying me." With that statement she started pulling clothing out of the drawer and placing the items on the bed. "Son, not only did your father believe, as I do, that females are superior. But with my permission and encouragement, he tried to become more like us. Your older sister knew about all of this, and your father and I were going to tell you, but we never seemed to get around to it." She turned to the bed and held up an item, "These are his panties. They are just like what I wear." She picked up another item, "Your father wore bras 24 hours a day, seven days a week, he also wore gartered hose and a girdle every day, during the hours he was awake. He kept his body hairless, and would submit to any female's wishes." I was totally confused by this point and asked Mom, "You made Dad dress like a girl?" Mom smiled again and said, "I had to at first, but by the time we had married he had come to believe as I do. I want you to understand that I loved him, and I love you. That's why I attempted to help him become a better person, as I shall with you."
The door to the room opened and Julia came in carrying a bag. Mom went to her and asked "Hon, did you get every thing I asked for?" Susan nodded and sat the bag on the bed. "Mom, I don't want to be a girl!" I cried, suddenly afraid. Susan turned to me, "Don't be such a baby, I have been a girl all of my life and I like it. I think it will be really neat to have another sister." Mom looked at me and said in a stern voice, "Now take those clothes off." I started to run for the bedroom door, but Julia grabbed me and held me while Mom stripped me of my male clothing. I was so embarrassed, I was naked in front of my mother and my sister! "Don't be such a Ninny, your sister has supervised your father dressing and bathing many times from the time she was 7 on. You haven't got anything to hide from her," my mother admonished.Mom handed me a pair of pink cotton panties with little blue bows printed on them, and blue lace around the legs. "Put these on." I hastily complied, thinking that even though these were girl's clothes, at least it was better than being naked in front of them. My sister then helped me to put on a pair of pink tights and a pink vest with a blue ribbon around the neckline. My mother handed me my jeans and my sweatshirt. "You can wear your regular outer clothes until school is out for the summer," she stated.
I grabbed them and put them on, then ran from the room and into my own. I felt so funny wearing this underwear. I went to my dresser to get some of MY underwear, but when I opened the drawer I found that Julia had already been here. My male underwear was gone, and had been replaced by undies just like I was wearing. I had no choice but to continue wearing what I had on, or go without. I had just decided to go without when my little sister came running into my room. She ran over to me and said in an excited voice, "Mommie just told me that you aren't going to be a boy anymore. She says you have new underwear just like mine! Can I see?" She was jumping up and down by this time, she was so excited. "Oh man, she will tell everyone if I'm not careful," I thought. I knelt down and told her, "Susan, I'll let you see them, but you have to promise that this is a secret for you, me, Mommie, and Julia. OK?" She seemed to calm a bit, and said "A secret? OK." I pulled up my sweatshirt so that she could see my vest. Susan said, "It's just like mine!" and ran from my room. I was crying in frustration by this time. Might as well leave this stuff on, it seemed as if the whole family was going to be checking on me anyhow. I got up, put my shoes on and went downstairs to watch TV until dinner.
Chapter 2
I went downstairs and into the living room, turned the TV on and sat down before it. Susan, my little sister came in right behind me and said, "Jamie, change channels - I want to watch Romper Room." I replied, "Get lost, this cowboy show is going to be good!" My mother stepped into the living room at that moment, "James, you don't understand, do you? From now on any request from a real female is to be complied with immediately! Now unless you want me to spank you, do as your sister says." I turned to Mom, and said, "But Mom, I was here first." At that Mom strode over to me, "OK, that's enough. Stand up and pull your jeans, tights, and panties down." Flabbergasted, I just stared at her. Mom called out, "Julia! I need your help!" My older sister came in, grabbed me, sat down on the couch, and pulled me over her legs face down. Mom undid my jeans and pulled everything down, baring my butt. Mom then grabbed my legs, and said to Julia "Spank him!" At that Julia started spanking me until I was crying and promising to behave. Julia then stopped, and she and Mom let me up. I started to bend down to pull everything up, and Mom said, "No, leave them down. Go change stations, kiss your little sister, and tell her that you are sorry. Then go stand in that corner until supper is ready." I did as she told me and everything seemed to go OK until I got over to Susan. I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, when she spotted my penis. She cried out, "Mommie, something's growing on Jamie!" Julia answered her, "Oh, don't worry about that. It's left over from when he was still a boy. You can touch it - it won't hurt you." Susan continued to stare at it, and reached out and grabbed it. I just stood there feeling that I was going to die in embarrassment. She finally let go of me and allowed me to kiss her on the cheek. I stammered out, "Susan, I'm sorry I didn't do what you said." I felt ridiculous saying this to a 3 year old. Looking very serious, Susan replied, "That's OK, Jamie. Mommie told me to tell her if you don't do ANYTHING I say. I like you being a girl."At twelve, we had our good doctor friend remove her testicles and give her breast implants. They only had 50 CC of saline in them back then. We also fitted her for her first corset at that time. We kept her in the little girl stage until last year. That was when we started enlarging her breasts 200 CC a month until they reached the size they are now. We also stopped using the crib at that time and gave her a first little girl's canopy bed. I don't think I am going to potty train her. I think that's better left for her future wife to decide if she wants her potty trained or not. Although I think she will be a much better mate if she remains untrained throughout her life.
She's 15 now, and I expect that I will have her Lady's Maid and Companion training to the point where we can sell her in the next year or two to a very good woman as a mate and lady's companion. "This one's going to bring a very high price if she's trained well, she's already showing signs that she's going to be a great beauty," said Sharon as she patted me on the head.
Julia and Denise came back in, and Julia announced, "We have everything set up. Susan's diapered and in bed, but I told her she could stay awake until we brought Jamie up to bed. Come on, Jamie." I crawled over to Julia and Denise and followed behind them upstairs and into Susan's bedroom. There, set against the wall beside Susan's bed, was a large steel crib. They helped me into it and lowered the steel barred top over it, padlocking it shut. Susan looked over at me and said, "I like having you as a girl!" With that, Julia and Denise left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. I lay there in the crib, thinking about the day and crying. I could see Susan in her bed by the nightlight. Some time much, much later, I went to sleep as well. | null | 1 | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/jamie.txt |
1,963 | Unknown | The Island of Fetish Slaves | "Well Tanya, what have you to report?" Mistress Vera asked her lovely assistant. "I have definitely located the first person you asked for, and I have a candidate for #2 but I'm not sure yet," Tanya replied. "Splendid, my friend, tell me about #1." "He's a very small-boned person. In his late 20s. His name is Martin. And I believe he's an insurance adjuster for a local company. Our detective in New York has followed him on several occasions to department stores and seen him fingering the clothes in the little girl departments. Last week, we entered his apartment while he was at work and found all the appropriate things. There's no doubt, he's a little sissy who likes to dress up in little girl things."
"Lovely, Tanya, great research...OK, go ahead and do it." "Shall I use the standard method to kidnap him?" "Yes, by all means. The fake 'my car broke down, may I use your phone' routine never fails to work. Men are always suckers for the wide-eyed girl in trouble routine. Use the ether, and then the needle once he's out. Have the detective help you get him on the plane, you know how to do the rest...."
Martin's eyes blinked open, and he groggily looked around, completely disoriented. He looked around the huge living room, the ultra-modern furniture, bare hardwood floors, and fancy throw rugs. Then his eye caught Tanya and Vera sitting on the couch across from him. "You," he said, pointing at Tanya, "you asked to use the phone and then you attacked me. What the hell happened? Where are we? Who are you?"
"Please calm down, Martin," Mistress Vera spoke. "I will explain everything. Would you like a drink?" "Tanya, please be so kind as to get Martin a drink." "Yes, a scotch and water, please." Tanya bought Martin his drink and then settled back down on the sofa next to Vera.
"Martin, please do forgive the harsh methods we employed, but we're dealing with a very touchy subject here, and we've found from past experiences that (A) everyone denies their fetish when asked, and (B) they never seem to really believe who I am or that I really do have the money and resources I claim to have. So we have found that action speaks louder than words. First, to set one thing straight, please get up and look out the picture window."
Martin rose and stepped up to the picture window. Outside were vast grounds, well-tended with several smaller houses, a marina, and obviously a perfect view of the ocean. "Where the hell am I?"
"Well, I can tell you two things: you're certainly not in New York anymore, in fact, you're not even in the United States anymore. You're on a private island in the Pacific. You were brought here by private plane and then to the island by private boat. I think you will agree by looking around that I am quite wealthy."
"OK, so I agree, you're very wealthy, but what does that have to do with me and why you kidnapped me?" "Ah yes, that brings us to the main issue," Vera said. "We've kidnapped you because you like little girls' clothes." "That's a lie," Martin said, "Who told you that?"
"Martin, please, do you think I wasted my money and time to bring you 5,000 miles to have you deny it? We know you like little girls' things. We've followed you, we've been in your apartment, we know, Martin, beyond any shadow of doubt."
"OK, I see, alright, I admit it. Are you going to blackmail me? That's silly, I don't have any money, and you obviously have enough already."
"No, we have no interest in blackmailing you. In fact, we're here to make your dream come true, but you get only one chance. If you don't take it, Tanya here will drug you again, you'll be put on the boat, and when you wake up, you'll be back in your apartment in New York. Alone, and you'll find $1,000 for your trouble over the last three days."
"Remember, only one chance...Would you like to live here as a little girl?"There appeared to be no doubt they were dead serious. Martin's mind raged with a hundred different options, but the truth was, he was dying to take their offer. "But my job," he said. "Who cares, do you really care?" Tanya asked. "No, I guess not," Martin replied. "Do you think you could picture me as your mother? Do you find me attractive?" "Well, to be honest, yes I do find you very attractive." "Then stay with us, Martin, we can make you happy, we will never really hurt you, and you can live your fantasy. A lovely little rich girl, but you must always follow my instructions and you must stay forever."
"Well, I'd like..." "Well, nothing, Martin, yes or no, decide now!" Martin hung his head... "Yes." "We have your solemn promise to stay and follow instructions?" "YES," Martin replied. "Splendid, Tanya, tell Doris and Susie in the salon their first customer is on the way. I want you to supervise everything personally. Tonight my little Mary Ann comes alive!"
Tanya led Martin down a long hall to another wing of the house. "Just let us do everything," Tanya said, "and tonight will give you pleasure beyond anything you've experienced." She entered a feminine little girl's room, and told Martin to take off all his clothes. Everything! "This will be your room from now on," Tanya said. Martin looked around the feminine little girl's bedroom, all in pink, with a canopied bed, white furniture, deep carpeting, the mirrored vanity. God, it's gorgeous, he thought to himself, it's a little girl's dream. "You like it, don't you?" Tanya asked. Martin shuddered and sputtered. "That's OK, you don't have to answer."
Martin undressed and was handed a robe to put on, while it was slightly feminine, somehow he had expected more. It was obviously a girl's, but rather plain. When Tanya saw his look of consternation, she said, "Don't worry, it's only temporary while you're in the Salon."
Back out in the corridor, Martin was led further down the hall to the Salon. Inside was a typical beauty parlor. Doris greeted them at the door. She was a perky girl, perhaps about 25 years old, blonde hair up in a ponytail, minimal makeup. Susie, the other girl, was about the same age, with slightly shorter jet black hair, both were dressed in jeans and loose-fitting tops, with pink sneakers. "I'm going to leave you now, but I'll be back later," Tanya said. "The girls will answer any questions you have while they work."
After Tanya left, the girls helped him into a bath area where he was told to get into a sweet-smelling bubble bath. He was a little shy and hesitant about taking off his robe and stepping into the bath. Susie said, "Look, honey, you're going to have to stop acting like this. There's nothing to hide anymore. No one is going to criticize you, or make fun of you, or call you names. Everyone here is here because they love this kind of thing. Just relax and enjoy it. Don't you have any questions?"
"Well, yes," Martin said. "I was kind of expecting something different. I, well, expected you girls to be dressed a little more exotically, or something." "Oh, I see," said Doris, "you've been reading too many of those TV magazines of yours, honey, this is real life. Nobody can actually work well like that. Susie and I are working now. Did you expect me to come mincing out in some tight mini-skirt, with huge dangling earrings, or something?" "Well, yes, I guess," Martin replied. "Be serious, sweetheart, how could I possibly give you a bath like that? Oh, it's not that we don't like those things. Susie and I both adore them, as I'm sure you'll get to see later on, but that's then and this is now." She continued to sponge Martin's back with the sweet-smelling bubble bath.
After the bath, Martin was led back into the salon proper and seated in the chair. Susie shampooed and rinsed his hair, while Doris painted his toenails a delicate shade of pink. Both girls chattered on gaily about Mistress Vera and how she got all her money. All the rules of the house, where everything was located, and a million other minor details. Martin was so intent on listening to them he finally did relax. So much so, that he practically forgot what they were doing. However, that ended quite abruptly as Susie said, "all done," and spun his chair around to face the mirror. Staring back was a girl (at least to his eyes) with her hair all set in pink plastic curlers, and little pink picks to hold them in place. All at once, he was embarrassed, exciting & humiliated. Even more so when he realized it was now blonde, instead of his usual brown.
His cock started to grow inside his robe with excitement. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Doris. "Oh, look, Susie, now we're finally getting somewhere." She reached out and casually stroked his growing bulge under his robe. "Just like the first time you came in here," Doris said. Both girls laughed, and it finally dawned on Martin that Susie wasn't really a girl. He looked back and forth between the two girls, and they laughed even harder. Merry laughter, not cynical laughter, Martin couldn't help laughing himself now. Doris gently stroked his cock and with the other hand patted his curled head. "This more like what you had in mind, little Mary Ann!"
The girls led him over to the hair dryer where he sat for the next hour. Susie gave him a catalog, filled to the brim with little girls' fashions. "If you see something you like, hon, just circle it, and Mistress will probably order it for you, if she approves.
After his hair was dry, the girls went on with his makeup. Light foundation and pressed powder. They plucked his eyebrows until he had thin, graceful feminine arches. A very light brown eyebrow pencil. Susie then added a pale light blue eyeshadow, for a hint of color, and just a wee touch of silvery white under his shaped eyebrows to enhance them just a touch. Next came the false eyelashes. Long, but delicate, befitting a little girl, and a small touch of mascara to blend them into his own eyelashes. She then did his cheeks, a nice rosy pink color to highlight his blonde curls. A sweet little light pink lipstick followed by just a touch of lip gloss.
Again, the girls spun the chair around for him to view his newly created image. A shiver passed through Martin's body as he viewed his new delicate features. The sight of his beautiful face and his hair still in pink curlers was so exciting his hands were actually shaking. "OK, OK, enough already," Doris said, spinning the chair around again. "One last thing to do, then we'll call Tanya and tell her her little girl is ready for dressing."
She took the curlers out of his hair and started to comb out his new hairdo. When she was done, she spun the chair around once more for Martin to see. Now he truly looked like a little girl. The girls had styled a beautiful blonde pageboy hairdo that curled under on the sides and had sweeping bangs across his forehead. Susie took a length of pink ribbon and slipped it under his hairdo at the back of his neck, and then tied it just above his bangs into a little pink bow. "All done, little Miss Mary Ann," Doris said.
Tanya was called and picked him up at the Salon, where he was led back to his room. Once there, Tanya wasted no time in starting on his clothes. "Dinner is in one hour, Mary Ann, and Mommy wouldn't want you to be late."
First, she handed him a pair of pink ruffled panties, with ruffles all across the seat, and white lace all across the front. This was followed by a pink lace bra, delicate and small. She ordered him to hold out his arms in front of him. She slipped the straps up his arms and onto his chest, then went around back to fasten it. A little adjustment to the straps here and there, and it was on to the next item. A lovely pair of pink satin bloomers with little bands of ruffles and lace at each of the legs, and a little drawstring, which Tanya pulled closed and tied in little bows. She ordered him to sit on the bed, and pink knee socks were drawn up his now smooth legs. The socks had little white lacy ruffles at the top. She produced a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes and securely buckled them onto his feet.
"All right, stand up, little lady." While Martin stood, she went to the closet and produced the dress, a lovely feminine creation designed to delight the heart of any young girl. All pale pink satin with white lace trim across the bodice and around the short sleeves, with big puffy shoulders. The dress was extremely short, just barely covering his hips and thighs. "OK, now just stand still," Tanya ordered. She walked over to the closet and was rooting around in there. Martin looked at himself in the full-length mirror, and he was totally in love with the little girl who looked back at him. He turned one way and then the other, examining his image. Everything looked perfect except...except the dress, it fit right on top, but the bottom just seemed to hang there limply, and there also seemed to be too much material, compared to the rest of the dress.
"Admiring yourself are we, young lady!" Tanya surprised him; he hadn't realized how long he'd been staring in the mirror. "Oh, yes, I was just looking...to see how I looked." "Well, you're missing the main ingredient, sweetheart. Something no discriminating little girl should be without." Martin turned around to look at her, and she was right. In her hands were the most extensive set of petticoats he had ever seen. Nothing like the ones he used to finger in the little girls' department of the department stores. These were huge.
"OK, hold your skirts up all the way," Tanya ordered. Martin raised them up. "All the way, Mary Ann, further, above your waist. Now lift your foot. Now the another one.Tanya slid the petticoats up Martin's legs all the way to the waist. "Alright, drop your dress." She tugged on the dress and adjusted everything here and there until she was satisfied. Martin was now enclosed in yards and yards of divine white petticoats. His dress now stood straight out for 2 feet in all directions. When he looked in the mirror again, he saw that the bottom of his bloomers showed if he made the slightest movement.
She put little pink short gloves on his hands, with delicate white lace trim at the wrist. She placed a pink beaded bracelet on his left wrist, and a little gold charm bracelet on his right. She added little pink earrings in the shape of a heart to each of his ears, and a matching little pink beaded necklace to match the one on his left wrist. She handed him a dainty pink patent leather little girl's purse, and showed him how to hold it over his arm.
She gave him detailed instructions on how to conduct himself at dinner, and what instructions he should follow, and what to expect from Mother this evening. "Won't you be there Tanya?" Martin inquired. "No, sweetheart, Doris and I have other plans, you and Mother will be dining alone."
Mary Ann was in the dining room when his new "Mother" entered. She swept in on a wave of black loveliness, trailing a cloud of intoxicating perfume. When Martin had first seen her, she was obviously very beautiful, but she had looked a little older than he would have preferred. Now, however, she was the sum total of all the femininity in the world. A gorgeous black cocktail dress, white pearls, shoulder-length black evening gloves, and a black sequined evening purse clutched in her gloved hand. Her hair was up and pinned in a French twist in the back, and breathtaking diamond and pearl dangling earrings hung from her ears. Black patent leather 5-inch spike heels on her feet, with little black bows adorning each instep.
"Oh, Mary Ann, my little angel, you look so adorable," she clutched him to her ample bosom, and he was enveloped in her perfume. He was so excited that his cock didn't start to grow in his pink ruffled panties, it started to twitch, almost as if he was instantly going to come. He looked up into her eyes; she was gorgeous, she made Joan Collins look like Little Orphan Annie. "Oh, Mommy, you're so beautiful," he managed to stammer out. "Do you like it, Darling?" She did a sexy little twirl. "I thought you'd like to see Mother in this lovely little creation, but enough, darling, let's eat, I'm starved."
A maid served them dinner while the new mother and daughter chatted. Not a French maid, just a regular real-life maid. Doris had told him that there were several regular servants around the house that had nothing whatsoever to do with Mistress Vera's little sexual fantasy land. He found it extremely difficult to concentrate throughout dinner. When the food was served, it looked so delicious he hadn't realized how hungry he really was. While both ate heartily, Vera cautioned him, "Darling, don't get too carried away, or Mommy will have to put you on a diet, to fit into those lovely new corsets we're going to start training you in tomorrow."
Dinner wasn't over a minute too soon for Martin, and while the maid cleared the dishes, Mother was drinking a Brandy. "Darling, why don't you go into the living room and relax, while Mother fixes her makeup." Martin spent the free time in the living room examining his costume in the living room mirror. He was so excited he felt as if his cock would explode if he didn't get release soon. He then sat on the couch to await Mother's return.
Vera re-entered and sat on the couch next to Martin. "Oh, honey, you looked so lovely today, you've made Mother so very happy." She ran her hands gently over his dress and across his shoulders. "Do you like Mommy?" "Oh yes, Mother, you're so beautiful." Vera slid the zipper on her dress down, and to Martin's surprise, peeled down the top, revealing her 40D breasts, encased in a lovely black lace bra. She unfastened it and let it drop, exposing her breasts in all their majesty. "Does Mother have nice breasts, Mary Ann?" Martin was so excited that words wouldn't even come out of his mouth. "Touch them, darling, caress them, Mother likes that. Here, sweetie, let me help you take off your little gloves."
She removed his gloves, and placed his hands on her breasts. Mary Ann did as requested and gently caressed Mother's breasts. A little moan escaped her lips, while he continued his massage. "Oh, baby, your pink nails look so nice caressing Mommy's tits, look at them, darling." Mary Ann did. She watched her own feminine little fingers now caressing Mother's tits, her little pink nails trailing across Mother's nipples.
That was it, he couldn't stand it anymore. Inside his pink panties, his cock exploded with an earth-shattering orgasm. He stiffened and twitched like a limp doll. He looked up at Mother with an ashamed expression on his face. "That's all right, Mary Ann, Mother understands, I know you were very excited. Go to the bathroom, and clean up, and come back when you're done."
Mary Ann quickly ran to her room, pulling off her bloomers and panties. She went in the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and searched the dresser for a new pair to put on. When she returned, she was surprised to see Mother sitting just where she had left her. "Now where were we," Mother said.
They went through the same routine again, except this time Mary Ann was a little more in control. Vera peeled off her dress the rest of the way and dropped it on the floor. She placed Mary Ann's hand on her black satin panties. "Doesn't that feel nice, Mary Ann?" "Oh yes, Mother," Mary Ann replied while caressing her panties. "Would you like to kiss them, darling?" "Yes, Mother."
Mary Ann got on her knees in front of Vera, while Vera spread her legs. Mary Ann placed her lips on Mommy's panties, leaving a faint trace of pink lipstick on the black satin. "Pull them down, darling, show Mother how much you love her."
Mary Ann needed no further invitation. She pulled them down and caressed Mother's cunt with her little pink tongue. Vera was moaning and groaning now, her head thrown back. She grasped Mary Ann's head and urged her deeper. "Yes, Darling, yes, lick Mommy's pussy, oh yes, my little angel." She shuddered and collapsed much the way Mary Ann had done. Her body twitching until it finally was still.
After regaining her composure, she put her arm around Mary Ann and kissed her. "Oh, my lovely little daughter, you've been so good for Mother. Help Mommy take off her evening gloves, sweetheart." Mary Ann helped Mother peel off the lovely black gloves, revealing long, wicked-looking dark red nails. "Stand up, darling." Those long red nails disappeared up underneath Mary Ann's dress, and in a flash, her panties were down, and her cock was free. She sat back down on the couch while Mother continued to caress her cock.
Petticoats hiked up, panties pulled down, Mary Ann was in ecstasy as Vera masturbated her. Her long red nails flashing up and down. "Now are you happy to stay with us, Mary Ann? Aren't you glad to be Mother's little girl? Don't you want Mother to show you how to dress very pretty? Isn't Everything Mother said coming true? Do you love Mommy? Would you like to kiss Mommy's big beautiful breasts?"
Mary Ann was overcome with passion for the second time within an hour. Her cum coating Vera's hand. "Well, now, wasn't that fun, darling?" Vera asked.
Every evening, for the next several weeks, Mary Ann was dressed, and more or less the same routine took place. Vera and Tanya were discussing it on the couch one evening after Mary Ann had gone up to her room to watch TV.
"God, Tanya, it's so much fun. She looks so cute all dressed up in those little party dresses, and little blonde curls, and she's so easy to please. Just let her caress my body, lick my pussy, suck my tits, and all I have to do is masturbate her to get her off. However, it is getting a little repetitious, it's time to move forward to the next step, is #2 ready?"
"Yes, Vera, I have #2 all selected. A computer programmer who goes to a prostitute about once every two months. She dresses him as a maid and then spanks him. From what the detective tells me, it's really a pretty shoddy operation. The prostitute's not all that pretty, and the maid outfit is really second-rate. We've been in his apartment and found the usual TV magazines, bondage magazines, and dominant women magazines. He's single, and about 30 years old, I'm sure he'll go for it." "Fine, let's do it," Vera replied. "Isn't retirement great!"
Chapter Two (The French Maid)
There's really no sense denying it, Andrew, we've already talked to the prostitute that dresses you. There's no catch, no trick, no blackmail. We're simply offering you a chance to really do your fantasy properly. Andrew had no doubt that the two women were telling the truth, he still felt a little uncomfortable discussing it in such a frank and open manner.
"Alright, I'll do it," Andrew replied. "Fine, darling, I guarantee you it will be more fun than you've ever had with that prostitute," Vera said.
Tanya led Andrew upstairs to one of the bedrooms and told him to get undressed and take a bath, meanwhile she would get the things he'd be needing together. Just as Andrew re-emerged from the tub, Tanya was gathering up the last of the clothes she had picked out. "You're going to love this outfit, honey!" She wrapped the black waist nipper around his waist and started to lace it closed. She yanked and shoved, and pulled until she had the laces meeting in the back, and then tied it off. She had managed to reduce Andrew's waist to 22".She added a strapless black lace bra to his chest and clasped it closed in the back. Next, she ordered him to sit on the bed and extend his legs. She slid the long sheer seamed black nylons up his legs and gartered them to the waist nipper. The stockings felt divine, sheerer and finer than anything he had previously worn. He reached out to caress his leg, but Tanya slapped his hand. "Naughty, little bitch, you'll have plenty of pleasure later, but let me finish first." Next, she produced the frilliest set of petticoats he had ever seen; there seemed to be dozens of layers. He stepped into them, and she pulled them up around his waist. They flared out immensely and were so short they barely covered his hips. His penis rubbing against the taffeta petticoats gave him a hard-on instantly. It was then he realized she hadn't put any panties on him, and that's why the petticoats were rubbing up against his cock.
"Aren't you going to give me any panties?" Andrew asked. "Panties? No, my naughty little slut, you want to be freely displayed at all times, sweetie, so we can do whatever we like unobstructed. Now go sit at the vanity, and we'll do your makeup."
Andrew seated himself on the red velvet bench at the vanity. The petticoats spread around him naturally without having to hold them out because they were so short. His bare ass on the velvet seat felt so enticing, and his cock dangling free under his petticoats was also rubbing against the red velvet seat.
Tanya went to work on his face, first with a liquid foundation and then a powder puff. She plucked his eyebrows until he had a nice, gracefully feminine arch. She accented this with a black eyebrow pencil, and then she opened a case with long, luxurious ladies' false eyelashes in it. She deftly glued the long, thick lashes to his eyelids and blended them to his own with mascara. They were so long and thick he could feel them brush his face when he blinked his eyes. It was a feeling that was indescribable to anyone who had never actually worn false eyelashes. A feeling of intense femininity. She shadowed his eyes with a smoky green eye shadow, and then outlined his eyes with a liner pencil, and then added a rose-colored blush to his cheeks, accenting his cheekbones. Last but not least, she went to work on his lips. First, she outlined them with a very, very dark carmine lip liner pencil and then she filled the lips in with a dark red lipstick, the result was a lavish pair of feminine lips. Tanya surveyed her handiwork and said, "A luscious pair of lips like that, sweetie, has only one use: sucking cock!" Her words instantly bought the image of those lips wrapped around a cock, and his own cock immediately was hard again. He longed to rub his penis through the petticoats, and when Tanya went to get the wig, he saw his opportunity. Pressing the petticoats up against his cock, a small shiver escaped his body, but all no quite Tanya was back with the wig.
She fitted it over his head and brushed out the ends. It was a black, glossy pageboy, relatively simple, with bangs across the front and it curled under on each side. It was much smaller and simpler than the teased-up hairdo he wore when he visited his prostitute, but he realized this one was more in line with a French maid's real hairdo. Tanya added big, heavy gold hoop earrings to his ears and a gold bracelet to his arm. She placed a collar around his neck that looked very bizarre. It was 4" wide and appeared to be black satin, with white lace around the top edge and the bottom edge. However, once Tanya placed it around his neck and locked it on, he realized it must have had boning in it similar to the corset because his neck was immobilized. He could barely look down a couple of inches. The collar held his neck erect so that he had to look straight ahead.
She placed a lacy white maid's cap on top of his black hair and ordered him to place his hands on the vanity. She proceeded to glue on long fake nails, about one and a half inches long. Then she added dark red nail polish to match his lips. "Almost ready for your debut, honey, just a few more things," she said.
She knelt in front of him and slid the wickedest pair of high heels he had ever seen onto his feet. They were black patent leather with severely pointed toes and 6" heels; they had little ankle straps which Tanya pulled tight, then to his surprise, she placed a little padlock which slipped through the loop on each of the ankle straps. "Stand up, my little high-heeled sissy, one last thing." She had him step into the black satin French maid's uniform that he so adored, just this one was far better than anything he had ever worn before, it even smelled great, having been obviously perfumed. She placed the lacy white traditional French maid's apron around his waist and tied it in a big bow in the back.
"Well, go take a look at yourself in the full-length mirror, my little sissy, and see what a naughty little French girl you've become." He tottered over to the mirror in the 6" spikes, taking short little mincing steps, and gazed at his new image. The girl that stared back was breathtaking. Glossy black hair, gorgeously made-up face, pumped-up cleavage spilling out of the top of her black satin uniform, tiny little wasp waist, and a flurry of petticoats. As his gaze continued down, he realized that the tip of his cock was actually showing beneath the petticoats; they were so short and fluffed out that even his crotch wasn't completely covered. "Very, very sexy, no?" Tanya asked. She reached down and caressed his cock, brushing the petticoats out of the way, her own long red nails wrapped around his cock, but instead of continuing to caress him, she clenched his cock tightly and yanked him forward. "Come, my little pet, it's time to become Annette." She propelled him forward, leading him around by the cock. His earrings swaying, his petticoats swishing, and his high heels clicking as she led Mistress Vera's newer toy to an evening of pleasure.
Tanya led him into the living room by the cock and said, "Mistress Vera, let me introduce you to Annette." "Oh my, isn't she charming now?" Vera said. "Let me see you give a nice feminine curtsy for me, darling." Annette did her best imitation of a curtsy, but apparently, Vera was not impressed. "Didn't that stupid whore teach you anything?" she asked. "That's a terrible curtsy." "No, ma'am," Annette replied, "she just dressed me and spanked me."
Vera turned to Tanya and said, "You see what happens when you deal with amateurs who charge by the hour and don't really understand the fantasy. Darling, let Tanya show you how to do it properly." Tanya showed Annette how to hold the sides of her skirt daintily between her painted fingertips and spread her skirt. She also showed her how to bend and place her right leg behind her to execute a better curtsy. She practiced several times for Vera until she was satisfied.
"Now, model for me, sweetie," Vera said. "Model?" Annette asked. "Yes, model, my God, you're hopeless!" "Remember, you're a swishy French maid on display, walk around and model for us. Show us how teasing and provocative you can be. Wiggle your cute little bottom and sway those swishy little hips." Annette started to walk around, hesitantly at first, but then really getting into it. Every time he passed the mirror, he could see his little bootie shaking and see his gorgeous feminine image, and the sound of his spike high heels clicking on the floor. He could also see the tip of his cock protruding from underneath the flurry of taffeta. His cock was rock hard and actually starting to twitch, he was so hot.
"OK, dolly, that's enough," Vera said. "Now then, darling, I'm not one of those dominant women who will stand there making up silly excuses as to why you should be punished. Like, you spilled the tea, or you forgot your chores. We both know why you're here; you 'like' to be punished, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am," Annette replied. "Good, good, see isn't it much easier on both of us this way." "I also don't believe in the normal dominant credo that you should be denied your sexual relief. This is foolish. That is the reason you are here, and that is the reason you are dressed like this, because it is sexually exciting. So denying you sexual relief makes the whole process pointless."
She instructed Tanya to seat herself in the middle of the couch. She then ordered Annette to stand in front of Tanya with their feet almost touching, then to bend over at the waist and place her hands on Tanya's shoulders, palms flat. She assumed this position in front of Tanya, and while bent over, her short, short dress almost completely exposed her bottom. "You are not to touch anything except Tanya's shoulders for support, do you understand?" Vera asked. "Yes, Mistress," Annette replied.
She felt Vera massaging her ass cheeks and spreading her legs, then she felt Vera probing her anus with a dildo. "Want to take it like a good little girl?" Vera asked. "Yes, ma'am," Annette replied. Unexpectedly, she felt a sharp crack across her ass, and her hands almost slipped from Tanya's shoulders. "I can't hear you, darling, speak up." "Yes, ma'am." CRACK, another slap ran across her ass. "Yes, ma'am, what?" Vera asked. "Yes, ma'am, I want to take it." But again, Vera smacked her ass. "Is that what I said?" she asked. "Yes, ma'am." "No, it is not what I said. What I said was, do you want to take it like a good little girl. Say it properly, or I'll smack your ass all night." "Yes, ma'am, I want to take it like a good little girl." LOUDER, AGAIN, LOUDER.After four or five repetitions of this, Vera rammed the dildo home and started to fuck Annette with it. "More, darling," Vera asked. "Yes, Ma'am," Annette replied. "Say, I'm a whore, Mistress, I need more." CRACK, CRACK. "Yes, Mistress, I'm a whore, I need more," Annette replied.
But wait, what was this? Suddenly, she felt a powerful vibration inside her body. It wasn't a dildo, it was a vibrator. It buzzed, hummed, and worked her into a frenzy, while Vera smacked her ass at random intervals. Bend her, she looked down at Tanya, and her long red nails resting on Tanya's shoulders. Tanya reached up underneath her short dress and began to stroke Annette's cock. Her mind reeled with a sensory overload. The pain of standing bent over in 6-inch spike high heels, the vibrator in her ass, her heavy earrings swaying back and forth, while she was fucked, the sight of her long red nails on Tanya's dress. Just when she thought she was going to explode in Tanya's hand, Vera withdrew the vibrator, and Tanya stopped her stroking. She was ordered to stand up straight.
Vera ordered her to walk over to the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room. She wobbled over. Her knees were rubbery from being bent over, the heels had become very painful, and as she walked over, her whole body trembled from being brought to the brink of a climax and then pulled back.
As she stood in front of the mirror, Vera ordered her to turn sideways. She raised up Annette's short skirt and ordered her to hold it above her waist. She placed Annette's cock in her hand, from underneath, palm up, and wrapped her long nails around it, and gently started to stroke her again. "Now, wasn't that fun, darling?" Vera asked. Before she could even reply, Vera had taken a small stick, perhaps about 6 inches long, and smacked her cock with it. She let out a shriek and wobbled, but Vera held her cock tightly. Tanya came up behind her and helped support her, while Vera alternately stroked her cock and then gave it a resounding smack. After only a minute or two of this treatment, her legs were again trembling, and her whole body was shaking.
"I don't think she can take much more, Tanya. Perhaps it's time to finish her off. Would you like to do it, or shall I?" Vera asked. "I'll do it," Tanya volunteered. Vera released her grasp on Annette's cock, and Tanya came around to the front and knelt in front of her. She quickly slid Annette's cock into her mouth and started to suck her off. Within seconds, Annette's whole body jerked, and she came like she had never come before. Her whole body in a spasm.
Tanya helped support her and guide her back to the couch. The relief of sitting down and taking the pressure off her heels was almost heavenly. She was given a few minutes to relax, fix her makeup, and recover. Then she was ordered to kneel in front of Vera and eat her pussy, after a minute or so of this, she was ordered to switch to Tanya, then back again.
"I believe I'm growing tired of this," Vera said to Tanya. "Why don't you two play." "I think I'll pay a visit to little Maryann." "I feel the need to play the mommy part tonight."
She left Tanya and Annette on the couch. As soon as she left the room, Tanya said, "Okay, enough of this playing around, I want to fuck. Lay down." Annette laid on her back, and Tanya once again slid that cock into her luscious red mouth, but this time only to prep it. As soon as it was nice and hard, she squatted over it and plunged it home. She pumped for all she was worth, while Annette underneath her weight, stroked her clad thighs. With a shivering orgasm, she collapsed on top of Annette.
She smiled down and bent over to kiss her. "Now, aren't you glad we bought you here?" she whispered in her ear.And what a wig it was. All jet black, and teased over a foot in every direction. A fantastically wild hairdo. In fact, it looked as if a hair stylist had teased it all up in preparation of turning it into a bouffant hairdo, and then just stopped instead of styling it into place. It made Tina Turner's hairdo look like a pageboy.
Doris led him over to the full-length mirror. "Introducing Tina Tits, Super Slut," she said with a flourish. Tom was astounded. He looked like one of the artist's drawings in the TV books he purchased. Never in his life did he think he could look that sexy. Every square inch of his body from head to toe was a sexual come-on. It was the tits, however, that really turned him on, playing peek-a-boo under his pink see-through blouse.
Susie slid up behind him and wrapped her hands around his tits from behind and caressed them with her hands. The sight of her long red nails flashing across his giant tits literally made him weak in the knees. She slid her hands from his tits down to his hips and across the front of his mini-skirt, lightly caressing the bulge in it. "Oh Tina, baby, you and I are going to have some fun tonight!" "You?" Tom said. "Oh yeah, sweetie, me. I'll be joining you as soon as I can change into something a little more appropriate for a sex show."
Doris led him down the hall back to the living room, but before they entered, she gave him a little pat on the ass and said, "You're on your own now, babe. Vera's waiting for you. Remember to strut your stuff like a hot little bitch."
Tina took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect, but knowing no matter what she looked like to anybody else, to herself, she looked and felt wonderful. She strutted into the room and saw Vera & Tanya seated on the couch. Both women were dressed in black leather. Vera in a skin-tight black leather dress, and the slightly younger Tanya in a leather mini-skirt and a black leather halter top with laces across the front.
"Well, well, would you look at this, Tanya. Now this is the way a TV slut should be dressed. Don't you agree, Tina?" "Yes, Mistress," Tina answered. "Susie & Doris are so talented in turning out your little angels, aren't they," Tanya said. "Well, let's get started, let's see her perform like a hot little cunt," Tanya said.
Vera ordered her to parade around for them, and she gave it her all. She wiggled her way from one end of the room to the other, and then back again. Hips swaying, tits bouncing, ass wiggling. Vera & Tanya took turns ordering her about. Turn this way, walk over here, glance over your shoulder, turn around, walk back again, bend over, put your hands on your hips. Order after order, all designed to show off Tina's new outrageous feminine personality and tits. She loved it; she was a walking, talking sex show.
"OK, enough preliminaries, let's see some real action, if you're really a whore." Both women got off the couch and led Tina over to the full-length mirror. She stood facing the mirror. "Dance, slut," Vera said. "I don't understand, Mistress," Tina replied. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's right, there's no music. Tanya, could you please put on some music so our little whore can entertain us."
Tanya put on the stereo, and the pulsing beat of Samantha Fox's "Touch Me" blared from the speakers. "Now dance, bitch," Vera said. Tina swayed a little to the music, but obviously, Vera wasn't going to wait for her to get into it. She signaled Tanya, and Tina felt the crack of Tanya's riding crop across her ass, followed immediately by two more blows. "You heard her, cunt, dance. Come on, I've seen nerdy boys dance better than that." Three more blows rained down. Tina was now doing much better, swaying to the beat, feet moving. Her huge tits bouncing up and down, her large dangling pink & black earrings bouncing off her fuchsia cheeks. Whenever she slowed or wasn't good enough, Tanya's crop smacked her a couple of blows to encourage her to do better.
"Look at yourself, slut," Vera said. "Go on, look at that tramp hairdo, that slut makeup, those cheap whore clothes, you love it, don't you?" When Tina didn't answer immediately, Tanya's crop came down again in a flurry of blows. "Answer me, cunt." "Yes, Mistress." "Yes, Mistress what?" "Yes, Mistress, I love it." "What do you love, slut, tell me." "I love dressing like a slut." "What else, bitch?" "I love my spike heels, I love my make-up, I love my tits." "That's right, cunt, you love it. And now I think it's time for you to show us what you really like doing. Tanya, see if Susie is ready."
Susie entered from the hall, but it didn't appear to be the same Susie he had left a little over an hour ago. This Susie was decked out from head to toe in lavender. A lavender see-through blouse like Tina's with her black bra showing just like Tina's, and the tits almost as large. A black leather mini-skirt with lavender nylons, and 6" lavender spike high heels. Even her make-up was lavender. Lavender blush, and eye shadow, with heavily made-up eyes, and dark lavender lipstick similar to Tina.
"Tina Slut, meet Susie Slut," Vera said. Susie took Tina's hand in hers. She had 2" long frosted lavender nails. She gave a little wiggle, standing next to Tina, bumping Tina's hip. "Aren't they lovely," Vera said to Tanya. "Our own little slut sisters, Tina & Susie." "Give your sister a little kiss, Susie," Vera ordered. Susie slid her arms around Tina's belted waist and gave her a quick, tiny little kiss on the lips. "Let's see you two perform like good little whores."
It seemed Susie needed no further encouragement. As soon as Vera spoke, she was all over Tina. Her hands and lips were everywhere at once. She rubbed her nylon-covered tits up against Tina's. She ground her pelvis up against her crotch. She reached down and fondled his cock through the mini-skirt. Tina forgot everything except the girl in front of him and responded to Tina's every move with abandon. She slid her hand up Susie's skirt and was shocked to be grabbing a hard-on instead of a pussy. "Surprise, baby," Susie whispered in his ear.
"I see Tina has discovered Susie's real charm," Tanya said. "In that case, it's time for the main event," Vera replied. "Take off your skirt, Susie, and sit on the couch." "And you, whore, kneel in front of her."
Susie stripped off her skirt, and Tina saw she was also wearing lavender panties, but those didn't last long. Susie peeled those off too, and her cock sprang free. Tina gasped. Her cock and balls were completely shaved as smooth as her legs. She knelt in front of Susie. "All right, slut, now it's time for you to really earn that name, suck her cock."
Tina needed no further encouragement. She slid that beautiful, smooth cock into her mouth all the way. Susie groaned and leaned back against the couch. Tina slid the cock in and out slowly. God, how she loved that cock, so smooth, so white. Except, now it was covered with her purple lipstick. She felt someone grab her hips and pull her ass up. She was going to turn her head to see, but Susie placed her hand on the back of Tina's head and pushed her down. "You just keep sucking, sweetheart," she said.
Vera had strapped on a 7" dildo, and Tanya was lubricating it. She positioned herself and slowly inserted it into Tina's ass. Tina would have yelled, but she couldn't with her mouth full of Susie's cock. Slowly Vera started to fuck her, building in speed. Tina felt Susie start to tense, and knew she was going to come. She couldn't pull away. Her head was firmly held in place by Susie's long lavender nails. Vera pushed the dildo in as far as she could just as Susie came in Tina's mouth. Her hot load sliding down Tina's throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It was either that or choke to death. Susie released her grip, and Tina removed the cock from her mouth. A little cum escaped down the side of her purple lips.
"That was a lovely display, slut sisters," Vera said. "Did you like taking it at both ends like a whore, Tina?" "Yes, Mistress," Tina replied, her breath coming in short gasps. "Well, you lovely ladies have had your fun, now it's time for our fun."
Vera & Tanya both removed their clothes and sat on the couch side by side. They ordered the two sluts to kneel in front of them. "Now show Momma how good you are at eating pussy also, Tina," she said, pulling Tina's head forward. Susie did the same thing with Tanya. Both girls serviced their Mistresses. After several minutes, they were ordered to switch. Tina now serviced Tanya, while Susie serviced Vera. This switching went on several times until both women orgasmed. Each grasping the head of her little slut and pushed it as deep into her pussy as it would go.
"Alright, you ladies did a wonderful job, but it's getting late, and Tanya and I have some plotting to do. You're free to do anything you like. You're dismissed."
As they left the room, Susie stopped Tina by pulling on her arm. "Are you mad at me because you didn't know?" she asked. "Oh no, Susie, I'm not mad. God, you're beautiful, even beneath all that make-up. I swear, I thought you were a girl, but I'm far from disappointed, you just took me by surprise." "I know, that was the whole idea. Mistress Vera ordered me & Doris not to make any reference to my sex. She wanted to see your expression when I undressed." "Do you like me?" Susie asked. "Oh yes," Tina replied. "With or without the make-up?" "Both ways, actually. You're so pretty with regular make-up and clothes, I wish I could hug you and kiss you. But I'd be lying if I told you the make-up you're wearing now didn't turn me on. Especially that big hairdo.""Would you like to spend the night with me?" Susie asked. "Yes, I would very much," Tina replied.
"Great, let's go to my room, and I'll be your slut for a while. I got an A+ in cocksucking at the sissy school." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
She really liked Tom/Tina. "Me and my big mouth," she thought. She didn't want to frighten him off. Maybe he was offended by the sissy remark. "God, what's wrong with me?" she thought. "I'm acting like a schoolgirl." But still, she thought, he's really very handsome as a man, and he's really cute all dolled up in his Tina Tits outfit. I think I could really go for him in a big way. She looked questioningly into his eyes. He smiled, she smiled, his smile grew larger, hers got larger. He started to laugh, and then they were both laughing hysterically walking down the hall to Susie's room.
"Was that Cocksucking 101, or advanced deep throat with Dr. Fellito?" They both started laughing again.
VICTIM #4
LUSCIOUS LOUISE THE DRAG QUEEN
Vera's next "girl" was Larry, a 28-year-old technical writer from L.A. He frequented all the female impersonator shows in the area. In fact, most Fridays or Saturdays, that's where he could be seen, right in the front row, openly admiring the girls in the show. He wondered what it was like to be that outrageously sexy, and he wished he could look like that. Vera was about to make his wish come true.
He was easily captured coming out of the last show at one of the clubs on Friday night. Tanya waited in a long black limo, while the chauffeur told Larry that there was an impersonator who would like to meet him. He indicated the limo. Larry, of course, didn't even think; he just climbed into the limo, and the next day found himself on Vera's couch. After the usual dickering back and forth, Larry admitted that this was what he wanted out of life, and Tanya escorted him to Doris & Susie in the salon.
"Honey, we're going to pull out all the stops with you," Doris said. "When we're through with you," Susie said, "Marilyn Monroe will look like a country hick." They started with pink satin panties and a pink satin corset with back laces. No bra was necessary since the dress they planned would have its own built-in bra. The corset was laced to waist-crunching dimensions, and soon Larry's 28-inch waist became a 21-inch waist.
The girls seated him in the salon chair and began a complete make-up job. First, Susie applied a covering base and then beige liquid foundation. Doris had already plucked his eyebrows earlier, and Susie started to pencil in beautiful tapered, arched feminine eyebrows, forming a long, graceful curve. While Susie was working on the top, Doris was busy giving him a pedicure and painting his toenails a bright Chinese red.
Susie shadowed his eyes with varying hues of dark and light gray, and then powder blue. She worked very slowly and carefully since eye make-up was all important to this role. Vera had instructed the girls that the make-up should be exceedingly heavy, Las Vegas Show Girl style make-up; however, even when viewed close up, it should be obvious how painstakingly it had been done - there should be no flaw. Next, Susie opened the drawer on their work counter and withdrew a box. When she opened it, inside was the most exquisite set of ladies' false eyelashes. Actually, it was two pairs of custom lashes glued to one another, forming a thick, thick lash. They were just slightly over 1" long. Susie had personally seen that every lash looked gorgeous. Turning them over, she deftly spread glue on the underside, and then, holding them with tweezers, she closely placed them on Larry's closed eyes. She poked and prodded them into place with a long, thin plastic stick, almost like an oversized toothpick. She instructed Larry not to move or open his eyes while the glue set.
When they were dry, Larry was instructed to open his eyes and blink them a little. To him, it felt as if a weight was on each eye, pulling the lid down. Half of his previous view now seemed to be obstructed by the long black lashes, but Susie wasn't done yet. She retrieved another set of lashes that weren't quite as long or thick but heavy by normal standards. These she glued to Larry's bottom lashes. He was instructed to look all the way up, and keep his eyes open, and to try very hard not to blink. It was very difficult, but he did manage to get through it only sort of half-blinking once. Susie said he had done a good job.
She gave him a small break to give him a chance to get used to the lashes and have a cigarette; however, the girls made him promise not to look in the mirror - they didn't want to ruin the surprise when he was fully completed. While chatting with the girls and getting some instructions as to what was expected that night from him, he couldn't help but notice the lashes. He was constantly aware of them. Every second that passed made him aware of how girlish they felt. It was a feeling he savored like a fine wine.
Back at work, Susie outlined his eyes with eyeliner while Doris went to prepare the wig they had chosen. Again working very carefully, like an artist creating a masterpiece painting, she was busy creating her masterpiece, Louise. Next, she used two different shades of blusher, the difference in shading was almost imperceptible except when you looked close - you could see that one shade was lighter than the other. She used the darker red in the center as she stroked a sweep down his cheek, then the lighter one slightly above and below the center streak. Then she used her fingertip to blend them together, forming a blush that tapered off smoothly, blending with the facial make-up. So smooth was the blend that even close up, one could hardly tell where the blush began and ended.
Now only the lips remained. She outlined these with a long, thin paintbrush with dark red. She extended Larry's lip line just a little all around to give him the full, luscious, feminine lips that he would become famous for. She filled this in with a bright red lipstick, and then over this, a clear, dazzling lip gloss. She stepped back to examine her handiwork. "Oh, honey, men are going to faint in the aisles when they see you," she said.
She went to see how Doris was coming with the wig, or should I say wigs, plural. Doris had already previously styled two wigs. One was a beautiful platinum blonde wig, but while Susie had worked her make-up magic, she had joined a wiglet to it in the same platinum blonde with huge banana curls. Together, the two wigs formed a huge, ultra-feminine hairdo. "Befitting for a Queen's Coronation," Susie said, "no pun intended."
Larry was told to close his eyes, while the girls brought it in and placed it on his waiting head. Doris tugged it into place and styled and fixed here and there, until she was satisfied. "God, it's gorgeous, isn't it, Susie?" Doris asked. "Magnificent," Susie replied.
Doris worked on Larry's nails while Susie went to gather the outfit. Long, tapered nails about an inch and a half long were glued to Larry's own nails, and then several coats of the same Chinese red nail polish were stroked on. The nails now matched his toenails and lips.
They had one little preparation to make to prepare Larry's body for the gown. Susie produced white medical tape and pulled and taped his breasts. Since falsies were out, they had to create a bust for the gown. The gown was strapless and was designed to display vast amounts of cleavage. So Susie and Doris had to create real flesh breasts to fill the cups.
The gown Susie produced was gorgeous. A pink sequined mermaid-style gown. Skin-tight the entire length of his body with a large ruffled bottom in silver lamé, and silver lamé accents at the waist and cuffs to set it off. The gown was so tight he could barely move his legs several inches at a time. "Get used to standing, Sweetheart, because in this gown, that's about all you're going to be able to do," Susie said. And it was true, Larry thought. He felt as if he was encased in a giant pink wrapping. His arms were free, but the rest of his body was severely restricted. Ooops, perhaps he spoke too soon. Doris produced a pair of shoulder-length silver lamé gloves with no hands. The gloves were tugged up his arms right to his armpits, and a tiny little elastic loop slipped over his middle finger to hold the bottom of the glove in place while still openly displaying his long red nails.
Doris helped support him while his high heels were placed on him. Since he couldn't sit, Susie slid each one on while Doris held him for support. The shoes were silver sequined 5" heels with severely pointed toes. When he tried to walk, all he could do was wiggle forward a few inches at a time. Susie added large rhinestone bracelets to his wrists. "Diamonds are a girl's best friend," she said. A large, ornate necklace was placed around his neck, and then the earrings. Huge, triple-tiered chandelier rhinestone earrings hanging to his bare shoulders. These Susie screwed on with the old-fashioned screw arrangement. "Oh, those hurt," Larry said. "Yes, I know," Susie replied, "no doubt by the end of the night you'll have a raging headache, but it's necessary to support the weight of those large earrings. Welcome to the world of beautiful ladies, sweetie." Doris added the final glitter to his costume by pinning a diamond tiara in his blonde curls.
"Alright, Luscious Louise, time for you to see the finished product." He turned to see the mirror and was met with the most gorgeous feminine creature on the face of the earth.Susie sprayed him all over with perfume, enveloping him in a cloud of sweet feminine eroticism. She handed him a silver lamé evening purse and draped a pink ostrich feather boa over his arms, showing him how to hold it cradled in his arms.
Susie placed his cigarettes, lighter, lipstick, and tissues in his purse while Doris gave him his final instructions. Basically, what she told him was to perform in a manner befitting his costume, as if he had a choice. As restrictive as the costume was, all he could do was wiggle and jiggle about. She told him to act charming, flirtatious, and feminine. "Remember at all times now, you are a lady on display. Display yourself proudly. Mistress Vera will be awaiting you in the living room."
Larry was told to walk back down the hall to the living room on his own. The hallway at least gave him a chance to practice walking in his gown. As he neared the living room, he heard voices. As he entered the living room, he stopped, frozen. Vera was there, all right, but so were about 50 other people. Obviously, a cocktail party was in full swing. Tanya magically appeared at his side and grasped his arm, propelling him forward and whispering in his ear, "Louise, you look simply gorgeous, child. There's someone I want you to meet." She introduced him to a gentleman in a white dinner jacket that matched his silver-white hair. He was in his 50s but very distinguished-looking. "Louise, this is Charles Fletcher. Charles owns a chain of drug stores." Louise held out her hand, and to her surprise, Charles took it and bowed slightly, placing his lips to the back of her hand, kissing it softly. "Louise, what a beautiful name. May I get you a drink?"
As he left in pursuit of a couple of drinks, Tanya leaned close and ran her long red nail across Louise's breasts, where they bulged from the gown. "Treat him nice, and you'll find he's very generous and very loving," she whispered in Louise's ear. Then, as quickly as she had appeared, she melted back into the crowd of people.
Left alone to contemplate her situation, Louise was in heaven. She felt like the queen of the world. Sure, her heels hurt, her ears were beginning to ache a little, and her waist was crushed, but still, it was worth it to see the way several men looked at her as they passed by. The yearning in their eyes was clear. She opened her purse to take out her cigarettes. She had just gotten one in her hand when a man appeared at her side. "May I give you a light, Miss..." "Louise," she replied. He held out his lighter, and she held the back of his hand lightly to steady it, slowly pulling it away in a smooth caress the way Susie had shown her. "May I get you a drink?" "No, I'm afraid I'm already waiting for Charles to return." "Perhaps later," he said. "Yes, perhaps later," Louise replied softly. The man briefly held her free hand, then turned and left. Charles returned with two glasses of champagne. "Would you like to drink this out on the terrace? It's a lovely view, and we can talk?"
As Louise followed Charles out to the terrace, she thought, "My dreams have come true, and even more. I have never felt more beautiful in my life, and even better, obviously others find me attractive and desirable too."Her head started to spin, her knees grew weak, the room seemed to be so bright, no not bright; white......
"Jesus Christ," Doris said, "you scared the shit out of us. Here, sip this," she handed Barbara a glass of water. "What happened?" Barbara asked. "You passed out," Susie said. "Are you sick?" Doris asked. "No, it's not that. It's just that I...well...seeing...you know...I was so beautiful...my dreams." She was sputtering. She started to cry. "Jesus, don't cry too, you'll screw up my masterpiece, and you're not good enough on your own to fix it yet, God damn," Susie said as she dabbed at Barbara's eye. "Looks like instead of a hormone shot, we should have given her a tranquilizer shot," Doris said. "We can't fix the first shot, but I think I know a way to fix the second one," she said. "Hold on, I'll be right back." A minute later, she returned. She took the water glass out of Barbara's hand and replaced it with a smaller glass with brown liquid and two ice cubes. "What's this?" Barbara asked. "A double shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks," she said. Susie and Doris started to laugh, and soon Barbara joined them. "Drink up, girl, then I'll fix your lips and your makeup," Susie said.
Fifteen minutes later, Barbara entered the dining room for supper as she had been instructed by Doris. When she entered, Vera was being handed a drink by a saucy French Maid. "Oh, Barbara, darling, there you are. You look charming." She extended her hand. She nodded her head toward the maid. "I don't believe you've met Annette. Say hello, Annette," Vera ordered. "Hello, Miss Barbara. Would you like me to bring you a drink?" As soon as she spoke, Barbara realized she was a man also. God, she looks pretty, Barbara thought.
Over dinner, Vera and Barbara discussed their plans. It was decided that Barbara would spend a month with them before leaving. This would give Vera time to arrange things in L.A., and it would give Barbara a chance to stick close to Doris and Susie and learn as much as she could from them about makeup and hairstyling, because after she left, she'd be on her own. Vera gave her the name of a salon in Los Angeles owned by one of her friends, so she could get her hair done once a week.
"Vera, how can I ever thank you, or repay you?" Barbara said. Vera stood up and moved over to Barbara. She ran her nail across Barbara's silk-covered breasts. "Oh, I think I can think of a couple of ways." She took Barbara's hand and led her out of the dining room. "I can never seem to find the proper words to express my needs," she said. "But I'm sure you're much better orally..."He was happiest in pink curlers and a pink quilted housecoat, like a suburban housewife.
Vera finally decided that if nothing else, he could provide entertainment to the others or help Annette in her serving when there was a party. Vera called in Doris and Susie, and some plans were formulated to maximize Susan's particular fetish for bizarre feminine things. It seemed a little silly, but Tanya pointed out that it would be fun to watch this guy squirm in feminized humiliation.
Fresh from one of Doris's sweet-smelling bubble baths, Stanley relaxed in the salon chair. He was 28 years old, relatively slim for a man, and he had previously worked in a retail computer store selling software. He had long brown hair, so fortunately, Doris would have no trouble styling his hair. His legs, arms, and eyebrows had already been taken care of during the bath, so the girls were ready to begin. His cock was already rock hard, something that didn't escape Doris and Susie.
"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Doris asked. "Yes, I'm a little nervous because I've never done this in front of people before. I used to just pick up things in the supermarket or stores and then do it at home. Also, I never really did this much before, I'm really excited." "Yes, I can see that," Susie said, giving his cock a little caress. His cheeks turned bright, bright red. Susie had never before seen that extreme a blush without makeup. It was obvious he was acutely embarrassed. Perhaps this would be fun after all.
His hair was shampooed and rinsed, and Doris started to set it in pink curlers. Vera had instructed her to use the maximum amount of rollers possible and to wind them as tightly as possible. Doris carefully separated each little tuft of hair, placed the pink curler in his hair, and wound it up to his scalp. Then she secured it with a little pink plastic pick. Row after row of pink rollers were added. Doris rolled each one tight enough to pull on his scalp severely, but he made no comment. He just sat there submissively. When she was done, over 40 curlers were in his hair, and Doris was sure his scalp must have hurt something awful. She figured that in a couple of hours, he would have a raging headache if the pressure wasn't removed.
"Are you alright, darling?" Doris asked. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Oh, please, sweetie, say that 'ma'am' stuff for Vera. Just call us Doris and Susie. If you really feel the need, call us Miss Susie and Miss Doris." "Yes, Miss Doris," he replied, as he submissively lowered his head. Oh boy, this one is real submissive, Doris thought to herself as she cleaned up. Susie was now ready to do his makeup. She added all the standard feminine stuff - foundation, powder, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick, but nothing was really overdone, just a light touch of makeup. Enough to soften his features and give them a feminine appearance. Susie did her usual marvelous job, and even with that minimal makeup, he looked very cute and girlish. She decided it was the curlers. Let's face it, she thought to herself, it's pretty difficult not to look feminine with your hair set in pink curlers. She was beginning to see exactly why it turned him on.
Susie turned the chair around for him to see. "Meet Susan," she said. He gazed at the feminine image that stared back, and he raised one hand to touch the rollers, his now girlish red-painted nails daintily touching the curlers, and when he saw that in the mirror, his entire body shivered. Doris watched him. She whispered to Susie, "He's never going to even make it to Vera at this rate. I think I know what to do, watch me, and maybe we'll learn something for later in the evening if my hunch is right."
"Stand up and come into the bathroom with me, Susan," Doris said. "Yes, Miss Doris," he replied. She positioned him completely nude with only his makeup and curlers in front of the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. "See how pretty you look now, Susan, aren't you happy Mommy put your hair in curlers?" Susan seemed zombie-like, like she was in a trance. She fell right in with Doris's little role-playing and replied, "Yes, Mommy." "Touch your curlers, Susan, see how it feels to be a girl." She slowly reached down and started to stroke Susan's raging hard-on. The girl was so mesmerized, she didn't even see Susie enter and seat down on the closed toilet seat to watch them.
Doris slowly stroked Susan's cock. "Tell Mommy, darling, wouldn't you like to be a girl all the time? Mommy will show you how nice it is to be a girl. That's it, Susan, pat your curlers into place. Let Mommy show you what you look like in a kerchief." She motioned Susie with her free hand to hurry and get one. Susie passed it to her, and she folded it into the familiar triangle and placed it over Susan's curlers, tying it in a knot under her chin. She gave Susan a little peck on the cheek and said, "Mommy's girl is so pretty." That was more than the mesmerized girl could stand; she came with great force. So much, in fact, that her cum shot the distance between her and the mirror and stained the mirror. Doris hadn't even been holding her cock when it happened. Doris held her around the waist until she stopped shaking, then sat her on the toilet seat where Susie had just sat. All she could say was, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect... I'm sorry." "Honey, there's nothing to apologize for, don't worry." But Susan just repeated herself, "I'm sorry, Miss Doris, I...I'm sorry." "Hey!" Doris gave her a little shake, "cut it out, I told you there's nothing to apologize for."
The shake seemed to bring her back to reality, and she blushed again. She started to say "I'm sorry" then caught herself and only said, "Thank you," instead. "It was really fun, actually," Doris said. "Let's get some clothes on you though. Susie, would you please clean the mirror?" she said. "Why me?" Susie asked. "Because I was right," Doris replied. Doris stuck her tongue out at Susie as they walked back to the salon. Susie gave her the finger, but she only laughed.
She placed a pink nylon bra and pink panties on Susan. A pink garter belt with white lace ruffles and tan nylons on Susan's legs. Little pink bedroom slippers were placed on her with 4" heels and little fluffy maribou pom-poms. Doris took a brand-new pink quilted ladies' housecoat from the box, sprayed it with some perfume, and placed it on Susan. It was obvious from the expression on her face that she was in ecstasy. Thank God Doris had "relieved" her once already. The girls quickly changed their working clothes for some skirts and blouses and fixed their makeup. Then they accompanied Susan down the hall to the living room.
Vera smiled when she saw Susan in her high-heel bedroom slippers, pink housecoat, and curlers and kerchief. Doris leaned over and whispered into Vera's ear for a while. Obviously, she was relating the story of what had just happened to Vera. Vera kept nodding and listening. "Yes, I see, it is good information to know, thank you, Doris," Vera said. "Susie, would you get all the items we talked about last week, please?" Vera said. "Why me all the time?" Susie mumbled to herself. Tanya joined her. "What's the matter, Susie, having a tough day? I'll help you get them." "Thanks, Tanya, yeah, I guess so."
They returned with a whole pile of feminine things which they unceremoniously dropped in the corner. "Well now, let's see what we can find for Susan to wear," Vera said. She again found herself in front of a full-length mirror, only in panties and bra now. The girls took turns dressing her in various feminine articles, but everything was mismatched. They just picked up things at random. All the while, they dressed her, they took turns masturbating her. The outfits were bizarre and varied. First, it was shoulder-length black evening gloves with her housecoat. Then a silver glitter evening purse to go with that. Then it was a diamond necklace and huge dangling diamond earrings. Then the housecoat was removed, and it was a lacy white apron. Then that was removed, and it was a pair of pink hip-huggers and a sequined tube top. Then that was removed, and the kerchief was replaced with a lacy roller bonnet. Then later, that too was removed, and it was a ladies' one-piece bathing suit. When Tanya saw the bathing suit, she added a ladies' pink bathing cap with flowers. She struggled to pull it down over the curlers, but she finally somehow tugged it into place, snapping the strap under Susan's chin and continuing her manual stimulation.
Susan looked ridiculous in the cap because she was still wearing the diamond earrings and necklace. Each article on its own had a sort of feminine fetish value. A very girlish type of girl would wear a pink rubber bathing cap with rubber flowers on it, but she certainly wouldn't be wearing it with rhinestone dangling earrings.
The girls seemed to take delight in seeing what bizarre combinations they could come up with. The bathing suit was exchanged for a black evening gown, and the bathing cap was removed. Now the evening gown matched the evening gloves, but the curlers in her hair certainly didn't. Neither did the little girl's pink purse they gave her to hold. In the intervening hours, she came three more times while the girls jerked her off. They told her how pretty or adorable she looked in each of her outfits and continually changed things. 6" black patent spikes with her pink housecoat again. Susan seemed to be wearing out, and the girls decided on one more addition to get her through one more time. Vera produced a red harness ball gag.She popped it into Susan's mouth and secured the straps tightly right over Susan's curlers, pulling them down even tighter. The bottom strap was buckled under her chin, and while Vera spanked her with a ladies hairbrush, Tanya masturbated her. She was ordered to keep her hands on her curlers and look at herself in the mirror. Again she came, nearly exhausted.
But Vera had one last sadistic pleasure in mind. She called for Annette. Annette sat in one of the easy chairs and Susan was ordered to kneel in front of her. "Now, Susan, I understand that housewives sometimes wake up in the morning to a horny husband. I don't happen to have any horny husbands handy, so Annette will have to do. I further understand that in order to stop their mate's whining, they suck him off to get him off and shut him up. So I want you to show me how a good little housewife sucks cock while her hair is in curlers in the morning."
Tanya removed her harness gag, fixed her lipstick, and shoved her head forward. She grasped Annette's cock and slid it into her mouth. Annette placed her hands on Susan's curlers as ordered by Vera and pushed down, forcing her head down and pressing the pink curlers into her scalp. Susan's curlered head bobbed up and down as she sucked Annette's cock. Soon Annette exploded, and cum shot into Susan's face, hair, and curlers.
"OK, ladies, everybody has had their fun. Annette, please help Susan get cleaned up, and then it's time for bed. It's been a long day."
VICTIM # 8
CARLA CUNT THE FETISH MODEL
Vera's last victim, to round out her stable of TV party toys, was Carl, a stock broker age 32. Tanya had spotted a picture of him in one of the TV magazines that featured ads. His ad had stated that he was into tight corsets, very high heels, and fetish clothes. He was also looking for dominant women who enjoyed this type of thing. Vera was going to see to it that he got exactly what he wanted.
Tanya continued to correspond with him. Pictures were exchanged, and a meeting was set up. Three weeks later, on a Friday night, Tanya rang his bell. He opened the door to see Tanya all decked out in a tight black leather dress and a full-length sable coat. That was the last thing he saw. Tanya reached into the coat's pocket and sprayed something in Carl's face. He barely had time to say "What the hell..." before he slumped to the floor. Tanya whisked him off to the Island, and he was kept sedated the entire time. Even during his transformation process, he was kept in a zombie-like state with a drug Vera had obtained from a friend. The mind was left sort of blank, but the body obeyed. A new drug her friend assured her was currently very popular with the CIA. He was mobile but completely docile. Vera & Tanya personally supervised his transformation.
Standing in the living room, Tanya administered the antidote into his upper arm. Within seconds, his eyes blinked, and his mental facilities returned. He looked at Tanya, "It's you," he said, "what the hell happened?" Then he realized how he was dressed. Vera gave him a second to take it all in and then she spoke. "Welcome to the Island. As you can see, we've given you what you asked for. You asked for a dominant woman who would dress you in fetish clothes. We have given you not only one but two, you've already met my associate Tanya. I'm Mistress Vera. If you behave yourself, we will show you all the pleasures you long for. If you don't, you'll be punished, not the sexual type of punishment that turns you on, but real punishment. Pain. Will you cooperate or is this going to be difficult?"
Carla decided cooperation was the best bet. "Good, let me see you model for us so we can see what you look like." And model, she did! Although it was very difficult.
Carla was wearing a red satin midi-skirt that came to her mid-calf. It was skin-tight, barely allowing her any movement. On the top, she wore a black satin short-sleeve top. Her curvy body with its hourglass figure literally strained at the outfit in all directions. Her breasts measured 50DD, and her waist a mere 20 inches. Her hips flared to 38 inches. Her ass was full and protruding. Hidden underneath her exotic outer clothes were a waist-crushing black leather corset and a black lace bra that were custom-made. Her panties were also special - black satin with a small round hole in the front for her cock to fit through. Hidden beneath even that was the dildo, inserted up her ass all the way and harnessed in with a leather strap attached to the front and back of her corset. Whether Carla walked, sat, or stood, she would always have the feminine feeling of a cock up inside her.
Her arms were tightly encased in shoulder-length black leather evening gloves that laced up her arm. They were open-handed so her 2" long dark carmine nails could be displayed. Sheer black nylons with seams graced her legs, and on her feet were red 7" spike high heels with ankle straps and little tiny locks. There was no bondage equipment - none was necessary, as all of Carla's clothes were her bondage. Each piece was designed with only two purposes in mind: displaying her womanly attributes and restricting her movement.
Diamond bracelets closed over her wrists, a diamond choker encircled her neck, and huge diamond chandelier earrings swayed from her ears. No pierced ears - that would be too comfortable. These earrings were special. They screwed on, and the front part facing inward to her lobe had a dull but pointy mound, the back part a slight hollow. This allowed the earrings to be tightly screwed on until the pointy mound dug into her ear. Each of her fingers had a feminine ring, one or two of them very large cocktail rings. With every movement, she was a flashing, glittering feminine display, even as small as her movements were.
Her makeup was an artist's dream. Heavily made up exotic eyes, her whole lids covered with hues and designs. Ultra-long, thick black false eyelashes, and very, very high pencil-thin feminine brows. Her cheeks were severely blushed, and her lips dazzled in their dark red brilliance. Her hairdo was a platinum blonde wig, teased into a bubble style. A small gold chain necklace also around her neck beneath the diamond choker hung between her black satin-covered tits. It appeared to be one of those name necklaces. Until you stepped up close to her. It had only one word spelled out in diamonds: "CUNT". She looked like an artist's conception drawing of the ultimate in womanhood.
She modeled back and forth across the living room for Vera & Tanya. Her tiny mincing steps in the 7" heels making her hips sway and her ass wiggle provocatively. Her giant tits thrust out proudly. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, well Carla proved that rule because it would take an encyclopedia to describe all the sexuality that a viewer could take in, in one glance. She didn't need to speak, her message was clear. It said "I am a sex toy, please use me!"
She was in pain...the pain of being a beautiful woman and dressing to please. Her waist was crushed, her heels painful and difficult to walk in, her earrings hurt her ears, the skirt restricted her step. The phrase "women's clothing is so soft and comfortable" didn't apply to Carla. As she minced about, Tanya and Vera caressed her ass, felt her tits, rubbed the front of her skirt.
"She's such a pretty little cunt, aren't you Carla," Vera asked. When she didn't reply, Tanya pressed her hand hard against Carla's skirted ass, driving the dildo even deeper. "Miss Mistress," she panted. "Yes, Mistress, what?" "Yes, Mistress, I'm a pretty little cunt." "That's better," Vera replied.
"Bring Mr. Johnson in, Tanya," Vera said. A middle-aged man was led in naked. "Carla, this is Mr. Johnson. He was previously one of my male slaves before I started the island. However, he's done me many personal favors recently, and you are going to repay them for me. You'd like a nice blow job from Carla, wouldn't you Arthur," Vera asked? "Yes, Mistress Vera, I would." "Kneel, Carla!"
"But Mistress...I...can't...the skirt is too tight....my shoes are...I can't." "Yes, you can, you little slut." Tanya, wielding a leather paddle, smacked Carla's ass several times very hard. The pain was intense, and the dildo was driven further up her ass. She struggled to figure some way to kneel in the 7" spikes and the hobble skirt. Using the side of the couch for support, she tried lowering herself a little at a time. Vera & Tanya watched. "That's right, struggle, go on, you fuckin' cunt, suffer in your femininity," Vera said. Several times, Carla aborted her attempt and had to stand again, only to try and find an easier way to lower herself. Finally, she managed to get into a kneeling position. Mr. Johnson silently watched the display while stroking his growing hard-on. "Go ahead, Arthur, you may use my little toy."
He stepped in front of Carla, his cock inches from her mouth. "Kiss it, Carla," Tanya demanded. Carla puckered her lips and placed a sweet kiss on the head. "Oh, how sweet," Vera said, "Do it again." Again Carla kissed it. "Now suck it, Carla, show Mr. Johnson that you're a good little slut."
Carla grasped his cock with her long red nails and slid it between her red lipsticked lips. Her long dangling earrings swayed as she sucked cock. Her blonde hairdo bobbing up and down, a trail of bright red lipstick on Mr. Johnson's cock. Tanya and Vera conversed as if they were watching a movie. "Doesn't she look so nice with a cock in her mouth...look at her makeup...I think she's the perfect image of a whore..."Notice the feminine way she holds the cock...aren't her nails sexy?
Mr. Johnson was starting to breathe heavily and sway a little. He withdrew his cock and seated himself in one of the easy chairs, and Carla was repositioned to continue. When it was obvious the end was near, Vera said, "Shall we show him the last little sexual fetish?" "Yes, I think it's time," Tanya replied. "Stop for a second, Carla." Carla raised her head, and Tanya stood behind her. With one swift movement, she plucked the huge bubble hairdo off of Carla's head...She was bald! Her head had been shaved. The dazzling earrings, exotically made-up face, and long black lashes looked truly bizarre next to the gleaming bald scalp. "Place your hands on your head," Tanya ordered. Carla slowly raised her hands until they rested on her bald head. The sight of the long red nails, the exotic makeup, and the bald head were truly a fetish lover's delight. "Slowly caress your head with your nails, Carla," Vera said, "But do not remove your hands." Carla slowly ran her long red nails over her bald head, and from behind, Tanya pushed her head forward until Mr. Johnson's cock was again firmly lodged in her mouth. She sucked the cock while her long red nails slowly caressed her head. The sight was so bizarre that within seconds, Mr. Johnson was coming, shooting a hot load of fresh cum into Carla's waiting mouth.
Vera's complete line of sex toys was done. Everything from little girls to Fetish models - a different toy for whatever mood she was in. All with the sole purpose in life of pleasing her. She felt she had almost everything she wanted. There was, however, one type of TV she hadn't found yet. She would just have to send Tanya out to find her and bring her back to the island. | null | Part 1 | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/the_island_of_the_fetish_slaves.txt |
1,965 | Unknown | Clarence | "Clarence is an imbecile."
"Imbecile is an understatement. There's nothing I can do for him now. He's gone far beyond what I ever could have expected of him."
The two women sat across from each other at the table, their legs crossed, each one's hands folded neatly before her. The police were in the dining room sipping coffee. The older woman looked at the younger one and sighed. "What can we do now?"
"Nothing. Apparently nothing at all."
The older woman produced a cigarette and lit it with a gold lighter, the smoke drifting wistfully from her mouth. "Why do I want to do something?"
The young woman shook her head slowly. "Because he is your nephew?"
"No. No, I don't think so. I don't think that's the reason." She inhaled from the cigarette, held the smoke for a moment. "I think it's because he's disgraced me. Because he did it again. This cancels my plans for the next three months or so. Spain must be forgotten about. He does it again, and again and again. And each time I have warned him. Each time I've told him he will be punished. Apparently he refuses to listen. What would you do?"
"What would I do? I would punish him."
"How?"
"I'm not certain. But I would make him thoroughly miserable, I can guarantee you that. And I would somehow make the punishment fit the crime."
The older woman shifted her weight, her silks rustling about her. "What would fit assault?"
"He raped her. That goes far beyond assault."
"Rape, then."
The young woman smiled. "Castration?"
"Frankly, that's not out of the question. But he'd still have to answer to the police, and it's something he'd get used to."
"Really?"
"Certainly. Like the loss of limb. The human mind is quite resilient, especially when its woes are directly related to the body. The mind sometimes recovers faster than the body. That boy simply must be punished, and I'm afraid it must be a bit more than simple castration."
"'Simple' castration?" the young woman asked, her jaw dropping.
"He'd still have to answer to the police," answered the other woman. "I'd rather that didn't have to happen."
For a moment there was silence between them; the only sound was the resonance of the two officers' voices carrying through the wall from the other room.
"He's done it again," said the young woman.
"I'm afraid he has," said the older woman, very matter-of-factly. "I have an idea, Frances, but it's awfully strange. Let me tell you?"
"Yes, of course."
Clarence sat impatiently in the bedroom, one leg chained to the bedpost. When the door opened, he sat bolt upright and began to shout.
"What is this? Has this entire house gone completely fucking crazy? Do you realize that I'm chained to the bed?"
Louise sat across from him, a safe distance away, and spoke slowly, not waiting for him to calm down. "Clarence, you are an imbecile. You have raped a very young girl, and the police involvement has hurt me and my household very terribly. I can not tolerate this any further, Clarence. You will be leaving here tomorrow."
He was still shouting as she left the room.
There was some sort of a drug involved; that's all he could remember when he woke up. That he had been drugged, and had been asleep for uncountable time.
And now that he was awake he was completely disoriented. He was strapped to a table in a brightly lit room, unable to move. All he could do was shout. It was still a luxury.
When he had finished cursing, he heard the woman's voice next to him, soft. "Your aunt wanted you awake for this. I understand your name is Clarence."
"Fuck you. Fuck her. Let me up."
"Now I know why she wanted you awake."
There was a pinching in his arm, and he slowly realized that he had been administered an injection. It slowly made him numb. Soon he couldn't even curse any more.
The woman who had spoken to him before leaned over his face, obscuring his field of vision. She was startlingly attractive. Clarence wanted to make a lewd comment but could not. He was immobile, unable to even close his mouth.
The woman fitted a hose over his mouth and swiftly pushed it down his throat. He felt himself gag, but the reflex was so distant that it did not last, and it was not uncomfortable. He found he could breathe around the tube. He felt a warmth in his throat, he understood it to be gas, and he got afraid.
"I know you are afraid," said the woman, sitting beside him. "You are supposed to be afraid. I know what you did to that girl, Clarence. You will never want to hear your voice again. You will understand this tomorrow."
When he awoke the next day, there was no more tube down his throat, but his mouth was dry and his throat hurt slightly. He felt sore. He was still strapped down, he still could not move.
The woman entered the room again and she sat beside him. He began to speak, and as soon as he did he started to panic.
His voice was soprano, very nasal, nearly a squeak. It was the voice of a girl. Not simply feminine, though; it had the qualities associated with the droning giggles of a caricature, a bimbo. When he tried to yell he found that he could not. "What happened to me? What the fuck did you do to me? When will this wear off?"
The woman heard the panic in his girlie voice and responded. "It won't wear off, Clarence. It's your new voice forever. Until you die."
He was suddenly silent. He didn't believe it. It couldn't be true, it was all a scheme designed to hurt him, to traumatize him. He saw right through it. It wouldn't work. He wouldn't let it. They couldn't have changed his voice forever.
"You have a new name. It's Missy."
"Fuck you," he said, ashamed at the sound of his voice.
"Hush," said the woman, and she left the room.
For a few moments Clarence sat awake, slightly afraid. His situation was still too strange, too disorienting, to have a serious effect on him. He knew that he had been drugged, that his voice had been changed, but he knew that it was all temporary, that none of it would last. And he fancied that he was smart enough to second guess his aunt. She was obviously trying to traumatize him, so as long as he kept his wits, her plan wouldn't work. He relaxed beneath the bonds, forcing himself to do so.
The next time the attractive woman entered the room he was asleep, and she injected him with a syringe of a sedative to be sure that he did not awaken. His discomfort was to be mental, not physical. Such were her orders.
There were always drugs administered; they were utilized constantly throughout the day, and a few times over the course of the night. They came in all forms: injections, capsules, cremes. Sometimes when he would lie prone, hazed by a sedative, he would become afraid again as he felt the stinging warmth of a topical ointment as it was vigorously applied to his skin.
Eventually he was allowed to walk about the room, always tethered so that he would not be able to move too far. His voice was still ultra feminine, and it distressed him greatly. He was beginning to feel helpless, truly helpless, and it was a sensation which left him empty. And very afraid.
His body weight began to drop and he noticed that his strength was waning to the point that he had difficulty getting out of bed sometimes. He knew it was a result of the drugs they were giving him, of the ointments and injections. His hair had fallen out and began to grow back, although it seemed to be growing from his head at a rapid pace, much faster than any other place on his body. In fact, the rest of his body remained hairless, including his sex, which hung immaturely between his legs, always exposed, another source of embarrassment. Clarence had stopped fighting. He was resigned to his bizarre captivity and besides, he was too weak.
"Hello, Missy," said the woman, walking in the room and shutting the door behind her. "They tell me that you're ready to go through with it."
"Go through with what?" Clarence asked, the chill in his voice sounding silly at such a high pitch.
"Your skin is soft enough, so I think we can finally do it."
"Do what?" Clarence was overwhelmed with a directionless dread as the woman spoke to him. He had a terrible feeling in his stomach.
The door opened again and two orderlies appeared with a tray and a stretcher. Clarence tried vainly to resist them as they held up his arm and inserted the needle. "No," he squeaked, "I'm sorry. Please. Please let me go. Let me go back to what I was before." He felt himself falling unconscious, and he knew as his mind slipped away into sleep that he could not stop them from doing whatever terrible thing they had planned.
"Hush," said the woman distantly, the last thing he heard, "try to relax."
The older woman opened the door slowly, letting the man in from the chill night air. "Hello," she said, smiling and extending her hand, "you must be Jeffrey. How are you? It's so good to meet you.She shut the door behind him.
Jeffrey smiled at her and nodded. He was a big man, well-toned beneath his shirt and denim jacket, with a rough beard on his face. She could see that he was not very intelligent. That was good.
The young woman entered from the other room. She smiled.
"Are you Missy?" asked Jeffrey, obviously a little disappointed.
"No, silly. I'm the woman you spoke to on the phone. The one who made the arrangements. Remember? You called my ad in the paper."
"Yeah. Yeah, right." He looked away, distracted.
"Well," said the older woman, looking at the younger one, "shall we introduce him to Missy?"
The young woman nodded. "Certainly." She turned her face to a door on the other side of the room and yelled, "Missy! Jeffrey is here!"
There was a moment of silence, then the clicking sound of high-heeled shoes on the wooden floor, and then the door opened.
A stunning young blonde woman stepped slowly into the room, looking briefly up at the three of them before blushing and looking shamefully down at her high-heeled feet. She had a heart-shaped face of delicate beauty; her lashes were long and full, thick blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner shaped her eyelids daintily, deep red lipstick covered her lips with a shiny gloss, making them inviting and kissable. A full honey-blonde mane framed her pretty face and draped enticingly over her swelling bosom. She was completely stacked: huge breasts, tiny wasp waist, and a full, voluptuous ass. Long, shapely legs and delicate hands with carefully manicured pink fingernails completed her adorable body. She was dressed to show off her assets, wearing a skin-tight, shiny pink spandex mini-dress with a big pink bow between her breasts. Her lacy underwear was outlined through the constrictive material, and the outline of her large nipples was clearly visible. The dress was very low-cut, her ample cleavage proudly displayed, a small red heart tattoo on the left breast. Black lace pantyhose encased her delicious legs, and her feet were perched on matching pink stiletto pumps with bows on them, the heels five inches high. Huge hoop earrings protruded from beneath her sexy hair, and the sweet smell of perfume surrounded her. All in all, from the tip of her wild blonde hair to her pink high-heeled toenails, she was every bit the wet dream bombshell.
"Missy, this is Jeffrey," said the young woman, smiling.
"Hello," Missy said softly, her voice high and girlish. She kept looking at the floor, her arms crossed over her swelling breasts as if to hide them.
"She's just shy," said the older woman.
Jeffrey shook his head slowly in appreciation and whistled lightly through his teeth, striding purposefully across the room and putting his muscular arms around the frightened temptress, taking time to gape at her wonderful cleavage. "Hello, gorgeous," he said, smiling.
"Well, you two had better be going now," said the older woman, gesturing to the door. Jeffrey led Missy toward it, and she jiggled on her high heels behind him, stopping now and again to tug at the tight hemline of her dress in a futile attempt at modesty.
They made their way down the driveway, and Jeffrey helped the frail little woman into the passenger side of his truck. He walked around to the other side, got in, and they drove quickly away.
The two women stood at the window, watching them drive off. "Missy's first date," said the older woman, laughing. "How sweet."
The young woman laughed also. "Did you see the look on her face as she was leaving? I could see the tears in her eyes."
"I'd be scared too, dear, if I were as sexy as that, dressed the way she was. She's asking for trouble."
"Yes," said the young woman, laughing harder. "She'll have a tough time fighting that boy off, that's for sure. Where are they going?"
"To the bar," said the older woman, "he wants to show her off to the guys."
"Well, she is quite a trophy, with a face and body like that."
Then they laughed, and they laughed until they couldn't stand anymore.
When they got up the next morning and Missy still wasn't home, they laughed some more. | null | null | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Unknown/clarence.txt |
1,969 | Sissy Dani | The Breast of Everything | "He's obsessed with boobs," complained Maria, a new recruit to Mistress Jennifer's cadre of dominant feminizers of hapless men. "My husband Bob just stares at any woman with a full figure -- the fuller the better."
It was easy to see why this disturbed her. Maria, though extremely attractive, was a petite, small-boned woman who was far from buxom. I was privy to this conversation, along with Teasing Tammy, because Jennifer, Maria, and Tammy's sister and dominatrix, Susan, intended to use us to bring the unsuspecting Bob into a trap -- a trap that would deprive him of his manliness forever, it seemed.
Tammy, though only 16, had been designed by Susan and Jennifer as the ultimate cock-tease, with full 35 C breasts. Although my own alternate persona, Sissy Dani, was generally less generously endowed, for this adventure I was also padded out to Playmate-like dimensions.
We were sent out to meet Bob at one of his favorite hangouts, a bar that specialized in attracting men who "appreciated" bosomy types. I was dressed for "bear" -- a skin-tight white satin cocktail dress that played up my bogus breasts with a very short skirt, five-inch white satin heels, and dramatic makeup. Tammy had also been dressed to look older: She wore a black leather outfit, also extremely tight and short, with six-inch heels and equally dramatic makeup.
Our instructions (enforced by the post-hypnotic suggestions that created our submissive personalities) were to approach Bob, get him to buy us drinks, and then get him back to Jennifer's house for his own transformation.
Within minutes after we arrived, I spotted Bob at the bar. "Well, hello there," I cooed as I approached him, playing up my charms as much as I could.
"Hello yourself, little lady," Bob replied, smiling. He looked me up and down, pausing noticeably (as expected) at my bust line. "And who's this little heartbreaker?" he asked, as Tammy sidled up to his other side.
"That's my sister, Tammy," I replied. "I'm Dani."
He put his arms around our waists, in the process letting his hands graze our "boobs." I suggested he buy us a round of drinks. He made the order, and I told him and Tammy to find a quiet table and I would bring the drinks when they were ready. Bob readily agreed, seeing a chance, I suppose, to make a little time with the enticing Tammy while alone.
A short time later, the drinks were placed on the bar. I carefully blocked Bob's view while I doctored his martini with the colorless, odorless potion Jennifer and her friends frequently used to render their potential she-slaves helpless. The drug -- a combination sedative and mind-control potion -- had been developed by one of Jennifer and Susan's dominant friends.
I wiggled my way over to the table, setting down the drinks, urging Bob to try his, "to make sure the bartender got it right, sweetheart," I told him. He took a big gulp, pronounced it great, then suddenly a blank look came over him.
"Wow, that stuff works quickly, doesn't it?" Tammy remarked.
"It certainly does," I answered. "Now, quiet, I have to give him the preliminary instructions that will get him into our Mistresses' clutches."
I turned to Bob. "Can you hear me, Bob?"
"Yes," he replied in a monotone.
"Good. In a few moments, you will awaken, feeling quite refreshed. When you do so, you will follow these instructions exactly. You will agree to my suggestion that I invite us back to my place. Once there I will turn you over to your 'trainers.' The phrase 'Sleep, Bob,' will return you to this hypnotic state. Is this all clear?"
"Yes," he replied again.
"Excellent. Wake up," I commanded.
Bob instantly came out of the spell and soon joined Tammy and me on our way to Jennifer's. I rang the doorbell and Jennifer answered the door, with Bob's wife, Maria, at her side. Before Bob could completely take in the consequences of what was going on, Maria said, "Sleep, Bob," and he was once again entranced.
The mesmerized Bob was led inside to the room that had become Jennifer's "transformation suite." There he was made to lie upon a comfortable bed, headphones were placed on his ears, and Jennifer began a new technique for transforming a male's psyche to the one she desired -- sleep learning.
"While he sleeps there overnight," she told Maria, "the tapes will impress upon him his new persona -- 'Busty Barbie.' Just like Sissy Dani and Teasing Tammy, she will be completely submissive to all true women -- and especially to you -- and she will have her own special twist: an innate desire to be as buxom as possible, the bigger the better. In addition, she will be compelled to display those 'charms' to their best advantage at all times.
"But inwardly," Jennifer continued, "Bob will be completely conscious of what is happening to him. If you request, he will explain his humiliation to you for your enjoyment. He can be brought in and out of his transformed personality by the following method -- the phrase 'Touch your boobs, Busty Barbie' will activate the submissive mode; a simple snap of your fingers will bring back Bob, who will be completely aware of everything that has happened to him as Barbie. In addition, in either mode, the phrase 'Sleep, Bob' or "Sleep, Barbie' will permit new post-hypnotic instructions to be given.
"Does that satisfy your desire for revenge?"
"Completely," Maria replied. "I can't wait for morning!"
When morning came, Bob was awakened by a subliminal command on the tapes, fully aware of his new self as Busty Barbie. Maria and Jennifer were waiting for him.
"Barbie," Maria told him. "We have an appointment for you at the beauty parlor. Put on the clothes we've laid out for you and we'll leave shortly."
The now-totally submissive man began to dress, with Maria's aid, in a completely bisexual outfit: white satin panties, garter belt and stockings beneath; topped by a white satin man-tailored blouse and raw silk pleated women's slacks; the shoes were patent-leather low-heeled pumps. Next Maria made up his face lightly: Pale pink blush and lipstick, light blue eyeshadow and the merest hint of mascara. She then teased his hair into a slightly femme style. When completed, any observer would have been hard-pressed to determine Bob/Barbie's gender.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the beauty shop run by Jennifer's friend Margaret, the dominant woman who had aided in my own transformation to Sissy Dani. There, "Barbie" was stripped to her panties and strapped into the chair Margaret used for her "special" customers. Once sure that the half-feminized male couldn't escape, Maria leaned over and snapped her fingers in his face.
Instantly, Bob's own persona reasserted itself. He was indignant. "What's going on, Maria? Why am I strapped to this chair in this BEAUTY PARLOR?" He said the last two words with evident loathing.
"What's happening, 'Barbie,' darling, is that you are about to be transformed into the kind of woman you most desire -- a big-breasted, submissive bimbo. The only difference is that you will be submissive only to me and other women," Maria explained "I fully expect that when you see yourself -- as long as I allow you to be Bob and not Barbie -- you'll come right in your panties. In fact, I may order you to do just that."
Though he was absolutely livid, Bob realized that he could not fight back in this environment. He settled back and said to Margaret, "Do your worst."
Within an hour, Bob was further transformed into Barbie. His dark hair had been lengthened by the addition of a fall that came to below his shoulders, with attractive curls framing his face. That face no longer looked male in the slightest: His eyes had been accented with long false eyelashes, and deep green shadow, topped by plucked and arched eyebrows.His cheeks were graced by a rose blush, and his lips looked full and kissable in their coat of glistening red. His nails had been lengthened and painted the same red color.
Now came the treatment that would give Busty Barbie the figure worthy of her name. Margaret approached him with a wicked-looking syringe.
"What's that?" he cringed.
"This is a special fast-acting breast enlarger, developed by the same sympathetic doctor who came up with the hypnotic drug that allowed Maria to enslave you so effectively last night," the dominant beautician told him, smiling. "Once I've injected you, your breasts will begin to grow as they attract the excess fluid in your body. I'm told a single injection will give you at least a 34C bustline." She pushed the needle into each side of his body, just below the armpit.
"And not only that," Maria interjected, "the result of seeing yourself with a real bosom will interact with your programming to make you want even bigger boobs. In time, you'll look -- and want to look -- like a brunette Dolly Parton."
Bob could tell it was true. Even in the short time they had been speaking, he could see the swelling begin in his chest. He knew it would be less than an hour before he had the huge boobs the two women had described.
As that thought sank in, Jennifer returned, arms laden with clothes for the "new woman." Deciding caution was in order before releasing Bob from his bonds, Maria spoke the code words, "Touch your boobs, Busty Barbie."
Seeing that the spell had worked, the women unstrapped Barbie from her chair and began her final transformation. Now that her breasts had grown to their full first-injection size, Margaret powdered them and painted the nipples with the same red lipstick she'd used on Barbie's face.
Now came the clothes: The white satin panties, garter belt, and stockings were replaced. Over them, a very sheer white blouse, permitting the red nipples to show through provocatively, along with a tight, knee-length white skirt and white patent-leather heels. A collar, much like my own as Sissy Dani, was locked around her neck, as were similar ankle bracelets.
Maria turned to face the transformed Bob. "Sleep, Barbie," she ordered. "In a moment, you will see yourself for the first time as Busty Barbie. I want you to pose so as to show off your boobs as much as possible. When I am satisfied as to your ability to display yourself, I will bring back your male personality. Now, awake."
Maria spun Barbie to face the mirror. Immediately, the she-male began to run through the most provocative of poses, always with the goal of letting her breasts lead the way. After a short while, Maria snapped her fingers.
Bob was aghast as he at last saw the bizarre creature they had made of him. At the same time, he could not help being turned on by the image in the mirror -- in many ways, this was the woman of his dreams: busty and unashamed of it. He couldn't help it: his cock grew large and thick, heavy with the sexual thoughts within him. He struggled against it but could not stop. As Maria had ordered, the image of Busty Barbie -- his own transformed image -- made him come in his satin panties. | null | null | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Sissy_Dani/the_breast_of_everything.txt |
1,972 | A Dietrech | A Girl's Place is in the Mall | "Frankie...Come here this minute," Sinthia called from upstairs in her bedroom. "Yes, ma'am," I replied, "I'm coming," I said as I rushed upstairs. I always hate it when she has that tone in her voice. She had just returned from a two-day trip to San Francisco. I had been alone in the house while she was gone.
When I entered the room, I could see she was upset. Even though it was late spring and getting warm outside, there she was dressed in a really beautiful leather suit. The skirt was at least three inches above her knees and it was skin-tight. As usual, she had on black stockings, and I knew from the many times I had seen her dressing that they were tightly gartered. As always, she had on those unbelievably high heels she loved so much. Like her friend Kay, from Sacramento, she had hundreds of pairs of heels in her closet, and all of them, including the boots, had those very high, tiny heels.
"Frankie," she said with a questioning tone in her voice, "Has someone else been in the house while I was gone?" I answered, "No one except for Grace the cleaning lady." "Well, someone has been going through my dresser drawers. This is the second time this has happened while I have been away," she said with a hardening tone in her voice. "I don't understand how you can say that, Aunt Sinthia. How can you tell?" I asked. She beckoned me closer to her, and I began to get nervous.
She was a gorgeous woman, and had a pair of breasts I could not believe. Once I had seen her dressing through a crack in the door, and I was staggered. They were massive, but very firm and very upright. All I had ever seen in the magazines I looked at were breasts that seemed to hang down, but hers were like upturned, bulging melons with huge nipples. She always wore bras with holes cut out in them so her nipples poked through. She said to me once when I asked her why that "she liked to leave no mistake who was in charge!"
I didn't really understand that, but I guess it meant that if she had enough guts to show them that way, she wasn't afraid of anyone. Actually, she wasn't afraid of anyone at all. She had a black belt in Karate, and more than once I had seen her throw a man for a nasty fall. When she worked out with another woman, especially her friend Kay, a strange light seemed to come on in their eyes.
Her suit top was just like a man's suit with a deep vee opening, only she always wore just a black lacy bra underneath. Sometimes she wore those beautiful silk blouses, but more often than not, just a very light camisole or only her bra. I could see the deep, dark vee her breasts formed as I moved closer.
When she talked to me like this, I was supposed to be standing almost at attention, like when I was in that military academy. I could smell the leather and her perfume, and they were overpowering. "Frankie," she started off, "were you a good boy while I was gone?" she asked with a mocking tone in her voice. My face began to get red, and I was embarrassed. She used this approach to overpower me, and I felt so humiliated and weak. "What do you mean, Aunt Sinthia?" I said, hoping I was not in trouble. "Step over to my dresser and open the top drawer," she said, pointing to it with her index finger.
Her nails were always done so brightly, and she wore them so long they were like claws. I felt weak in the knees as I moved over to the dresser. "What do I keep in the top drawer of my dresser, Frankie?" she asked again with a mocking tone. "You...you keep your panties and bras in the top drawer, Aunt Sinthia," I answered. I was trembling from the pressure, and she was having a ball. "What did I make you do when you dropped that load of wash last month, Frankie? What was your punishment for being careless?" I answered with a real tremor in my voice, and I could feel my face turn beet red. "I became responsible for washing them and putting them away neatly every week." "What else were you told about that, Frankie?" she asked.
"I was told that they had to be folded very neatly," I answered. "Does the drawer look neat now, Frankie?" she continued. "Doesn't it look messed up...as if someone had been rummaging around in there? I wonder who could have been so curious? Was it you, Frankie? Did you feel the need to rummage through my panties?" I was turning beet red, and I knew she could see it. I felt mortified. She reached in the drawer and took out a really silky pair that had lace all over them.
"Aunt Sinthia, I don't know what you could mean. You know that even handling them embarrasses me. Why are you being so mean to me now?" I whined. "I guess I just like to see a high and mighty male teenager really understand what women have to put up with, and more than that, I love to see a man cry real tears," she said. With that, she began to rub the panties all over my face. I began to squirm and blush even more. "Do they smell good, Frankie?" she said. Of course, they did...all her clothes did. "Well, I think you were the one in my drawers, so your washing duties will now include doing my stockings, and it is now also your responsibility to keep the drawer neat at all times.
"Now, I have been on the road all day, and my feet hurt. Go get your stool, and change into those Speedo trunks I bought you. Bring the large basin and the foot care tray from downstairs." Oh wonderful, I thought to myself, now this. I hated taking care of her feet, and she knew it. She had such lovely legs and wore only the barest of thong panties, that I was in a constant nervous state. The worst thing was that Speedo bathing suit. It seemed as if she took the utmost delight in embarrassing me at every opportunity.
When I returned with everything, she was stripped to her bra, garter belt, stockings, and the thong bikini panties. She had on a short lace robe, but it concealed nothing. "Unhook my stockings and roll them down as I taught you. Make sure that you do not snag them," she said. She stood in front of me, and I kneeled in front of her to do as I was told. My head began to swim, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Her aroma was overpowering, and I began to get an erection. It was so embarrassing because that Speedo bathing suit revealed everything. "I didn't give you permission to do that," she said. She reached for her clothes brush and whacked the head of my penis. It shrunk, and I almost began to cry. I was trembling all over.
For the next hour, I washed and then massaged her feet and her legs. I finished up with a soft skin cream rubbed in clear up to the crack of her thighs. All the while, she was talking to me in that sexy, soft voice of hers. It was like she was trying to seduce me. I got excited several times more, but each time I was rewarded with the hair brush. After a while, I was so sore that I couldn't have gotten excited on a dare. While I was massaging her legs, we talked...or rather, she talked, and I listened. "How were your grades for this last quarter?" she asked. "About average," I replied, keeping my head down and concentrating on my work. I really didn't want to look at her and talk about grades. I had barely missed getting two D's, and I knew if she found out, she would be furious.
"I talked to Mrs. Johnson, the Girls Vice Principal, this morning by cell phone on the way home. She said you were not living up to your potential and lacked both direction and discipline. She told me that Mr. Doren, the Boys Vice Principal, had given up on you and that she had been asked to take over in his place. What do you have to say for yourself, young man?" she asked. "I don't have anything to say for myself," I replied with my head still hung downward. It was bad enough that she knew of this, but to also be assigned to the Girl's VP was even worse. How could she understand my lack of motivation, especially since all she ever dealt with were girls?"I am going to get you an attitude tutor who will also work on your weak subjects during this off period. You have three months till you go back to school for your Senior Year," she said. "But Aunt Sinthia, I don't know why I am so blah on school. How can a tutor help me? I won't cooperate with the tutor because I don't believe in it." She replied in a very firm voice, "With an attitude like that, you won't get anywhere. In fact, I am so angry that I am going to motivate you in a special way. If you get your head together and start to cooperate in one month, you'll regret it in ways you never even considered."
Just then, the doorbell rang, and I was told to go answer it. "Go just as you are, there is no need for a robe," she said. I was really embarrassed at how skimpy the trunks were. I answered the door to find Aunt Sinthia's friend from Sacramento, Ms. Kay, who walked right past me and went on in. "Where is she, upstairs?" she asked. I said, "Yes, ma'am," and followed her upstairs.
She went on in to Aunt Sinthia's sitting room, and they greeted each other like sisters. I was told to clean everything up and went about my business. Aunt Sinthia ended up telling her friend Kay all about my problem and her threat. Kay said, "I have a great idea. Why not put her - excuse me, I meant him - in a position that really forces a decision?" Aunt Sinthia asked what she meant, and Kay said, "Why don't I just show you?" Aunt Sinthia agreed, and with that, Kay grabbed my arms, and Aunt Sinthia grabbed my feet. I began to struggle, but realized how helpless I was between these two very strong and determined women.
I was taken into my bedroom, where they sat me down in a chair. Kay stripped the covers off the bed and reached into her purse. "I always keep a pair of old stockings and panties in my purse for training aids," she said. The panties were slipped over my head, blocking my view. I was dumped on the bed, and they proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed post. Aunt Sinthia went back to her room and brought out another pair of stockings. Kay had her tie my ankles to the bed posts as well. I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. "Oh, look, she has...oops, I mean he has tears in his eyes. Isn't that adorable? Now, let's strip off those trunks and get to work," Kay said to Aunt Sinthia.
"I still don't know what you have in mind, Kay darling, but this whole thing has really excited me," said Aunt Sinthia. "In fact, I would love to play if you are interested," she said to Kay. "Oooohhh, I would love to," said Kay, "here, unhook me and help me off with my clothes." They were going to carry on right in front of me. That would be mortifying. Kay was as well-endowed as Aunt Sinthia, but she was also wearing a full-length corset. Her waist was squeezed down so small that her bosom overflowed.
"Go get me your nail tray and some cotton strips," she said to Aunt Sinthia. She left and returned with the tray. They were both standing there, Aunt Sinthia with only the thong bikini and bra on, and Kay in that corset, garter belt, stockings, and heels. Her bosom was simply spilling out of her bra. I could see all of this, and it had me very excited. Kay said, "You get his nails ready for painting on the right foot, and I'll do the left. Can you imagine the sight of these two beautiful women bent over, filing and trimming my nails? Their bosoms jiggled and swayed as they worked quickly."
"Here's the plot, my dear Sin (she always called Aunt Sinthia "Sin"). I'm sure he has things to do and people to see on the quarter break, and since it's summer, they'll want to go to the beach soon. If he doesn't change his attitude in a week, this can stay on till he does. He will have the crappiest summer of his life because there will be no place to go. When it comes time in a month for his annual physical, which he will need to be readmitted to school, he won't be able to go if we haven't removed this polish." Aunt Sinthia said, "I love it, and it gives me another idea for the rest of this week to really reinforce it. We will go shopping at that new mall in Santa Clara, only it will be a special shopping trip for Francie!"
They finished preparing my toenails and started in. "First, let's put on two coats, no, three of ridge filler. Then there will be no way to miss the gloss of the actual polish," said Aunt Sinthia. Half an hour later, they started with the real polish. "I like this Fire Ruby iridescent red," said Kay. Aunt Sinthia agreed, and they proceeded to put on two coats of that. After half an hour while it set, they put on an acrylic top coat. "This will keep the polish hard and on no matter what he tries to do."
Aunt Sinthia said, "You know, for this trip, I think she needs a light coat of very pale pink polish on her fingernails." Kay agreed, and they proceeded to file and shape my fingernails. They actually made them slightly pointed. They put several coats of a pale pink polish on them and then the acrylic overcoat. "Now, people who pay attention will suspect a real 'sissy boy' and pay a lot more attention," said Kay. They put their stuff back in the tray and began to fondle and kiss each other.
Kay was really hot, and it was obvious that they had been together before in this way. Aunt Sinthia was moaning and mewing as Kay's fingers slipped under the front of the bikini thong panty. Soon, Aunt Sinthia was racked with spasms as she orgasmed. Kay was there, lapping at her shaved pussy while my Aunt Sinthia twisted her fingers in Kay's gorgeous blonde hair. I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief.
They left me tied that way for several hours. About 6 p.m., they untied me and allowed me to have a light supper. I hadn't noticed it because I had drifted off to sleep, but now I could see that my closet was virtually empty except for a pair of jeans, some kind of black shoes, and a T-shirt. Aunt Sinthia brought me a sleep shirt and said, "Get to bed early, as we have a full day tomorrow." The sleep shirt was a huge pink one with some kind of figure painted on it. It certainly didn't look masculine at all, but I had come to learn in this household, you do what the Mistress of the household says - or else.
The next morning, I was told to shower and come down for breakfast. While I was in the shower, washing, the color of my toenails hit me. They were a wild, sexy, hot red color. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that they had done this to me. I looked for my bathrobe but found only a short, colored silk one, and my regular slippers were gone. In their place was a pair of soft cotton slip-ons that had a single wide band across the instep. They were in red and pink silk to match the robe.
As I went down the stairs to breakfast, I was shocked to find they had a guest. It was another woman, and when I entered the dining area, I could tell she was looking me over carefully. "Good morning, Francie darling," said Aunt Sinthia. I nodded my head meekly. "See how full his hair is," said Kay to the other woman. "Why yes, there is a wonderful amount to work with," she answered back. Aunt Sinthia said, "This is your motivation tutor, Francie. Her name is Mistress Danielle, and you are always to address her that way. She will start working with you tomorrow. We are going to be busy shopping today, however."
Kay and Aunt Sinthia were already dressed for the day. Kay was in a leather jumpsuit that clung to her body like glue, and Aunt Sinthia was in a white silk blouse with a red leather skirt. Both of them had heels on I couldn't even believe. I wondered what they had planned, being dressed like that.
With that introduction, the woman finished her coffee and left. "Now, Francie," Aunt Sinthia said, and I interrupted her. "Stop it right now. My name is Frankie...You are all crazy..I won't put up with this." Kay reached over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward her. She backed her chair up at the same time and pulled me over her lap. She reached in her purse and pulled out a long-handled ruler-like thing. Aunt Sinthia pulled up my little shortie robe, exposing my bare bottom. Kay proceeded to give me the whipping of my life till I thought my bottom would burst into flames.
I tried to reach back and stop her, but the blows came even harder. I gushed tears, sobbing out my cries of pain. That seemed to excite her even more. Then, with my bottom in flames, she began to knead and pinch my bottom. I was actually getting excited by the whole thing. All of a sudden, my fanny cheeks were pulled apart, and in horror, I felt ice cubes being pushed up my bottom. One, two, three, four, five, six, and more. I tried to wiggle out of the way, but the spanking resumed till I was in flames. "Poor dear," said Kay to Aunt Sinthia, "she might leak today, get me a Tampon." This was the ultimate humiliation, I thought. Aunt Sinthia came back saying, "I only have Supers." "That will do just fine till tonight," said Kay, "Push it in, Sin dear." Then that horrible feeling I had never experienced before. They pushed it deep inside of me. I could feel the little string between my flaming cheeks.
I was given no relief, however. I was led upstairs to my bedroom. On the bed, I found what I described earlier: a pair of jeans and a skimpy T-shirt. I couldn't really tell much about the jeans except that they had no back pockets and no belt loops. The T-shirt was kind of lightweight and had a little pink bow at the neck. The bow was real tiny, but it was there. There were no sleeves on the T-shirt. The shoes were like men's loafers but had a big kiltie flap on them and almost no heel. They were maroon-colored and had little black patent inserts on the flap. I realized they were girl's loafers. There was a pair of multi-colored nylon panties laying on the bed as well. I started to get very red in the face. "You don't expect me to wear those things, do you?" I pleaded."Well, you could wear these skin-tight jeans instead," said Aunt Sinthia.
"We could make her wear pantyhose under the jeans," said Kay, but Aunt Sinthia said no, "she is going to shop for her own." I was told to take off my robe, which I did, but by now I was blushing beyond belief. "I just realized," said Aunt Sinthia, "He can't go around in that T-shirt with that underarm hair. We'll have to shave his underarms immediately." I was dragged back into the bathroom and made to shave my underarms till they were smooth as silk.
Then I was taken back to the bedroom and told to put on the panties. I did, and immediately got an erection from the smooth, silky feeling. Once again, Aunt Sinthia's hairbrush was swung sharply, and my erection died, but my tears flowed. I was given the jeans to put on, which I did. At least they were okay. Then I was handed a pair of little socks with a large lace ruffle top. "Here, put these on and fold the lace ruffle down nicely," said Aunt Sinthia. I was in deep shock and blushing beyond belief. Tears rolled down my cheeks all the while. I slipped the loafers on and then the T-shirt as I was told.
I was led over to the full-length mirror and almost died. The lower half from waist to foot was very natural for a young girl but only barely for a young man. From the waist up, it was too easy to see "sissy boy" written all over me. I tried to protest and say no. First, I was rewarded with a severe caning by Kay. My bottom ached by this time. I felt all plugged up with those ice cubes and the tampon. When I asked about that, Aunt Sinthia said, "You can always go to the ladies' room and 'change' your tampon, my dear, but I will inspect you at home, and if you haven't replaced it, you'll get the beating of your life. Personally, I wouldn't go in a ladies' room looking as unfeminine as you do, however."
"She has no purse, no ID, nothing at all," said Aunt Sinthia. "That makes her just perfect for a day at the mall," said Kay. "If she runs away from us, she has no way to get home or anything but arrested!" Unceremoniously, I was dragged from the house to Kay's red Lincoln Town Car. It was only 9:00 a.m., and we were on the road to Santa Clara. As we drove over the hill, I had time to think, interspersed with comments from Aunt Sinthia. I realized I was totally at their mercy. In a moment, I could be on my way to jail. I had no choice but to do exactly as I was told all day. I was so terribly uncomfortable with that plug up my bottom, but at least I wasn't leaking from the melting ice cubes.
Aunt Sinthia started off saying, "Francine, today you are going to have to exert some initiative today when we are shopping because if you don't, you will either be arrested for impersonating a woman or beaten up by men or both. If you are arrested, I will have to let you go to jail, and there they like boy-girls. We are putting you in the position of having to make an alternate choice to how you have been living or you will live the way you end up today. When we tell you to do something today or we suggest it or ask if 'you wouldn't like to...', we expect you to accept our 'recommendation'. We expect you to smile nicely and say how happy you are to accept our coaching and ideas. If you don't, we will take you someplace where the changes will be made more permanent and far more dramatic."
She continued, "I have your shopping list here, and we will not go home till it's complete. Kay and I have overnight bags in the trunk, so we will be able to stay in Santa Clara for the week if necessary. Since you don't have any clothes with you, we will be shopping today and tomorrow for your whole week away. You'll need all kinds of clothes since this is also a vacation for all of us. We will not be returning to Santa Cruz until your shopping is done or you are permanently taken care of!" Kay added, "I absolutely delight in giving public whippings, and nothing lights my fire like embarrassment and humiliation of 'boy toys' in public. Your tears and shame are my aphrodisiacs, so be warned."
Aunt Sinthia started to cover the list with me. She read each item slowly, emphasizing the words and licking her lips mischievously as she read on. "Bras - oh yes, dear, you most certainly need bras," she said, emphasizing the plural. "I think several, with one in black, one in red, and one in pink. You'll need at least three in white for school this fall." "Oh no, I'm not wearing any girls' clothes to school," I yelled out. I was rewarded with a stinging slap across the mouth. "I'm sorry, ma'am," I stuttered, with tears again flowing. "Well, you know the colors that are needed, you'll have to pick them out yourself, and for that outburst, young lady, we'll double the numbers!" she said. I was blushing again, and they loved it.
"Next, there will be panties, and you'll need at least two dozen in assorted colors and styles." Kay chimed in, "I just love those high-thigh-cut French panties, and we'll have to get her some thong style. I think the boys call them 'butt floss' panties, don't they, Sin?" I was beginning to tremble and twitch from all this, and we had only been on the road for fifteen minutes. Were they going to torture me for the next two hours all the way to Santa Clara, I wondered. What kind of women did this to men?
"My dear Francine, you'll also need garter belts, just like mine, stockings, and pantyhose as well. I know, ... we'll stop at the discount mall, and you can browse to your heart's content, getting all these undies and stockings you'll need for vacation. The girls at the Hanes store will be very helpful, especially when they realize that you are a sissy boy shopping for yourself. Kay and I will be in the store, but we won't get involved unless we have to," continued Aunt Sinthia. Kay said, "Ooh, I am getting squishy just thinking of her torment and embarrassment. We can stay in that store for an hour if necessary, can't we, Sin? After all, we have all week if necessary, and as I said, whatever Francie needs, she can buy, so we really don't have any time limit, do we? Who knows, maybe we'll meet some people, and can also have some real hot social time."
Aunt Sinthia quickly read off the rest of the list, and I panicked. "Let's see, there's also makeup and a makeover, blouses, skirts, shoes, purses, earrings, a manicure, wash, cut and set that you need. There is a great gay hairstylist who owns a shop in the mall. They specialize in new wave styling. You'll also need sweats and a sexy jogging outfit, as well as a leotard and aerobic shoes, shorts, and some of those hot shorts called 'Daisy Dukes', summer sandals, especially those sexy ones with the pretty stones and very bare straps on them. We probably ought to get you some luggage, and of course, you'll need a new wallet for your new ID."
I began to tremble at the thought of shopping for those items, and the words "new ID" made me crazy inside. The part that worried me the most was actually going through the act of purchasing them. I mean, why would any guy be shopping for such things? I would be so embarrassed and humiliated each time I bought something feminine. Well, I thought to myself, all I had to do was go from store to store and order each thing delivered to Aunt Sinthia's home. All I had to worry about was the ridiculous clothes I was wearing. I was so embarrassed by the things they had me wearing. Thank god at least no one could see my toes.
Finally, after more than an hour of emotional and verbal torture, we arrived in the San Jose area. We stopped along the way at one of those Roadside Rest Areas. I was told to use the men's room, at which I panicked. I tried to argue with Aunt Sinthia. She grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. Kay unfastened my jeans in front and pulled them down over my bottom. Next, she pulled the panty girdle down, exposing my bare bottom. She took out a hairbrush and paddled me viciously for more than ten minutes. My bottom was scorched, to say the least, and I was bawling like a baby. Kay pulled my panty girdle up and then my jeans. I was told to zip them and do what I was told.
"Why do I have to go to the men's room looking like this?" I cried. "I am so embarrassed and humiliated by all this. Why do you take such pleasure in torturing me with all this? I didn't do anything to deserve this." They would have no end of it. Aunt Sinthia said, "You have done nothing but screw off all year. Your teachers are at their wits' end with your lack of direction. You can't figure out what you want to do. You are disrespectful to women and especially to me. Now do you want to hear more!"
Aunt Sinthia was furious, and I could tell there was no arguing with her. "I don't know what I want to do or be for that matter," I cried with tears in my eyes. "I am so mixed up about life. I don't seem to have any success with girls, and I really don't understand them." I was sobbing throughout this whole affair and so terribly embarrassed. There were people all around us. I could see some of the men and women pointing at me and laughing. "Please take me away from here, please, please," I sobbed. Kay said to me, "Come on with me to the ladies' room, I have to pee, and you can wipe me after I am done, then we'll go on to Santa Clara, and you can do your shopping."
I followed her into the ladies' bathroom and went potty myself. There was no urinal, and I realized I would have to sit to pee just like her. When I was done, I flushed and left the stall. Kay called me in to her stall and had me wipe her pussy. "That's right, Francie, wipe it with the paper till I am dry." We left the stall and went to wash."A woman always washes her hands after going potty. We're not like those filthy men," she said. I smiled and nodded my agreement. "Let me touch up your hair and lips," she said. I smiled weakly as she picked out my hair even more than it was before. She handed me a tube of lip gloss, showing me how to apply it. I noticed it had a red tinge to it. "That's it... carefully follow the contour of your lips," she said.
As we got back in the car, Aunt Sinthia said, "I don't want another episode like that at any time. If you do, we'll just leave you to the mercy of the locals. As punishment for that outburst, you will have something special added to your list. Now, what is your name?" she asked. I knew she wanted me to say Francie. I tried to avoid her eyes in the rearview mirror, but she had me. "Come on, say it or get another punishment and another whipping.... NOW!" she barked at me. "My name is Francie," I said. She complimented me and said that I was making progress. Toward what, I wondered to myself.
The rest of the ride to Santa Clara was pretty much in silence. I was deep in thought. The tight panty girdle was crushing me and cutting into my thighs. The jeans, which were tight in the hips and tummy, made it impossible to breathe normally. I found myself breathing in shorter breaths using my upper chest. Finally, we arrived at the Mall. It was huge, and there were people everywhere. It was a Thursday, but it looked like a Saturday from the business. I saw so many teenage girls, and they all looked so attractive. The guys were everywhere, and they looked normal, not like me.
Aunt Sinthia parked the car at the outside edge of the parking area. That only meant we had a long way to walk. "You know, Francie, if you walk slouched like that, everyone will notice how out of place you look. Try moving your hips more and push them forward so at least you won't be read for what you really are so easily." I did my best, and there seemed to be a little change. Once inside the mall, we went to the directory. "Well, I see at least 20 or 30 stores I want to visit," said Aunt Sinthia. Off we went to our first stop, a shoe store.
It was a real high-class store and filled with lots of people. The saleswoman came over to us and asked if she could help us. Aunt Sinthia said, "Yes, can you fit my 'sissy boy' with a pair of those pretty sandals there?" She was pointing to a pair of flat sandals with very small straps and little chains and bright stones over the instep. "Let me measure 'him' and I'll try," said the sales girl. "Francie, sit down and take off your shoes and socks like a good sissy," said Aunt Sinthia. I was beet red, but by now, I was in no mood for another humiliating spanking in public. I sat down, slipped out of the loafers, and took off my socks. The bright red toenails flashed and glinted in the bright store lights.
"Oh, what a hot color that is," said the sales girl. "I never would have guessed a 'girl' like you would have gone for that hot a color - at least not the way you are dressed." Aunt Sinthia said I had a lot of different sides to me. The sales girl measured my foot, and it turned out to be a size 8. She came back with the pair and gave them to me to try on, saying, "Here, try these, and I'll be back. With a color like that, I have just the heels for this sissy to try on." Aunt Sinthia said to me, "Francie, slip those sandals on and buckle them." I did, and then she said to walk around in them and go over to the mirror.
I did as I was told, but I was trembling inside and blushing beyond belief. The sales girl came back carrying a box. "Those look great, but you really should have on some shorts with them, perhaps some really short Daisy Dukes, and a gold ankle bracelet for sure." She opened the box, displaying a pair of high heels for Aunt Sinthia and Kay to see. "These have a 4-inch heel, and this wonderful full open toe cutout. As you can see, it shows three full toes and a hint of the fourth toe. Not many women can wear this, but I think your 'niece' would be smashing in them. Shall we try them on her?" she concluded.
Aunt Sinthia said, "She doesn't wear many heels yet, so she may have difficulty in that height, but let's see them on her. I realize we don't have stockings with us, but isn't that style often worn barefoot?" she added. The sales girl replied, "Yes, in fact, it is said that European women wear these to allow a lover to worship their toes even when they are out for an evening." I tried the heels on as I was directed, and when I stood, I almost tripped. Slowly, I was led to the mirror by the salesgirl. "See how sexy they look. These will drive a man crazy, and I know you'll just love that," she said. Kay said, "Look what they do to her ass and leg line. Now, that's the look I want on her, don't you, Sinthia? Leave those on and keep walking in them, Francie, so you'll get used to them," she said, turning to me. I was blushing so much that the sales girl said, "I'll bet she makes a pretty girl, and I have just the male friend for her. He is 34, and he loves sissy boys, but he is so horny I would worry about her if she went out with him. I mean, he gets off three or four times and dumps a real load in a girl. He is so over-endowed, it is unbelievable."
Aunt Sinthia said, "Let me have your name and number. We are here for a week, and she may need a date for a movie or dancing." The sales girl gave her a piece of paper and showed her a picture of the guy. He was in a football uniform and looked huge. I'm sure it was just the protector that made his crotch look so big. I just began to tremble inside at the very thought of going out with a man. She had said his name was John and that he was 6'4" and "built like a brick, you know what."
Aunt Sinthia said about the spike heels, "I wish we could have her wear them for the rest of the day, but we'll have her change into them when we need the effect." They paid for the shoes after telling me to change into my loafers and socks. I did as I was told when Aunt Sinthia said, "Oh, she needs a purse to go with those. I think something in a little shoulder bag with the long shoulder strap." The sales girl found just what Aunt Sinthia wanted, and I had my first purse.
The next shop we went to was Frederick's of Hollywood, where Aunt Sinthia wanted me to shop for undies. I wanted to protest, but the plug in my bottom and the hot red fanny I still felt made me think twice. When we walked in, a large, well-dressed, but very severe-looking woman came over to us. "May I help you ladies?" she said. Aunt Sinthia explained that she was here shopping with her 'sissy nephew' and how she expected him to make a large purchase for himself. This made me really blush, but the worst was yet to come. "He is contemplating a lifestyle change, and I want him to 'fully' experience what that lifestyle would really mean," said Aunt Sinthia. The saleslady responded with, "How wonderful of your new 'niece' to consider changing over to the real world of feminine life. I can't tell you how lucky you are that I am working today. I specialize in training sissies for their Mistresses," she concluded.
With a very warm, understanding smile toward the woman, Aunt Sinthia said firmly to me, "Tell the saleslady each thing that you want and ask her for permission to try each on. Ask her if she has other suggestions for you as well and follow her guidance completely. We will return in an hour to see the results. Here is your credit card, Francie." I stammered, "Where... where are you going? I can't do this alone, I don't know what to do." With that, Aunt Sinthia handed me a short list. "You ask for each thing yourself, Francie... now show some initiative, or I will think up something even worse for you!" With that, she spun on her heel, saying to Kay, "Let's go have coffee and see if that shoe sales girl can meet us tonight."
"My name is Ms. Amanda, and I expect to be treated with respect as well as obeyed without question," she said to me. "Your Aunt Sinthia is quite right to make sure you get the full experience, but I am pleased that this is something you want to do on your own." I responded, "Well, I'm not sure yet, but I am truly bound to obey my Aunt Sinthia, without hesitation, so let's get on with it." I blushed badly as I started to read from the list, realizing that Aunt Sinthia would question Amanda about how I handled the requests and everything. It was so embarrassing.
"I need three white bras for school, a black one, a red one, and a pink one," I said, terribly embarrassed. Amanda said, "What size do you wear, and what style do you like best?" I had to reply and stammered, "I don't know. I have never worn a bra." "We can solve all of that," she said, "Lift up your T-shirt, and I'll measure you." "Right here in front of everyone?" I whined, "They'll all realize these are for me. It will be so humiliating, and I'm scared."
Amanda reached up under my T-shirt and grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard, pulling on it, and said, "If you don't do exactly as I say, I will turn you over my knee this minute." The pain was intense as she twisted my nipple viciously. Tears came to my eyes, but I lifted my T-shirt. The one nipple was bright red and swollen from her treatment. "Hmm, we'll have to treat the other nipple to the same," she said. She placed the tape measure around my chest just about two inches under the nipple and said, "My dear 'girl,' you are just a bare 35 inches and, of course, an A cup. Follow me," she said.
We walked over to a set of drawers where there were many bras.I think you need several which are lace and cannot be seen through too easily; however, I think your Aunt Sinthia will want you also to have ones which are very sheer and revealing. I've met women like her before, and they take great pleasure in tit torture to stimulate their playthings. She will want to see a truly red and rich nipple on you. She took several white bras from different boxes and told me to go in the dressing room, and she would come in to examine me.
I found an open dressing room and went in. I tried fastening one on myself, but I was all thumbs due to my trembling. She came in to the dressing room and said, "No, silly girl, here's how you fasten a bra." I did as she showed me and stood up straight for her to examine me. After checking the first bra, she had me do each of the white ones in turn. Then she said, "Let's look at some of the colored ones, and you can try them on also." I started to put my T-shirt back on, but she said no, just to follow her.
We left the dressing room with me in a state of nervous excitement. There were two young women in the store, and when they saw me, they started pointing and laughing. I was so mortified I tried to hide. Ms. Amanda pulled out several black bras and several in red and pink. She made me try all of them on, and I ended up with three of each of them as well. Then Ms. Amanda said, "How are you going to control your figure, dear girl?" She took me to another area in the store and selected a white and a black corset from the boxes. Each had six garters on it and looked horribly severe.
I was led back to the dressing room, and she placed it around my waist. "Those jeans will have to come off for this to work," she said. I was in shock, but she would have no part of my protests. I took off my jeans, exposing the multi-color panties I had been made to wear. "Ooh, they are cute and so feminine," she said. "Are you sure you haven't done this before? By the way, is that pink polish on your fingernails? Why, you really are the sissy boy, aren't you? Those socks will have to go for this outfit, however. Now put that black bra on the way I showed you."
What did she mean by that, I wondered. She called out, "Jani, come here please and help me." A pretty woman about 24 appeared and looked in. "Oh," she exclaimed, to which Amanda replied, "It's okay, we are just getting a bunch of goodies for this big sissy boy." "Get me some white stockings and some black stockings about size 8, sheer toe in both and trashy heel style with seams in the black. See if we have some in pink and red also for the other outfits. He'll need them to make this corset fit properly." I felt like I was going to faint from embarrassment. Ms. Amanda told me to reach up high and grab the railing up on the wall. Then she began to lace the white corset around me, tighter and tighter she pulled. At one moment, I thought I could feel her knee in my back. "Good," she said, and tied the laces off. "There, now you have a proper figure for a woman." Oh god, I could hardly breathe and felt like I was getting dizzy. I was beet red and so terribly embarrassed at all this.
Jani came back with the stockings and exclaimed, "My my, you've really changed her shape, haven't you." I was told to sit down and slip on the stockings. When I said I had never done this before, Ms. Amanda coached me through it. I felt humiliated and degraded that I couldn't even do this right. Then I stood up, and she fastened the stockings to all six garters on each leg. "Did your Aunt Sinthia have you bring any heels with you today?" she asked. "There are a pair of red heels in that bag of mine," I told her, quite afraid of what was coming next. "Put them on and model for me." I found the bag and did my best to slip into the heels. I couldn't bend over too easily and needed help from Ms. Amanda. Finally, I had them on.
"Jani, get me a white short slip, about 19 inches, with double side slits and a white lace camisole," she said to her assistant. Jani brought these to her, and she had me slip both on. I stood in front of the mirror, but you really couldn't see the full effect no matter how far I backed up. "Come with me," she said, leading me out of the room. I cringed at the showing of myself in this condition, but I was left no choice.
I was led to the large mirror in the back of the shop and told to stand straight, turn, walk, and then to sit. "See how the slip shows the garters and stocking tops just a bit," said Amanda. Jani nodded and said, "But doesn't she look awfully wanton that way? Wow, just think of how the black or red outfits will show her off. I'm jealous," she said. Amanda said, "You know, she needs that special fanny girdle, the one with the cutouts that expose the cheeks and push them up and out." Jani agreed and went to get ones in all the colors we were looking at. That was even more humiliating.
Amanda said, "Jani, take her back to the dressing room, get those panties off and squeeze her into the white panty girdle. Make sure it goes up under the corset so we get a full bare fanny. If you need help, call me, and I'll come in and help." Jani led me back to the dressing room. Now I was panicked as I had nothing on under the panties. I mean, my puny dick would be exposed for her to laugh at. I was starting to tremble and ready to cry again. How could my Aunt Sinthia put me through such hell?
Once in the dressing room, I was told to unhook the garters and remove my panties. Jani busied herself loosening the corset. Finally, I was given the special panty girdle with the fanny cutout and told to squeeze into it. That's putting it mildly. It was so tight, and the fanny support bands were so strong. After a lot of struggling, I got it on, but it nearly choked me in the crotch. "You'll have to reach in and tuck your privates under between your legs," said Jani. I did as I was told and was even more uncomfortable, but all of a sudden, there was no male bulge.
Jani began to pull at my fanny cheeks, forcing them out of the opening. I looked in the mirror and saw a very exaggerated fanny beneath the corset edge. It was very exciting and left me with a strange feeling. Then Jani started in again with the laces as Amanda had done; again, it was tighter and tighter as she pulled. Once again, at one moment, I thought I could feel her knee in my back. "Good," she said, and tied the laces off. "There, once again you have the proper figure for a woman."
Just about then, Aunt Sinthia and Kay returned, and they had several bags with them. Amanda showed them in to the dressing room, and they were overwhelmed. "My my, Amanda, you have done wonders with my sissy boy. He looks very real and quite attractive just as he is." Turning to me, Aunt Sinthia said, "We just came from coffee with the girl from the shoe store. She has made arrangements for her friend John to join us tonight for a drink, and she has told him all about this fabulous new girl she met at the store. I'm sorry to say he's quite sexually active and very much into she-males."
"Amanda," she said, "How are we doing on panties, nighties, and other goodies? Oh, and by the way, with that waistline, she can't wear her jeans out, do you have some really skin-tight jeans that would fit her new shape? And while you're at it, I think she needs some bustline, but not too much. I still like the hint of maleness in her so people are suspicious. The blush of embarrassment and shame are so attractive on Francie, don't you think?" Amanda agreed and sent Jani scurrying off for bast forms and some "sexy tight jeans or slacks." Jani returned with several pairs of jeans and one pair of stretch slacks with stirrups. Aunt Sinthia chose one pair of jeans and handed them to me, saying, "Squeeze into these, dear girl."
I noticed that the jeans had very narrow legs and little pink stitching on the seams. I recoiled in horror as I noticed that the ankles had zippers. After taking off the half-slip, I started to pull the jeans on, but they were so skin-tight they almost stopped my breathing. As it was, the corset had me gasping for breath. The special cutout panty girdle had my cheeks completely defined, but the jeans actually had fanny pockets in them. I had an ass to rival any girl's. The jeans were short enough that the end of the leg left lots of room to see my stocking. Then they had me put the socks back on that had the ruffled cuffs. They zipped the zippers closed and had me walk over to the mirror.
Kay said, "Now all she needs is a new top and some white flats. But first, Amanda, do you have one of those little collars with the rhinestones on them like the rich people put on their dogs? Why don't we go back next door to the shoe shop and see what Gina can fit her with? In the meantime, Francie, put the T-shirt back on. Your bra side will show through the armhole, and that will excite some people." Aunt Sinthia said "Okay" and that she would be there as soon as she took care of the bill here. As I left, I heard Aunt Sinthia saying to Ms. Amanda, "I want full sets of all the items in each color-black, red, pink, white, and a dozen pair of hose in each color. We'll take that nightie set and the peignoir. Let me have the fluffy mules in black and red. We'll be back tomorrow for a French Maid's costume as well." Amanda said, "No, we don't have collars, but there is a pet shop here in the mall, and I know they will have them in various colors." Aunt Sinthia said, "Thanks, we'll try that soon. I think we need to be sending that message to the right type of person who might recognize her value."
We went back to the shoe shop and found Gina. "Well, hello, and wow, what have they done to your figure?" she exclaimed.Kay said, "Well, we have finally gotten this sissy boy into shape for the rest of our shopping this week!" Gina responded, "I should say so, but you'll need some different shoes for that outfit. I think you should start her off in white kid pumps with the little sissy two-inch heel for sure." Kay agreed, and Gina went to get a pair.
When she came back, she had four boxes with her. First, she pulled out a pair of white kid pumps, with a little gold filigree at the toe and a two-inch heel. I slipped them on and stood up. Oh, they were so much easier than the four-inch heels I had earlier been forced to wear. Gina brought out a gold ankle chain and fastened it around my left ankle. It glittered brightly in the lights.
"See, there is just a hint of naughtiness in the chain. That will attract the male attention you need to train this sissy into a true submissive toy," she said to Kay. Then, she took out a pair of pristine white and gold spike heels that were so high they scared me. They had to be five inches high, but the worst part was the very tiny base. I mean, how could any girl stand still in them? Her walk would end up so provocative and sexy, she would look just like a real tramp.
I was made to try them on, but I could barely stand in them. Lastly, Gina made me try on a pair of white bare strap sandals, equally high and offering even less support. Then, she brought out a black pair with an even higher and thinner heel. I tried those on, but was almost crippled. "Too bad, they are going to be yours for tonight," said Kay. Kay said we would take all three pairs. Gina said, "The white sandals are 'catch me, come fuck me' heels and even worn in bed by the hookers. It really excites their customers if a woman digs them into their legs while being screwed!" I had no idea what was coming next!
Just then, Aunt Sinthia came in and saw the sandals. "Oh yes, they are hot, and they say sex!" she exclaimed. "We'll take all four pairs." I could see Kay smiling when she said that.
Our next stop was a shop that had really hot clothes, but Aunt Sinthia and Kay were worried that I still had not gotten the large collection of panties they felt I would need for "school." I could have cared less. The corset and panty girdle were killing me, and the jeans were so tight I could barely move in them. Thank god the heels were only two inches. In reality, they were a blessing. A sales girl came up to me and said, "What can we show you, ma'am?" Aunt Sinthia said, "Tell her that you need some short denim skirts, some blouses, and a white dress suit. Don't forget, I want all your skirts to be at least six inches above the knee."
I turned to the girl and said, "I was looking for some denim skirts - short and snug for summer wear - and some bare tops as well as some blouses. My aunt says I should wear my skirts shorter than I like, so that's why we are here." The sales girl asked my size, and I said, "You better measure me, as I have lost some weight." She measured and said, "I have just the things for you," and went to get them. When she returned, she had half a dozen skirts, tops, and blouses. Aunt Sinthia said, "Go try each one on and model it for me, Francie dear." Once again, I was starting to blush. I did what I was told and came out with the first skirt and top. It was really short, and my stocking tops showed. "Well, you won't be in garters and stockings all the time, dear, so those will do, especially for school. My, your ass looks really great, doesn't it, Kay?" she said.
The sales girl gave me more outfits, and I modeled each one. The blouses were really silky, and we took three of them. We ended up with three skirts and three blouses, along with two tank tops, all in very feminine colors. Then, we went next door to Marianne's. They hadn't the right white suit at the other store, but here they had a doozy. Tight, short straight skirt and wide lapel jacket. I was given a silk teddy to wear underneath, and it was a perfect combination. "I think you'll wear that to cocktails one of these nights on our trip," said Aunt Sinthia. "We'll take it." The sales girl said, as she was wrapping everything up, "I don't know how you can be so tightly corsetted, ma'am. I thought girls our age never wore such things." Aunt Sinthia said, "Well, I argue with her also, but she insists that she must have a perfect figure and that she will do anything for that... isn't that true, Francine?" I had no choice but to agree.
Kay said, "I think it's time for lunch, and I need a stop at the ladies' room. How about you, Francie?" I knew what she was up to. "I'm okay right now," I said in my best firm feminine voice. "Okay, but don't say we didn't warn you or give you the opportunity," she said with a wicked grin. She went off to the ladies' room, and I cornered Aunt Sinthia. "How much longer is this going to continue, and how much more do we have to humiliate me?" She said, without batting an eyelash, "You've a long way to go, Francine!"
"I told you that Ms. Johnson was very firm in her feelings about your lack of motivation and direction. For the rest of the summer, we are going to work on your motivation and direction. You are going to have several alternatives to consider, and when the summer is over, you'll have to make a choice. If you haven't made a choice, then we will assume that you want me to make that choice. It is my intention to show you what my possibilities may be. What happens to you is really up to you, every day in fact, so pay attention to my words."
I tried to respond to what she said. "But do I have to continue like we have so far today? I am miserable in this corset, and my fanny feels so odd. I am so humiliated by the way people are talking about me and the way they look at me. I'm not sure who thinks I am what? I mean, my face is obviously a man's face, especially without makeup, and those women in the stores made me feel like a total sissy after you told them." Aunt Sinthia replied, "Well, you are a sissy boy right now and will be till I let you be otherwise, but you'll have to beg and plead for more than this."
Kay returned, saying, "Oh, there's nothing like a good pee when you really have to." Aunt Sinthia said, "I'm sure Francie will learn that in time. Let's have lunch, why don't we." We went into a restaurant and were seated in a booth. When the menus came, Kay said, "I'll order for Francie." The waitress said fine and took out her pad. "Kay said, "She'll have half a grapefruit, some grapefruit juice, and some salad with vinegar and oil dressing - light on the oil. Oh, and water all around as well as coffee." She ordered a nice juicy hamburger for herself, and so did Aunt Sinthia. I questioned her, saying, "Why so little for me, and isn't that much grapefruit a diuretic?" She answered that it was necessary to make sure my complexion stayed clear. The meal came, and I ate what little there was for me. Aunt Sinthia said, "I want you to drink all that water and juice, dear girl, it's important for your body and especially your skin." I did as I was told and could feel myself filling up!
We paid for our meal and left, headed for the next shop. It turned out to be Clothes Time, and once again, I was blushing. They picked out half a dozen party dresses and some everyday "work clothes" as they called them. I was forced to try each dress on and to model it for them. Aunt Sinthia selected three dresses, and then came the "work clothes." "I am arranging a summer job for you," said Aunt Sinthia, "so you'll need some clothes for that. We'll start off today with some skirts and tops, and tomorrow and the next day, we'll round out everything. I am sure glad your trust account is so fat!" she concluded.
We went over to the skirt rack, and she selected half a dozen styles, all short and bare, for me to "try on." I went back into the dressing room and slipped out of my jeans. Aunt Sinthia handed me the spike-heeled white pumps we had bought from Gina and said, "Wear these with the skirt so I can see the leg and fanny line in proper proportion." I slipped into the skirt, realizing it was a stretch skirt which clung to my body, following every curve. It tucked way under, hugging the bottom of my ass! I slipped on the heels and almost fell over trying to walk.
When I stepped out of the dressing room, I realized how poor the T-shirt top looked. Aunt Sinthia commanded, "Stand up straight and push your hips forward when you walk! That's better... Look, Kay," she said, "it really shows her sexy ass, and that bare fanny panty really gives her a lot of 'rumble seat.' The boys will love it... she'll always have a full dance card." I was blushing so badly from all this. The sales girls said, "I don't know how you can wear heels like that, I couldn't. What kind of work do you do that calls for that look?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "She's going to be a cocktail waitress at the bowling alley in Santa Cruz."
"Won't she be on her feet for most of her shifts?" asked the sales girl. "Yes, but she so much wants to attract men, as clients, and for that matter other women, that she'll do anything to attract attention. That's why we are after the really body-hugging skirts and sexy tops," answered Kay. Aunt Sinthia added, "Honey, we're professional girls, and she does tricks for me at $200 an hour. She gives the best head in the business... don't you, Francie?" she said as she turned to me. I was mortified, but because of the whipping I had received earlier, I replied, "Yes."
The girl knew exactly what we needed and proceeded to bring me hotter and hotter items to try on. It never seemed to end, and the pile of clothes we were taking didn't end either. Kay said, "You know, we need some heels in other colors and some more casual clothes."I am also worried about body hair and the other things on your list. There's also the problem of tonight and our cocktail dates. We really ought to get on with things. We finally finished up at Clothes Time and headed for the car to store our purchases in the trunk.
Then it was back to the mall. My feet hurt from the way those low white pumps squeezed my foot. I dare not complain, I realized, as who knows what they would do next. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt Sinthia," I said. "Sorry, dear girl, you had your chance. We can't spare the time." Our next stop was an earring place. I was told to look at different styles while Kay and Aunt Sinthia talked to the proprietor.
Kay took my hand and led me to the back room of the shop, sitting me down in a chair that looked like a barber chair. All of a sudden, my wrists were strapped to the chair by Aunt Sinthia and Kay. The girl who came in fastened a large belt around my waist, holding me tightly in the chair.
She said to Aunt Sinthia, "You're sure you want triples?" Aunt Sinthia told her, "Positive, but I want the bottom ones to be set up so different sets of actual earrings can be added to them, and I want a loop firm enough that would take several pairs of much longer heavy ones!" The girl said okay and took out a bunch of instruments. She cleansed my ears and proceeded to punch holes through each lobe. I squealed at the sharp pain, and a kind of euphoria swept over me as she inserted the special studs.
"Ma'am, this first stud has a special loop on it that will allow you to hook as many as four pairs of heavy drop earrings on each side to create whatever effect you wish. This will give you the ability to send any message to someone you might wish to. The pain from the insertion was intense and then subsided. "You won't be able to remove these 14 karat studs, but the rings will be removable. I am afraid these studs will be with you for life, but that's what your guardian said you wished," she continued. "These next piercings are 1 carat CZ studs and they are removable. The last set of piercings are black, and they depict two rings with crosses on them, the feminine sex symbols, intertwined to show the pairing of two female personalities. They are very popular with our lesbian customers, in fact they use them as recognition signs. I am sure you will be hit on by many a pretty lesbian and as well some really masculine women." She next pierced me for the CZ studs and then the sex symbol studs.
"Your guardian has requested that these also be non-removable, so I have made them permanent," she said. I didn't know what to say. I was in shock. This had all transpired in a matter of 15 minutes. I was marked for life as a result. "These must be cleansed with alcohol three times daily for the next few weeks until the holes are healed, and of course that will sting. Your guardian has selected this pair of drop earrings for today. They were metal, of course, with little wind chime-like parts, and I suspected that they made noise when a person moved. She has also chosen several other pairs. She showed them to me. They all looked so large and heavy."
She hooked the pair Aunt Sinthia had chosen onto the loops and released them. Their weight was a surprise. She held a mirror for me to look at myself. I had to turn my head to see the earrings, and the movement made them tug heavily at my ear lobes. True to my expectation, they tinkled like wind chimes. Wonderful, I thought, more torture to endure, and of course I knew I would be getting lots of attention due to the tinkling every time I moved my head the slightest bit.
I was released from the chair and told to "Stand up straight and push your hips forward like I've been telling you!" yelled Aunt Sinthia. She reached in her purse and took out a leather hand whip. Savagely, she slashed me across the bottom. I yelped in pain as she did it. She turned to the girl and said, "You know with these sissy 'boys', you have to keep them in line. They think being a woman is so easy... they have no idea what we go through!"
The girl said, "I thought his face looked awfully masculine, but how did you achieve the figure?" Aunt Sinthia said, "He'll be happy to show you, won't you Francie. Take off your T-shirt and your jeans and show this young lady how you are figure-trained." I whined, "Please don't make me humiliate myself any more, please!" The whip slashed again, and I jumped in pain.
I lifted up the T-shirt top, exposing my bra and falsies. She began to snicker and giggle. I started to get a tear in my eye. "Now the jeans, you little slutty sissy," said Aunt Sinthia. I unzipped the jeans and let them slide to my ankles. Aunt Sinthia said, "Don't you just love the way she drops her pants on command?" The sales girl said, "Oh, I love the corset, but isn't it too loose on him. I mean, it seems to have at least an inch here in back that you take up."
Aunt Sinthia said, "Now unzip your ankles and take off the jeans and your socks. I want her to see your lovely pedicure through the white hose." Turning back to the sales girl, who was exploring the garters and saying, "These garters get me all hot. Do you mind if I examine how well he is 'tucked'?" "Be my guest," said Aunt Sinthia, at which point the girl's hand explored my crotch. Her fingers probed, intentionally trying to excite me. She found the head of my sex and then, to my great shock, pinched it violently! I almost bent over double in pain. She said, "I hate men, and I just love to inflict as much embarrassment and pain on them as it is possible to do." With that, she pinched me again, even more viciously. Tears gushed.
Then she reached up under my bra and started on one nipple. She pinched, squeezed, and then her nail dug in painfully. "You know, we can arrange nipple piercing if you wish," said the girl. My poor member began to weep, and a moist spot appeared on the panty girdle crotch between my legs. She switched to the other nipple and was even more aggressive in her treatment of it. Then she began to explore my tuck once more. "She's wet down here. Did you give her permission to enjoy herself?" she said to Aunt Sinthia.
Aunt Sinthia handed her the crop and said, "Those fluffy bare cheeks are yours to abuse and punish. Show Kay and I how good a job you can do, and maybe we'll have you participate in our parties this week." Kay smiled as the girl started on my bottom. I couldn't move away as I still had the jeans around my ankles. I was trapped and got the whipping of my life. My fanny got so hot that I almost fainted. After more than twenty strokes to both cheeks, she stopped. There was a gleam in her eye that I had never seen except when Aunt Sinthia and Kay played sexually. She actually had a line of small sweat beads on her upper lip, and her nostrils were slightly flared. I would hate to belong to her, I thought to myself. I was told to get dressed, which I did. The girl and Aunt Sinthia exchanged phone numbers, and I overheard something about "night after next we'll play."
When I had myself all together, but still not composed, we left for the next shop. My fanny hurt so bad that I tried rubbing it to ease the pain and burning. That only attracted more attention from the men in the mall. Our next stop was the Hanes hosiery shop. There I was told, "You are to pick out a dozen and a half styles and colors of pantyhose, the same for stockings and a dozen or two pairs of their sexiest panties. We will observe from outside. If we don't like how you behave, we will intervene. When you are ready to pay for them, I will come in and pay," said Aunt Sinthia.
I went in and started going through styles and colors. I knew Aunt Sinthia liked patterned hose, but I knew she also liked sheer dark hose. The sales girl asked, "Are these for you, ma'am?" I mumbled, "Yes, for me." By the time I was through, I had more than 18 different styles and colors picked out. "How much?" I asked. Just then, Aunt Sinthia came in and said, "Frank, do you have mesh and fishnet ones?" The sales girl said, "Frank, are you a man?" I turned beet red as Aunt Sinthia responded. "Yes, this male sissy is just that - a man, but in name only. He's a sissy boy who loves to parade around in women's clothing... aren't you?" she said, turning to me. Once again, they had humiliated me beyond belief.
The girl brought out three pairs of fishnet tights and several pairs of fishnet stockings as well. Aunt Sinthia paid for everything and said as she left, "I don't know what we are to do with him, he's such a slutty example," smiling mischievously to herself and Kay. Our next stop was a high-class shop that featured Gianni Versace clothes. I begged Aunt Sinthia, "Please, please don't be so cruel and humiliate me that way. I beg you," with more tears coming to my eyes. "Well, if you really would try to act more feminine and would ask for some makeup or other help, perhaps I might not be so cruel. Again, Francie, there is no initiative on your part!"
As we entered the shop, a well-dressed young sales girl approached. "May I help you ladies?" she asked. Aunt Sinthia said, "We were interested in the outfit shown in the November Vanity Fair. You know, the 'ultra-short suit dress in pinstripes'." The girl said she had that in and wanted to know if we were interested in the entire outfit or just the dress. "My nephew, oops I mean 'niece' here is interested in the entire look. 'She' is getting a complete makeover, even to the point of that hairstyle, and thinks the outfit is just what she wants for her better-class johns." The girl smiled knowingly.
"Here it is, along with the fishnet white sockettes and the black patent spike heels."The outfit had a jacket that was double-breasted in black with white pinstripes. "It comes with a very, very mini skirt and shorts which are equally brief," she said. Aunt Sinthia said, "Go try it on with the skirt and jacket. Slip the heels on, and we'll save the sockettes for later." I did as I was told and came back out. The skirt was so short that it fully exposed my stocking tops and showed all of my garters.
She held up the sockettes for me to see. "See, dear Francie, these are really little anklets that are fishnet. However, for everyday wear, you won't have the stockings and garters. Instead, you'll go bare-legged and wear these little anklets. The skirt and shorts are so very short that almost everything will show except what is covered by your panties. Since those will be a very high French cut or thong style, they won't show, but the boys will love those thigh tops and cheek bottoms. They will flash as you walk or dance, and I know you'll be dancing!" said Aunt Sinthia.
"She could actually wear it that way, with the stockings and garters, if she was 'trolling' or 'playing for pay,'" said the girl. "All the undies should, however, be in black. Actually, the really kinky set would love that look. There are bars here in town where she could really connect dressed like that." Aunt Sinthia said, "We have the full set of undies and corset in black and also a set in red and a set in pink." The girl came back with a similar outfit in pink, and I was forced to try it on. The result was the same, but then the girl told us she had the same styles in red and winter white. Each was brought out, and I was made to model them.
While this was going on, I told Aunt Sinthia that I had to go to the bathroom. She told me I had to wait and, by the way, "say you have to go potty."
The girl said as she was ringing up the $2,000 sale, "For a sissy boy, he's not bad, but he really needs makeup." Oh god, I realized, she also knew. Once again, I blushed a deep beet-red color because of the humiliation and embarrassment. "With her figure and the clothes you are getting for her, I know just the man to eat her alive, and she could probably make $1,000 in one night with him," she said. Once again, Kay and the girl exchanged addresses, numbers, and the name of the man. Kay said to her, with a terrible grin on her face, "We just love to embarrass and humiliate our little sissy. He never has any ambition and motivation, so we'll just keep on doing things that amuse us, no matter how they humiliate and embarrass 'her' and no matter what 'she' thinks about it."
The girl also told Aunt Sinthia, "There is a special shop in San Francisco you ought to visit with your sissy boy. It's called Foxy Lady Boutique. It's in the Mission District, and I know they cater to sissies and TVs. The owner really does provide a lot of service, and they have all the sizes and paraphernalia to make him over completely." Aunt Sinthia took time to write that down and ask for directions. "Perhaps we'll go up there later this week. I want to take her dancing at some of the gay clubs and, of course, I want to take her to some of the Leather bars." The girl said, "A great idea, but be sure and get her a submissive collar before you go." I could tell from the expression on Aunt Sinthia's face when the girl said that, I was in for more humiliation and embarrassment.
So far, we had been at this trip for only five hours, but I was a wreck. Aunt Sinthia and her wicked friend Kay had exposed me, embarrassed me, humiliated me, and generally destroyed my self-esteem in a dozen stores in this mall. I knew it had literally hundreds of stores for them to "play in." I was corsetted, stockinged (which were not generally visible), in little two-inch heels, skin-tight girls' jeans, with my ears pierced three times on each side. I was wearing a pair of tinkly earrings which made noise when my head moved, a barely-there T-shirt that had no sleeves, and a padded bra. They had purposely avoided any makeup for me, so my masculine features showed through quite clearly.
That's how they were parading me through the mall from store to store. It was almost 5 p.m., and I knew they had nighttime plans to further humiliate me. However, we next stopped at an all-girls store which featured all kinds of new-wave clothes. "I want some Daisy Dukes for my sissy nephew," said Aunt Sinthia to the sales girl who approached us. She replied, "You mean this is a boy?" she said to Aunt Sinthia. "Oh yes, he's a real sissy too, and I want only the most feminine things for him." I intervened, "Aunt Sinthia, I really have to go potty very bad!" "Too bad, you had your choice earlier," she responded. The pressure of the corset and the tight panty girdle were making me very uncomfortable, but she would allow me no relief. I even felt like the tampon might not be holding in the melted ice cubes from the morning. I felt so bloated and uncomfortable.
"Well, you certainly have picked the hottest, sexiest of items," the sales girl said. "You know, don't you, they show half the full fanny cheek and are a real invitation to play?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "Of course I do. I want them in every color and style you have, especially the most exaggerated cuts that tease the most. However, I also want 'her' to have some of those really skinny-leg tight denim shorts the girls wear, you know the ones they call 'crotch cutters.'" The girl took out a tape measure and checked my hips and waist, nodding approvingly as she made a mental note of my size. She then picked out half a dozen pairs of the Daisy Dukes in different colors.
Aunt Sinthia approved of all of them and picked out two styles that she told the girl she wanted in her size also. Now why, I wondered, would she want something like that for herself? I mean, if she wore them, it would really attract attention! She paid the bill, and we headed for what she called "one more shop for today." We ended up at a high-class Pet Store and went in. She asked the owner, "Do you have any large-size rhinestone collars, say in 14 or 15-inch length, but just covered in rhinestones?" He said he did and directed us to the area they were displayed in.
He showed several colors to Aunt Sinthia and asked what type of dog it was for. Aunt Sinthia, in her most demeaning manner, said, "It's for my sissy here. I want him always to wear a collar, even when he is in his most 'she-she' dress or...when she has nothing else on." He looked at me with total disgust, and I was mortified. She tried one in red on me for size and, when she found the right size, she ordered one in every color he had. I ended up leaving the store wearing one in red. I was beet-red with embarrassment because she also bought several leashes in different colors to match or mix with the various colored collars.
With those little wind-chime earrings and now the collar, I attracted so much attention it was humiliating. I was sure everyone could tell I was a real perverted sissy. We headed for the car and what turned out to be a big airport hotel - The San Jose Hyatt. They checked in, with me waiting in the lobby in a chair. The bellman took our luggage up to our two-room suite. Aunt Sinthia said, "We have this for a week, and during that time, you are going to learn what motivation is all about. We are going to change you so much that you will beg for one of two things, but in either case, you will be self-driven to want more than you have now!"
I was told to remove all my clothes and draw a bath. I did what I was told and proceeded to strip, dropping my clothes in a pile. That's all it took for Aunt Sinthia to get furious. "You will have to learn to take better care of your new clothes, as these are all you'll have. Yes, 'all you have.' While we were leaving today, I had the Goodwill people come and take everything you owned in the way of clothes. What you are buying is what you will own. If you ruin things, you'll pay the price of my anger." I still had the bare-fanny panty girdle on when she grabbed my wrist and spun me over her lap.
I don't know where she got the ping-pong paddle, but she proceeded to give me the whipping of my life. I mean, I kicked my feet up and down and cried until I ran tears. My bottom got so red-hot and was stinging so badly, I thought it would never stop. I actually found myself getting excited from it all, and I started to get an erection. She felt it and rolled me on the floor. She reached down and pinched me so hard that I thought she broke the skin. I had an ejaculation in the panty girdle.
Aunt Sinthia saw the wet spot growing and said, "I never gave you permission to do that. Take them off and clean that spot with your mouth - completely!" I pulled off the panty girdle and began licking my cum from the inside. It tasted so strange and made my head spin at the thought of it. Was this what a woman experienced when she gave head to a man, I wondered? Just then, Aunt Sinthia took a picture of me with her Polaroid camera. I turned beet-red all over, and she shot another photo. The prints showed an obvious sissy, earring, a flaming red bottom, limp penis, and eating the crotch of a panty girdle. "I'm sure your fellow classmates would love to see this and the ones Kay took secretly at the mall today," she said wickedly.
I was told to go take a soaking tub bath and that "Kay would be in to guide me in about 20 minutes." Oh wonderful, I thought to myself - Ms. Bitch herself. That woman had no humanity in her. Well, she came in after about half an hour and said, "Stand up, you big sissy." I wanted to hide my limp penis, but she said, "Arms out at your side and palms up." She took a can of foaming solution and said, "Cover your body in this from your neck down."I realized it was hair removal product I had seen at home in Aunt Sinthia's bathroom.
While I stood there, I felt a stinging on my skin, and then Kay told me to shower off completely using a brisk scrubbing motion with a face cloth. I normally have very little hair on my body, and after this, I was satin smooth. Next, I was made to cover my body with a Lancôme sun tan potion. I was told not to cover my genitals but everywhere else. As it turned out, I left a triangle-shaped patch uncovered by the tanning cream. As I sat there starkers, Aunt Sinthia said, "While that sets up for the next hour, I am going to style your hair and do your makeup. You have a date tonight!"
I sat on a white towel, with nothing on, and I could feel the tanning cream beginning to dry. My skin was becoming a soft but deep golden color, as if I was a nude sunbather. First, Aunt Sinthia put my hair up in hot rollers. Then she started on my face. She started to gently shape my eyebrows, saying, "I'll leave them full tonight so tomorrow, the technician will have something to work with." There was no doubt, however, that they had a decidedly non-masculine curve to them. Then, after going over my face with a magnifying glass and a razor, I realized that my face was also satiny smooth.
She started with a cream from Adrien Arpel that filled in little lines and made my skin look more smooth. Then a moisturizer, followed by a glistener, and then a cream base. Then she began on my eyes before she did any more on my face, saying, "we do the eyes at this point to make sure we don't have aced dropping onto perfect skin. That way, we are not having to cover up a base with too thick a layer of powder." When that had set a little, she powdered my face carefully, pressing the puff firmly into my skin. My complexion looked flawless when she said, "now we have a canvas to do some real artwork on." My eyes were so smoky and sexy, I was shocked.
I asked her, "what kind of date have you planned for me? Am I going to be humiliated and embarrassed all night as you did today? Is the person gentle? What am I expected to do?" She answered, "before I answer those questions, go look in the bag on the bed." In it, I found a sexy black garter belt and some seamed stockings in sheer black. "I want you to put on the garter belt, and then we'll do your stockings. It is necessary for your feet to begin accustoming themselves to those killer black 'hooker' heels we bought today, as they are what you are wearing tonight."
I did as I was told and sat back down on the dressing table bench. I pulled the stockings on as Aunt Sinthia coached me, and soon I was wrestling to get the seams straight. It was a terror, but finally, I managed with her help to get them ruler straight. She warned me, "If I ever catch you with crooked seams, you'll get a caning in public, if appropriate, till you can't sit down. A girl never...never...never...allows herself to be seen in crooked seams. It says all kinds of bad things about you, and it is totally unacceptable to me or Kay!"
Aunt Sinthia found the box with the black stiletto pumps. These also had a cutout in the toe that showed a lot of nail color. They had done my toes in an iridescent red that showed unbelievably brightly through the black hose. She forced each shoe on the respective foot. "Now, Francie dear, these will warm and shape to your foot, somewhat, but they will force your whole torso into an exaggerated hips-forward posture. It will take every bit of personal concentration and self-determination for you to keep from falling. That is one of their purposes - you will have to concentrate on an objective."
Once she had done that, she started working on and talking about my makeup. "Over the next week, you'll learn how to do this yourself, and over the summer, you'll become an expert at it." Then she sculpted my cheeks and outlined my jaw in a way that hid its masculine lines. She successfully camouflaged what little Adam's Apple I had until nothing showed. I found my eyes looking down at my feet in those exotic skyscraper heels. Even sitting down, they forced a whole change in my calf muscles. Thank god I wasn't blocky in my muscle structure due to my swimming. The shoes were squeezing my feet terribly, but the pretty toes peeking through the cutout were actually exciting. I found myself hoping that my 'date' didn't think they were too provocative or that I was some kind of slut.
As the last step in the makeup, Aunt Sinthia outlined my lip line in a dark red shade of lip liner pencil. Then she put a lipstick base on my lips designed to close up the cracks in my lips. Then a color coat in a red Revlon lipstick that matched my toes. Next came a powder coat pressed into my lips and then another color coat. Finally, she put a gloss coat on that looked like I had wildly wet lips.
The gloss had a slight mother-of-pearl to it, and she said, "I know you won't like this, but the men say that this makes your lips look like they have a trace of cum on them. They are turned on wildly by it. However, if your date says something like that to you, be prepared as he will probably want you to relieve him by sucking him off! That is something you will not be able to avoid. If you are forced to relieve, you had better do a good job or he may beat you up. As for the others, you had better be prepared to spend a lot of time fending off undesirable suitors as you are too hot looking."
By this time, my hair was ready, but Aunt Sinthia wanted to dress me before she finished my hair. Just then, Kay came out of the shower and roared her approval. She is such a statuesque woman with a stupendous full bosom. Aunt Sinthia said she was going to finish dressing me and then she would shower and get ready for tonight. She asked Kay if she would do my nails when I was all ready and could sit still. Kay agreed, but said, "I took a little time today to have a special harness made for our girl so she won't be embarrassed by an accident tonight."
She went back to the other bedroom and brought out a small leather strip with a buckle and ring on it. "Come here, sissy girl," she said to me. I did my best to walk as Aunt Sinthia had described, and didn't do too bad. "Now you stand there - absolutely still and don't you even move your hands," she said firmly. She took the small strap and fastened it around my penis, just behind the glans. She buckled it very tightly.
Then, she took a length of black nylon cord and divided it in half so there were two ends at one end and a simple loop at the other. She slipped the loop through the ring and then threaded the loose end through the loop. I was starting to get excited, but the leather strap kept me from getting an erection. Then, without any warning, she pushed the long loose end between my leg and spun me around so fast I almost fell in those heels.
She held my hips while Aunt Sinthia forced each testicle up into my body cavity. The pain was total agony, and I became very faint. "You'll understand in a little bit why I did this," she said almost apologetically. Then I felt her pull the cord ends so that my penis was pulled completely up between my thighs, completely out of sight. Without testicles to be in the way, I was very smooth and actually had a wide cleft and what might look like pussy lips.
At my back, about the point where my waist was, Aunt Sinthia tied a knot and then she looped the remaining length around to the front of my waist and then again around to the back. At that point, she tied the ends into a double knot. "Aunt Sinthia," I whined, "I'm scared, and now I have to pee." She led me to the potty and said, "Why, my dear 'girl', sit down and pee, but be sure to wipe yourself when you get up, as I am afraid you'll be a bit wet." It worked, and as she said, I was quite wet from the way things were positioned.
Aunt Sinthia said to me, "It's time to change your tampon, honey. Find the string and pull it out by the string. Don't let it fall into the toilet, however, as it might clog the plumbing. We girls always try to dispose of those things in a box you usually find in the stall." I did as I was told and had a really strange feeling as the bloated tampon came out. I wiped off, and then Kay said, "Now we are going to add a special sensation for you, which you will do on a regular daily basis. This bulb syringe has a solution of Premarin cream and water in it. The tip of the syringe is long enough to go way up your bottom. Insert it and squeeze hard... again..."
Oh, what a strange feeling. It was as if I had someone in me, and he came with a massive load. Kay continued, "Good, now here, dear sissy, is a replacement tampon for you. Go ahead, put it in...yes, all the way." Oh, my god, I said as I plunged the tampon in, and my rosebud closed over it. Another incredible rush of emotion hit me. "Now, dear girl, that will make sure you have no unseemly leakage through your evening."
As I stood up straight, I was told to walk to the living room and back. Those horrible heels made me sway and weave like a drunken sailor. The strong tug of the garters on my stockings was an evil reminder of how trashy I was. Worse, however, was the effect of my thighs and stocking tops rubbing on the tied-down head of my hidden sex. I tried to walk without my thighs touching, and that made my gait even more exaggerated. "Good," said Aunt Sinthia, "she is beginning to move like a real sissy." Kay had finished dressing and was in a hot leather two-piece suit. When she came back, Aunt Sinthia said to her, "I want you to get her undies on her and make her keep practicing her walk. You might also put a couple of coats of red polish on her nails to cover that high school pink and match her lipstick and toenails."When I am dressed, we'll put the rest of her clothes on her and finish her hair. By then John should be here for her. For her? What did that mean?
Kay helped me with the black lace bra and the heavy bust forms. They obviously showed a nipple through the sheer fabric. Then I was given a very brief thong bikini panty to put on and lastly the bare fanny girdle. Once again Kay used the opportunity to force a lot of cheek out of the cutout space so my buttocks were very pronounced. The fabric of the panty girdle was doing a real number on my male sex. Kay checked, and when she had me feel it, the entire crotch area was a deep valley with nothing even remotely indicating anything but a feminine body.
"Now let's do her corset," said Aunt Sinthia. "Oh no, I pleaded, "can't you just do that waist cincher you bought and the wide leather belt you normally wear, Aunt Sinthia?" I whined. She replied, "you know, Kay, we do want her loose for John and dancing, and we can achieve the hourglass figure we want with that waist cincher. I can wear a gold chain on my waist tonight, and that will send another message in case there are playmates here tonight."
She turned to me and said, "you know, the line of your figure will actually be more exaggerated and will attract more attention in the bar and in the lounge where the dancing is. Are you sure you have the wherewithal to handle that?" "Oh yes," I pleaded, "I am so shrunk already, and if you want me to entertain this man properly, I must be able to move." Kay brought out the well-boned and exaggeratedly shaped waist cincher. It was placed around my waist, and they began to pull and tug at the laces. I felt myself being squeezed in at the middle, and my breath becoming shorter and shorter.
Aunt Sinthia was right, the shape was definitely more exaggerated, and it was obvious that I was severely figure-trained. This way, my hips had more freedom, and I knew my ass would move more provocatively. I didn't care, however, as I was happy to not have the upper body restriction. My waist had been taken down almost 6 inches, and I had to either sit upright or stand all the time.
Then Kay did my nails in the two coats of iridescent red polish Aunt Sinthia wanted, and I was made to continue walking practice. My calf muscles were screaming in agony, but I was mastering the heels. I found myself saying, "I hope this guy is worth the effort." Then I recoiled in shock at the essence of what I was saying, if even just to myself. What had happened to me since yesterday? Aunt Sinthia finished dressing and came out in a stunning champagne silk blouse with a deep vee neck and a black kid skirt that had to be mid-thigh length. Her heels were as bad as mine!
"Well, let's show her the skirt we bought for her and do her hair. I want those nails really dry so if she has to undress tonight, she won't ruin the clothes with polish." Kay reached into a bag and took out a skirt that was at best 19 inches long. However, when she unfolded it, it looked no bigger than a large "tube top." She put both arms in the skirt and stretched it in several directions, saying, "dear sweet slutty sissy, this will hug every inch of that beautiful fanny and the shape of your upper thighs. It truly has a Latin fanny."
She also handed me a gold pair of long earrings that tinkled just like the silver ones I had on earlier. I hooked them to the loops in my newly pierced ears. They were much longer and more noisy than the daytime ones.
Aunt Sinthia added, "You will be so attractive that your date, that hulk of a football player, will be crazy about you. That way, you won't have to show any initiative at all, and on top of that, he'll have to fight off every other man in the bar. You'll love the attention, and as Kay said earlier, you'll be begging for the right to have any initiative at all!" Now let's do your hair and get your skirt on (she giggled uncontrollably at that point).
I was so worried about everything. I felt so strange. There was no question I was hot looking. I bet they weren't even going to let me wear a slip under the skirt. They just wanted a totally sexual presentation, and I wasn't allowed any initiative or freedom of thought. It's as if I was a property they were marketing to every sexually active man and woman in town. I had no idea what would come about this evening and also they had said we were here for a week. | null | 1 | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Mistress_Kay/a_girls_place_is_the_mall.txt |
1,977 | Suzi Johnson | Sexual HERassment | "Listen, you moron, I've told you I'm not interested in dating you. You'd better get off my case, or I'll file sexual harassment charges against you!" These words should have struck fear into me, but I couldn't help myself. Since Mona had started working in my office, I found myself thinking about her constantly. She was drop-dead gorgeous, it's true, but so were plenty of other women. But there was just something about her that told me that she was someone special, something that had me after her like a dog in heat.
"But please, Mona, I can't explain why, I just can't help myself," I said to her on that fateful Thursday morning that would change my life forever. "I'd do anything for a date with you."
"Anything covers a lot of ground, buster, and I doubt you really mean anything," she replied.
"No, really, I do mean anything, Mona, I do!"
"You've really got it bad, don't you, Steve? And, unless I'm totally wrong, you not only want to date me, but you'd love to get inside my panties as well, wouldn't you?" I was speechless, as this was the first acknowledgement of any kind she had made to me - usually she just spurned my offers for a date with a curt, "Sorry, no." "Well, admit it, if that's the case. You'd do anything for that, right?" she persisted.
"Y...yes, you're right, Mona, I would do anything at all." She was just so beautiful, with a perfect figure, and long, wavy auburn hair. I was ready to do anything she asked for any crumb of attention she would throw my way.
"All right, let's see if you really mean it. We'll have a date Saturday night, but here are the ground rules. I'm not going to spend a dime for this date, and..." I cut her off, "of course, not, I'll pay for everything, don't be silly." "Shut up and listen - don't interrupt me. I mean not a dime, not even for clothes. Give me your charge card, so I can shop for what I need." This startled me a bit, but without a word, I handed her my gold American Express card. What could it cost me, a couple of hundred bucks? I'd said anything, and I meant it. If she wanted to get a new outfit from the deal, so what.
That was the end of our conversation, and when I got a call at lunchtime from Amex, saying that a woman was trying to use my card for a $150 purchase, I authorized her using it, promising that I would send in the form for another card, for my "fiancee" as soon as possible. I expected that Mona would return the card that afternoon, but she stopped by my office to tell me that she needed a "couple of more tiny things, you don't mind, do you dear?" At that point, in for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, so I told her that was fine. I didn't think any more about it, but when she called in sick the next day, I wondered if we were still on for Saturday. My question was answered that afternoon, when she called me and said, "Don't worry, I just took the day to get ready for our date. Be here at eight o'clock, OK?"
"Sure, eight's fine, I'll see you then." I spent all Friday night and Saturday thinking about our date, that I was finally going to see her socially. I rang her bell at a quarter to eight, not able to control myself to show up exactly on time, a fact she commented on when she answered the door in a silken dressing gown.
"Well, since you're here, come in and make yourself at home. Let me make you a drink."
"I'll be glad to do that, while you finish getting ready," I offered, but she replied, "Oh, no, that would make me a terrible hostess, what would you like?" I told her a scotch on the rocks would be fine, and in just a minute, she returned with my drink. "I know I've been stand-offish at work, but I'm not really that way. Would you like to come upstairs and see me putting on the lovely things you bought me?" Would I? You couldn't have kept me away. I followed her upstairs, and lay down on her bed as she suggested, taking a deep slug of the scotch. She watched me, and as I felt the room begin to spin and get dark, I saw an evil smile on her face.
When I woke up, I was totally disoriented, and didn't know where I was. The room I was in was pitch-black, and I had strange sensations all over. I couldn't move, but I didn't know why I felt so weird all over. There was a strong perfume scent in the air, and then I remembered arriving at Mona's house for our date, and the drink I had. She must have drugged me. A voice came out of the darkness, "Awake yet, Stevie?" and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I couldn't even turn my head, but looking straight ahead, I saw Mona framed in the doorway. "I know you can't move yet, the drug I put in your scotch is a mild paralytic, but just lay there and listen to me. I told you that you were harassing me, pestering me after I said `NO' to you several times, but you just couldn't accept that. You have no idea what a terrible thing sexual harassment is, but you'll find out now."
While my fuzzy mind tried to comprehend what she meant, she continued, "All your clothes, and your wallet are gone - not in the house anywhere, so when you can move, don't waste time looking for them, so you can escape. While you were unconscious, I, ah, spent my time getting you ready for your lessons. And, I took Polaroid pictures of the whole process, and they're someplace safe as well, and I know that you won't want them to appear in the office on Monday or any other day. So don't think that you can overpower me, because you are under my control now."
I could feel strength returning to my body, and I could feel that I was totally naked under the blanket. But why did the touch of the silk sheets feel so strange. And why did my face feel like there was something on it? I managed to get myself up, and the reason for the strange feeling became apparent. Every hair from the neck down had been shaved off my body! Mona stood still as I walked over to the full-length mirror and saw - my face made up in full cosmetics, including false eyelashes. When my hand involuntarily moved up to touch my cheek, I saw that deep red false nails had been attached to my fingertips. "What, what the hell is this," I yelled angrily. "Are you crazy - what have you done to me?"
"Me crazy? No, I don't think so, and neither would anyone who saw the pictures. One of the nice things about the drug I gave you, is that your eyes stay open all the time you're unconscious; you look like a willing participant in everything that went on!" I knew she had me, if that were true.
"Ok, enough of this, let me have my clothes back. I'm sorry if I harassed you, I promise to leave you totally alone from now on," I said.
"No, that's not good enough. I told you that you would have to learn what harassment was really like. And for the rest of tonight, you will learn." She stood there, as if daring me to defy her, in a long black evening gown and high, spike-heeled black patent leather pumps. I realized the spot I was in, but in spite of my predicament, standing there naked in front of her, I began to get an erection as I looked at her lovely self. She walked toward me, and slapped my cock down, saying, "you won't be needing that tonight!" As my cock shrank down, she walked over to her dresser, and took out a bunch of clothes, all lacy, white, feminine undergarments. "Start getting dressed now, Suzi, you sissy thing. I think Suzi is a perfect name for you from now on."
I knew I had no choice, so I took the frilly, ruffled white panties from her hand, and pulled them up over my cleanly shaven legs. Before I could pull them all the way up, she stopped me, and tied a white ribbon tightly around the base of my cock, then around the tip, pulling the two ends of the ribbon back between my legs, so that my cock disappeared from view. "We mustn't have your big clitty showing, should we?" she asked. I pulled the panties up the rest of the way, feeling the smooth caress of the silken material against my pulled-back cock, and thinking that I was in the hands of one really sick chick. Just how sick, I was still to find out!
She placed another garment on the bed, and told me to lay on top of it. She slipped my arms through the bra straps on the top of it, then proceeded to lace it on around me. It wasn't too bad at first, when she pulled it closed around my hips, but as she continued to lace it up, toward my waist, I could feel my body compressing. She showed no mercy, lacing it as tight as it could be, and I felt my body being ruthlessly shaped by the boning inside it. "Stand up, Suzi, so I can see how you look," she said, and when I did, a wave of dizziness swept over me from the unnatural pressures on my body. She slipped two pads inside the cups of the garment, adding to the flesh that had already been pushed and pulled into there, then slid the hanging garters through my panties, and told me to sit back down. The corset-like foundation garment held me rigidly upright, making it almost impossible to pull the sheer white stockings up over my now-sleek legs."You're starting to find out how much we women have to suffer to look beautiful for men, Suzi," she commented, watching me struggle to attach the six garters to the thigh-high nylons. For some reason, the touch of all these feminine things was somehow exciting, as the smoothness and silkiness sent sensations through my body.
She pointed to a pair of white high heels, at least 4 inches tall, and I stepped into them. It took me a few moments to get used to balancing on them - I felt like I was on top of a skyscraper. As I stood perched there, I felt the compression of my leg muscles from the unnatural way the heels had me standing with just the balls of my feet on the ground, and my heels raised up in the air. The touch of something being placed on my head brought me back, and I felt, and saw, a long, wavy auburn wig, identical to Mona's own hair being placed on my head. She started to talk in a low voice, "this is what I had to go through for him, the bastard, now it's payback time." I began to tremble, partly from balancing in the shoes, but mostly from her almost psychotic tone and words. I stood there, wondering what was next, and I was horrified to see her pull a wedding gown out of her closet! I began to get a feeling that I knew what had happened to her, she must have been jilted, and she was acting it out with me. The white satin sheath gown was lifted over my upraised arms and bewigged head, and it slid smoothly down around me. I felt her zipping up the back of the dress, compressing the rest of my body inside its tight shape.
I knew that I must look ridiculous in this get-up, but when she walked me over to look in the mirror, I was stunned by the virginal bride who looked back at me! "Yes, dear, you look perfect, a beautiful, blushing bride - but not a virgin." I didn't have time for that to sink in, when she continued, "I was testing you last night, dear, and you failed. You let me fuck you, just like the whore you really are. And today you dress in lying white, like the virgin you're not!" Her voice was low and rough, and I realized the final humiliation she had suffered. She had made love to her fiancée and then he had jilted her on their wedding day. No wonder she was so twisted and was doing this to me. I stood there, in shock, as she slipped out of her gown. She was naked underneath it, and, as scared as I was, I couldn't help staring at her absolutely perfect body. Her fiancée must have been out of his mind to let her get away.
I kept staring at her as she walked back to the dresser and pulled out a harness that she strapped around her waist and groin. There was a realistic rubber cock attached to it, a huge one that must have been 9" long and 2" around. "Do you want to touch it, dear," she asked, and when I hesitated, she ordered, "I said touch it!" My hand moved involuntarily toward it, and I looked at the contrast of my red-tipped nails against the flesh-colored shaft. "Do you want to suck it dear?" she continued. "N...no," I answered, and she glared at me with a look of pure hatred.
"I said, `Suck it,' bitch, get down on your knees and suck it." I could barely move in the dress and corset, and she smacked my head, causing me to lose my balance and fall. She kicked me in the side with her black high-heel shoe, and I managed to maneuver myself into a kneeling position in front of her. She pressed the cock against my ruby-red lips, forced it into my mouth and down into my throat. I gagged at the invading cock, as she pumped it in and out of my throat. "I knew you'd like it, dear, once you got used to it. Just keep sucking it." I didn't know what else to do, so I followed her instructions, and when one of my fingers brushed against her clit, she let out a moan. I took that as a good sign, and continued to finger her as she kept pumping the rubber dick in and out of me. When she gave out a loud cry of orgasm, I had hope that the terrible ordeal would finally be over.
She withdrew the cock, and helped me to my feet. I said, "I'm so thirsty from your big cock, can I have something to drink?" "Why, of course, dear, you sucked me so well, I'll get you some water," she said. She went into the bathroom, and I greedily drank at the glass she handed me. And I realized it was not over yet, as the room turned black again.
When I awakened for the second time, I remembered immediately what had happened, and I was not as disturbed by my inability to move. But this time, no sound intruded, and as I regained the movement of my limbs, I looked down and realized that I was still dressed in the women's underthings, but that my arms were now tied to the bedposts with a pair of nylons. I struggled to try to free myself, but only succeeded in making the knots tighter. I lay there, helpless, for what seemed like an hour, until Mona, still wearing the false cock, returned. "You've learned almost all your lessons, Suzi, just one more to go."
She came up on the bed, and knelt between my stockinged legs. "Yes, just one more thing you need to be a real woman, Suzi, a cock to fill your virgin pussy! Do you want to make it nice and wet before it goes into you, dear?" she asked, moving up the bed and putting the tip to my lips. I knew that there was no stopping her, and that the only hope I had that this monster wouldn't tear me in two was if it were lubricated. I licked and licked, wetting it as much as possible, then she moved back down between my legs. "I think I should play with your little clitty while I fuck you, dear, you'll enjoy that so much." She pulled off my panties, and untied the ribbon that had imprisoned my cock. She bent down and licked it, and to my horror, I saw it spring fully erect. The sensations from the clothes I wore, and the sight of this beautiful woman sucking me made me totally forget the situation I was in, as my cock acted with a mind of its own! She continued rubbing it with her hand, and when I erupted in a giant climax, she spread the cum over the tip of her cock. "That's nice, dear, your pussy-juice has my cock all wet," she said, as she began to enter my virgin ass. The sphincter muscle tightened, and she told me to "relax, and enjoy it" with an evil chuckle. The cum-lubricated cock slipped further inside me, and I felt a searing burning pain as I was impaled on it. "That's not too bad, is it, dear?" she asked, as she began to stroke my own cock into another involuntary erection.
She pumped in and out of my ass, as every nerve-ending screamed with pain, then as I got more excited from her handjob, the pain mixed with pleasure, and I felt my head explode with a sensual experience unlike any I had ever felt before. I sobbed with the emotions that ran through my body, and when Mona withdrew from me, I lay there, still bound to the bed. As my sobs subsided, the exhaustion I felt from my ordeal, and the aftereffects of the drugs I had been given made me fall asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was untied, and the clothing I had been wearing had been exchanged for a white babydoll nightgown and matching panties. My ass was sore, but the feel of the silk sheets, and the nylon outfit I wore, seemed strangely comfortable and soothing. My wig was still in place, and I could feel the remnants of the makeup on my face. I felt used and abused inside though, as the shameful memories of what Mona had done to me replayed inside my head. Mona, I thought, you really did teach me what it was like to be harassed. Suddenly, I saw her standing in the doorway, looking at me. Her eyes were red, as though she had been crying. "I guess we had two different ideas in mind when I asked if you wanted to get into my panties, huh?" she asked ruefully. "I'm a little sorry about what I did, unloading my psychological baggage on you, but you really had a lesson coming." She tried to hold her composure, but broke down and began to weep.
I jumped out of bed, putting my arms around her, to try to comfort her. "Shush, it's alright, I did have it coming," I whispered, "I understand what you must have gone through, I'm sorry." She allowed me to help her into the bed, and I lay beside her, stroking her gently. I kept comforting her, and said, "not all guys are like that, he must have been sick to begin with, I'm so, so sorry that you had to go through all that." As I lay there, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I began to get excited, in spite of myself. I willed myself to control my hands, so that I wouldn't frighten her away. She moved closer to me, and as she snuggled against me, she felt my erection under my panties.
"Would you make love to me, gently," she asked, "I have to get the bad memories out of my head."
"Are you sure?" I asked, and, when she looked into my eyes and nodded `yes', I began to tenderly stroke her, feeling her excitement mount. I touched her perfect breasts, and her nipples hardened under my fingers. I moved down between her legs, and began to lick her gently, then more firmly as her hands pressed my still-wigged head against her sweet pussy. She came once, then again almost immediately, and she pulled me up next to her. "Will you come inside me now, and make love to me?" she begged, and I didn't even remove the panties that confined my cock, just pulled them down, and I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. I moved gently in and out of her, feeling the suction of her tight hole around me. When I could hold back no longer, and she felt me coming inside her, she held me tight against her body, and whispered, "thank you, I...I love you."
We silently held each other for a long time, then she said, "I don't think I could have made love with you, if you weren't dressed like that. I was just hurt too badly by a man." I felt so close to her right then, that I said, "I don't care how I'm dressed when I make love to you. I just love you so much, that nothing else matters."The words that tumbled out shocked me, but as I thought about it, they began not to bother me at all. The feel of the silk sheets and the nylon gown felt wonderful against my body. I had the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, and we loved each other.
"I'll give you back the pictures, and the ah...the video tape I made last night, Steve," she said, "I couldn't punish you any more." Video tape, I asked myself, and the hazy image of a tripod in the corner of the room as she dressed me in the wedding gown came back to my conscious. "But, I'm afraid I did one thing that you're going to be very angry about - I cut up all your clothes last night, I hated the sight of anything male so much that I just cut them to ribbons!"
I looked down at my nylon-covered body, feeling the strange sensations still running through my body, and asked her shyly, "D...do you maybe have a few things I could borrow to go home in?" She ran her hands over my babydoll, through my wig, then traced around my lipsticked mouth with one dainty finger. "Do you mean, girl-things?" she asked, and when I whispered back, "yes, girl-things," she smiled at me. "Does that mean that everything that happened last night wasn't totally terrible for you?"
"Last night, and this morning, dear sweet Mona, no everything wasn't terrible," I answered. "And if you can't make love to me if I'm dressed as a man, then I'll just have to dress however you want me to dress, because I know that I want to make love to you again." We got out of bed, showered, and Mona helped me get into pantyhose, a pink bra and panty set, an oversized sweater and a wraparound skirt. I slipped into a pair of flats, feeling somewhat disappointed that I wasn't wearing heels, and Mona applied makeup appropriate for daytime to my face. Looking at me in the mirror, she assured me that even my best friend wouldn't recognize me the way I now looked. As the now-familiar sensations from the women's clothes I wore ran through me, I knew that my life would be far different now from what it had been before.
And I was so right: I've moved in with Mona, and while I don't "dress" all the time, I do sometimes just for the heck of it and, of course, whenever we make love. Mona says she still is bothered by the thoughts of her earlier mistreatment, but sometimes I wonder if that's really true. | null | null | Collections/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Suzi_Johnson/sexual_HERassment.txt |
2,015 | null | NEW AMMO | "Look, girl, you've got just two choices here. You can stop fighting and let me shoot you properly and neatly, or you can keep pissing me off and end up gut-shot and screaming. Now stop fucking around. You're the one who went and got herself sentenced to death, nobody else to blame but you."
The anger in his voice and the slap across her face finally quieted her down enough so he could finish securing her in place. She was naked, of course. Naked and tied to a horizontal pole that was placed at shoulder height. Her arms were spread out along it and were tied tightly to it. Rings in the floor held her feet still as she stood sobbing, head down and her long red hair falling over her face and smallish breasts. "Not such a bad little piece. Kind of sexy, too bad I've got to shoot her instead of just fucking her to death. Bet she'd be a good piece of ass."
With one last look, he walked away. "Should have read her history. Hell, I don't even know how old she is. Looks to be anywhere from fifteen to twenty or so. Wonder if she's a virgin?"
His mind's eye envisioned what she would look like as the new-style slug hit her. Thank God he was able to use a mount instead of having to hold the gun. This way, he wouldn't lose sight of her just as the bullet struck home. Otherwise, the recoil would deprive him of his favorite part of the job. He loved the split second when the living, breathing girl was transformed into a shattered ruin by his bullet. Soon, very soon.
The breech of the gun was open, waiting to be fed. The finger-sized round slid in, and he closed the bolt with a small snick. The laser sight came to life. Her downcast eyes noticed the bright red spot between her breasts, and once again, she started to scream and beg for her life. As he waited for her to quiet down, he thought about the new ammo he was using. Instead of being a hollow point or something like that, this stuff was supposed to be a lot better. It looked like a hollow point, but instead of being a solid piece that opened up, it was made of four separate parts. Four parts, with each piece connected to the other three by some kind of super-strong wire or strands. On impact, the parts would each move away from the others until the strands were tight. Then the pieces would continue through the body. But the wires were strong enough to slice through the soft organs like a cheese cutter. If it worked as well as promised, it would just destroy everything in its path.
She was tiring and slowly realizing that she was going to die. They always did, sooner or later. He waited, the safety off and the trigger release in his hand. He had time to wait for the second when she would stop and look up at him. It might take a few minutes, but she would. She would look him in the eye and just stand there, waiting. Waiting for the shot that would kill her.
"Come on, honey. Get over it. It's time, and you know it. There, now look at me, come on. Yes, such pretty green eyes. Are you ready? Time's up."
KABOOM! The new ammo exploded in the gun, launching the four-part slug on its way.
It was always odd how time seemed to change at this moment. It was as if he could watch in slow motion. For just a split second, he thought he could see everything as it happened. The burst of red as the hole appeared between the breasts. His mind saw the slug split, the wires spring tight, the flesh part as the wire slashed through like a sharp knife. Her heart and lungs sliced and diced and blasted. The great blood vessels parted. The splinters of bone adding their own destruction to the mess her chest was becoming. Then the wires dug into the spine. Not strong enough to cut the bone on the spine, they were more than enough to sever the cord before they broke and allowed the pieces to exit her back in a spray of blood and tissue.
The slender body was pushed back until the bindings on her ankles stopped her from going any further. It then recoiled toward him, and time resumed its normal pace. Deprived of blood and oxygen, her brain tried to live, but it was doomed. Somehow, she managed to lift her head just a bit. He hoped for one last look at those eyes and was rewarded. For an instant, they were joined. An instant he would always remember as one of the best things ever. An instant that held her last vision and her last thought.
Then it was over. She was just hanging from her bindings, no longer scared to die. Just hanging, waiting for the last indignity. He knew it was a wasted effort even as he did it, but it was part of the job. The sharp knife effortlessly opened her throat as he made sure she was dead. It then cut her bindings, and the thing that once had been a living girl fell to the blood-stained floor to be cleaned up with the rest of the mess. "Damn, that's some good shit. Made a hell of a mess."
-- Post Mortem Results On The First Use Of Tethered Slugs For Execution --
I am pleased to report that the tethered projectile has more than lived up to expectations. The first look report from the executioner was very favorable; he reported almost instant death with no blood flow following the severing of the neck arteries. He also noted indications of extreme energy transfer with the impact.
The post-mortem examination showed the following:
1. A single large entrance wound with evidence showing the separation of the four pieces upon impact.
2. Full separation within two inches of penetration.
3. Four wide wound channels from the separated sections.
4. The six tethers inflicted massive damage to whatever they encountered, for example, the heart was cut into five pieces, and the sections of the lungs within the area covered were excised neatly. There was also severe damage to the aortic arch and other blood vessels.
5. The tethers failed only upon impact with bone, but even then managed to sever the spinal cord before failing.
6. There were four large exit wounds in the back.
7. Secondary damage was noted from bone fragments typical of powerful slugs striking bone, in this case, the breastbone.
8. A large amount of pooled blood in the chest cavity.
9. Some indication of whip damage from the tethers as they failed.
It is concluded that the first report was correct in all aspects:
1. Death was almost instantaneous.
2. There was a large energy dump upon impact with the normal effects associated with such a dump.
3. The total damages from the tethered slug are noticeably greater than that of several normal rounds.
4. While the cost per round is several times greater with the tethered slug, it is felt the savings in labor and the reduction in weapons will more than cover the difference.
Recommendations:
1. The 12-gauge tethered slug be adopted as the standard load for executions by gunfire.
2. In view of the effectiveness of this ammo, the throat-cutting to ensure death should be used only in cases where the executioner has doubts about bullet placement or other factors that may have led to less than optimal results.
3. Further improvements in the tethers should be pursued, perhaps increasing the length or making them strong enough to overcome bones.
4. Notwithstanding recommendation #3, the development team is to be commended on a very nice piece of work. They have added a new capability to our arsenal. | null | null | Collections/lynn1212/execution and sacrifice/execution new ammo.wps.txt |
2,068 | null | The Execution of Kim Cho | "Kim Cho, you have been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. The law provides only one sentence for this crime, but allows me wide latitude in the way the sentence is carried out. Therefore, it is my judgment that you be taken from this court and transported to whatever place of execution the proper authorities deem proper, and there you be put to death by strangulation while naked. Such is the law, let it be enforced as soon as possible. May whatever god you worship have mercy upon you. Take her away."
With these words, Kim's doom was sealed. She was stripped before leaving the court and, wearing only chains, she was led out the front entrance of the building. The people in the street stared at the nude girl, and a few made comments supporting her sentence without knowing even what crime she had been found guilty of. A naked person in chains could only be a condemned criminal. Instead of being given a ride to wherever she was going to be killed, she was led staggering across the street to a small park. As a crowd gathered, she was seated in a low-backed wooden chair that was firmly staked to the ground.
Her arms were tightly bound to the arms of the chair, and her chains were removed. Tied as she was, the only thing Kim could do to salvage a small amount of modesty was to keep her legs firmly together and close her eyes. Somewhere, there was a rustle of paper. Then a loud voice-
"This person is named Kim Cho. She has been found guilty of the crime of drug smuggling. For this crime, she has been sentenced to death by strangulation. Now witness the carrying out of the sentence. See the results of committing such a crime and know that all who commit crimes will earn a similar fate."
Kim could feel all the eyes upon her. There was a sound behind her, steps. Then a cord was placed around her neck. She winced away from the deadly touch, but there was nowhere to go. However, instead of the killing pressure on her neck, there was more words and a wait. Whoever was speaking to the crowd was urging more people to stop and watch. It was quite a tableau - a young woman not even out of her teens, tied naked in a chair in the middle of a city park. She was good-looking, pretty even with small proud breasts, tiny waist, slender hips topping shapely legs. Then, all of a sudden, it was quiet.
At a signal she missed, the killing began. The cord was drawn tightly around her slim throat. The fight for life had started. Straining for any air at all, she was rewarded with small amounts of it. The pain was terrible, but she could still breathe. Forgotten was her concern over modesty. Her legs kicked and lifted her ass from the seat of the chair as she battled for her life. Those watching were getting one hell of a show. With the frantic movements of her legs, her pussy was being exposed to any who were in a place to see it. It was winking open and shut as her ass bounced in the chair. Her legs would pull her ass up and out, and then slam it back into the chair. The small tits heaved and shook with each try for air. Unable to scream in her agony, she instead gasped and gurgled. The man pulling on the cord was following his orders to make her suffer as much and as long as he could.
Blood dripped from her arms as the bonds cut into her flesh, restraining her. More blood leaked from her mouth and nose. She was dying and knew it. Still, she fought the inevitable, but she was weakening. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the frantic movements slowed. Finally, she went limp, the cord had won. Now it was pulled tighter, forever closing her throat. She lost control of her bladder and bowels. Her body no longer had the firmness it had in life. Although her heart still beat, she was dead. Once more, the deadly cord was pulled still tighter and was then tied off to finish the killing. Those close to her could see the pulse in her neck as the blood tried to find a way to get past the closed-off vessels. Then it too slowed and stopped as the heart stopped beating and started just quivering as it too died.
The body was untied from the chair and left on the ground until darkness came. Left to the crowd with just a single bored guard watching over it. That night, she was taken away to be disposed of, just like so much garbage. | null | null | Collections/lynn1212/execution and sacrifice/execution kim cho.txt |
2,133 | N/A | Revenge of the Nerd | "Morning, Di. Haven't seen you since high school, right? Seems like only yesterday, doesn't it?" I wandered into her house while she just stood there. She was still thin, blonde, and stacked. The young teen girl in the other room looked to be a carbon copy of her in a few years. My plan was working so far. Not that I ever had any doubts about it. Still, it's nice to have things go according to plan. Perhaps I should explain.
I was a nerd in school, with only a few friends [most of them as big losers as I was], and I got picked on a lot. Sound familiar? Every school has kids like that. Anyway, Di was one of the golden girls - cheerleader, class treasurer, student council, the whole thing. Her boyfriend [husband now] was the male version of her. Ever notice how some people who have it all need to still kick around those less favored by fate? Well, Di was very good at it. Hence my being here.
After graduation, I said the hell with it and joined the army. Turned out I was good at it too. Ended up in the Special Forces. Of course, they were taking anybody with the guts to make it in because of the war. What war, you ask? The well-known Southeast Asian War Games, the Nam, the war to stop the dominos. I spent most of my year in an A-team up in the mountains. Then, just as I was getting short, the company [read CIA] asked to borrow me for a while. It sounded like fun, so I extended for six months and went native. Ended up as an advisor to a 'yard tribe way back of beyond.
Now, the 'yards were the first people to live in the area but had been pushed back into the jungle by later settlers. They live real primitive but have a lot of knowledge, stuff outsiders never hear about. Not to brag, but we were able to kick some serious commie ass. I mean, those 'yards were some bad mother fuckers to mix with in their jungle. Mr. Charles soon learned to leave us alone. So there I was, the only white man for a long way, had a pretty girl to keep house for me [and other pleasures too], but not much to do. We had the area so quiet that the spooks asked me to sort of make it permanent. I had no problem as long as I could do things my way, so what the hell, I stayed. Led to interesting things.
In 'yard society, there were three important people: the chief, the eldest woman still functioning, and the shaman. There were others like the war chief [me at the time] and those on the council. I got to know the shaman real well [it was his daughter sleeping with me], and somehow I ended up as his apprentice. Most of what he taught me was basically worthless outside of the jungle. Most of it, but not all. I learned one art that I use to this day. I'm maybe the only non-'yard that was ever told about, much less taught, the art of nuk-ab-di. The words are meaningless even in their language, and there is no translation for the name. I believe it is left over from some dead tongue. Not important anyway.
Nuk-ab-di is the art of controlling another person's thoughts and actions. I could teach it, but I can't explain it with words. Within a couple of hundred feet, I can literally take over your thoughts and make you do anything at all. There are limits on how many people I can control at once, however. I can take one or two people under complete control, or I can influence up to maybe twenty if all I want to do is something simple. In-between, it sort of slides. I've managed to get quite rich with it and have a very successful security and "research" business. Think about it, I can make anybody tell me anything. Ever been to a big game where a star player just does something that loses the game against all the odds? Maybe I was in the stands and had money riding on the underdogs.
But enough about something you do not believe in anyway. The three of us were having a very nice talk. You know, about school and all that crap. To a person listening in, it would have sounded like two old friends reliving old times with a kid listening in and asking the odd question from time to time. However, while we were talking, I had the kid doing a very nice strip tease dance. She was damn good-looking too. Nice tits, not too big yet but with that perky bounce only the young have. Cute little bush [blonde] over a pussy that was still just a slit in her smooth skin. By the time she was done with the dance, I had her mom talking about her sex life from the first kiss until the present. Turned out she was not the hot momma everyone had thought. Had never had an orgasm except from doing herself. Hubby was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type. Kind of funny to think about it. She had driven the boys nuts in school with her cock-teasing ways, and now she's the one that needs and wants without relief.
It didn't take long before we all were naked. The teen and I sat and watched as mom played with some toys I brought with me. I also got to enjoy the soft, smooth skin covering her young body, all the skin, inside too. Di still had a nice rack, even if it did droop a bit. She was fuller in the butt than I remembered, but I knew I would enjoy her just fine when the time came. I let Di keep on playing, but had her watch as I took her daughter's cherry. From that point on, the girl just went crazy with passion. I made sure she enjoyed everything. I took her cherry, I came in her mouth, and I butt-fucked her. The spray in her cute little ass actually knocked her out as I came. I finished cumming in the warm hole before pulling out and letting her sleep it off. Mom got to lick me clean [I had no intention of kissing the bitch anyway] while I just fulfilled my long-held fantasies of playing with her body. I never liked her, but I always wanted her. Now she was mine.
Her cleaning became a pretty good blow job that soon had me hard once more. I made myself wait. Instead of just jumping on and fucking her, I got to stick other things inside her. I did not force the passion on either one of them. All I did was remove any reservations they had so they could let their bodies take over. Turned out Di loved anything that vibrated stuck anywhere, and two was a lot better than one. When I did plug into her, she was a wet mess with a vibrating butt plug in her asshole. Damn near fell in. Anyway, she just plain went goofy on me. I just held on and let her work. I sensed she was nearing her first-ever fucking orgasm and timed mine to hers. Thought I was going to be deaf in my left ear from her screams. Thank god there were no close neighbors; we'd have had the cops there for sure.
Once more, I got cleaned off by a pair of lips [daughter's this time, she'd come to and had caught the last part of the show] while we both caught our breaths. I really needed a break by now, so I had them play with each other. Nothing like a mother-daughter sex show to raise the dead. They both came as they sixty-nined, but it only spurred them on. Since mom was on top, I knelt behind her as they started up again. Her ass was just as tight as the kid's, and I popped into it, accompanied by a little squeal of surprise from Di as her virgin asshole was violated. Even with all the exercise I'd already had, the feel of being in her butt and the sight of the two bodies below me as they writhed in passion soon had me going like a teenager. Too bad I was a bit short on cum to bathe her with, but one cannot have everything. Still, there was enough to give her one last big "O".
I managed to get most of it on tape, even though I had to wear a mask. You never know when something like that might come in handy. And I said one last big "O" because I was not quite done getting even. I can leave commands that will last as long as I wish them to. I figured I'd leave some troubles behind me for them. First, I allowed them to remember what had happened as a very vivid dream, one so real they would always wonder if it had been real or not. Second, I basically turned the daughter into a slut. She became so desperate for another orgasm she'd fuck anybody, male or female, black, white or green, horse or dog. She had already become just as big a tease as her mother, so I figured it was time she delivered on the promises. Last, I made Di just as needy but took away her ability to achieve the orgasms she wanted so badly. I could just see her driving hubby crazy in bed at night. She would no longer accept his quickies as good enough, but his best efforts would still fall short.
I foresaw lots of fireworks. Affairs with both men and women, lots of masturbation both alone and in company, and maybe even incest. Should be interesting. I did feel guilty about the kid though. After all, it's not her fault she had assholes for parents. Maybe I would stop by for a visit sometime in the future. You know, check on just how things worked out and maybe to straighten her out. Maybe. | MC, MF, Mf | N/A | Collections/lynn1212/love sex incest other/ mind control revenge of the nerd.wps.txt |
2,140 | null | SIN diary | "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession. My sins have been those of the flesh. I have felt sinful yearnings, I have let my brother touch those places that are supposed to be private, and I have touched myself in those same places in an effort to find pleasure."
"And did you find pleasure, my daughter? Were the touches the answer to your body's wants? Or do you still seek to fulfill them?"
"Oh Father, my body still cries out for things that I do not understand. Ever since my breasts have begun to fill and my periods have come, I am consumed by desires and needs that I cannot meet. What it wants is sinful, and I fear that I am helpless."
"Daughter, what you describe is normal in a girl your age. Your body is changing and preparing for the day when you will become a wife and mother. While answering these needs out of wedlock is a sin, there are ways to reduce the seriousness of the sin in God's eyes. If you truly cannot resist the desires, He will understand. He doesn't give us more than we can handle."
"What should I do, Father? I cannot stand much more or I will burst."
"Well, my child, there are things that you must not do. For instance, just what did you allow your brother to do to you? Let us discuss the things that you must avoid, and then maybe I can show you a safer path."
"Father, I let him touch my breasts, kiss them, and suck on them like a child. I let him touch my vulva, he tried to stick his finger in it but it hurt too much. He offered to kiss it and make it feel better, but I did not let him. Still, he rubbed it, and it did feel good. So good I didn't want him to stop, but we had to because Mom came home."
"Have you let any others touch you in this manner?"
"No, Father, I have not. But I have often wished for it and have done it to myself."
"And did it feel good when you did it?"
"Oh yes. Not as good as when he did it, but still better than nothing. I'm just left wanting more though, almost like there's more to be had and I want it."
"Listen to me now. Touching yourself in that manner is only a minor sin and easily forgiven, but letting your brother do such things to you is very serious. Indeed, it risks your very soul. I beg and order you not to allow such things again. Someday, when you are older and find your love, you may allow such behavior, and the church will forgive you if you do not wait for marriage, but never with your brother and never just for fun with one who doesn't love you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do, Father. But what do I do about these feelings that are driving me wild? I cannot sleep, I think about them at school, and the nuns have noticed that something is wrong, that my grades are falling. Father, I need help."
"Well, daughter, there are things that will help. Come to my quarters after school, and I will help you deal with your needs. I will show you a whole new world that will delight and amaze you. You will learn how to answer your young body's cravings. However, what I teach you must remain under the seal of the confessional for all time. You can never tell anybody of it. To do so will condemn you to hell for all time, so think carefully first."
"I must have relief, and I will do anything, Father. I will be there at three-thirty."
"Fine then. I will call your parents and let them know, and I'll give you a ride home after. Bless you, my daughter. I will not give you any penance for now because you have come to seek my help, and because God understands the needs of young girls. After all, He made them, and He, in His wisdom, has given His servants the means to meet them. His ways are wondrous. Go now, and I will see you later."
"Thank you, Father, I will." | null | null | Collections/lynn1212/serial or group stories/diary 0 80.txt |
2,204 | Clayton | Babysitting Gemma Part 3 | "Mummy, I'm scared." Gemma's voice quavers from the doorway, and I feel Laura stiffen on top of me. Then, with her fear of the storm wiped away by what she's witnessing, Gemma asks curiously, "What are you doing with Geoff, Mummy? Is he hurting you? How come you haven't got any clothes on? Why does it smell funny in here?"
Laura looks down at me with panic in her eyes, and I murmur, "Now *this* is what I call a compromising position."
For a brief moment, she looks startled, and then bursts out with gales of laughter, which she quickly suppresses. "It looks like we're going to be having that little talk even sooner than expected," Laura chuckles, adding with a mischievous grin for me, "And since she wanted to know what was making the tent in your shorts, why don't we just let her see for herself?"
Before I can tighten my grip on Laura's hips and hold her in place, she pulls herself free with an obscene slurp. My prick slaps wetly against my belly, and Laura leaves a slimy trail across my thigh and hip as she dismounts and sits tailor-fashion by my side.
My hands hover aimlessly in mid-air where Laura's hips had been a few seconds earlier, and then with an embarrassed smile, I let them fall by my sides. Giving no sign that she'd seen it before, Gemma sidles up to the bed and leans over to examine my slimy member at close range.
"Did he have that in you, Mummy? Where did it go? Was it in your place where I hurt myself? It's really big, how does it fit? Why were you calling him Daddy, Mummy?" Gemma continues her barrage of questions.
"There you go," Laura whispers wickedly, "All you have to do is become a pervert, and you can feel like John Holmes all the time."
Her words strike too close to home for me to find them funny, and I let out a strangled gasp, "Laura!"
She answers with a nudge to my ribs and a wicked grin. Then, ignoring me, she says, "Come on up here, honey, and we'll explain."
The panty-clad little five-year-old scrambles up onto the side of the bed and drops herself down astride my knees. "What were you and Geoff doing, Mummy?" she asks, her eyes locked solidly on my cock, and despite my best efforts to will it away, it remains iron hard.
"One question at a time, Honey," Laura laughs. "Geoff and I were doing something that felt really good and were having a lot of fun."
"Can I have fun too?" Gemma asks innocently.
"You're a bit young to have that sort of fun, Gemmy," Laura replies calmly enough, though I notice a glint in her eye that makes me both hopeful and fearful. "But you can still have fun by touching your special place."
"Uh-huh?" she nods, "Is this Geoff's penis?" Before she can be stopped, Gemma's tiny hands grab hold of my cock and levers it up until the sightless eye stares into her face.
"Oh shit!" I mutter, quickly prising Gemma's fingers away, "You're not supposed to touch me there?"
With a wicked smirk for me, Laura says, "Yes, that's his penis. Where did you hear that name?"
"From Kindergarten Cop. It's a penis 'cos it's the thing that's different from girls, isn't it? An' this is your vagina. Right?" Gemma's fingers close on the sensitive nodule of flesh peeking forth at the top of Laura's slit, making her mother gasp with something that could only be passion.
It's my turn to chuckle as Laura divests herself of her daughter's fingers. "Uh, not exactly, honey," she replies, "That bit's called my clit. My vagina is actually the hole that goes up inside me between my legs."
"I've got one of those. See?" The little girl cries excitedly, pushing the front of her knickers down until almost her entire mound is exposed. "No-o, you've got to look too, Geoff," she informs me as I look away.
"Go on, Geoff," Laura encourages me. "You can't hurt her with your eyes."
Again, that strange glint is in her eyes as I look first at her for confirmation, and then down into the gap between her daughter's legs. All I can actually see is the small pink crease between the lips Gemma is holding apart and the tiny button of her clitoris at the top, with her vaginal entrance remaining tucked away behind the barrier of her bunched-up knickers. However, that is more than enough with Laura's knee touching my hip, and I say nothing.
But Laura has different ideas. "Gemmy, we can't actually see your vagina like that," she says, "Why don't you slip your knickers off and lean back a bit?"
Unable to believe that Laura is actually saying these things, I watch numbly as Gemma rolls onto her back between my ankles and assumes almost the same exact position that had started this whole situation off in the first place. Laughing, Laura lightly paddles the cotton-encased little bottom that is aimed my way and strips her daughter's knickers away.
Gemma throws her legs out wide the moment her knickers clear her feet and fumbles for a few moments between her legs before she gets a secure two-handed grip on her labia and stretches herself obscenely open. "Can you see it now, Mummy? Geoff?" Gemma asks.
'Oh yes, we can see it.' My cock throbs with passion as it really hits me that I'm staring straight into the sweet, hairless pussy of a five-year-old girl while her mother sits beside me with her eyes on exactly the same sight. 'Oh shit!' Tearing my eyes from Gemma's tiny cunt, I look across at Laura. She is looking between the spread legs of her daughter, but as I watch, they flick sideways to look down at my cock glistening with her drying pussy juices. Her eyes lift to my face, meeting mine, and she flushes as she realizes that I am looking down at where she is slowly flicking her fingertip back and forth over her clit.
"Is this getting to you too?" she asks in a faint whisper.
Shamefacedly, I nod. "Are we...? Is this...?"
"I don't think so," she replies, "We haven't really done anything, and everything that has happened has been her own idea."
'And damned near everything that happened while you were at work was her idea too,' I think before saying, "Still, it's not really right. It's one thing to think about it, but this..."
"I know," she nods, "But I'm about this far off being a quivering wreck. You?"
"The only reason I haven't thrown you down and nailed you to the sheet is that Gemma's on top of me."
"Now that sounds interesting," she smirks.
"Mummy!" Gemma shakes Laura's shoulder, "You're not listening to me."
"Oh, sorry, Honey," Laura apologizes, "Geoff and I were talking about something very important, but we're finished now. What were you saying?"
"Can you see my vagina place?" Gemma asks in that special tone of exasperation reserved for adults who don't listen.
"Yes, we did, Honey, and it was very pretty," Laura replies, "Now sit up, because we have to say something very important to you."
"What is it, Mummy?" Gemma asks, letting her pussy lips close and struggling upright. It's an improvement, but the sight of her little mound just inches beyond my balls is still a more than distracting sight.
"O.K.," Laura begins, "What Mummy and Geoff were doing before was something very special, and we're going to tell you all about it. However, you can't tell anybody else about it, not even your best friend, because it's something that only mummies and daddies can tell their children."
"But Geoff isn't my daddy," Gemma says. She explains to me, "My real daddy runned away when Mummy had me, and my other daddies were bad. I wish you were my daddy."
"I sort of wish he was too," Laura replies, adding with an arch look at me, "Though he was a bit of a shit about the time I had you, and it certainly would have raised a few eyebrows."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, I was just teasing Geoff a bit," Laura chuckles, "Geoff is sort of like your daddy anyway, because he looks after you a lot."
"Does that mean he's like Janice's, and Julie's, and Caroline's and Susan's, and Gracie's, and Megan's, and Olivia's daddy too?" Gemma asks, naming the other girls I most often look after."Sort of," Laura replies, "But it's still up to their mummies to decide when their girls learn these things, you can't say anything. This is a big secret and you have to promise not to say anything to anybody, unless we say you can. This is very important, especially because Geoff isn't your real daddy and he could get into a lot of trouble and maybe go to jail if anybody found out."
"I promise Mummy," Gemma says solemnly, before throwing herself full length on my body and snuggling up to my chest. "I love Geoff and I never want him to go away."
"Gah," is about the limit of my response, since her warm little pussy mound is pressing down on the underside of my cock head.
"Are you going to be my new Daddy Geoff?" Gemma asks hopefully, "You won't hit my Mummy like the bad daddies did. Please be my Daddy."
She begs me so pitifully that I temporarily forget the soft, warm pussy lips pressing down on my cock head. But while Laura and I had skirted around the subject earlier, I wasn't sure how I should answer. I didn't want to disappoint the little girl, but nor did I want to make a promise that I couldn't keep. "Laura?" I ask softly.
"We don't really know yet Honey," Laura answers her daughter gently. "Geoff and I like each other a lot, but things might not work out, and if that happens you might get hurt."
"Uh-uh," Gemma declares emphatically, "My Geoff's not like the bad daddy the policemans put in jail, he'd never hurt me. Will you pleeezze be my Daddy Geoff?"
"Gah!" I reply, as the little girl tries to make herself a part of me.
"I think you'd better move Gemmy," Laura chuckles, "You're squashing Geoff's penis."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Gemma cries contritely, scrambling up until her face is level with mine. "Did I hurt it Geoff?"
"Uh no," I manage to jerk out.
"I'd say not," Laura giggles wickedly.
"Huh?" Gemma looks curiously at her mother.
"I think Geoff felt pretty good," Laura tells her daughter with a sly glance toward me as I beg her with her eyes to shut up.
"How come you made me stop then?" Gemma asks, "I want Geoff to like me so he'll stay with us."
"Well you don't need to do that to make Geoff like you Honey," Laura says, "He loves you very much already, and I think you know that don't you?"
"Uh-huh," the little girl nods, snuggling her little face up under my chin.
"So you never have to do anything to make him want to like you because he already does," Laura says lying down to cuddle up next to us. "In fact you should never try to make people do things because bad things happen. That's why we had so much trouble with those other men. I tried to make them like me when they didn't really want to, and I made you call them Daddy to try and make them like you too.
"I know you're still a little bit young to really understand all this, and I'll explain it to you again, when you get older. But will you promise me one thing for now? Please don't ever do anything just because you'll think someone will like you if you do. You have to want to do it too."
"Does that mean I don't have to eat beans any more?" Gemma asks eagerly.
"Laura rolls her eyes at this and chuckles, "Well that wasn't quite what I meant, but you are a little young still."
"Can I have a go?" I ask.
"Be my guest," Laura tells me.
"O.K. Gemma, let's start with beans since you don't seem to like them very much," I say.
"They're yuck," Gemma declares with feeling.
"Are they really yuck?" I ask, "Or is it just that you don't like them as much as some other things like ice cream for instance?"
"I love ice cream," the little girl beams, "I had two whole scoops last night."
"Geoff!" Laura scolds me lightly, "That's too much."
"Ha, you wouldn't have thought so if you saw the way she attacked her dinner and then went after mine."
"I was hungry," Gemma puts in defensively.
"Obviously," Laura chuckles.
"You didn't answer my question Gemma," I say. "Are beans really, really yucky or just not very nice?"
"Brussels sprouts are worse," she opines.
"Now that I can agree with you on," I chuckle, "Laura, if the cohabitational experiment desired by your youthful offspring is attempted, then the serving of the aforementioned vegetation from hell will be deemed an offence punishable by not less than three day solitary slumber."
"Agreed, on both counts," Laura giggles. She then replies with a serious nod, when I look at her questioningly.
Just like that, we agree that we should try moving in together. The look of confusion on Gemma's face is such that I can't resist going on in the same manner. Grinning, I ask, "May I borrow your descendant, in order that I might introduce my immediate ancestor to her new second generation twig on the family tree."
I watch as Laura sorts through the convolutions of my speech, then grin back at me. "You bet, but I want to be there to watch her face when you do it."
"But of course," I laugh, "It would be churlish of me not to allow my maternal parent to become acquainted with all parties involved."
"Mummy what are you and Geoff talking about?" Gemma asks perplexedly.
"Oh nothing terribly important," Laura says teasingly, "but you really shouldn't call him Geoff you know?"
"Why not?" the bewildered looking little girl asks, "That's his name."
"Well he's got a..." Laura begins.
"Can I say it?" I ask breaking in over the top.
"O.K.," Laura agrees with a grin.
"I've got a new name now Gemmy," I say, "You're mummy and I were just discussing it."
"What is it?" Gemma asks, by now more than a little frustrated.
"I'll give you a hint," I grin, "It begins with duh."
"Um David?" she asks tentatively.
"No, it's a very special name, and you gave it to me," I reply.
"I haven't given you a new name."
"Are you sure about that Honey?" I ask, "It's an extra very special n..."
"DADDY!" She shrieks at the top of her lungs, and plasters my face with kisses while trying to choke the life out of me.
"Aw she guessed," Laura pouts.
"Gack," I reply.
"Careful there Gemmy," Laura giggles, "I think you're choking him."
"Are you really and truly going to be my Daddy?" Gemma asks ecstatically, lessening the pressure on my windpipe by at least a dyne.
"Well I'm going to move in with you and your mummy, and we'll see how it goes," I reply, trying to temper things a little.
"Are you still going to look after the other girls?" she asks me.
"Why, don't you want me to?" I ask.
"No you gotta look after them," she tells me, "b'cause I wanna tell them you're my daddy now."
Gemma looks so possessive that Laura looks at me worriedly. "Uh-oh, I hadn't thought of that," she murmurs.
"Gemma," I say firmly, "Just because I'm living with you now, doesn't mean things will be any different when I'm looking after the others. I can't treat you and them differently, because it wouldn't be fair."
"I don't mean you can't tell them," I add as she looks at me crestfallen. "But you have to share me with them like you did before. Maybe even let them have me a bit more because you'll have me the rest of the time."
She looks a little mutinous at the idea of sharing me, but after a few moments she nods and magnanimously says. "O.K. I'll let them borrow you sometimes."
Laura and I exchange grins at the condescending tone adopted by Gemma. "Next Saturday should be interesting to say the least," Laura observes wryly.
"Oh I'll step in if they look like drawing blood," I chuckle, "But who's going to protect you when the fur begins to fly?"
"Oh God. I never thought of that," Laura chuckles. "I've got to share you with them too. But this is mine," She reaches across to take hold of my now soft prick.
Gemma squirms around to look at what her mother is talking about and asks curiously, "How come it's not big any more?"
"You did that deliberately," I accuse Laura quietly.
"Well if you move in, she's going to catch us at it eventually," Laura says, "and I don't want her to think we're fighting."
"Really?" I ask disbelievingly.
She giggles, and directs her attention to Gemma, who is waiting for an answer. "Geoff's penis is like this nearly all of the time," she says, "It only gets big and hard when he gets excited in a special way."
"Can I feel what it's like when it's little?" she asks so innocently, that I almost choke.
"Uh no," I hastily say. "I don't think you should touch it."
"Why not Mummy's touching it?" She says, adding, "And he's my Daddy now," as if that should clinch the argument.
"Would you mind Geoff?" Laura asks me mischievously.
"Are you sure," I reply.
"She's not being forced, and it's only curiosity on her part," Laura replies, "And think of how much fun we can have later."
My cock twitches at the thought of the fantasy games we could play later, and also at the thought of Gemma touching me while her mother looks on. "Well I guess it's O.K.," I say, trying to sound as if it were no big deal for Gemma's benefit, for her mother's benefit.
"O.K. you can feel it Honey," Laura says to Gemma, "But you better hurry up, I think he's starting to get excited."
With her mother's permission given, Gemma slips from my stomach to sit opposite her mother with me lying between them. This kid should get an Oscar for her acting, though I could have wished for her to have found another way for her to demonstrate her ignorance of the male anatomy. She grabs at my cock and squeezes it so tightly that my incipient hardon is immediately banished.
"Gently Bentley," Laura cautions her daughter, as I grunt with pain. "You have to be careful when you touch his penis because it's very sensitive."
"Sorry Geoff," The little girl says contritely, "I'll kiss it better."Before either her mother or I can raise a hand to stop her, Gemma leans over my cock and plants a sweet, little girl kiss on the half-exposed crown of my cock. "Oh shit!" I gasp, as my cock immediately springs to life, becoming half-hard in an instant.
"Oh God!" Laura yelps, as she shudders and clutches at her pussy.
"Hey, it got bigger!" Gemma cries delightedly. "Did I do that?"
Laura and I look at each other, both of us asking silently, "Are you going to answer that?"
"Yes, I guess you did," Laura says, when it becomes obvious that I'm not actually capable of speech. "You did a very good job of kissing it better."
My eyes open in shock at Laura's praise, and then very nearly bounce off the far wall when she returns a wicked grin and says, "Maybe if you gave it a really big kiss, it will get really big like it was before."
"Really?" Gemma squeals, looking to me for confirmation. But there's absolutely no way that I can even assemble a coherent thought, let alone articulate it. However, since I don't deny it, and it's what she wants to do anyway, the little girl leans over me and presses her soft, moist lips against me right over the slit at the tip of my prick.
"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm <smack>" Her kiss is a child's rendition of an adult kiss, and it sets my blood boiling. It feels to me like my cock has never been harder, and the eroticism of the situation is only enhanced by the presence of Gemma's mother, who was not only looking on but had actually encouraged her five-year-old daughter to kiss my, still slimy with her juices, prick.
"Oh wow!" Gemma cries ecstatically, "I did it! I made it really, really big."
"You sure did, Honey," Laura says unsteadily, her eyes locked on the sweet little lips that had just been pressed against my cock-flesh. "How was that, Geoff?"
"Gack!" I reply, since I was to all intents and purposes mindless. Well, not totally, but what little part of my mind that hadn't been blasted into intergalactic space was fully occupied by my demon. He'd been remarkably quiet since he'd been getting what he'd wanted, but this was too much for even him. 'Oh fuck. Oh fuck,' he whimpers like a mantra. 'Oh fuck. We must be dead. This must be heaven.'
Then the sight of Gemma then licking her lips and tasting her mother's cunt fragments even that last portion of my mind. "It tastes nice, Mummy," the little girl says. "It makes my tummy tingle."
"Oh God, Honey, you're so fucking hot," Laura gasps.
"Why are you putting your fingers in your vagina, Mummy?" Gemma asks, leaning over me to look more closely at where her mother is almost viciously sawing her fingers in and out of her streaming cunt, while the heel of her hand grinds down on her clit.
I don't think Laura was even aware of what she'd been doing since her hand stops dead, and she looks down at herself in surprise as she extracts her slimy fingers from her pussy. It takes her several seconds to pull herself together enough to reply. "Watching you kiss Geoff's penis like that made me feel really good," she says, "and touching my vagina made it feel even better."
"Can I do it, please, Mummy?" Gemma asks.
"Of course you can, Honey," Laura replies. "Just be careful not to hurt your... Gack!"
Laura had been obviously expecting Gemma to finger herself, but instead, the precocious five-year-old pushes a trio of stubby fingers all the way into her mother's steaming box.
"Oh God!" the young mother cries, as she immediately begins shuddering, her eyes glazing over and rolling back in her head, as a massive climax rips through her frame. She manages to remain upright for about three seconds and then topples over sideways as if poleaxed. She slips free of her daughter's fingers, but her body continues to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm continues unabated.
Gemma looks on in fascination, half scared by the contortions her mother's body and features go through, but unable to tear her eyes away. Eventually, though, Laura's climax subsides, though her body still twitches occasionally as she recovers.
"Oh!" Gemma cries softly, "Did I hurt you, Mummy?"
Since Laura is as incapable of speech as I'd been a minute earlier, I respond to Gemma's slightly fearful question. "No, Gemmy, you didn't hurt her. You made her feel really, really good. She'll be fine in a minute or so."
"Uh-huh!" she nods as if relieved, but then she turns her face away from her mother and gives me an unmistakable wink.
I'm so stunned by this that I almost miss Laura's recovery, and what her precocious little shit of an offspring does next.
Gemma waits for her mother's eyes to open, then sniffs at her slimy fingers. "Your stuff smells like Geoff's penis, Mummy," she says. She then touches her tongue to one finger and licks it clean. "It tastes the same too. It's yummy." As if licking her mother's cunt cream from her fingers was something she did every day, Gemma unconcernedly licks the remaining fingers clean.
"Oh God!" Laura gasps, her eyes locked on her five-year-old daughter's flickering tongue, "I can't believe this is happening."
"Maybe we should stop this," I say.
"I know," Laura replies, "But I don't think I can. And can you honestly say you want it to stop?"
"No, I can't," I reply, "And that scares me."
"Me too, but we're not forcing her to do anything. We haven't even *asked* her to do anything," Laura says, "And she's loving every minute of it. I think that it's probably too late to stop now anyway. We're going to have to have a big talk with her later, but for now, I think we might as well let whatever happens happen."
"Maybe you're right," I agree, "But we have to make it clear right now that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to."
"Of course," Laura replies. To her daughter, she says, "Gemmy."
"Yes, Mummy?"
"Do you like what we're doing now?"
"Uh-huh," the little girl nods enthusiastically. "It's the bestest game ever."
"Well, that's because it's a very special game called sex, Honey. Sex is when people do fun things with their special places. But because it's so special, it's got some special rules, and the most important one is that you never, ever, ever have to do anything sexy if you don't want to. If anything we do, or ask you to do, makes you even a tiny bit upset, you should tell us straight away. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh," Gemma nods seriously, "I have to tell you about any sex stuff I don't like." She then adds earnestly, "But I like everything, an' I want to do everything you and Geoff do."
"Well, you're a bit too little to do some things, like what we were doing when you came in here," Laura says, "If you tried to do that, it would hurt you. But you can do almost anything else that you want to. Just remember that we can say no too."
"O.K.," Gemma chirps brightly, accepting the restrictions her mother had placed on her involvement in our sex life, but I could also see her mentally dismiss them as irrelevant. "Can we do some more sex stuff now?"
"What would you like to do next?" Laura asks.
"Can I look at Geoff's penis and your vagina some more?" Gemma replies.
"I think that's a very good idea," Laura says. "Who would you like to look at first?"
"Geoff, please, Mummy," Gemma says, already reaching for my cock.
"Hang on a sec, Honey," Laura says, intercepting her daughter's hand. "You should ask him first, in case he wants to say no." With a grin for me, she adds, "Though I don't think it's very likely."
"O.K.," Gemma turns to me. "Geoff, can I touch your penis and look at it, please?"
"Sure, Honey," I reply.
Her mother releases her, and Gemma immediately wraps both hands around my cock, lifting it up and pulling the tip towards herself. Gently, she pulls and pushes me this way and that so that she can look at my rock-hard prick from all angles. All from a range of about six inches. Which means that almost the whole time, I can feel her warm breath caressing the sensitive flesh.
Laura's attention flicks continuously from her daughter's hands, to her face, and then to mine. Watching the rapt expression on Gemma's face, and the almost tortured grimaces on mine.
"It looks like a big lollipop," Gemma giggles, after a few seconds.
"Would you like to taste Geoff's lollipop?" Laura asks, her eyes bright with lustful emotions.
"Uh-huh," the little girl nods, and remembering her mother's earlier injunction, she looks up at me, "Can I, Geoff?"
"Gah."
"That means yes," Laura chuckles.
Again, the little shit winks at me as she closes the small distance separating us and licks the length of my prick from root to tip. Murmuring little noises of relish, she methodically cleans my entire prick of her mother's juices. I signal my appreciation with incoherent groans and murmurs, whilst Laura eggs her daughter on, offering unnecessary encouragement.
"That's it, Gemmy, lick it all over," she murmurs, her voice tight with lust. "Geoff really likes that, Honey. Try to get your tongue right into all of the wrinkles."
Only the fact that I'd already cum three times in the last few hours kept me from immediately spraying Gemma's face with gob after gob of creamy baby juice. But even so, I knew less than a minute remained before it happened, unless Laura did something about it.
She did! "Can you think of anything else you could do to Geoff's lollipop?" the depraved mother asks.
"Suck it?" Gemma ventures, and without waiting for an answer, she does just that. She positions her pursed lips at the very tip of my rock-like prick and pushes her head down.
"O.K. that's enough, Gemmy," Laura says when about three-quarters of my glans is engulfed and it looks like her daughter's jaw is stretched to its limit.
"I can get more in, Mummy," Gemma lifts her head to say.
"I don't think you can, Honey, but give it a try."Just be careful with your teeth, OK."
Gemma immediately lowers her head and proves her mother wrong by pushing down until my engorged glans enters her mouth with an audible pop. "Oh shit! She did it!" Laura cries excitedly, "That's it, Gemmy, suck his cock. Move your head up and down, and make your hands go up and down too."
"How's it feel, Geoff?" Laura asks me breathlessly, "Are you enjoying my little girl's mouth on your cock?"
"Ungh."
"I am," she continues, "Can you see her little lips stretched tight around your big fat prick? Are they really tight? Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? Oh God, it's a pity she has to stop now, but I can see your balls getting tight, and we don't want to scare her."
"OK, Gemmy, you better stop," Laura says, "Geoff's going to make some special cream come out of his penis, and you might not like it if it gets in your mouth."
Instead of obeying her mother, Gemma's cheeks hollow even further, and her hands skim up and down my shaft so fast they're a blur. Unable to speak, she still makes hungry little sounds deep in her throat, making it abundantly clear that she wants to carry her task through to its completion.
"Gemma, you have to stop," Laura pleads. "He's going to cum any second. And you'll choke."
"Faaaaaaark!" My cry signals the moment of my release to the cum-hungry little slut attached like a limpet to my groin. Her head pulls back until only the tip of my cock remains between her lips, while her hands continue to fly up and down the length of my cock.
"Oh no!" Laura cries fearfully, but the scene she is witnessing is too hot for her to intervene. Scared as she is that Gemma is about to choke on my cum, she can't resist the desire to watch me pump her five-year-old daughter's mouth full of semen.
Uttering a strangled sound, devoid of any hint of humanity, I feel the first fiery spurt of semen pulse from my rampant member to splash against the little tongue which flickers incessantly over the hypersensitized tip of my cock. "Mmmm," she murmurs appreciatively, the sound coming deep in her throat.
Shuddering uncontrollably with the force of my orgasm, I fire pulse after burning pulse of searing, lava-like cock cream into the furiously working five-year-old's mouth. Her cheeks bulge dangerously with the volume of my immense load, but she refuses to swallow any of the *special* cream which she finds so delicious.
It seems like my climax must last forever, but eventually the burning surges in my loins fade away, leaving me almost completely spent. My balls ache, feeling as if a year's worth of cum had been drained from me in those few scant seconds. And all I can do is groan when Gemma finally releases my rapidly softening prick. The shrinking nubbin of flesh glistens wetly with Gemma's saliva, but is otherwise completely clean. Not a drop of my cum remains.
Gaping disbelievingly, Laura watches her daughter roll my creamy load around on her tongue, with her head tilted back to prevent any chance loss of the precious fluid. Gemma savors the flavor of my spume, her eyes dreamily half-lidded with pleasure. One tiny swallow at a time, my tiny five-year-old lover allows my load to slowly trickle down her throat.
Though she tries to stretch it out, less than two minutes later, Gemma gulps down the last viscid glob of semen and lets out a wistful sigh. "Thank you, Geoff?" she says, "Can I have some more later?"
"Yes, Honey," I reply.
"You two have done this before, haven't you?" Laura accuses us. While she certainly doesn't sound happy about it, her tone doesn't contain the hatred towards me that I'd expect.
My guilty expression is all the confirmation she needs to allow her to continue, "I thought you said you'd never done anything like this before. Just how long has this been going on?"
"Last night was the first time," I tell her. "It just seemed to happen one thing after another until..." I taper off into silence.
"Are you going to make Geoff go to jail, Mummy?" Gemma asks fearfully, throwing herself full length on my body and hugging me protectively. "Please don't make him go away. I made him do it. It was all my fault." By the time she's finished, the little girl is begging and close to tears.
"No, Honey," Laura replies softly, "I'm not going to make Geoff go away. I'm mad at him, but not that mad."
"How did you get her to do it?" Laura asks me tightly.
"I'm not sure I did," I reply, "It was more like how did she get me to do it."
Laura gives me a somewhat disbelieving look, so I ask her, "Who was it, who manipulated you into letting this whole situation come about? And without you being aware that it was being done, I might add."
Laura looks at her daughter, her eyes widening in surprise and respect, though she continues to address me. "Gemma? How did it happen?"
"I guess it started just after you left, but really it goes back months if not years. Do you remember I told you about my experiments with a couple of young neighbors?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think that was when I first really discovered sexual pleasure. I'm not sure who started it, but one of them, Lindy, had a real crush on me. I can remember we were playing kick the can, and the others were all giving me hell about it. She was only about eight, and she declared her love loudly and often.
"Anyway, I was 'it,' and I caught her in behind the chimney. I'm not exactly sure why I did what I did next since I regarded her as an embarrassing pest. But I asked her if she wanted a kiss. Maybe it was because I'd never kissed any girls except my mother and grandmother. Anyway, her eyes got big as saucers, and she nodded. So I grabbed her, and I kissed her.
"It was too rough, not very comfortable, and she was six years younger than me, but it was my first real kiss. Because she was so much younger than me, I wanted to keep it a secret, but she wasn't having a bar of it. To me, she might have been a little girl, but to her, I was a grown-up boy. She took off screaming, "He kissed me. He kissed me," at the top of her lungs.
"Well, everyone really gave me hell after that, and my embarrassment made me mad as hell. There was another girl there at the time. Her name was Carine, and she was about a year older than Lindy. For some reason or other, I took it all out on her. I don't mean I hit her or anything, my mother would have killed me if I hit a girl, but since she was embarrassing me so much, I guess I felt I had to embarrass her.
"So I dacked her. I still remember what she was wearing, it was a red bikini with tiny white dots all over it. She went over backwards on the grass, and I was left holding her bikini bottoms while I stared down at this little pink crease. All I could see were a couple of folds of skin, and I had real idea of what I was looking at. Oh, I knew from dirty jokes it was a fanny, and somehow or other my dick was supposed to go in it, but exactly how was a complete and utter mystery.
"Fortunately, I was no longer the centre of attention, since I was stiff as a board. Strangely, she didn't seem too worried about it, but she lay there for what seemed like ages with her legs apart while everyone stared at her little bald pussy. It can't have been too long though, since my stepfather was playing the game with us, and he told me to give her bathers back. He was pretty cool about it too. He didn't yell at me or anything like that.
"Later though, he took me into the shed and gave me the talk. I remember he was embarrassed as hell, and he was fairly abrupt, but I got the basic idea. Girls have a hole called a vagina. When I got married, I could put my penis in my wife's vagina, and stuff would come out. And bang, there's a baby.
"I found out about the stuff that night. I dreamed that I was chasing Lindy, and when I caught her, I put my hand in her undies. Because it was a dream, that was all she was wearing, and I didn't wonder why. The next thing I knew, I was feeling absolutely marvelous, and I woke up with a sticky mess in my jocks and all over my sheets.
"While I cleaned myself and my bed up, I wondered why it was Lindy I'd dreamed about, since Carline was the one who's fanny I'd seen. I figured it was because Lindy was prettier than Carline, who was a little horse-faced, and although she was a year younger, their bodies were more or less the same shape.
"I don't know who started what happened next, but a few days later, the three of us were together behind my stepfather's shed. Maybe it was me wanting to get a better look at a fanny, and maybe it was Carline insisting that I let her look at me since I'd seen her. It might even have been Lindy, trying to get my attention since I'd been giving her the cold shoulder since our kiss and my dream.
"Whosever the idea was, it was somehow agreed that we all show each other what we had. I was too excited to be embarrassed about showing myself to a couple of girls, even if they were so much younger than me. I pushed my shorts and jocks down to my knees, and they pulled their undies down to their knees. They stared at me so long I was half afraid they'd chicken out, but they finally lifted up their dresses, and I could see two little cracks about three or four centimetres long and absolutely nothing else.
"I don't remember what I said, but Lindy, whose mother was a nurse, told me that girls had all their parts up inside where they couldn't be seen. I asked if I could look, and they said yes. So I got down on my knees while they peeled their lips apart for me. There wasn't much more for me to see, just a little bump and a couple of extra folds of skin, but it was still terribly exciting. We then all put our clothes back on, and I made them go away before I was seen with them.""I had wet dreams for the next couple of nights, but each time they ended just as I was about to touch Lindy's fanny. So I asked if I could look at them again. They agreed, and we went behind the shed. Once we had ourselves exposed, I asked if I could touch their fannies and offered to let them touch me.
"They said OK, but they had to go first. Well, they giggled about it and prodded my stiffy a couple of times, but they thought it was pretty gross and didn't want to do it again. Then it was my turn. Lindy was a bit hesitant, but she let me persuade her; however, she barely gave enough time to pull her pussy lips apart before she said that was enough.
"Carline was much more accommodating. She took her undies all the way off and put her legs a long way apart while she held her dress up almost under her arms. She didn't say anything and let me poke and prod and pull her fanny about for as long as I liked. I finally got to see the hole I knew was there, but it was very small, and since my penis was almost as big as it is now, I couldn't see how it could possibly fit.
"I sort of had an idea of trying what my stepfather had told me about, but all I could imagine was a hole exactly the right size for my penis. I guessed that girls' holes got bigger when they grew hair, since when I started to grow hair around my penis it seemed like it got bigger every time I looked.
"And that was the end of that session. It must have been a couple of weeks later I discovered masturbation. But as soon as I did, I told the girls about it and asked if they wanted to see. Of course, they wanted to. This time we went into the caravan, that was in the middle of my backyard. This time I said they had to let me touch them before I'd let them watch.
"Again Lindy pulled away as soon as I touched her, while Carline let me do as I pleased. Once I'd satisfied myself, I took my penis out and masturbated for them until I squirted my sperm into an old tea towel. They thought it was the coolest thing on earth to watch, but I could never persuade them to do it for me, since touching my dick was too gross for words.
"After that, they'd often ask me to show them how I 'peed' as they called it, and I'd do it for them every two or three days. I don't know why we weren't caught sooner, since we'd either all go into the caravan or sometimes the toilet which was outside, and then come back out a few minutes later. About the third or fourth time another girl Diana joined us.
"Diana was the same age as Carline, and would never let me see her fanny, but I soon discovered that so long as she could pretend to be doing something else, she'd let me put my hand inside her pants and touch her for as long as I pleased. The other two were just as strange in their own ways too.
"Carline would let me look and touch as much as I wanted, so long as her knickers were down or off, and her dress was up above her waist. But if I even touched her knee when I couldn't already see her bare fanny, she'd get really agro.
"And Lindy. She'd let me look sometimes, but I hardly ever got to touch her bare skin, and when I did it was only for two or three seconds at most. But there were plenty of occasions when she'd actually put my hand on her fanny and let me feel her through her clothes for five or ten minutes at a time. One thing she really liked was sitting on my hand while I rubbed her fanny for her. She'd even do it when her mother was in the next room.
"Eventually we were seen, though I didn't know about it until this guy who used to be a friend, told me if he ever heard about me jerking off in front of his cousin he'd beat me black and blue. After that Carline and Diana stopped doing anything with me. Lindy would still sit on my hand sometimes, but we never actually looked at each other again, and she moved away not long after.
"And that ends the first act of my sordid descent."
"Well, it's a pretty hot story in its own right," Linda says, "but since most kids do something like that, I know I did, it doesn't really explain how you ended up molesting my daughter. Unless it's because it was so long since it had happened that you finally snapped."
"No, quite the reverse actually," I reply, "It was so long because I discovered that I *wanted* to molest little girls like Gemmy."
"Go on."
"After that, my sex life became almost entirely confined to a few dirty magazines I'd stolen from my uncle and masturbation. I was never very good with kids my own age, since I wasn't very athletic, and the way I escaped into books just made things worse, and after we were caught, things got worse still.
"Guys looked at me with contempt since I couldn't get a girl with tits. Girls my own age seemed disgusted, and while younger girls would sometimes look at me speculatively, they'd obviously been told by older brothers and cousins to keep away. And since it was a small town where everybody knew everybody else, there was no way for me to make new friends.
"By the time I was sixteen and we moved away from there, I was pretty much a total loner, who's only interests were books and computers."
"Was that what drove you to little girls?" Laura asks, "Being isolated like that by kids your own age?"
"No, not really," I reply, "Though I guess it did help to cement my feelings."
"Although I was more or less an outcast, the other kids couldn't stop me from looking, especially at the pool. And that was where I first discovered that I had a thing for young girls. I guess in a way I was trying to prove to the other blokes that I was male as they were. I'd deliberately ogle the older girls' boobs, and sometimes I'd get up the deep end with my goggles and watch from under the water as the older girls dove in.
"I got to see a lot of nipples that way, but in the end it just reinforced my reputation for being a pervert. In a way though it was something I had to make myself do. If I noticed a mature girl walk past, it was as if I had to tell myself, 'look at her boobs.' But when it was a little girl, the first thing I'd be aware of was that I was already looking at her.
"Without my knowing it, I'd find myself looking straight at a pair of tiny boobs which were just beginning to grow, or at the area between her legs. And if I could actually see the outline of her pussy through her bathers, I'd start to get hard straight away. At other times if I caught a glimpse of knickers under an older girl's or woman's skirt, I'd hear a voice saying 'look', but with younger girls it was more like 'look for an opportunity.'
"I knew that everyone else thought it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I knew I wasn't totally sick, because big girls still made me horny, and I still masturbated over dirty magazines. But even there it was the stories that got me hottest and not the pictures of big boobs and hairy fannies. Though the occasional shaved beaver that appeared rated second and third looks.
"When I found the sex stories on the Internet, I tried to avoid the ones marked 'pedo' but in the end I caved in. I was fortunate enough that the first one I read was by a guy who called himself Frank McCoy. First of all it was so obviously a fantasy that I realised that others felt like me without actually molesting little kids, and secondly it was about loving kids by having sex with them.
"Once I'd read one story like that, I started reading others. Most of them were about kids enjoying sex, and those ones I liked, but there were some which almost made me physically sick. I forced myself to read a couple, but I very quickly learned that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with either hurting kids, or forcing them to do anything.
"The ones I liked best were the ones where the kids initiated the action. I guess because I could safely fantasise about something like that happening to me without the danger of it happening for real.
"So that was the situation two years ago when I began looking after Kelli, and later Gemma and the other girls."
"Did your preferences make you choose to only look after girls?" Laura asks me curiously.
"No, that was just a happy accident," I reply with a slight smile, "Though it wasn't really an accident either. I got the job of looking after Kelli by being in the right place at the right time, and when her mother heard your group bitching about babysitters who expected you to arrange your lives around them, she told you about me. And the rest is, as they say, history. You all only had girls, and since between you, you occupy most of my time I never needed to expand my business any further.
"I found myself in a little girl lover's heaven. I could safely look all I wanted to. The girls were all young enough that they were almost totally uninhibited. I discovered that a cuddle and a kiss from a little girl gave me a great deal of pleasure. And I loved them all so much that I could never do anything to hurt them.
"I never felt any real need to touch them in anything but an acceptable way. Looking was enough for me. Sometimes I'd get aroused by one of them doing something innocently sexy, but I just remembered it for when I was alone, and let it fuel my fantasies."
"So what did Gemma do that took it beyond fantasy?" Laura asks.
"I did this," Gemma giggles. She rolls from my chest and onto her back, then pulls her knees up to her armpits and uses her fingers to pull her bum cheeks and pussy lips apart.
"I think I understand," Laura says with a grin. Her first 'happy' expression since she'd realised my cock was no stranger to Gemma. "I think that's enough Gemma."
To me she continues, "I wouldn't call that innocently sexy, I'd call it downright obscene and an invitation to rape. Where on Earth did she learn that?"
"Julie and Caroline, I'd say," I reply, "and primarily Julie.About seven or eight months ago during one of the slumber parties, I was bathing three of the little ones, including our little sex fiend here if I remember correctly, when Julie sauntered in and proceeded to pee about this far away from me.
"Now I'd often gotten a bit of a charge out of watching one of the little ones pee before they hopped into the bath. But this was the first time I'd seen either of the two eldest without at least a pair of knickers on. Not only that, but she made it damned obvious that I was supposed to look by kicking my elbow, and the way she sat.
"I broke my own rule that night, and the moment I got them the last of them off to sleep, I jerked off into the bathroom sink not once but twice. However, at the time, I managed to pass off my looking as the result of her, dit-dit accidental, kick. I even managed to tell her off for untidiness when she tried to walk away and leave her knickers in the middle of the floor.
"After that, Julie and Caroline would put on not quite innocent little shows for me. I guess that must be about the time Julie discovered that novel way of holding a crayon, though the first I learnt about that was when I asked Gemma what she'd done with her hymen."
Laura giggles and asks, "Did you encourage them?"
"I guess I did indirectly by not putting a stop to it. But since, except for Julie getting the ball rolling by piddling at me, it was all pretty low key. To them it was a bit of naughty fun, and by asking a few discrete questions, I managed to work out that I was the sole observer in their little displays.
"Well, at least the only male observer." I grin, looking across at Gemma, "We sometimes forget that kids see just about everything, and it wasn't long before the littler ones started trying to copy the big girls.
"However, they didn't quite understand that the rule of the game was to show yourself off in a sexy way, without really appearing to be doing it. The little ones turned it into a game of one-upmanship, and I put a stop to it. Well, at least I thought I did until last night."
Both Gemma and her mother giggle, and Laura asks, "So when Gemma showed you not only breakfast, but the previous night's dinner, what did you do?"
"He kissed my bottom hole," Gemma giggles.
"Not quite just like that," I reply to Laura's raised eyebrows, "She had a bit of a dirty bum, so I said I'd wash it before she put her bathers on and got them all dirty."
"Was that really necessary?" Laura asks archly.
"Well, probably not," I say sheepishly, "but what she was doing affected my judgement a bit, and I used it as an excuse to get a closer look without actually doing anything wrong."
"Well, that might be a matter of opinion," Laura chuckles, "but I see what you mean."
"Once I got close to her, I noticed the absence of her hymen, and though I figured she'd probably done it by accident on her bike or something, but there was a little corner of my mind that speculated about other possibilities. However, it still didn't matter to me what Gemma was doing.
"Horny as it made me, she was still a very little girl who didn't know what she was doing. So I just cleaned her up, and jokingly commented that she was clean enough to kiss. And that, I think, was my first big mistake. She dared me to do it, and when I told her no because you wouldn't like it, she first of all said she wouldn't tell you and then made it a double dare."
"And he did it," Gemma giggles.
"And I did it," I confirm. "I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't see any real harm in it.
"We then discovered that her bathers were missing."
"They're at Cathy's," Gemma supplies.
"Thank you, Gemma. So we just put her undies back on, and we played with the hose for a while. Since her undies were white, it wasn't long before they disappeared, but I'm used to that, and I just added the image to my mental collection and continued with the game.
"Well, at least until I caught her and turned her upside down. The next thing I know is Gemma asking me why something was moving in my bathers. And that was when I made my second mistake. I was scared a neighbor would hear, since she was almost yelling, so I blurted out that I'd tell her later. What I should have done was say that you'd tell her and then told you what happened."
"We switched to the nozzle on the hose, and started to shoot her in all the obvious places, and then since I was still a bit charged up, I aimed a bit lower than her belly button. Gemma was still in a naughty mood too, since she pulled the front of her undies down and pushed her hips into it. We then switched, and she did the same to me."
"Except he didn't pull his bathers down," Gemma pouts, making her mother giggle.
"Her next trick was to pretend to be a boy and pee standing up with the hose, something that she and unnamed other parties apparently learned by trying to peek at me in the toilet."
"Gemma!" Laura cries, half shocked, half amused.
"We couldn't see anything," Gemma defends herself, disappointedly.
"That's beside the point, young lady," Laura chuckles. Of me, she asks, "What happened next?"
"We went inside, and she asked again about the lump in my bathers, and she wanted to see it. I tried to beg off and tell her it was wrong, and she countered by promising not to tell." I look at Laura earnestly, "I never asked her to promise, that was her own idea, though I did get her to confirm it later."
"I believe you," Laura replies, "so was that when you gave in?"
"Not exactly, but very nearly," I reply, "I think that by this time Gemma had worked out that my judgement got a bit off when she exposed herself to me, because she gave me a sort of knowing look and pulled her knickers halfway down. She then opened herself up and asked, 'How come you've got a big lump? I've only got this tiny little bump here.'
"And that was the beginning of the end. We went to the bathroom, supposedly, because we were dripping all over the kitchen floor, because in a way I was still trying to make what I was about to do seem less wrong, I guess. But I was still hesitant, until Gemma wrapped herself in a towel and said I had to show her mine if I wanted to look at hers.
"She kept on saying she wouldn't tell, and I gave in. For some reason, I even asked her if she wanted to pull my bathers down."
"Oh, really?" Laura asks in a knowing tone. "I'll bet she got an eyeful."
"Truthfully, I think it was more my thinking that if it was something she did herself, she was even less likely to tell. As for an eyeful. Remember we'd just been playing with cold water, and I was also nervous as anything. She thought it was a fat grub.
"I hoped she'd be satisfied with that, but she wanted to see it get big like before. And that was truly the end. Though I never dreamed that things would go as far as they did, and as for this." I wave my hand to encompass ourselves on the bed, "I think I've died and gone to heaven.
"I got us dried off, and we went into my room to continue. Now I was still thinking pretty much in terms of the only real experience I had, but at least I now knew that girls could feel pleasure too. I could have just made it a 'root and shoot' sort of thing, though not literally of course. But I never liked that sort of story on the Internet, and I liked it even less in real life.
"What I had in mind at first was a little mutual self-exploration. I'd explain to Gemma how to masturbate, while I showed her how I did it myself. But I only got as far as asking her if it felt good when she touched herself. She said yes and showed me where it felt good. She then asked me if I felt good too, and just about blew my mind away by asking if she could do it for me."
"So of course you said yes," Laura interjects.
"I didn't get a chance," I chuckle ruefully, "She didn't wait for my answer. Since she only had herself for comparison, she rubbed me the same way she touched her clit, but to me it didn't matter, something I'd dreamed about for years was finally happening to me. It only took about three rubs before I started to harden, and of course I escaped.
"At first, she thought it was funny, but since she kept on trying to push it down to my thigh while she rubbed, it kept on getting away, and she got frustrated, and I was the one who was amused. I showed her how boys did it, and let her take over.
"It didn't take me long to start producing precum, she asked me if it was pee, and I explained that it wasn't pee. It was slippery stuff to make my penis feel good, and that's where she found out what that word meant. She asked about my testicles, which she thought were a like couple of shooters in a bag."
"How right she was," Laura murmurs sotto voce.
I chuckle and continue. "I explained that they made a special cream."
"Very special, apparently," Laura murmurs, "Was that how you turned her into a cum-sucking slut?"
"I'm a cocksucker, Mummy," Gemma corrects her mother indignantly.
"That's your fault," I reply to the sharp look Laura directs at me.
"How do you figure that one?"
"Well, it came a bit later, actually. I'd been trying to be careful only to use the right words, but I let slip with 'cock' at one time, and she put that and what she was doing together. Apparently, you used the word to tell off someone who tried to run you over. We had to stop for a few seconds while I explained the twin meanings of all the naughty words and why they got used as swear words. By the way, Gemmy, what your mummy called you means more or less the same thing as 'cocksucker' anyway. But remember, we only use the words when we're alone."
"O.K."
"Now where was I?" I ask myself, "Oh yeah. With that set of explanations out of the way, Gemma put the slippery stuff, as she called it, to use, and damned near gave me a heart attack it felt so good."Since she seemed to have things pretty well in hand, so to speak, I leaned back and left her to it.
"The next thing I know, I'm feeling her breath on me. It didn't register for a few seconds, and when it did, it was too late. I tried to warn her, but there wasn't time for her to get out of the way, and she got the first shot right in the middle of her face, and the next one right in her mouth, and the rest all the way down the front of her body."
"God, I should be totally disgusted with you for doing that to my daughter. But I'm just pissed that I wasn't there to see it. Was she terribly upset?"
"Yes, but it was for me. I would have expected her to be totally disgusted by what happened, but all she was worried about was me. I was well and truly out of action, and when I came back, I had to reassure her that I was fine.
"She just thought it was funny that I'd squirted all over her, and she really floored me by saying she wanted me to do it all in her mouth the next time. There I was apologizing for all I was worth and trying to figure out how to keep her quiet, and she declares that my cum is yummy and she wants more.
"The only reason I didn't grab her then and there was my nuts felt like a couple of prunes that had been left out in the sun for a week. I explained it took me a while to recharge and offered to make her feel good instead.
"She wanted to know if it felt scary, because to her what happened to me looked like that. I explained it was like going a bit high on the swings, scary, but fun too, and she wanted to know if her tummy would go swoosh. So I said I'd try to make it do somersaults too."
"At her age?" Laura asks disbelievingly.
"Well, I wasn't sure myself, but I offered to try," I reply.
"Did she?"
"Oooh Yeah," I grin. "Since I didn't want to leave an incriminating mess on the bed, I went to get a towel to put under her, and when I got back, I caught her with her finger well and truly in the pussy pie. It didn't worry her though, and she just told me it was better when it was all slippy."
"His special cream feels nice in my vagina, Mummy," Gemma says.
"I bet it does," Laura chuckles.
"Hey, that's what I said," I laugh. "The moment I got the towel spread out, she was up on the bed and put her fingers back to work. I just watched her for a few minutes, until she asked if I was going to make her feel good. First, I made sure she understood what I was going to do, and told her to stop me if I did something she didn't like.
"Oh God, I wanted to just dive in and eat her up, but I didn't want to scare her, so I started nice and easy, just giving her the same sort of tickle and scratch that I'd done for her and the others a hundred times before. This time though, I was going to touch her everywhere. Eventually, I left her mound alone for quite some time though."
"Hey, that's exactly what you did to me," Laura breaks in. "I thought you said you'd never done it before."
"Not exactly," I grin. "I said I'd never done it before tonight."
"That was sneaky," she giggles.
"Well, what else could I have said? 'Oh, I did get in a few minutes' practice when I touched your daughter up a few hours ago'?"
"Hmmm, I might just have taken it a bit badly then," Laura grins. "I hope you didn't torture her as long as you did me."
"Of course not, I didn't have her tied up like you, and she would have spoiled all my hard work. Though it got spoiled anyway. I was teasing her, and asking her what she wanted me to do. So she told me, and then she floored me by telling me what she wanted to do afterwards.
"She wanted to pretend my penis was a baby's bottle and suck all of the special cream right out of it. The trouble was, she thought my shock was disgust, and it took me a while to convince her that I didn't hate her."
"Do you like to suck all the special cream out, Mummy?" Gemma asks. "Geoff says lots of grownup ladies don't like it."
"Yes, I do like it sometimes," Laura replies. "But he's right, some ladies don't."
"Why?" Gemma asks in confusion. "It's yummy."
"Well, some men's special cream isn't yummy at all, and the lady thinks they all taste the same. And sometimes they just think that the place where a man pees from is yucky, so they never try it to start with."
"Oh."
"So what happened next?"
"Well, in explaining that I didn't hate her, I told her about the different ways a boy and a girl could make each other feel good, including how to summon the stork, and that was when I found out about Julie and her crayons. Of course, she wanted to try that for herself, but I managed to talk myself and her out of it."
"I should hope so," Laura says.
"I'm gonna do it soon, Mummy," Gemma puts in enthusiastically. "Geoff says I just have to make my hole bigger first."
"Oh, does he?" Laura asks with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"That wasn't exactly what I said," I hastily put in. "Again, this came a bit later, but Gemma was adamant that she wanted to try, and she got me to admit that it was physically possible to fit my penis in her vagina if it was stretched a little bit at a time. Now, while I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want to do it, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt her, or have her hurt herself for me. In the end, though, I agreed that we could do it when I was sure she was ready. One thing I do regret, though, is that she won't be getting my cherry."
"I got it instead," Laura chuckles. "Maybe if you'd told me, I would have waited so you two could give your cherries to each other."
"Oh yeah," I grin. "I can just imagine that. 'Would you mind waiting, because I want your five-year-old daughter to be first?' You would have blown a gasket."
"You could be right," she laughs. "I still will if you do it, and I'm not there to watch."
"What's a cherry, Mummy?" Gemma asks.
"It's when someone has sex the first time," Laura explains. "When a boy puts his penis in a girl's vagina. So I've already got Geoff's cherry, and he wanted to give it to you."
"I don't mind," Gemma says. "He can practice with you a lot, and then he'll know 'zactly what to do when it's my turn."
This makes Laura and me look at each other and laugh. "Oh well, she'll have other opportunities," Laura says. "Now tell me more about how you debauched my daughter. And don't skip any juicy bits."
"Okay. Well, since we were more or less back to square one, I started all over again, but I used my lips as well as my fingers this time. I was a little surprised by how responsive she was. She may not have any boobs yet, but her nipples are still quite sensitive. I could tell that what she was feeling was more than the usual good feelings that you get from a nice back scratching.
"When my fingers got to her pussy, it was obvious she was already more than a little horny. Her clit was already half hard, and she was leaking a little. I soon had her jumping and squirming all over the place as I teased her with my fingers. But when my lips got nearer, she must have been afraid I'd miss, because she held herself stock still for me.
"Laura, your daughter has the most perfect little pussy I've ever seen, and also the tastiest."
"I don't know that I'd call a sample of two very significant," Laura says.
"Ah, but the comparison," I cry. "You're not bad yourself, but she is the purest of ambrosia."
"I guess I'll just have to take your word for it," Laura grins.
Suddenly, I see an opportunity to turn the tables on her. She'd been twitting me since she'd gotten home about little girls, and it was time for me to get some of my own back. "Oh, don't take my word for it," I grin. "Here, try some for yourself."
I reach between Gemma's legs, and she very obligingly accommodates me by spreading her legs and pushing her hips up off the bed. I immediately notice that her little pussy is quite damp, especially around her little fuck hole. Taking a chance, I press the tip of my little finger up against the tiny opening, and I'm immediately gratified when it opens up and allows the entire digit to slip easily inside.
"Oh Goody!" the wet little girl cries ecstatically. "Make it go in and out like before."
"Before?" Laura cries, her eyes locked almost hungrily on the finger I have buried deep inside her five-year-old daughter's tiny pussy.
"Ah, I was just getting to that bit," I reply. Of Gemma, I ask, "It's not sore, is it?"
"Uh-uh. Feels good," she almost whimpers as she bounces herself on my stationary finger. "Do the other finger now."
"The other finger?" Laura is incredulous. "God, that one almost looks like a full-sized dick compared to her."
"It feels real good, Mummy," Gemma declares. "It fills me right up. Hey, put it back."
Her last cry comes when I take my finger from her and teasingly wave it from side to side in front of Laura's face. "Here, taste it," I say. "Taste your five-year-old daughter's sweet little pussy. You want to taste it, don't you?"
"Yes," she says trancelike.
"Well, go on," I tease her. "Just open your mouth like a good girl, and suck all that sweet, delicious daughter cream from my finger."
Laura tilts her head back, eyes closed, tongue not quite extending beyond her lips. She looks like a child anticipating a treat. "Mmmm," she murmurs, her lips closing sensuously about the base of my finger when my curled knuckles brush her chin.
The moment her tongue touches my finger, though, a huge change overcomes her. Her eyes fly open with surprise, and her cheeks hollow as her tongue voraciously swirls over my finger. "Mmmm, Mmmmm, MMMMMMmmmmmmm."
All too soon, though, the taste fades, and she reluctantly releases my finger. "Oh boy!" she murmurs. "You weren't kidding. It's a wonder you didn't say I tasted like last week's fish."
"Now, that wouldn't have been very diplomatic of me, would it?" I grin. "Want some more?"
"God yesss!""she cries. "But only a gallon or two, I'm not greedy."
Chuckling, I move my hand back to Gemma's tiny hairless pussy and give it a little rub up and down the length of her slit before attempting to insert my ring finger into the tiny orifice awaiting my attentions. The way opens easily for me, but I remain cautious, keeping the pace of my insertion slow and gentle.
However, this doesn't suit the horny preschooler, who rocks forward, impaling herself in an instant. Laura gasps in shock at the brutal-seeming impalement, leaning forward as if to stop her daughter. But the expression of hunger on the tiny five-year-old's face never wavers, and she commences rocking back and forth, each thrust as brutal as the first.
"Oh Mummy," she whimpers, "does it feel like this when Geoff puts his penis in you?"
"Even better, Honey," Laura replies dreamily. "Oh god, I can't believe I just said that. Talk about a red rag to a bull."
"Mummy, I can't wait till Geoff puts his penis in my pussy hole," Gemma says as she works that same tight little pussy hole up and down the length of my finger.
"It's called fucking, Honey," Laura whispers to herself, but the sharp-eared youngster still hears it over the wet, meaty slapping of her loins against my knuckles.
"Ooh, that's a naughty word, Mummy," she cries, "Can I say it too?"
"Well, since you seem so eager for it, I don't see why not," Laura replies, "But only when you're alone with us."
"Am I fucking Geoff's finger, Mummy?" Gemma asks naughtily, obviously relishing being able to say a word that would normally earn her at the very least a sharp scolding.
"Yes, you are, Honey," Laura says, "You're fucking his finger real good. Can you stop for a minute, Honey? I'd like another taste of your delicious little pussy."
"Well, why don't you lick me like Geoff does?" Gemma suggests eagerly, "When he licks me, my tummy does 'splosions."
"Does it really?" Laura asks, "Are they nice explosions?"
"They're great!" The little girl avows. "Are you going to lick me, Mummy? Please?"
"Go ahead," I grin, "I think our little Gemmy bunger wants to go bang."
"Ooh yeah, Mummy, make me go bang," the horny little girl cries.
"God, I can't believe I'm doing this," Laura says, hovering indecisively over her daughter's rapidly pumping loins. "I'm going to eat my own daughter's pussy."
She looks at me. "How did you do this to us? I should be trying to kill you, but instead I want to hold her while you put your cock where your finger is now. I want to be this close when you fill her tiny little cunt with your cock."
Her hand hesitantly reaches for the soft flesh of her daughter's tiny, hairless mound, stroking the silky smooth skin with her fingertips. "I want to see these tiny lips stretched tight around your cock. Watch you fuck her tiny body until she screams with pleasure. To watch her hairless, baby pussy overflow with your creamy spunk."
"Mummeeeee!" Gemma cries, "Lick meee!"
I place my hand lightly on the back of Laura's head, pushing gently, providing that token of force that I feel she needs to overcome a lifetime of inhibition, but allowing her the opportunity to resist.
She moves with my hand, her tongue extending timidly to flicker once along the splayed cleft dividing her daughter's labia. Gemma squeals happily at the feathery contact, jamming herself hard on my finger as she pushes up to follow her mother's retreating tongue. "C'mon, Mummy, do it some more."
Tentatively, as if afraid that her daughter was made of the most delicate crystal, Laura allows her tongue to delicately touch the splayed groove at the top of her tiny daughter's straining thighs.
"Oh, that tickles, Mummy," Gemma giggles, slipping free of my finger as she falls back to the bed. "Oh, now look what you made Geoff do," the little girl scolds, as she reaches for my hand and pulls it against her wet little pussy. "You gotta do it proper, Mummy."
"I think you've just been told," I chuckle, as Gemma does her best to force my thick middle finger into her body.
It takes her a few seconds to get the tip started, but once begun, she easily takes it inside herself until the slight widening at the second knuckle stops her. But the halt is brief. While Laura looks on in awe, Gemma pulls hard on my wrist, and seats the remainder of my finger within her exquisitely tight vaginal sheath.
"Oh!" the little girl grunts, surprised by the sudden impalement, "It's bumping my insides."
"It's not hurting, is it?" Laura quickly asks as she reaches for my wrist.
"Uh-uh," the little girl shakes her head emphatically, "Feels real good. Are you gonna lick me proper now?"
"Yes, Honey," Laura whispers as she throws away the last of her inhibitions and slowly drags her tongue from my knuckle to the top of her daughter's tiny crease.
Gemma gasps at the first warm wet touch of her mother's tongue, and lets out a shrill squeal as the roughened surface rasps over her sensitive little clit. The sound makes Laura jerk back, afraid she'd hurt Gemma. But the piping cry, "Do it again, Mummy," reassures her, and she returns to the sweet pink cleft.
As she becomes more sure of herself and her tiny daughter's capacity for pleasure, Laura's tongue grows bolder, lingering longer on the tiny pleasure-filled nubbin. Before long, her tongue laps at every exposed millimetre of delicate pink skin, curling around my finger to brush over her daughter's soft perineum, and up almost to the tiny dome of Gemma's cute little outie.
Gemma signals her appreciation of her mother's attentions with a series of soft moans and whimpers, which rapidly grow louder. Her hips soon begin to buck insistently, jamming her soft little mons against her mother's lips, and sawing her clasping little fuck tube back and forth on my impaling finger.
After a minute or so, I become aware of Laura's tongue darting hungrily down to taste my finger each time Gemma's movements expose a juice-slimed knuckle, and then impossibly try to follow it back into the warm, wet heat of her daughter's vagina. She growls softly in frustration as she is thwarted time and time again by the tightness with which the narrow sheath grips me.
"Is this what you want?" I chuckle softly into her ear, as I withdraw my finger completely to allow Laura unfettered access to her young daughter's tasty little puss.
Laura wastes no time in answering me, and before Gemma can even begin to complain at the absence, Laura's tongue fills the sweet cavity I'd just vacated. And while it can not possibly hope to delve as deeply, Laura makes the attempt, reaching with her tongue for Gemma's cervix, like a cow straining for a solitary dandelion just inches from her nose.
Impossible as it seems, the ring of muscle that had felt so tight on my finger expands to allow ingress to the greater girth of Laura's oral invader. Whether it was because of my finger opening the way, or the smaller size of her mother's tongue, Gemma's tiny snatch allows Laura's tongue to fully enter where little more than the tip of mine had been before.
The howl that Gemma lets go at this sudden intrusion makes Laura jerk back in alarm, but she is held firmly in place by the fat little legs which her daughter practically knots behind her head. Realizing that there was no pain in the animalistic outcry made by her daughter, Laura returns her tongue to the tasty little well, sparking a lesser, but equally joy-filled yelp.
I quickly grasp that any attempt to reintroduce my fingers would probably result in their instant removal. So instead of trying to push in where I so obviously was not needed, I crawl around behind Laura.
I look down at the twin half moons of her upraised buttock and the drooling, swollen lips beneath for several seconds, then reach out to gently squeeze the soft globes before sliding my fingers lower to scoop up some of the flavoursome slime and transfer it to my mouth. She is so engrossed in pleasuring her daughter that she doesn't even seem to be aware of my rude touch, not even responding when I thumb the hot, turgid lips open to release more of her delicious cunt cream.
A wicked thought then enters my mind, and I grin as I wonder if what I plan on doing next will escape her. It doesn't. She howls with ecstasy, directly into her daughter's tiny cunt as I take aim with the tip of my prick and slam the entire length into the hot, clasping depths of her streaming snatch.
"Oh my God!" she cries, her chin rubbing along the full length of Gemma's slit as she throws her head back. "Fuck me like the sick bitch I am! Doggy fuck me while I eat my baby's little cunt."
As I begin to saw slowly back and forth, she lowers her head and returns to her briefly interrupted worship of her daughter's tiny, hairless pussy. From the very moment when I slid balls deep into her juicy snatch, I feel small spasmodic ripples lightly grip and release me, making me realize that the depraved act of eating out her own five-year-old daughter had been enough to bring the young mother to the verge of climax.
Having already cum four times that night, I felt no real urgency for myself. Leaning forwards over Laura's back, I disentangle Gemma's legs from about her neck and with a tiny foot in each hand, I push them out and back, opening the tiny girl up to her mother's hungry mouth. I place my head next to Laura's so that I might continue to observe the licentious act, and whisper instructions in her ear.
"She loves having her little clit played with," I whisper softly, "Flick it with your tongue."
For a few moments, it seems as if she's too caught up in what she's doing to heed me, but then a shudder ripples through Gemma's small frame as she emits a happy little yelp.While Laura continues slapping the tiny pleasure button with her tongue, I release one of Gemma's feet to reach around her mother's hips and lightly flick my fingernail over the larger, turgid nodule between her pussy lips. Timing my assaults to come between her own attacks on Gemma's clit, I quickly have her squeaking in counterpoint to her daughter.
Then just as we begin falling into a rhythm, I give a series of short, sharp jabs with my prick in the volcanic heat of her juicy tunnel of love. Jarred by my hips slapping against her buttocks, she is for a few moments unable to do more than hold her lips to the her daughter's red, swollen labia, transferring the force of my thrusts directly to Gemmy's small, hairless mons.
After a few seconds, I change to more languorous, deep, full-length strokes and murmur, "Nibble her pussy lips with your lips as well."
Again, it seems to take several seconds for my words to filter through to her, but when they do, she complies. Tilting her head to the side, she lips her way up and down the flushed, swollen labia of her daughter, each toothless bite earning a soft squeak of pleasure. Each time she crosses over at the top, her tongue slaps down on the turgid little clit, accompanied by a somewhat louder cry. At the bottom, it dips inwards to taste the sweet, prepubescent delights of Gemma's vaginal opening, forcing a breathy yelp of pleasure from her daughter.
"Use your lips to bite her clit," I whisper at the conclusion of Laura's second circuit, as I gently pinch her lust-swollen pleasure bulb and tug it lightly.
Under the new stimulus, Gemma's cries become louder and more urgent, signaling the approaching onset of her orgasm, and I whisper to Laura, "Can you hear that? Your baby girl's about to cum. Slip your finger into her pussy, so it has something to squeeze."
Laura whimpers a little at the thought of having to forego her daughter's sweet nectar, but she complies, and the little girl's outcries immediately become more strident as the rapidly cresting wave threatens to break. But before it does, I whisper one final instruction.
"Suck her clit," I say urgently, "Suck it hard!"
"Aieeeeeeeeee!" With a shrill, paint-peeling squeal that rapidly soars higher and higher in pitch, Gemma cums, and cums hard. Her tiny frame writhes with pleasure, barely held in place by her mother's impaling finger. Then, as it seems that her cry will pass beyond the limit of our hearing, her body convulses and she begins all over again, this time beginning with a low growl, which rises quickly into the upper registers.
By the fourth repetition, she barely has the breath to whimper, and Laura relents. She lets the oversensitive bundle of nerves slip from her lips, and when the abdominal ripples signaling the young preschooler's vaginal contractions finally cease, she gently extracts her finger. She softly laps up the few drops of sweet essence that escape, then lifts her head to look into the tiny face that is slowly relaxing from a fierce rictus which might have been agony, to a dreamy, half-conscious smile.
"Fuck me," she suddenly growls, rearing up in front of me and turning her head to look back into my eyes. "Bitch, fuck me hard, but don't you fucking dare cum."
Curling my arms around under her arms, I grab a double handful of firm tit flesh and draw my hips back until I remain barely lodged within her steaming sheath. Ignoring her instructions, I start with half a dozen short, quick jabs, using only the first third or so of my prick.
"Come on, you sick fuck," she cries, forcing herself back against my loins, "I said fuck me hard. If you want to hang around long enough to have a shot at my little girl, you're gonna have to do better than that. Show me you're good enough to fuck my baby."
Laura's filthy words have the desired effect. I draw back, and then slam forwards with enough force to drive a deep grunt from her body. "So that's what it takes, you nasty, pervert," she says. "O.K. Daddy," her voice takes on a piping, childlike quality, "Fuck my tiny pussy, Daddy."
I pull back and slam into her again, "Oh yess, Daddy!" she cries, "Just like that, slam your big, fat daddy cock into my little hole. Play with my titties, Daddy."
As I continue to slam-fuck her streaming cunt, I maul her breasts with my hands, kneading the firm flesh in my palms. Letting them slip through my fingers, until I can trap her bullet-like nipples.
"Does my little girl like that?" I growl softly in her ear, as I roll the rubbery bulbs between my fingertips and pull them away from her body.
"Oh yesss, Daddy," she whimpers, "My boobies like it when you squeeze them like that."
"Is that how you fuck Mummy?" Gemma asks, half-curiously, half-fearfully. "Doesn't it hurt?"
"Stop, Geoff!" Laura cries, grabbing my wrists. She then goes on, "No, Honey, Geoff's not hurting me. What he was doing is one of the ways people can fuck, and it makes me feel good. I thought you'd fallen asleep, or I wouldn't have asked Geoff to do it like that, but he was doing it exactly the way I wanted him to."
"Do I have to go to sleep, Mummy?" Gemma asks pleadingly, "Can't I watch Daddy fuck you first?"
"Of course you can, Gemmy," Laura replies, "Why don't you turn around and lie underneath us, so you can see everything up close."
As if fearful that we might change our minds, Gemma teleports herself into position. "Is his penis really inside you, Mummy? It looks funny. Can I feel it, please?"
"Sure, Honey," Laura replies. Almost immediately, she cries out, "Oh shit! My little girl's touching my cunt while my paedophile, pervert boyfriend's fucking me. Oh God, Honey, that feels so good."
I have to agree. Tiny fingers gently probe at the point where my rock-hard shaft is almost fully buried in the wet, jungle heat of Laura's hot snatch. Oiled by her mother's slick juices, Gemma's fingers slide all the way around my shaft and then withdraw.
A couple of moments later, my balls are lifted and gently butted aside, and Laura lets out a shrill shriek, closely echoed by my cry of "Oh my God!" as a tiny wet tongue insinuates itself between Laura's pussy lips and laps at the leaking seal around my cock.
Gemma giggles naughtily, obviously pleased by the effect of her surprise attack. "You taste nice, Mummy. Make your penis go in and out, Daddy."
"Shit, yess!" Laura cries, "Fuck me while our little girl licks us."
"Oh, does the nasty mummy like having her twat licked by her baby girl while I stuff it with my big, fat prick?" I murmur in her ear as I begin to saw slowly in and out of her streaming snatch.
"Shit, you're wet," I tell her, "you're going to drown the little slut if you're not careful. I can feel her hot, little tongue licking your juices from my prick when I pull out, Mummy Pervert. She's a good little pussy pleaser, isn't she?"
"Fuck, yesss!" Laura whispers back, "She's licking my clit when she can't get at your cock, and it feels like heaven. That's it, Honey," she raises her voice, "Lick Mummy's clit like a good little cunt licker."
"She's going to make you cum, isn't she?" I ask softly. "You're going to cream all over my stiff prod and flood her little face with your fuck juices. And I'm going to fill you with my cum so she can eat our fuck right out of your messy fuck hole."
"No, you're not, you bastard!" she says in a fierce whisper, "I've got something special in mind for Daddy Pervert's cum."
"And what might that be?" I ask, pausing with my cock half-way out of her steamy box.
"Don't you worry about that now," she hisses, "You just keep on fucking me, and keep your nasty, baby-making cream right where it is."
"Oh, so the nasty, daughter-diddling Mummy won't tell me," I coo, "We'll see about that." I raise my voice, "Gemmy, suck Mummy's clit now. Suck it real hard and bite it with your lips."
"YESSSS!" Laura screams at the top of her lungs, as Gemma follows my instructions, while at the same time, I bear down hard on her stiffened nipples and tug them up and away from her body until her breasts become elongated cones.
"Again, Gemma!" I cry, "As hard as you can."
"FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!" Laura yells, her mouth right by my ear.
With my balls slapping across Gemma's forehead and the bridge of her nose, I plunge in and out of Laura's obscenely squelching snatch. Suddenly, the hot, silky walls of her cunt clamp down on my prick, squeezing it, massaging up and down its length, as they try to milk my seed into her waiting womb.
"I'M CUMMING!" she howls, "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING ON MY BABY GIRL'S TONGUE. I'M CUMMING ALL OVER HER FUCKING FACE. OH FUCK. OH FUCK. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I'M FUCKING DYING. OH GOD! IT'S TOO MUCH. USE YOUR TEETH, GEMMY. BITE MUMMY'S CLIT. AIIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeee!"
With a final, mindless howl of pure ecstasy, Laura falls limply against my hands, her body twitching spasmodically, as the after-effects of her massive climax take their toll on her limp, unconscious body. I gently disengage myself from her now slack pussy, feeling a flood of pent-up juices sluice from her gaping fuck hole. Beneath us, I hear the lewd sounds of Gemma slurping up this bounty, and then a few moments later, her little tongue laves my cunt-slimed balls.
Suddenly, the little girl becomes aware that her mother has gone silent. She wriggles her way out from under us and sits up to look into Laura's slack features. "Did we hurt Mummy?" she asks fearfully.
"No, honey," I reply, as I gently lower Laura to the mattress, "We just made her feel so good that she needs a little rest. Let's cuddle up to her, so she knows we love her when she wakes up."
"There's no need for that, darlings," Laura whispers, "I know how much you both love me. You showed me that by giving me the best feelings ever. And now it's time for a special treat for you two."Gemmy, how would you like to feel what it's like for Geoff to squirt his special cream right up inside your little pussy?"
"Can I, Mummy?" the little girl shrieks, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"No, Laura!" I say almost at the same time, my heart breaking as Gemma's radiant face crumples. "I can't do that to her. I'd split her in two."
"I know that, you idiot," she replies. "Do you think I want to see her screaming in pain? I know you can't fuck her yet, but you can still rub your cock on the outside of her pussy, jack off into her."
"Oh! I'm sorry, Gemmy," I apologize. "Would you like that? Would you like me to rub my cock on your pussy, and squirt my special cream into your vagina?"
"Oh, yes!" she squeals, her face lighting up like the sun once more. "That's nearly as good as fucking me. But I really wish I could put your cock in my pussy for real."
"So do I, Honey," I murmur. "But we have to wait until you're ready or it would hurt too much and wouldn't be nice like it should be."
"I'm gonna get ready real soon," Gemma assures me. "I want you to fuck me just like Mummy. But maybe not so hard, okay?"
"I think so too," Laura laughs. "If he did you like he does me, he'd split you right up the middle. Maybe when you're older, Geoff can give you a good slam fuck, but you'll just have to settle for this for now."
"Uh, how do you want to do this?" I ask.
"Well, she could get down on her hands and knees," Laura says, "and you could do it Greek, but..."
"No, I don't really think she's ready for that either," I interrupt.
"First of all," Laura says, "what you're thinking is *not* what the Greeks really did, and I agree, she's not ready for that. Doing it Greek, properly means you put your cock between her thighs. But if you'd waited a little longer, I was going to say that you should be able to look at each other the first time. I think you should lie down and let Gemma ride the pony."
"First of all though," She grins at us, "I think your pencil needs a little more lead in it, and I think I'm going to insist on doing the honours."
With a shove, Laura pushes me back to lie across the foot of the bed, the only dry spot left, and lowers her lips to my three-quarters hard prick. Just as she'd done earlier, she plunges her face down over my rod, taking the head into the back of her throat and swallowing it to the root.
This time, however, she doesn't stop the moment I'm fully hard, but comprehensively demonstrates to her daughter that she still has a lot to learn about the art of fellatio. From tip to root, she fucks me with her face, sometimes lunging downward to take me deep in an instant and at other times, working her way down slowly, her lips nibbling at my shaft all the way to the base.
Releasing me with a loud, obscene, and obviously deliberate slurp, Laura goes for my balls, sucking them one at a time into her mouth and rolling them about on her tongue. I groan at the incredible sensations, my scalp tightening with delicious fear as her teeth scrape ever so lightly over my vulnerable gonads.
Then, spitting my saliva-moistened nut out like an apricot stone, she gently nibbles with her teeth along the flap of skin between my nut sack and the base of my cock, and then all of the way up its length to the fraenum. Pursing her lips, she sucks on me there, making me cry out in pleasure.
Beside us, Gemma looks on intently, obviously storing up what her mother is doing, for the next time she sucks my cock. In fact, as his mother plunges her face down over the full length of my steely prick yet again, it becomes too much for her, and she timidly taps her mother on the shoulder, asking, "Can I do that too, please, Mummy?"
"Of course you can, Honey, just remember we're just doing it to get him ready," Laura says. "And you," she turns to me with a mock admonishing glare, "remember where this load is supposed to go."
Gemma cocks her head to one side for a few moments, looking at my cock as if gauging where to begin. Then, having reached some sort of decision, she bends over until her breath chills my spit-moistened balls. Opening wide, she sucks one into her warm, moist mouth and tries to copy what her mother had done, but, because of her size, is unable to do much more than prod it a little with her tongue. Still, the obscene thought that it is a five-year-old preschooler who is doing this is more than enough to make up for the lack.
When she pushes it out a moment later with her tongue, she giggles, "His hair tickles my tongue."
"It does a bit, doesn't it?" Laura chuckles. "But it's still fun, isn't it?"
"Yeah!" the naughty little girl giggles. "I like doing naughty stuff. Can I bite it now?"
"Very, very gently," Laura cautions. "Your teeth are sharper than mine, and I think you better not nibble on the wrinkled bit near the top at all."
Gemma's tiny, sharp teeth send delicious thrills of pain/pleasure through me, eliciting involuntary groans from my lips. As she nears the top, she covers her teeth with her lips, but continues to chew gently on my cock, and the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.
Pulling back, she levers my cock upright and gives the tip a soft, wet kiss, drilling the tip of her tongue into the open slit to get at the drop of precum that oozes out. A moment later, her face assumes a resolute expression. I guess what she is about to do, but before I can stop her, she jams her head downwards, and actually manages to force the tip of my cock partway into her incredibly, exquisitely, tight little throat, taking nearly three-quarters of my steel-hard prick beyond her lips.
Her eyes pop open comically wide, and then her throat convulses as it tries to force the unnatural obstruction from her airway. Afraid that she might bite me in her panic as well as being scared for her sake, I reach for her head to help her dislodge me from her throat, but she bats my hand away. Red-faced, and with tears streaming from her eyes, she grabs my hips, and incredibly, tries to pull herself onto me.
At first, it seems impossible that she might succeed, and Laura, who had been briefly shocked into immobility, reached for her daughter. Then, just as her hands touch the straining little girl's cheeks, I feel a strange popping sensation, and the impossibly tight embrace of her rippling oesophagus massages my glans, while her lower lip presses firmly against my tightened nut sack.
Laura and I gape dumbly at the sight, and paradoxically, it is the very tightness of Gemma's throat that keeps me from blasting my seed directly into her stomach.
Having achieved her impossible-seeming task, Gemma loses no time in shifting her hands to the front of my thighs and forcing herself free of the fleshy spear that is choking her. Immediately she is clear, she draws a deep, shuddering breath and coughs raggedly a couple of times before smiling tremulously and announcing in a voice filled with pride, "I did it!"
"Yes, you did, Honey," Laura says, as she pulls her daughter into a fierce, protective embrace. "You sucked his whole cock, but you shouldn't have tried. You could have hurt yourself really badly."
"How come you didn't choke when you did it, Mummy?" Gemma asks, blithely ignoring her mother's warning.
"Well, I did too, the first few times I tried," Laura says. "You've got to swallow at the right time. It's something you have to practice, and it helps if you take a deep breath *before* you start too," she chuckles.
"Can I try it again?" she asks. "I want to practice until I do it right."
"No, you can't!" Laura and I cry simultaneously.
"Remember what we said before?" I continue. "You should only do things that you like to do. It doesn't matter how good it makes me feel, if you don't like it, you shouldn't do it."
"But I like making you feel good," Gemma protests.
"Well, I don't like you hurting yourself to do it," I reply gently.
"But it didn't hurt," Gemma says. "At least not very much, and that was because I did it wrong."
"No, you didn't," Laura says. "Well, maybe a little bit, but I'll tell you something. You are the first girl I've ever heard of who has done it at all on her very first try. It usually takes a girl heaps and heaps of tries to get a man's cock all the way into her throat, and lots of them can never do it at all."
"I did it good, then?" Gemma squeals happily.
"Jesus, woman," I cry disbelievingly, "she damned near chokes herself to death on my cock the first time, and now you're encouraging her to do it again."
"Oh, don't be a party pooper, Geoff," Laura giggles. "If she can do that without knowing what the hell she's supposed to do, she won't have any problems at all with a bit of coaching. And don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it. I saw your balls practically snap up into your guts when she did it."
She looks down at her daughter, "And that's another reason why you better not try again just now. When a man's balls pull up real tight against his cock, that means he's just about to squirt his spunk, and if you practice now, he won't have any left to fill your little pussy up."
"But I like it when he does it in my mouth," Gemma declares. "His spunk tastes yummy."
"I know it does," Laura smiles, "But you wouldn't taste it if he wasted it down your throat, would you."
"I guess so," Gemma replies. "Can you make it squirt in my hole now, Geoff?"
"I think he can manage that," Laura chuckles. "You just sit up on his cock, and I'll show you what to do."
With a little help from her mother to get her situated just right, Gemma is quickly ensconced astride my hips, with the underside of my cock pressing up between her splayed labia. "Hey, it looks like I've got a cock like Geoff has," the little girl giggles, looking down at where about half of my prick peeks obscenely from between her bald little pussy lips.
"So it does.""Laura giggles in mock surprise, "Now scoot your bottom backwards and forwards and see how it feels."
Gemma is quick to comply, her eyes opening wide at the initial sensations, and then becoming half-lidded and dreamy as she concentrates on the delicious feelings. "It feels nice," she murmurs happily, "I can feel all the bumps on his cock with my clit bump."
"Scoot forward a little bit more, Honey," Laura instructs, "You want to rub against the top of his cock so it feels good for Geoff too."
"It feels pretty damned good just as it is," I say with a grin.
"I'll bet it does, Daddy Pervert," Laura grins back, "I bet you just love having my naughty slut daughter rubbing her tiny bald pussy on your big fat prick. I bet you're loving the idea of shooting her tiny little cunt full of your nasty baby juice. I know I am, I just can't wait to hold your fat, purple knob up against her tiny hole while you pump it full of yummy baby-making cream."
Spurred on by Laura's dirty speech, I grasp Gemma by the hip and pull her harder against me, crushing her little clit against the underside of my steely prick as I guide her back and forth. "Gonna pump her baby hole full," I grunt, "Gonna squirt so much cum in her tight little hole her eyeballs are gonna float. God, I love her bald little snatch. Can't wait to fill it with my baby-making spunk and watch it dribble down her legs. Gonna cream her good."
"Oh yes, Daddy!" Gemma squeals, "Squirt the stuff that makes babies in me. I want to have a baby like Karen too."
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh God," Laura yelps as if bitten, "Do it. God, I wish you could make a baby in her. Could you imagine it? Little baby girl going to school with a belly as big as she is. I'm gonna cream just thinking about it."
"Do it, Daddy, put a baby in my tummy just like Karen's got," Gemma cries, rocking back and forth like a thing possessed.
"Do it, Daddy Pervert!" Laura almost whimpers, "Give the little slut a big belly. Knock her up."
"Yeah, Daddy Pervert, knock me up," Gemma squeals.
Assaulted on both sides with obscene encouragements to plant my seed deep in Gemma's unripe belly, my loins burn for release. My balls churn with the need to release their boiling cargo.
"Oh God, here it comes," I cry, jerking Gemma higher on my belly, and off the bloated head of my prick.
"Lie down!" Laura cries urgently, pushing Gemma between the shoulders as she wraps her fingers around the twitching shaft. "Push, Geoff!"
I push, and feel the soft lips of Gemma's hairless pussy sear the sensitive flesh of my cock head as they part and let my turgid glans kiss the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her vaginal passage.
"Harder!" Laura cries.
Lost in the sensation of the cum rising from my balls, I push, and feel the tight ring give way, letting the top third of my glans wedge itself within the searing heat of her baby cunt. I feel Laura's fist pump my shaft twice, and a rivulet of molten lava burns through me, spitting from the tip of my prick into the welcoming depths of Gemma's immature, five-year-old vagina.
I writhe with the delightful agony of my climax, yelling with pleasure as bolt after searing bolt of cock cream burns through my prick to jet from the tip into Gemma's hot little fuck tube. "Oh, Daddy!" I dimly hear her cry. "I can feel it. I can feel you squirting in my pussy hole."
All too soon, my balls have nothing left to give. They ache deliciously from having five enormous loads of cum torn from them in less than twelve hours. The pleasure of each climax greater than the last. All too soon that glorious spiral would have to end or the sheer pleasure would kill me.
'What a way to go!' my demon groans deep in my mind, 'Count me in, I'm ready to meet my maker.'
From staring hungrily down at her pussy as I washed her dirty bottom, to this in less than half a day. From a naughty pose to a ready-made family in mere hours. I think from the very instant I gave into my dark urges to take a closer look at the forbidden fruit of my new-gained daughter, I was snared, but I didn't feel trapped. I felt freer than I've ever felt before.
I was every bit as much in love with Laura as I was with her five-year-old daughter. I was a lover of little girls, and for the first time, I no longer felt ashamed of it, because I knew that my love encompassed all girls, both young and old. And in particular, that love was for the two girls who had given me such pleasure as no man had ever felt before.
"God, Geoff," Laura's voice finally reaches me, "You look like you've had a religious experience."
"Very nearly, I think," I reply.
"Was it really that good?" Laura asks, half amused and half in wonderment, "If it was, I don't think I dare let Gemmy have what she wants. Explaining your death to the coroner might be a bit difficult."
I have to chuckle at the image she conjures, but I quickly sober. "No, it wasn't that. Though that was the best yet. I think I'm ready to commit to what we dodged our way about before. And maybe someday all the way commit."
"This isn't because of Gemmy, is it?" Laura asks guardedly.
"Yes, but not the way you might be thinking," I reply, "I'd do it even if tonight never happened again. I've always thought there was something wrong inside of me, to make me feel the way I do about young girls, but tonight I've discovered that I feel that way about you too. It's not about me being a pedophile, though it's too late to change that now, I turned to young girls because they never rejected me, or ridiculed me, like older girls did, and then everything that happened to me just seemed to keep pushing me in that direction.
"Maybe it was fate that made me let things get out of hand while you were at work. God knows, I've taken what she did and more from other girls in the last two years without giving in to my desires. For five years, I've known just how easy it is to lead a young girl into sexual experimentation. And for five years, I've refrained, through fear of others at first and later because of fear for them.
"Tonight it was different. The fear was still there, but mostly it was for myself, because I knew that once I gave in, I wouldn't be able to stop. Right from the beginning, Gemma seemed to be in control, so the fear I should have felt for her just never came into it. It was almost like what she did to you tonight, except that I could see that everything was as new to her as it was to me. She was learning, but she was so firmly in the lead, that sometimes I would have to run to keep up."
"I know what you mean," Laura says, "I still can't believe she throated you like that. I admit I was showing off, but never in a million years would I have expected her to try and copy me."
"Yeah, well, now you know," I chuckle, "We're going to have to watch ourselves around her, though there's really only one thing left, and she's agreed to wait until we say she's ready for that."
"Don't be too sure about that," Laura giggles, "I don't think she was pretending when she told you she wanted a baby like Karen's having."
"Oh, I've already told her she's too young to make a baby," I reply confidently.
"But you'll make one in me when I get old enough, won't you?" Gemma pipes up with equal confidence.
"Oh, shit," I groan, while Laura bursts out laughing as she gives me a blatant 'I told you so' look.
"You will, won't you?" Gemma asks, almost pleadingly.
"Well, aren't you going to answer her?" Laura chortles, obviously enjoying my stunned expression.
"Uh-uh," I shake my head, grinning, "It was your dirty talk which got this started, and now *you* can finish it."
"Bastard," she says to me. Turning to Gemma, she continues, "Mummy was just pretending before, Honey. Sometimes when people do sex things, it makes it better to pretend, or think about something really naughty or nasty. We knew that you couldn't have a baby, but because you're such a little girl and nearly everyone thinks that little girls having babies is nasty, so talking about it made it feel extra good for Geoff."
"But why can't I have a baby?" Gemma persists.
'Hoo boy,' Laura mutters, "you don't give up easy, do you? Well, the first and best reason is that having a baby when you're very young can hurt your body a lot. Do you know how a baby comes out?"
"Uh-huh, it comes out of my vagina. Geoff told me."
"Well, if you're too small, it can sometimes make it so you can never have any more babies."
"O.K. I'll wait until you say I'm big enough to have a baby," Gemma says as if that should be the end of the matter.
"Well, that's a start," Laura says, "but there are lots of people reasons too. Most people think girls shouldn't have babies until they're at least eighteen, and if they do, they sometimes think that the girl is very bad and they pick on her a lot. That's what happened to me when I had you, my daddy kicked me out and I went to live with a very bad man."
"But Karen's Daddy didn't do that to her, he's nice. And Geoff wouldn't do it to me," Gemma argues.
"But Karen did lose nearly all of her old friends, because they weren't allowed to play with her anymore," Laura responds.
"How come?" Gemma asks.
"Because all of their parents thought she was bad and wouldn't let them, in case they were bad too."
"That's silly, you have to have sex to have a baby."
"I think it might be better if you use the proper words unless we're actually doing it, Gemmy, so you should say 'have sex' instead of 'fuck'. You're right, it is silly, but everyone gets at least a little bit silly about sex, and when kids are involved, they nearly always get very silly. So the best thing to do is pretend to be like everyone else, and when you're in private, you can have sex up a storm."
"Oooh, you said the bad word," Gemma giggles."I know I did," Laura chuckles, "when you get older, you know when it's all right to say naughty sex words, but until then you say the proper words."
"Can Geoff still make a baby in me when I get old enough that people don't care?" Gemma asks hopefully.
"I can't answer that one, Honey," Laura says. "Geoff, the ball's in your court."
"Please, Daddy, will you be my baby's Daddy too?" Gemma looks at me pleadingly.
"Honey," I whisper lovingly, "if, when you're ready to have a baby, you still want me to be the Daddy, I'd be happy to do it."
"Oh, thank you," Gemma cries, plastering my face with kisses, "You're the best daddy in the whole world. But I wish I could have a baby to love right now."
"For that, you will have to ask your mother," I grin, waggling my eyebrows at Laura's shocked look.
"Yeah!" the little girl cries gleefully, "Geoff can have sex with you and then I'll have a baby sister like Julie's having."
"That's a thought, I could always use another little girl to fuck," I grin in response to Laura's dumbfounded expression.
"What if it's a boy?" Gemma asks.
"Well, in that case, you'll have a little brother to fuck instead."
"That sounds like something out of one of your filthy stories," Laura giggles.
"It is," I grin. Sobering, I look down at Gemma's face. "Having a baby's a very big decision, so don't get your hopes up just yet. Your Mummy and I need to think about it for quite a bit first."
"But..."
"Not buts, goats but," I grin, "Karen's going to have a baby very soon, and I'll be looking after her as well as the rest of you lot once she's gone back to work. Who knows, you might decide you don't like babies at all. She's going to steal lots of my time. She dribbles, she's noisy, sometimes smelly, and almost no fun at all for other little kids until she's nearly a year old."
"You make it sound such a chore I'm not sure I want to even consider it," Laura chuckles, "But Geoff's right, Honey, babies are all those things and more. There are things that make it all more than worthwhile, but babies aren't little dolls you can ignore until they do something interesting."
"However, in the meantime, I think it's way past time that the three of us got some sleep. And since we seem to have made a bit of a mess here," she giggles, surveying the sodden rumpled sheets, "I think Geoff and I better use his bed."
"Can I sleep with you too?" Gemma asks, adding with patently false fear, "The storm might come back."
"Scamp," I grin, giving her cute little bum a soft spank, "What do you think?" I ask of Laura, "Make a little girl sandwich?"
"Not bloody likely," Laura says with feeling. Then as Gemma's face falls, she grins. "I want to sleep next to my man the first night I have him. You'll have to take the other side."
"Yippee," the little girl cries, bouncing up and down on my belly.
"Ugh!" I grunt. "Better get off, I need to pee."
"What happened to the much vaunted superior male bladder?" Laura twits me.
"Your daughter," I grin, swinging my legs off the bed and hefting said offspring on my hip as I head for the bathroom and beyond.
"Can I hold it again?" Gemma asks, as I front up to the bowl.
"I guess so," I grin, "but it all goes in there this time, O.K."
She giggles and nods, leaving a slimy trail of sperm down my leg as I let her slip to the floor. "Oooh, I can feel your spunk coming out."
"Hey, what's going on here?" Laura asks with a grin just as I get going.
"Eeek! Oh, look what you made me do, Mummy," Gemma cries in mild outrage, quickly getting my prick pointed back at the bowl.
"Sorry, Honey," Laura chuckles, "You're doing a real good job, and you only made a tiny splash when I scared you. Did you help Geoff pee last night too?"
"Uh-huh, in the shower," Gemma affirms, "an' I made it go all over me too, an' it felt all warm and tingly and nice."
"Was that your idea too?"
"Uh-huh."
"Like I said," I chuckle, "she lead the whole way. O.K. time to shake."
"Huh?"
"Like this," I close my hand over hers and give it a couple of quick wanks to shake off the last few drops.
"O.K. shove aside you two," Laura says, giving us a bump with her hip, "My turn."
Since Gemma maintains her grip on my cock, she perforce follows as I step back. And a moment later her tongue flicks out to lap across the slightly damp head of my cock.
"Gemma!" Laura cries in shock, stopping in a half crouch over the toilet seat.
"Tastes real salty," the nasty little shit giggles unperturbed.
"She's the leader of the pack," I sing.
"God, is there anything she won't try?" Laura asks wonderingly.
"Buggered if I know," I grin, "I haven't been game to ask."
"I kissed his bottom hole too," Gemma offers helpfully. "Can I help you pee too?"
"What the hell, go for it," Laura chuckles.
Gemma squeezes in between Laura's knee and the wall, and leans over to pry her mother's labia apart. "O.K. you can pee now, Mummy."
"Thanks, Honey," Laura says, rolling her eyes at me.
The pale straw-colored stream that Laura discharges in a thick, powerful jet, emerges from just below her prominent clit, and hisses noisily against the side of the bowl as she sighs with relief. It lasts only a few seconds before she finishes with a grunt and a final short spurt.
"May I wipe?" I ask, waggling my tongue lewdly in her direction.
"You too, huh?" she grins, "Why the hell not. I guess that means I have to do Gemma or you'll think I'm chicken."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Gemma says seriously.
"Oh, it's all right, Honey," Laura says, "I want to do it at least once just to see what it's like. After that, we'll see. It might be fun."
"Oh, it is, Mummy," Gemma says enthusiastically, "Specially when he makes it go splash real hard on my clit bump and in my hole."
"You really have tried everything, haven't you?" Laura chuckles. Then fixing me with a haughty look, she says, "O.K. slave, get down on your knees and clean me up."
"Yes, mistress," I say with my head bowed submissively, as I comply.
Standing, she assumes a spraddle-legged stance over me. I tilt my head back and drag my tongue back and forth through her glistening crease. Unsurprisingly, I can taste little more than the copious juices of her several orgasms and continual leaking, though there is a slightly spicy saltiness, which just serves to make it better.
"Well?"
"Delicious, mistress," I grin, "I think I could go the whole hog."
"My turn, Mummy," Gemma cries, pulling herself up onto the seat. Hunching over to look for herself, she asks, "Is much of Geoff's spunk coming out? It feels like heaps."
We look, and discover that remarkably little has leaked. Just a few drops which still cling to her firm little pussy lips. "Hardly any at all, Honey," Laura says. "It just feels like a lot because you're not used to it. Are you ready to pee for us now?"
Laura then leans forwards and whispers something in her daughter's ear. Whatever it is, makes the little girl's eyes widen in surprise and she nods enthusiastically.
Laura does the honors of holding Gemma's fat little lips apart while the little girl releases a pale golden arch of pee into the bowl. As it ends, she says, "O.K. Mummy, now."
Laura immediately shifts her grip to her daughter's hips and lifts her into the air over her backwards tilted head. A moment later Gemma releases a final spurt of pee directly into her mother's mouth. Laura quickly swallows and pulls her daughter in to lick her clean.
"Well, I wouldn't say delicious, but it's not that bad," Laura grins lopsidedly, "I think we might just do it again sometime. But for now. Bed!"
The sun is well and truly up the following morning, when the sensation of a warm, wet mouth on my prick brings me slowly to the surface. For several seconds I lie back with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Gemma's soft baby-like sucking. Slowly the events of the previous night come back to me, and I open my eyes to look down at the slowly moving, tousled, blonde head pillowed on my belly and the equally dishevelled head on my shoulder.
"Good morning, Gemmy," I rumble quietly, reaching down to run my fingers through her soft hair.
"Oh!" she squeaks in happy surprise, "G'morning, Daddy."
"No, not right now," I tell her, as I gently restrain her from returning to her sucking. "Mummy didn't get as much sleep as us."
"O.K.," she agrees loudly, "Can I do it when she does?"
"Shhh, scamp," I grin at her fortunately unsuccessful attempt to wake her mother, "Let your mother sleep. And when she does wake up, we're going to my place to get my stuff, so you're going to have to wait a bit longer."
"However, since the two of us are awake and we probably stink to high heaven, I think we should have a shower and see about getting something for breakfast. Now scoot, and I'll be with you in a sec."
With a naughty showing of her tongue and then her bare bottom, Gemma scoots, and I begin the delicate task of extricating myself from Laura's clasp. She mumbles complainingly a couple of times as I gently work my arm out from beneath her, but remains fast asleep and rolls into the warm hollow left by my body with a blissful sigh.
Since she's not allowed to touch the taps, I find Gemma bouncing impatiently from one foot to another in the bathroom doorway. "You look like you need a pee," I grin at her.
"I do," she giggles, "hurry up, slowpoke, I wanna play some games in the shower."
"Well, we're not," I tell her firmly, "Morning pee is too strong for games. All we're going to do is have a quick shower and then get breakfast. Playtime comes later, after we do all the things we have to do today."
"Meanie," she pouts.
"Not at all," I grin unrepentantly, "You know the rules as well as I do. Work first and then play.""Double meanie," she grins.
Our shower is punctuated with lots of squirmy, fun, but I manage to keep the sex play down to a minimum, just a few playful sucks that don't even get me fully hard and a couple of well-aimed shots with the shower head on pulse. As we finish drying off, I think I hear voices, so just to be sure I wrap a towel around my waist before opening the door and emerging with a naked Gemma on my hip.
"...smells like a whore house on payday. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you had a man here," Karen's voice trails off into silence as she spots us.
"Hi Geoff. Hi Gemmy," eight-year-old Julie pipes up, seemingly unconcerned by my near nakedness.
"Hi Julie. Hi Karen. Guess what?" Gemma cries out excitedly to her friend. "Geoff's my Daddy now!"
Squirming to be released, she dislodges my towel, forcing me to quickly retreat back into the bathroom, chased by a quartet of naughty giggles. | null | Part 3 | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Babysitting Gemma Part03.txt |
2,205 | Clayton | The Caravan | "Listen, you lot," my mother says in that strained tone of voice that told us she was at the end of her tether. "If you don't get out of my hair this instant, I'm going to do something that you're going to regret for the rest of your lives, which the way you're going right now will be about five minutes."
"But what can we do?" Tisiphone, my little sister, complains. "There's nothing on TV, and it's pouring outside."
"I don't really care, just so long as it's quiet," Mum says tightly. "Go and play Monopoly or something."
"But all the games are out in the caravan."
"Good. Go play out there," Mum says, "and I don't want to see hide nor hair of you before tea."
"What about me?" I ask, knowing it was a mistake the moment I spoke. I should have kept my mouth shut and hoped she didn't notice me.
"You can go too," she declares.
"Mum," I complain. At thirteen, the last thing I wanted was to be confined all afternoon in a sixteen-foot caravan with three giggling eight- and ten-year-old girls.
"Don't 'Mum' me," she says. "Don't think I haven't seen you teasing the girls and stirring them up. You know I've got a stinking headache, and all you've done is made it worse."
"Sorry, Mum," I mumble. "What if I go to my room?"
"No dice," she declares. "I'm going to lie down, and all of you are going out there. And I've changed my mind about tea too. Take whatever you want from the cupboards and stay out there till bedtime."
Mum really was looking sick, so I gathered the girls up with my eye and took them through to the kitchen as Mum turned in the other direction and shut herself in her bedroom. We quickly grabbed a few things: a loaf of bread, a tub of margarine and a jar of Vegemite, some fruit, and a couple of cans of spaghetti, and put them in a bucket to carry them out to the van.
Outside, the rain has temporarily slowed to a light drizzle, so we just make a break for it and make it into the van just in time for the heavens to open up, covering the last hundred meters or so with a wall of water advancing rapidly from our right. Within seconds, the rain is coming down harder than it has all day.
"Ha, missed us, Hewie," Zoe jeers at the sky through the still-open door.
One should not taunt the gods. On the heels of her words, the rain redoubles in ferocity, coming down so hard it is impossible to see anything but the vaguest outline of the old machinery shed only meters away. Suddenly, there is an incredible flash followed a split second later by an earsplitting crack.
The girls shriek with fright that is only half pretended. "Close the door, Geoff!" Lara exhorts shrilly.
Laughing, I pull the door closed as a second crackling bolt of lightning rips the sky asunder.
"Shit, Zoe," Lara rounds on her little sister. "What'd you have to say that for?"
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Zoe giggles nervously, flinching as another actinic flash briefly lights the gloomy interior of the van. Less than a second later, another enormous tearing sound assaults our ears.
"I think he means it," Tisi giggles. "Mum didn't know when she was well off."
"I guess not," I chuckle. "But it's too late now. Someone get the lights."
Even with every light in the van on, the lightning still shows behind the curtains, but at least now it doesn't fill the interior of the van with looming shadows. By this time, I have learned not to say anything as the girls put the food away (like why bother, we're going to be eating it in a couple of hours anyway). As they are doing that, I start setting up the Monopoly board.
Lara and Tisi slide into the seats nearest the door, and Zoe pushes herself in next to me, looking up at me adoringly, not at all perturbed by my answering glare. Shit. Opposite us, my sister and her friend collapse against each other in a fit of giggles. "Geoff's got a girlfriend. Geoff's got a girlfriend," they carol hilariously.
"Just shut up and roll the dice," I snarl through clenched teeth.
Still giggling, they take turns to roll and then hand the dice across to Zoe. She rolls, and then I do. "Ha, double six," I gloat. "I'm first. I'm the shoe, and I'm gonna kick your skinny little arses."
"You and who's army?" Tisi snorts back.
I should have kept my mouth shut. That one double six was my sole piece of good luck for the entire game. While the girls sail around the board in an orgy of tens, elevens, and twelves, and a goodly number of doubles, I plod around with threes, fours, and fives, with no less than three trips to Jail before I finally manage to pass Go for the first time. In the meantime, they are all on their third or fourth circuit, and between them, they have already bought up half the board, swapping properties amongst themselves so that they each have one complete set.
My money quickly dribbles away, first in tens and twenties as they gleefully demand their rent, then later in hundreds as they start to develop their properties. Nor will they let me concede defeat, instead forcing me to play the game out to my last dollar.
"Outta my way, runt," I snarl when the humiliation is finally over. "I've gotta take a piss."
"You're gonna get drowned," Lara laughs tauntingly, lifting the curtain behind her to peer gleefully at the rain still sheeting down outside.
"That's what you think," I say as I kick the door open and stand in the opening.
"You're gross," Tisiphone says, making a gagging sound.
"You're just jealous because you can't piss standing up," I jeer at her.
As I fumble with my fly, Lara puts her mouth to Tisi's ear, and a moment later, the window beside me rattles open as they both stick their heads out.
"Get out of it, you perverts," I yell, hastily tucking my prick back into my pants.
"Nope," they giggle.
"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you," I threaten.
"Really?" Tisi giggles. "Remember what happened last time you tried."
I wasn't likely to forget that incident. My little sister has a blue belt in Judo, and it took her only seconds to have me begging for mercy as she coolly threatened to break my arm the next time I tried to hit her.
"Please?" I pleaded in conciliatory tones. "I'm really busting."
"You can piss your pants if you want," she tells me complacently, "but we're not moving. One way or another, we're gonna get a good giggle out of you."
I try to hold out, but the rain sheeting past my face soon has me hopping uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Bitches," I mutter, making them giggle.
Finally, I have to give in, or I really will piss myself.Red-faced and uncomfortably close to tears, I pull out my cold, shriveled little worm of a dick and piss out into the rain. Beside me, three little girls gasp in bug-eyed wonder.
When I finish, I spin around and wave my dick at them angrily. "There," I snarl with my eyes prickling with tears of embarrassment. "Get a good fucking look, why don't you?"
I guess my emotions must have gotten through to them, as they all quickly turn away. "Sorry, Geoff," my little sister mumbles contritely.
"Fuck you!" I yell as I storm down to the bunks at the other end of the van and throw myself down.
Behind me, I hear soft whispers, and I find it even harder to hold back the tears.
Some ten minutes later, soft footsteps approach me. "We're really sorry, Geoff," Lara mumbles.
"Uh-huh," Zoe and my sister agree.
"Just piss off and leave me alone," I snarl back.
"We didn't mean to make you cry, Geoff," Zoe says.
"I'M NOT CRYING," I shout.
"Shit, Zoe, shut up," Tisiphone snarls. To me, she says pleadingly, "Please, Geoff? We really didn't mean anything bad by it. We just thought it'd be fun."
"Yeah, right," I snarl. "You wanted to make me piss my pants, or show you my dick so you can laugh about it to all your mates. Either way, you and everyone else at school is now gonna get a good giggle at my expense."
"No, we won't," Tisi tells me. "We promise not to ever say anything to anyone, not ever."
"Yeah, right," I say disbelievingly.
"We really mean it, Geoff," Zoe says, sounding near tears herself. "Please, just come back and play with us again. I promise I won't ever try to kiss you again."
"Please, Geoff?" My sister and Lara plead together.
"O.K.," I mutter ungraciously, "In a minute."
"Do you want to play Hearts this time?" Tisi asks.
"Whatever," I tell them.
When I rise, all three girls immediately look away from me uncomfortably. Their obvious discomfort at what they did to me doesn't exactly improve my frame of mind, but at least it makes me feel they might keep their word about keeping quiet. I know I should say something to acknowledge this, but I don't know what. Instead, I just open the fridge and say, "Who wants a Coke?"
I hand them around. Tisi looks like she might say something, but subsides in the heat of my glare with a muffled "Thanks."
Winning the first three hands in a row puts me in a better frame of mind, and it's soon as if nothing had happened. A tremendous burp from me shocks a startled giggle from the girls, which is abruptly cut off for fear that I might think it is at me, but I've had enough time to put things mostly in perspective, so I just laugh and say, "Beat that."
They try, and fail miserably, until Zoe lets go with a ripper right in my ear. Loud enough to rattle the windows, it startles me so much that the cards I'm shuffling spill into my lap and onto the floor. Cursing good-naturedly, I crawl under the table to retrieve them, and a moment later Zoe joins me to help as the other two shriek with laughter.
"Good one," I chuckle, and she grins.
Then as I am picking up cards, she pokes me in the side and when I look at her, she points towards her sister and mine, mouthing the word, "Look."
I look, and there, less than a meter from my nose, are a pair of pastel green knickers belonging to Lara. My first thought is, 'So what.' I've often accidentally seen the knickers of all three girls as they play, and my sister's on any number of occasions as she makes a dash from her room to the bathroom or vice versa. Then several things kick in together to change the situation.
First, there's the illicit nature of deliberately looking up Lara's skirt while she is totally unaware of my scrutiny, which is somehow coupled with their looking at me earlier. Then there is the realization that the knickers Lara are wearing are anything but new. They're so small that the legbands don't meet her thighs on either side, and repeated washings have worn the tightly stretched cloth to near transparency. Not only can I see the shape of her pussy mound, I can actually see a hint of darker color inside the slightly parted slit running down the middle.
Being thirteen and almost perpetually horny, the sight of Lara's fat, ten-year-old cunny just barely clad in a totally inadequate pair of pastel green knickers is more than enough to make me instantly hard. Of course, being thirteen, my suddenly tumescent state also embarrasses the shit out of me, but at the same time, I find myself thinking, 'Wouldn't they've got a shock if they'd seen this before?'
I'm so engrossed in the sight before me that I don't notice Zoe's first couple of jabs, and the one that finally gets my attention is close to a full-blown punch. She flinches slightly at my glare, then points insistently between my sister's knees.
'Shit!' I'd rather look at her sister, since I already knew that my sister only had the sensible kind of knickers, the kind that came up almost as high as her belly button. But just to humor Zoe, I looked anyway. After all, she was the one who'd pointed out the visual delights of her sister's crotch to me.
'FUCK!!!' My jaw damn near hits the floor at the sight between Tisi's thighs. At some time in the past, the knickers she's wearing had indeed been the sensible kind, but not any more. They'd obviously been quite baggy when new, because they still technically covered the same amount of flesh now as then, but now they were stretched as smooth and tight as Lara's, and the fabric was even more threadbare. I could actually see her tan lines through it. Not only that, but there were actual holes through which I could see bare skin, and right there in the middle, actually poking through the biggest hole at the very top of her slit, was something that looked very like a tiny dick.
I couldn't fucking believe it, I was actually seeing a part of a girl's cunt in the flesh. The fact that the cunt in question belonged to my sister was irrelevant, it was a girl's actual cunt, and to my horny thirteen-year-old mind, that was all that mattered.
I don't know how long I stared at my sister's exposed cunt, but this time Zoe started out with a solid punch to my ribs in order to get my attention. Grinning, she holds up the rest of the cards which she'd gathered while I was otherwise occupied and indicated with her eyes that we'd probably been down there long enough. I didn't want to get up, but I knew I'd better before my sister looked down and caught me looking up her skirt. For sure, she really would break my arm if she caught me doing that.
On an impulse, I leaned over and briefly pressed my lips against Zoe's. She might only be my sister's best friend's eight-year-old, skinny runt of a little sister, and a total pest as well, because of her infatuation with me. An infatuation which my kiss was only going to make worse, but she deserved the reward for pointing out the paradise that lay between our sisters' legs to me.
"Hey! What's taking so long?" My sister's head appears under the edge of the table. She takes one look at us and giggles. "I think he kissed her."
"What? OW!" Lara's head collides with Tisi's as she drops down to look too. However, the pain doesn't stop her taking in our expressions, mine red-faced with embarrassment, and hers still totally stunned. "Yeah," she giggles, "That or he slapped her face with a mullet and I don't smell any fish."
"Just shut up, O.K.," I mutter as I scramble to get back into my seat. Lamely I explain, "I was just thanking her for helping me to pick up the cards."
"Yeah, sure," Tisiphone drawls and giggles delightedly, "What are you going to give me to keep quiet about this?"
"And me?" Lara chortles.
"How about I don't give you a black eye?" I growl threateningly.
"Even if you could do it, it'd be worth it," Tisi snickers. "Now hurry up and deal while I contemplate the price of my silence."
"Big words for a little girl. Try saying them with your jaw in a sling," I mutter darkly as I begin to deal. "Judo only works if you can see it coming."
"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," my little sister cries in mock fear.
For the next several hands, the game is punctuated by loud snickers and significant looks from the other side of the table. Eventually, they die out though, and the game continues until Lara squirms uncomfortably in her seat and turns to look out the window. "Shit, I wish it would stop raining."
"Why, what's your problem?" I ask with a grin. I'd been observing both her and my sister shifting restlessly in their seats for several minutes now, and I had a fair idea of what it might be.
"Nothing," she mumbles, pinking slightly. "I just wish it would stop raining, that's all."
"Well, I don't think it's going to any time soon," I observe, picking up my can and draining it. "I think it's coming down even heavier than before. Does anyone want another drink?"
"No, not yet," Lara says quickly.
"I'm still drinking mine."
"I do," Zoe holds up her can with a broad grin that tells me she shares my suspicions.
"Damn," I mutter loudly as I look into the fridge, "There's only two cans left. We'll have to share one between us. I'll get you a glass, Zoe."
"No, that's O.K.," Lara says quickly. "We don't want any more. Do we?"
"No, I've got plenty," Tisi all but gabbles her words.
"Oh, we wouldn't dream of taking your drink," I say unctuously. "It wouldn't be polite."
I return to the table with one can of Coke and two glasses. Lara shudders at the sudden hiss of escaping gas as I open the can and hastily looks away as I begin to pour a slow trickle into one of the glasses. "What does this sound remind you of?" I ask her with studied innocence.
"Nothing?" she mutters between tightly clenched teeth.
"Really?" I ask. "What about you, Tisi? Remind you of anything?"
"You bloody well know it does.""she snarls, "Now stop it!"
"Why?" I ask innocently, winking at Zoe, "I'm only pouring my girlfriend a drink. Surely that's all right with you." I hand her the three-quarters-filled glass and pick up the empty one. "Now I'll just pour mine, and we can get back to our game. Except maybe we'll play *whist* instead."
"Stop it!" she squeaks, her face screwed up in an expression I'm finding hilarious. "Please, Geoff?" she begs, "You know we want to pee."
"So I'm not stopping you," I say, still pouring my glass with agonizing slowness.
"But it's pouring out there. We'll get soaked."
"Why, I do believe you're right," I observe complacently, adding with a chuckle, "You might even say it's pissing down."
"It's not funny, Geoff," Lara yelps.
"Depends on your point of view," I laugh, "From this side of the table, it looks frigging hilarious. Right, Zoe?"
"Yep," she giggles, "Oh look, you gave me more than you got. Let me pour some into your glass."
"NO!" By this time, both Lara and Tisiphone are clutching themselves tightly and hunching over with the effort of holding their pee in.
"Which one do you think'll pee herself first?" I ask Zoe conversationally, "I bet a dollar it's your sister."
"O.K.," Zoe grins, "Oops, too much, you'll have to pour some back."
"Would you two fucking stop it," Tisi squeaks.
"But we're having so much fun," I pout.
"We're not."
"So this is a problem for me?" I ask.
"It will be if you make me piss myself," she threatens.
"Well, go then," I tell her.
"How?" she says almost in tears, "We can't just stand in the door like you can."
"Use the bucket then," I say, pointing to the empty bucket we'd used to carry the food down from the house.
"I can't pee in front of you!" she yelps.
"I can!" Lara cries, lurching out of her seat, already wrenching at her knickers as she stumbles towards the bucket sitting in the middle of the floor. Kicking one foot free, she straddles the bucket and squats. Oblivious of me, she lifts the front of her skirt to reveal her hairless, ten-year-old pussy.
"Ah, shit, that's good!" she gasps with relief as a thick yellow stream jets powerfully from between her pussy lips and into the bucket.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Hurry up," Tisiphone bounces from one foot to the other, clutching herself between the legs with her right hand.
The moment Lara finishes, my sister shoves her aside and then stops, looking at me, she says, "Don't look."
"Maybe you should have thought of that earlier," I reply.
"Geoff, please?" she begs. "Oh, shit!" Suddenly, she no longer cares, tearing at her knickers, she all but rips them from her body and squats over the bucket, already pissing before she has fully lowered herself.
My sister's pussy is reddened and swollen from the rubbing she has given it in her efforts to hold in her piss, and the little dick-like appendage I'd seen peeking through her knickers earlier is even more in evidence now. A centimeter thick and almost three centimeters long, it completely fills the top half of her slit.
"You are so fucking dead," she says, looking up at me.
"Turnabout's fair play," I tell her. "I might have given you a little privacy now, if you'd given me some earlier."
"He's right, you know," Lara says, "We weren't very fair to him, so why should he be fair to us?"
Tisiphone mutters something which might charitably be called acquiescence as she stands and pulls her knickers back up.
Beside me, Zoe jabs me in the ribs. "Move, please. I've gotta go too."
Unlike the two older girls, Zoe is wearing a pair of shorts. And with them, a huge grin, making it obvious that she has no problem at all with me watching. Looking directly at me, she makes a real production of slipping them down over her hips to her feet before stepping out of them completely. Next, she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her cartoon-adorned knickers and works them downwards with millimetric precision, taking what seems like an eternity before the top of her eight-year-old slit is finally exposed to me.
Her amazingly sexy performance has me so enthralled that I don't realize that I'm leaning towards her in anticipation until my sister nudges me and dryly observes, "She's a bit young for you, don't you think?"
I glance briefly up into her grinning face and then look back towards Zoe. Right now, I don't give a shit that more than five years separate us. Pussy is pussy, and this pussy is being shown purely for my benefit. Then, just as I get my first glimpse, she steals it away from me by bending to push her knickers down to her ankle, making me moan with disappointment. A second later, she straightens and hooks them up with her toe to fling them straight in my face. Still warm from her body, they slide over my cheek like the finest silk and fall, draping over my tightly clasped hands.
Grinning hugely at the effect she is having on me, Zoe stands astride the bucket and uses her fingers to peel the two halves of her hairless little pussy apart, revealing its shiny, pale pink interior. At the top, a miniature copy of Tisi's girl-dick pokes out between her fingers.
Then, while she is still standing, a thick golden rope shoots out from somewhere beneath it and pounds noisily into the piss already collected in the bucket. "Boys aren't the only ones who can pee standing up," she crows.
By this time, my head is almost at knee level as I bend in my seat to get the best view. So when she finishes and saunters over to me to reclaim her knickers, I find myself with my nose and eyes just centimeters from her delicate little slit. Involuntarily, I inhale. The strongest smell is fresh piss, but beneath that is another aroma. Something I've never smelled before, but which goes straight to my rock-hard cock, making it twitch powerfully. Shit, how I wished I could jerk off right there and then, but the two older girls at least were a major inhibitory presence. My balls ached with my need, but it would have to wait until I was in bed later that night. I sure as hell wasn't going to need a stick book tonight.
"Get a good sniff, why don'cha?" my sister says snidely, "You are so sick."
Since saying anything is worse than saying nothing, I ignore her, though I do straighten up as I hand Zoe her knickers. Zoe thanks me as she takes them from my hand, and then without the fanfare she'd made earlier, simply stoops and slips them over her feet and pulls them up snugly onto her hips, but when she turns and bends to retrieve her shorts, she grins back over her shoulder at me as she flourishes her cotton-encased derriere with a brief waggle. A moment later, she straightens and pulls her shorts up over it, and the show is over.
"Well, did you get a good enough look?" Tisi asks nastily, planting herself in front of me with her hands on her hips.
"Pretty much," I reply mildly, "Though I wouldn't mind another look at you to see if you really do have a dick."
"Oooh, I hate you!" she sobs and flings herself past me to throw herself face-down on the bunk I'd occupied earlier.
"She started it," I reply in response to the look Lara gives me.
Sniffing, she flounces off after her friend.
"Well?" I ask, looking at Zoe.
"I don't hate you," she replies meekly.
"Yeah, I guess not," I mumble, "Sorry. What do you want to play?"
"How about Gin?" she asks softly.
"O.K.," I agree. "Sorry I drooled all over you like that before," I mumble as I deal out the cards, "It's just that you were pretty hot the way you took your clothes off like that."
"That's O.K.," she giggles softly, "I wanted you to look at me like that."
"I still shouldn't have done it," I say, "I mean, you are still a little girl."
"I know," she says sadly, "I wish I was bigger so I really could be your girlfriend."
"You know something," I chuckle, "So do I."
"Really?" she squeals.
"Hey, keep it down," I caution her, "Those two are mad enough at us already, but yeah, I do."
"Can we just pretend sometimes?" she asks wistfully, "I know we can't let anyone see, but when those two go off and leave me, can we sometimes? I really liked it when you kissed me."
"I could tell," I grin, "Yeah, I guess I could give you a kiss sometimes. Just so long as no one sees. I've got a reputation, you know," I straighten and puff out my chest.
"Yeah, as a cradle snatcher," Lara giggles, appearing out of nowhere. "You just leave my baby sister alone."
"Why don't you just butt out of it?" Zoe snaps, "It's none of your business. He's just being nice to me."
"Yeah, how nice?" my sister says cattily.
"Now who's being sick?" I snap, "If you think I'd actually do anything..."
"Woah, sorry I said anything," Tisi says, holding up her hands defensively, "I was coming up here to say sorry, and then I said that instead. I know you wouldn't really do anything bad, and I shouldn't really blame you for drooling when Zoe did her striptease. I reckon it woulda made a dead man sit up and take notice, and you are only thirteen."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I snap, "You're only ten."
"Shit, did it again," she mutters, "Look, sorry, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is you've got all those hormones going everywhere, and if any girl strips off in front of you like that, you're gonna take notice." I nod reluctant agreement to this, and she goes on, "I mean, you can't not take notice. Hell, I've seen you looking at Gran's bum when she bends over, and she's old and fat."
"I think you better quit while you're ahead," I growl. "But yeah, I guess you're right. And I'm sorry too for what I said. O.K.?"
"I think I deserved it," she says magnanimously.
"Maybe," I agree with a grin, "but I probably shouldn't have said it in front of other people like that."
"You're supposed to say 'no you didn't' you dork," she laughs.
"O.K. No, you didn't, you dork.""I say with as straight a face as I can muster.
"I don't know why I bother," she says, rolling her eyes in conscious imitation of our mother. "Friends?"
"Yeah, friends," I agree with a grin.
"Good, now get over there with your girlfriend and deal the cards. We're going to beat the pants off you."
"Sez you," I jeer, sliding in next to Zoe and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "Got a kiss for your boyfriend?"
She looks up at me startled and glances over at our sisters. "Forget it," I say, deliberately misinterpreting the look. "If they want a kiss, they can kiss each other."
She giggles at this, saying, "They do, I've seen them doing it."
"ZOE!" Lara and Tisiphone shriek in unison as I snort with laughter. "That was only practicing."
"See?" I say, bending down to brush my lips over hers. "We can do our pretending right here in front of them and they don't dare say anything to anyone, or we could say something about them, not to mention a certain bucket. Speaking of which, I'd better empty it before it stinks the place out."
"It's called a clitoris, by the way," Tisi says as I slide back into my seat a few moments later.
"What?"
"My dick," she says. "It's called a clitoris, or a clitoris actually. Jeez, you really do only look at the pictures, don't you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Those dirty magazines you've got hidden under your bottom drawer," she giggles. "All you do is jack off while you look at all those pictures of tits and cunts. You should read the words too, you might learn something."
"Hey, you're too young to look at them," I say in shock.
"So are you," she fires back. "It says you've got to be eighteen on the cover. You know that really is a pathetic hiding place."
"Well, that sort of depends on its purpose, doesn't it?" I say knowingly.
"Wadda ya mean?"
"Think about it for a minute," I say. "Who around here is even more snoopy than you are? And can cause me more grief too?"
"Mum?" She looks at me with an uncommon degree of respect. "That's not bad for a dumb-arsed big brother. What made you think of it?"
"You know, for a smart-arse genius of a little sister, you can be pretty stupid," I return the insult in kind. "You said it yourself. I'm thirteen years old. And thirteen-year-old boys have 'stash' books, it's a fact of life and Mum knows that. So I just make damned sure she finds the ones I want her to find if she goes looking and not the ones I most definitely don't want her to find. As a matter of fact, I thought she had, but if you've been messing them around, it was probably you."
"Nah, it must have been her," Tisi says. "When I snoop, I put everything back exactly the way I find it."
"Good," I say, "that means she probably won't go looking anywhere else."
"But I will," she giggles. She rests her elbow on the table and cups her chin in her hand. "Now if I was an almost intelligent thirteen-year-old boy, where would I hide something I didn't want anyone else, especially my mother, to find?" She looks at me and remarks, "You know, I'm going to find it in the end, so why don't you just tell me now and save us both the trouble?"
"Forget it," I tell her severely. "You haven't got a hope. Besides, you wouldn't be interested anyway, there's hardly any writing and it's in German. So if you want something to jack off to, you're outa luck."
"Jill off," she says absently, still obviously thinking furiously.
"Huh?"
"Jack and Jill, dummy," she says scornfully. "Boys jack off, and girls jill off. Now shut up and let me think."
"Both of you shut up and play cards," Lara interjects. "You can snoop on your own time."
"Oh, all right," Tisi says. "I can think about it while we're playing anyway."
"O.K.," Lara says, expertly shuffling the cards. Suddenly she grins at my sister, "Wanna make it interesting?"
"Like how?" Tisi asks.
"You said you wanted to beat the pants off of him," Lara giggles. "Wanna do it for real?"
"Huh?"
"He's right, you know," Lara grins. "For a smart-arsed genius, you are pretty dumb."
"Just shut up and tell us," Tisi growls.
"We play for clothes and just count the points to see who loses each hand. Otherwise, if we played it all the way to fifty each time, it'd take forever," Lara explains. "We've all got the same amount on. Tops, bottoms, and undies - well, you're wearing a dress, but you can just drop the top part and that's the same."
"Yeah, that works," Tisi says analytically. "But we better just make the queen of spades count as a normal card or it'll go too fast."
"Yeah, get her and game over," Lara laughs.
"Just hang on a sec," I finally interrupt. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"Yeah," Tisi giggles. "You say 'Yes'. Otherwise, there's not much point, is there? You're the one we're interested in seeing again."
"What if two people get the same score?" Zoe asks.
"Then I guess both have to take something off," Tisi says, and turns to me. "Well, Geoff, you gonna risk it?"
"Why should I?" I ask. "I've just got to wait until one of you needs to pee again."
"Uh-uh," she grins, shaking her head. "Next time, we won't be in such a hurry, and we'll hold up a blanket so you can't see. And then we'll just wait for *you* to pee."
"Well, I'll just ask Zoe then," I say. "She doesn't mind if I look."
"You would too, you pervert," Tisi says, but this time with a grin that takes the sting out of it.
Zoe giggles, "I might let you look, but only if you show me yours first."
"Well, big brother?" Tisi grins.
"That's still better than showing you two as well," I reply.
"Aw, come on," Tisi says. "We're older than she is, so we're more interested. Besides," she adds calculatingly, "it's three to one that one of us will lose everything before you do anyway."
"Yeah, but that last chance means I don't see anything interesting."
"Chicken!" she mutters. "O.K. then. Even if you lose, I'll still let you look at me."
"Me too," Zoe puts in.
"Hey, that's not fair," Lara cries. "He gets what he wants no matter what, and we only get one chance in four."
Tisi grabs Lara's head, pulls her ear down to her mouth, and whispers fiercely for several seconds. When she's released it, Lara looks up and says, "I'll do it too."
"Hang on a sec," I say. "You're saying, if I lose, I get to see all three of you, but if I don't, I only see one of you. Right? You're expecting me to try to lose, aren't you?"
"Hey, you're not as dumb as you look," Tisi says with mock surprise. "If you lose, the payoff is three times bigger than if you don't. Plus, we get what we want, as well. No one loses."
"But what if I decide: seen one, seen them all?" I ask smugly.
"You won't," she says with a knowing smirk.
"Hell!" I grin wryly. "You're right. So why don't we just forget the card game altogether and just strip off now?"
"Ah, but you might not lose," she grins. "Anyway, it'll be more interesting this way. You'll see."
"Yeah, O.K.," I agree. "Cut for deal?"
"Nah, you do it," she says. "But not yet. Let's put the table down and make it into the bed first. We'll just have to do it later otherwise."
A couple of minutes later, we set back down, but this time without the table between us. I deal out thirteen cards each, and the game is on. Zoe passes me three big hearts in the first hand, and despite my best efforts, a few minutes later, my shirt starts the pile. Sure, the idea was for me to lose in the end, but I don't want to make it too easy. I figure that it will be a lot more fun to see if I can get one of the others down to her undies first.
Zoe's shirt follows mine, and with a slightly self-conscious giggle, she offers her flat chest and two tiny pink nipples up for my scrutiny. Then Lara's skirt is added to the growing pile. Sneaky ploy to distract me? Or self-consciousness about the brand new walnut-sized boobs that I've noticed appearing beneath her bathing suit over the last few weeks? Finally, just to even things up, Tisiphone drops the top of her dress, and I'm surprised to see that my little sister has boobs even larger than her friend's.
Time for me to lose a hand, but unfortunately, disaster strikes. Of the thirteen hearts on offer, I end up with just one, and the remaining twelve are distributed evenly, four each, amongst the girls. Suddenly, I am left with jeans and undies, while all three of the girls are down to just their knickers.
"Hey, you're supposed to be losing," Tisi complains as she strips her dress off and flings it on the pile.
"Yeah, well, I can't do that if one of you doesn't win," I reply, adding with a chuckle, "Besides, this way, I might just win all the way. Lara's knickers almost might as well not be there." Lara looks down at herself and squeals when she realizes just how little her knickers cover, and how utterly inadequate, what little cover does exist, is.
"Jeez, yeah," Tisi giggles, looking between her friend's crossed legs.
"You can talk," Lara yelps, hastily dropping a hand to cover herself. "Half of yours aren't even there."
That, I'd already noticed with considerable dick-hardening interest. In her haste earlier to get them down when she was busting for a piss, she'd torn the hole over her clitoris to the point where at least three-quarters of her pussy now poked through. "Oh shit!" she cries, looking down and immediately slapping her hand over the gaping hole.
"So," I finish with crowing delight, "If Zoe loses this time, I get to see pretty much everything anyway, and you see nothing. Hell, I might get lucky like the last hand and get to see all of you in the altogether."
"That's not fair," Tisi mumbles, grabbing her dress and stuffing it down between her legs. "I don't want to play any more."
"Uh-uh-uh," I wave my finger at her. "Naughty, naughty being a spoilsport."If you think I'm gonna give you your thrills without me getting something out of it, you've got another thing coming, buster," she cries.
"No way!" Lara says fiercely. "You said you'd play. It's not fair backing out now just because you might lose."
"Yeah, OK," Tisi agrees, if a trifle ungraciously. She looks at me accusingly, "But you were supposed to try and lose, you said so."
"Actually, I didn't," I reply. "But truthfully, I haven't exactly been trying to win either; that's just how it turned out. Still, it wouldn't have been much fun if I just lost everything while you were all still completely dressed either, so I was just trying to keep things more or less even for a bit."
"Yeah, well it worked real well, didn't it?"
"So let's fix it," I say reasonably.
"How?" she asks.
"Play it out till everyone's naked," I say, "and if someone hasn't got anything left, the winner gets to truth or dare them. Fair?"
"Yeah, I guess so," she agrees. "Have you got a handkerchief or something I can put inside my undies to cover the hole until I lose them for real?"
"Yeah, OK," I say, offering her a fortunately clean handkerchief.
"Thanks," she murmurs as she turns her back to make her adjustments.
Five minutes later, she mutters an unladylike, "Oh shit!" and stands to skim off her knickers. "I shouldn't have bothered," she giggles, handing me my handkerchief back. "I might have done better with the distraction."
"You mean I might have done worse?" I chuckle.
"Yep," she giggles. "Had a good enough look yet?"
"For now," I laugh. "Besides, I can see more when you sit down."
"Just for that, I'm going to kneel."
"Bugger," I mutter. Now that she's kneeling, I can't even see the top of her slit.
Another five minutes, and I'm the one standing red-faced in the middle as I lower my jeans to a chorus of catcalls and whistles. Nor is my state of mind helped one whit by the erection filling my jocks. In much the same way as with Lara, size and shape are clearly defined, leaving very little to the imagination.
"Jeez, it looks heaps bigger than before," Zoe breathes wonderingly.
"That's because he's got a stiffy from looking at us," Tisi giggles.
"Just shut up and give Zoe your bloody cards," I mutter as I return to my place.
"Oh poo," Lara pouts as she counts off five hearts, to my four, Zoe's three and Tisi's one.
"Get 'em off," Tisi giggles, reaching out to snap the legband on Lara's bum.
"Ouch," she squeals, jerking to her feet.
"Dah, dah, dum..." Grinning broadly, I clap and chant the rhythm as she stands blushingly in the middle. She pokes her tongue out at me, and then as Zoe and Tisi join in, she giggles and starts to bump and grind in time with what might charitably be called the music.
However, while Gypsy Rose Lee might have provided the 'music', her moves were a damned sight more modern. She cups her hands over her just-forming breasts and teases the nipples up into stiff pink peaks. Her hand clutches her groin and pumps it back and forth, before curling around the front panel of her knickers and compressing them into a narrow rope that disappears into her slit. Using it as a handle, she jerks her pelvis back and forth just centimetres from my face.
Flushed with something more than embarrassment, she curls the fingers of her free hand in my hair, and pain blossoms, and is just as quickly forgotten, as she jerks me forwards to grind the front of her pussy on my chin. My nose mashed sideways by her fingers, is filled with her scent. Similar to the aroma behind the pee I'd noticed earlier with Zoe, but a lion's roar to a kitten's first mewl in comparison.
She flings me back with a contemptuous flick of her wrist and turns to present me with her buttocks. Her fingers curl and her knickers are a pale green cord stretched through her pussy and butt cracks. She saws it back and forth, and the pale cord darkens with moisture where it passes between her thighs. With a flex of her shoulders and biceps, and there is a sound that to my ears rivals the sky-rending thunder that had greeted Zoe's taunt to the gods.
Now her knickers truly are a rope stretched between her hands. Only her innermost secrets remain hidden from my rapt gaze. She is bare from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head except for that one thin green length of cord filling her hairless slit. Her toe passes millimetres from my nose as she kicks her leg high in the air. There is a brief flash of glistening pink flesh, while she draws the rope of cloth past her raised foot, and then she is gone, spinning behind me. A flash of green passes before my eyes, and then I feel pressure on my throat that pulls upwards under my chin, lifting my head and tilting it back to look up into enormous black pupils surrounded by barely visible rings of intense aquamarine.
Leaving a cooling trail of wetness, she draws the twisted nylon cord around the point of my chin, past my dry lips, moistening them with her essence. And then my head explodes, filled with the sweet, exquisite scent of her most intimate crease.
An eye blink later, it's over. Without seeming to cover the intervening space, she is kneeling beside my sister, looking down at the wreckage of her knickers that are still stretched between her hands, a slightly bemused expression on her face. "Did I just do what I think I did?" she breathily asks the empty air before her.
Sounding more than a little breathy herself, Tisi replies, "We'll, you didn't quite melt his brains and make them pour out his ears, but you did melt something else."
"What happened?" Zoe asks, sounding both confused and worried. "Is he OK?"
As I become more aware of their voices, I also become increasingly aware of the sticky mess cooling in my lap. No wonder I hadn't noticed Lara moving back to her seat. Her incredible performance had been too much for my thirteen-year-old body to handle, and I'd cum in my pants without a single touch.
"Eew!" Zoe makes a noise of disgust as she too notices the dark patch of wetness covering my now shrunken prick. "You made him pee his pants."
"Nah, that's sperm," Tisi giggles. "Lara made him cum in his pants. The bitch. I wanted to see that properly."
"Come?" Zoe asks confusedly.
"Have an orgasm. Shoot off. Ejaculate. Squirt out the stuff that makes babies," Tisiphone elucidates.
"Babies?" she asks, staring at my crotch as if an infant might appear there any instant.
"No, not just like that," Tisi giggles. "He's gotta stick it inside a woman's cunny and squirt it there. Then if her egg's ready, it joins with that and a baby starts growing inside her, like Mrs. Fitzpatrick at school."
"You mean Mr. Fitzpatrick put his..." Zoe trails off into an embarrassed silence.
"-dick in her cunny and squirt his sperm there?" Tisi finishes for her. "Yep, probably lots of times. It's called having sex or screwing or rooting," She pauses for effect, then finishes, "or fucking."
"Eew, gross!" Zoe cries in disgust.
"Probably," Tisi agrees easily, "but it's supposed to feel pretty good. At least after the first time anyway. They reckon that's supposed to hurt."
"Who reckons?" I ask in a croaking voice.
"Hey, it's still alive," Tisi giggles. "A couple of girls in grade seven. I overheard them talking."
"In other words, you snooped."
"Well, yeah," she grins, "but 'overheard' sounds nicer. They were right too," she goes on in reminiscing tones.
"WHAT?"
"Gotcha," she giggles at my bug-eyed face. "Actually, I did it by accident in judo."
"Oh," I mumble, not sure what else to say.
"Anyway, are we going to finish this game or not?" she asks.
"In a second," I mumble, turning pink. "I'm sort of in a bit of a mess here."
"A bit?" she chortles.
"Whatever," I retreat to the far end of the van and find a towel left from our last trip to the coast. With that half wrapped around my waist, I work my jocks off with one hand and use another towel to clean up the mess, before returning to my place.
"Why'd you bother?" Tisi asks with a grin as I begin to distribute the cards. "After what Lara just did to you, you haven't got a hope."
"Wanna bet?" I grin. "This head's out of action for a while," I say, pointing at my groin, "so this one," I tap my forehead, "is working just fine now."
"Huh?"
"Joke," I grin. "God gave men two heads, but only enough blood for one of them to work at a time."
"How true," she giggles.
"So when I win, you'd better pick truth or I'm gonna dare you to jill off right here in the middle of the bed," I say.
"Lara, you bitch," Tisi turns on her friend with an expression that is only half amused. "Look what you did."
"I can't," Lara giggles. "He's cleaned it up."
"I hope you're the one who loses the next time he wins," Tisi growls.
"Shut up and play," I tell them.
"Uh, truth, I guess," Lara stammers to me a few minutes later.
"OK," I say with a broad smirk. "Apart from kissing, uh, for practice of course," (I can't help putting that dig in.) "have you done anything else sexual with Tisiphone?"
"Hey, that's not fair," Tisiphone objects. "That question's about me too."
"Thanks for the answer, Tisi," I laugh. "So what is it you do, Lara?"
"Uh-uh," she laughs back. "You've already got the answer to your question. My deal."
"Oh shit!" Tisi mutters, staring at the pile of Hearts in front of her. Shoving Lara, who is laughing fit to bust a washer, she threatens, "You're gonna pay for this big time, bitch."
"So what's it gonna be, Sis?" I ask with a truly evil grin. "Are you gonna tell us your dirty little secret, or put on a show for us? My advice is for the show. It might wake up old sleepy head here," I pat my groin, "and give you a chance against me."
"OK then," she snarls, "dare. I suppose you want me to lie down in front of you with my legs spread wide open?""Well, if you like," I grin teasingly, "but actually, my dare is for you to kiss Lara and show me one of those practice kisses."
"You, you, you bugger," Tisi stammers at me.
"Not fair," Lara objects this time. "It's her dare, not mine."
"Oh, shut up," Tisi says. "It's for a good cause. We want to get the blood out of his brain and back into his dick."
"We're not lezzies, you know," Lara says to me, half pleading with her eyes for me to believe her.
"Do you think he cares so long as he gets to watch?" Tisi giggles. "Remember those letters we read in his dirty books? Come on, let's just get it over with." She pulls Lara out into the middle and into a clinch.
Red-faced at first, they tentatively brush their lips past each other's, softly at first, but then with rapidly increasing passion. I see Tisi's tongue flicker briefly, flicking out past her own lips to moisten Lara's, and then Lara's responds in kind. They tilt their heads a little further to the sides, and open-mouth seals to open-mouth, lips and cheeks working in a slow, easy rhythm that soon has the first trickle of blood heading south.
Soon they forget their audience. They each slide one hand up to clasp the back of the other's neck, and the other down to grip and knead buttocks just beginning to swell with the first burgeonings of womanhood. Their hips shift as they push a knee between each other's legs, and they settle slightly, grinding their pussies on each other's thighs. Guttural moans escape through their nostrils as their kiss turns into something far deeper. The southward trickle becomes a raging flood, the blood roaring in my ears drowning out the roar of the storm outside.
In my lap, the towel tents upwards, the point almost level with my navel as I look on bewitched. Suddenly, my sister shudders slightly, a higher note creeping into her soft moans of pleasure. Lara hunches herself against my sister's leg with greater urgency, but before she can join my sister in her crisis of pleasure, Tisi sighs languorously and pulls away.
"Tisi, please?" Lara cries pleadingly as my sister releases her. "You know it takes me longer."
"Yup," Tisiphone grins. "Call this payback for before. He'd be the one putting on the show for us right now, if you hadn't got carried away like that." She looks across at me and down, "Still, it looks like it's fixed now. But we wouldn't want it to break again, now would we?"
"Bitch!" Lara moans as she reluctantly moves back to her place.
Tisi takes her own place, sitting cross-legged with her enormous clit on prominent, glistening display. She reaches down and tweaks it slightly, pulling its wrinkled collar back to expose a fraction more of the bulbous tip. "That's to keep him interested," she says with a significant look at the tent over my groin, "I think he's just about ready to come out and play."
"Gah!" I offer intelligently.
"Oh, goody," she claps. "It's stopped working. Hurry up, everybody, and give me the cards."
Zoe and I finish the hand with four hearts each, much to our sisters' crowing delight. "Get it off. Get it off," they chant, slapping their thighs and clapping their hands.
"Do you want me to go first?" I ask gallantly.
"Can I do it?" she asks hesitantly, "Then you can pull my undies down if you want."
"Yeah, OK," I agree, moving to stand facing her.
Smiling tremulously, Zoe stares at the conical protrusion that juts out at her eye level for several seconds before finally reaching up and gripping the two ends of my towel. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she tugs them apart, and starting slightly as the apparition that appears before her flicks up to slap against my belly.
"Hey, no fair," Lara pouts. "We want to see too."
"Yeah," Tisi cries, reaching out to tug the towel away.
"Wait your turn," I say with a look over my shoulder that makes my sister jerk her hand back.
"Does it hurt?" Zoe asks in a barely audible whisper, "It looks sore."
"Nah, it feels real good," I tell her, "Though my balls sometimes ache a bit if it stays like this for too long."
"They're the things in the sack thing underneath, right?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, I think the sperm's coming out," she cries excitedly as a big bubble of cock lube wells up from the slit at the tip.
"Let me see," Tisi cries, jerking the towel from Zoe's hands as she crowds up on my left side to look.
Startled, I spin towards her, causing the end of my cock to slide over her cheek, leaving behind a greasy smear.
"Eew, gross," she shrieks, scrubbing at her cheek with her hand, which she then wipes on the towel.
"Cool!" Lara breathes, staring at my bobbing cock, "It's heaps bigger than Steve's or Ronnie's."
"Steve and Ronnie are just kids," Tisi says scornfully. "Geoff's nearly grown up. Look, he's got hair and everything," she says this last so admiringly that I stare hard to make sure it's my little sister talking.
"What have you been doing with those two?" I ask, "You know they're trouble."
The two kids in question, neighbors from the block two past Lara's and Zoe's, are actually only one and two years younger than me, but they're bigger than me and mean to boot. Not that they bother us any more. Not after my little sister lived up to her name when she caught them picking on a kid half their size. Ronnie's nose still looks like a squashed fig, and Steve walked with a very pronounced limp for weeks afterwards.
"We didn't do anything," Tisi giggles fit to burst, "Well, not *with* them anyway. You know that empty shed on the place next to Lara's? Well, we saw them going in there a few weeks ago, so we snuck up to see what they were doing there. You know, in case they were going to light a fire or something. Anyway, you know what we saw them doing?"
"What?" I ask, trying to figure out how the mirth that she is unable to contain fits with a couple of sadistic mongrels who get their kicks from beating up little kids and torturing kittens, the last was something I hadn't told Tisi about in case she actually killed them.
"They were sucking each other's cocks," Lara crows.
"No fucking way," I gasp incredulously.
"Yes fucking way," Tisiphone giggles. "And you shut up, Lara. I'm telling this story, most of the time you weren't even there."
"Well, tell it and stop beating about the bush then," Lara says.
"I am telling it. OK?" Tisi says, "Anyway, they weren't actually doing it to each other at the same time. When we got there, Steve was kneeling down on the ground in front of Ronnie, and then after a while, they swapped around and Ronnie started sucking Steve's dick. That's when we sprung them and took a picture."
"You've got pictures?" I gasp, totally unable to believe what my little sister is telling me.
"Well, just one, and it's not very good," Tisi crows, "You can't actually see anything, but it's still obvious what they're doing. That's why Lara wasn't there, she took the camera and ran like stink to her house. I took the rest afterwards."
"I still can't believe those two are bum chums," I say, "Shit, I can't wait until school starts. Their lives are over. Why didn't you say something about this before?"
"Because I knew how you'd react," Tisi tells me, suddenly deadly serious, "And you are not going to say anything, not to them or to anyone else. If you do," she says fiercely, "I'll damned well help them beat the shit out of you."
"What? Why?" I ask incredulously, "With this, we could fix them forever."
"Just what do you think I'm trying to do, you idiot?" she half snarls, "Your way, they'll just move and end up in another school somewhere, and probably be ten times as bad as they were last year. My way, so long as they do the right thing, no one will ever know about them, and they know it. Unlike you, I'm actually hoping they'll turn out OK. Shit, most of what they did was to prove to everybody else how 'not gay' they were."
"Sorry," I mumble contritely, "I guess you're right."
"Hell, I know I'm right," she says, "And when they do start to turn out OK, Lara and I are going to pretend to be their girlfriends for a while, so no one will have any reason to think they're gay."
"Better you than me," I say.
"Of course better us than you," she giggles, "With that thing," she lightly slaps my still half, and suddenly fully hard, cock, "you'd have a bit of trouble convincing anyone you were their girlfriend. Now hurry up and pull *your* girlfriend's knickers down so we can get on with the game."
"Isn't it over?" I ask.
"Nope," she grins, "That truth or dare idea was one of your few good ones. You don't have many, but that was a good one. I think we'll keep it going for a while longer."
"You'll pay for that crack," I mutter darkly as she resumes her seat.
"Put it on my tab," she giggles.
Zoe takes her own place standing before me. For several seconds, I just look at the cute little bunnies in waistcoats adorning her undies. Made of thick cotton, her undies conceal all but the sketchiest outline of her little, eight-year-old pussy. Almost as hesitantly as she had reached out to me, I slowly lift my hands to her nonexistent hips and fumblingly grip the waistband. The smell I'd noticed earlier is now very much in evidence, though nowhere near as redolently as with her big sister. Still, a tiny patch of wetness tucked back between her legs is evidence that she too is feeling some degree of arousal from our activities.
I slowly tug downwards, revealing first the hairless, barely perceptible rise of flesh at the top of her vulva, and then a few centimetres lower, the top of her slit. Unlike my sister's and to a lesser extent hers, Zoe's pussy is just a formless vertical crack tucked between her legs.Even when I have it fully exposed, she remains almost completely featureless, her crack smoothly following the contours of her body to where it disappears between her legs, merging into the bottom of her bum crack. Even with her knees almost touching, there is a gap between the tops of her thighs big enough for me to fit two fingers into, and in that gap is the only real hint of shape, the two-finger-width fleshy rolls of her outer pussy lips.
Leaning closer to inhale more of her enchanting smell, I push her knickers the rest of the way to the ground. She lifts first one foot clear and then the other, each time the smell becoming a tiny fraction stronger, but even with her movement, the lips of her pussy remain tightly closed, hiding the rest of her charms from my avid gaze. Unable to resist, I close the small gap between us and lightly brush my lips over the top of her mound, shocking a soft gasp from her lips.
"Woo-hoo," Lara cheers.
Grinning, I look up into Zoe's sweetly smiling face. "Your deal, I think."
"Aw, it was just getting interesting," Tisiphone pouts.
"Win, and I might let you dare me," I say teasingly as I turn and sit facing the middle, my cock staging up from its thin nest of hairs like a flagpole.
"Now that's an offer *I'll* take you up on," she grins.
"Oh, too bad," I coo at my sister a few minutes later, "Zoe gets to dare me instead."
"O.K.," she says with a triumphant look on her face, "I dare you to kiss me like they did."
Tisi and Lara erupt in a cacophony of cheers and whistles. "Kiss your girlfriend." "Yeah, kiss her." "Suck her face." "Tongue her tonsils." They're loving this. I've been catching enough hell from them since the holidays began over Zoe's bad dose of puppy love for me, and this was the icing on the cake. I'd already made their day with a couple of brief pecks on the lips; this was going to make their year.
They were acting worse than me and my mates the first time we saw one of our age group slip a girl the tongue. In fact...I grin.
"Harumph, boys," I sniff loudly, looking at Zoe.
She giggles.
There is a sudden startled silence from the other end of the bed. Tisi and Lara look from me to each other in stunned amazement. "A hit," Tisiphone says in awed tones, "He bloody well scored a hit on us. O.K., Geoff, we'll be good."
"You know what their problem really is?" Zoe grins at me, "They're jealous, 'cause I'm gonna get a real kiss from a boy before them."
Lara and Tisi look at each other and then fix on Zoe. "Bitch," they say in unison, and giggle.
I look at Zoe and shake my head. "Come on, let's get it on."
I turn and sit back on my heels, more or less facing her. She walks on her knees until she is kneeling tall just in front of my right hip, so that our heads are at about the same height. A trifle awkwardly, I wrap my arms around her, as hers snake sinuously around my neck, as she pulls my face to hers.
Despite our age difference, she is the one that takes the lead. Her lips close softly on my lower one, sucking gently and sending an electric thrill down my spine. A moment later, she does the same to my upper lip, and I catch on, returning the labial caress to her lower lip at the same time. Several endless moments later, her tongue slides wetly along my lip where it is held between hers. I respond, and her arms tighten slightly as she moans softly.
Her head tilts, and I follow until her hand entwined in my hair gently corrects me, making me realize that I should have gone in the other direction. At least when her lips part further, it is automatic for me to follow suit, but when my tongue crowds forcefully into her mouth, she bites down on it gently, her eyes opening to tell me I am being too intense, too soon.
Chastened, I withdraw. Her tongue follows mine boldly, but without the ferocity I'd exhibited. It flickers lightly over my teeth and gums for a few moments, and then daintily slides over the tip of mine. I essay a gentle push back, and she leans into it for a moment and then skitters aside only to come straight back to twirl her tongue around the tip of mine.
I can't believe how amazingly sensual a good kiss can be. It wasn't my first French kiss; that had been with a somewhat disgusted Tammy Jones when her spin of the bottle had singled me out at the school camp a few months previously. However, that had been a teeth-grating, lip-bruising affair that bore no resemblance to this.
Zoe's tongue retreats with a final mischievous tap on mine, which she repeats when I fail to follow. Getting the idea, I follow her back into her mouth, this time letting myself be guided by her earlier example. I taste the hard-soft texture of her gums and the obduracy of her sharp little teeth. Her mouth is so amazingly sweet, totally unlike the tarry ashiness that smoking had put in Tammy's mouth.
I tease Zoe's tongue with my own, until suddenly her lips close about it and she suckles for a brief moment. She pushes, and I retreat. This time her tongue enters my mouth with some urgency, more forcefully than before. One of her hands leaves my neck to grip my arm and push it downwards until her soft, but bony bottom fills my hand. As I squeeze gently, her tongue writhes inside my mouth, twining about mine ardently, faint moans sounding deep in her throat.
As our passions rise to greater heights, confidence fills me, and I push back, crowding her tongue from my mouth back into hers, and this time she does not fight me. I slide my tongue along the inside of her cheeks, moist, soft heat on one side of my tongue, the obdurate hardness of her teeth on the other. I slide between them over their sharp crowns and spiral fervently around her tongue.
My hand holding her buttocks clutches tighter, pulling me harder against her, and she lifts her leg over mine to straddle my lap. I pull, and damp heat presses against the base of my rampant cock, trapping it between our bellies. We are both moaning deep in our throats, almost growling as our tongues duel back and forth between our lips.
Involuntarily, I begin to jerk my hips against her, clutching her small eight-year-old body to my own, as I grind my rigid cock against her pubis and soft belly. Almost immediately, her narrow pelvis begins to rock against me, pushing her tiny, sensitive clit against the base of my cock while oily moisture drips down to coat my balls.
I slide my hand under the curve of her small backside, reaching for the source of that moisture. My searching fingers brush over silky wetness as I find the puffy, swollen lips of her small pre-teen vulva. Taking heed of the gentleness with which we had begun our kiss, I keep my touch light and gently, tracing along the length of her engorged labia from where they splay out around the base of my prick back to her perineum. Back and forth I stroke, spreading her oily fluids over the outside of her pussy, slowly increasing the pressure of my fingers as she becomes more and more slippery.
Groaning, she devours my tongue, sucking on it, twining around it with her own, pulling on it almost as if she wants to tear it from my mouth. Her hands hold my neck and head in a near-death grip, fingers twisted in my hair as if fearful that I might wish to escape.
Beneath her bottom, I slide a finger lightly along the tight groove between her swollen labia, dipping into the small gap made by the presence of my cock, feeling the incredible damp heat put out by her aroused pussy, but for now staying outside further back where the lips remain pressed tightly together. She squeals at the deeper contact, grinding herself even harder against me as my touch drives her higher. She squirms, and suddenly my finger delves into the warm wetness between her pussy lips, releasing a sudden flood of trapped juices.
Her hips jerk urgently as I gently probe the elastic opening of her vagina. Much to my amazement, the tip of my finger slips easily inside and is enveloped by an unimaginably soft, satiny sheath. Working with her almost frenzied movements, I insinuate my finger, millimetre by millimetre, deeper into her body. With almost one-third of my finger inside her, I feel a slight constriction around the tip, but it is not the barrier I am expecting. In fact, there is no barrier. Half my finger disappears into her body, then three-quarters, and finally its entire length slides into her with no more resistance than that slight narrowing just beyond the entrance.
I hold my palm against her skinny butt, following the motions of her body, with my finger completely inside her warm, silken sheath, feeling her wet flesh clasp my intruding digit in its slick grip. Some moments later, I start to work my finger in and out, at first only a few millimetres at a time, then a centimetre, two, and finally almost the whole length as her movements become more and more frenzied.
In her passion, her mouth loses mine. Her now slack lips pass over my cheek, leaving a wet trail of saliva, and her head flops down onto my shoulder, her open mouth drooling against my skin. Squeaks and huffs of exertion escape her slack lips, filling my ears with the sounds of her passion.
And in my groin, the fire of my own arousal rises to incandescence. My balls throb, and a bolt of liquid flame bursts from my cock to wet our bellies, drooling down between us to where her labia clasp the base of my prick. Suddenly, she slides more easily against me, pulse after exquisitely agonizing pulse of cock juice smears between us, lubricating our skins, drooling down into her eight-year-old slit.
She bounces in my lap like a creature possessed, dragging her tiny clit along almost the entire length of my burning, pulsing, erupting rod. Suddenly, she goes rigid for an instant and then throws her head back, squealing her release into the air, as her pussy clamps down again and again on my finger within her.Moments like hours later, she subsides, falling limply against me, her partially open lips a loose wet oval against my neck.
Almost instinctively, I gently slide my free hand up and down the length of her spine, soothing and caressing her as she comes down from her incredible high.
"That was some kiss," my sister remarks enviously.
Suddenly reminded that we were not alone, I lift my head to look. Lara's jaw hangs open in an expression of sheer amazement. My sister looks on with similar amazement and also a large degree of envy.
Blushing, I stammer, "Ah, I guess we got a little carried away."
"A little?" she giggles, "More like a lot. I wonder if that was her first... you know."
"Wouldn't you know?" I ask, "I presume it was you two who taught her how to kiss."
"Kiss yes," Tisi replies, "But that was just to shut her up, we never did anything like that with her."
"Me neither," Lara adds, as Tisi and I look towards her.
"WOW!" Zoe suddenly speaks up, lifting her head to look at me, "That was awesome." A second later she pulls back and looks down at the multitude of gooey strands joining our bodies, "Ew, gross! You did it all over my tummy."
"Let me see." Both Tisi and Lara move up on either side of me to peer at the sticky mess smeared all over our bellies and crotches.
"Cool!" Tisi says.
"Yuck!" is Lara's observation.
Just then Zoe gives an experimental wiggle of her butt. "I can feel your finger in me," she observes.
"Yeah, I was wondering about that," Tisi says, "What happened to your cherry, Zoe?"
"My what?"
"Bit of skin up inside your cunny," Tisiphone explains, "Remember I said I busted mine doing judo? It hurt like blazes and bled a bit too, made a real mess of my gi," she finishes with a giggle. "What happened to yours?"
"Dunno. Maybe I never had one." She looks to me. "Move it in and out a bit, Geoff. I wanna see what it feels like. Oh boy! That's nice. Do it some more."
"No, stop," Tisi says, "Otherwise it'll happen all over again."
"I want it to," Zoe says.
"Yeah, well so do we," Tisi says. "But we've gotta talk too, so take it out, Geoff."
"Oh!" Zoe groans softly with disappointment as I follow my sister's instructions. "What about?"
"Not getting Geoff in a shitload of trouble mostly," Tisi says seriously, "This is serious shit, and if anyone finds out about it, he's in deep shit. All of us will be, but mostly him, because he's the oldest."
"How come?"
"Because kids aren't supposed to do this sort of stuff," Tisiphone says, "Kissing's sort of O.K., but everyone'd reckon you were probably too young to kiss like that, especially with him, because he's so much older than you. And they'd have a pink fit about him just touching your cunny, forget about him putting his finger in it. So you can't tell anyone."
"Does that mean we have to stop?" Zoe asks disappointedly.
"No, we just have to be real careful and not get caught," Tisi says, adding with a giggle, "Shit, heaps of kids do it all the time, and everybody knows that, they just get in a real tizzy when they actually catch them doing it."
"O.K.," Zoe agrees, "Can we do it some more now."
"No you can't!" Tisi giggles, "We want a turn too."
"I want a rest," I groan theatrically, "Anyway, it's time we had something to eat. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry," Tisi laughs. "O.K. Food first and fun and games later. You two get cleaned up, while Lara and I make some sandwiches and things."
"Yes, mother," I chuckle.
Fifteen minutes later, as we're chomping away, there's an electronic squeal from the intercom connected to the house.
"Yeah, Mum?" I ask around a mouthful of half-chewed Vegemite sandwich.
"What the hell are you doing down there in this weather?" she asks, sounding angry.
"You told us to," I reply.
"Yes, but I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to stay there when this started up."
"Well, we were sort of waiting for it to ease up a bit before we came back up," I explain.
"Yes, well that might have been a good idea except the forecast says that it isn't likely to stop before tomorrow afternoon."
"How was I supposed to know that?" I ask defensively.
"I suppose you weren't," she accedes, "But that leaves us with the problem of what to do now."
"Get wet, I guess," I shrug, "Do you want us to come up now?"
"No, I'd rather you didn't. Not the girls anyway, until we look and see if the causeway's still there. It's probably washed out again. If it is, I suppose you'll have to stay down there until it blows over. Are you dry enough?"
"Fine," I say, "There was only a bit of drizzle until we got here and Zoe opened her big mouth. Blame her. How come you didn't call us earlier anyway?"
"Because I probably fell asleep before you got out of the house, I didn't notice a thing until I woke up a few minutes ago and found you lot missing. Anyway, grab a rope from the shed in case the causeway is out and I'll meet you there."
"I'm going to get mighty wet," I say, "We didn't bring our raincoats."
"You'd be idiots, wouldn't you," she mutters, "Well, you're just going to get wet. You need some things if you're going to spend the night down there, and you're elected to collect them."
"O.K. Mum," I say, "See you in a few minutes."
I quickly slip my jeans and t-shirt on and open the door. Outside, even though there should be hours of daylight left, it is gloomy as a dusk in winter. The rain is still sheeting down, though it seems to be a fraction lighter than earlier, but not by much. I step out and I'm instantly soaked to the skin. Fortunately though, it's not too cold. Turning back to grin at the girls, I strike out for the house, ankle-deep in the water that fills the ruts of the track.
As Mum had predicted, the causeway was indeed washed out - a roaring cascade of water five or six metres wide flows through the gap torn by the raging torrent. Mum waits for me on the other side, wearing Dad's old oilskins.
"Well, the girls certainly aren't coming home through this," she calls out to me over the noise of the water.
"I guess not," I reply. "Here, I'll toss the rope over, and we'll walk it down to where it widens out a bit."
It takes a couple of attempts for her to catch the coil I toss over to her. She misses the first time, and before she can grab it from the ground, the water grabs it and almost wrenches it from my hands. She gets it the second time, and holding it stretched between us to keep as much as possible out of the water, we walk slowly downstream to where the normally dry creek bed widens out to about fifteen metres. There she fixes her end to a tree, and when she's done, I do the same on my side, stretching the rope as tightly as possible. Then, holding onto it tightly, I slowly wade down into the swiftly flowing stream.
At its deepest, the water comes almost to my hips and tugs powerfully at my legs, threatening to pull me off my feet with every step. I place my feet carefully, feeling for any rocks or sunken logs that might disrupt my balance before I shift my weight. It takes me almost five minutes to negotiate the few metres that separate me from my mother, and I'm trembling with the strain when I haul myself out on the other side.
Ten minutes later, I step under the welcome cover of the verandah. As Mum shucks off her coat, to reveal that she's almost as wet underneath as I am, I grab my bathers from the line and tell her I'm going to wear them going back and take them into the laundry to change.
Inside, she hands me a very welcome hot drink and tells me to sit down, then disappears into Tisi's room with a green plastic garbage bag, telling me to get another bag and get some clothes for myself when I've finished my drink. I gulp the drink down, scalding my throat, and meet Mum heading for the bathroom as I go into mine. I quickly grab my pajamas, a clean pair of jeans, some jocks, a shirt, and a sloppy joe and stuff them in the bag, then kneel to quickly extract a magazine from my stash. Not stopping to look to see which one it is, I slide it between a couple of game magazines like the meat in a sandwich and slip them in with the clothes.
"What have you got there?" Mum asks, the unexpectedness of her voice making me jump.
"Oh, just a couple of game mags," I reply, explaining, "For when the girls start to get on my nerves."
"Good idea," she says with a nod.
"Come on," she says, leading the way back to the kitchen, "There's a change of clothes for the girls and some night things, and toothbrushes, a couple of towels, toilet paper and what have you as well. What are you doing about a toilet, by the way?"
"Uh, the girls are using a bucket behind a blanket up the other end of the van, and I'm using the door," I stammer.
"Well, don't let them see you," she tells me with a direct look that makes me blush.
Fortunately, she doesn't guess the real reason for my discomfiture and goes on, "Hopefully you can hold out on the other until this is over, but you'd better take the golf umbrella in case you have to dash across to the loo in the shed."
"Here, hold this," she shoves another bag into my hands and starts filling it from the pantry and fridge. A loaf of bread, some jam, eggs, bacon, and a bottle of milk. "There, that and what's already down there should keep you alive till tomorrow night."
We use tape to seal the bags, and then put all of them inside a bigger heavy-duty bag, filling it with air so that it will float before we seal it. Then it's back out into the rain.
"I should probably come down with you to make sure the girls are all right," she says.
"No!" I yelp, thinking of what she'd think if the girls were still naked when we got there. Hell, I knew what she'd think, and it wouldn't be good. Hastily, I moderate my tone."I mean you still don't look all that crash hot, and there's no need for you to get totally soaked coming outside again. You can talk to the girls on the intercom if anyway."
"I suppose you're right," she reluctantly agrees. "But I will still come down to the creek with you. I want to be sure you make it across safely."
"Well, OK," I say. "But then you come straight back here and lie back down. You really do look awful."
"I've been better," she admits with a wry grin. "Come on, there's no sense in delaying this."
The water's even deeper when we return to the creek, coming up past my waist as I slowly make my way across. There's one bad moment when a particularly strong swirl of water pulls my feet out from under me, but I manage to hold onto the rope and get them back down. A minute later, I clamber out on the other side.
While I'm recovering, Mum ties the bag onto the rope and drops it in the water, letting the current grab it and drag it downstream until the rope, which is still attached at my end, swings it over to my side. I retrieve it, and with a wave and a yelled "Goodbye!" to Mum, I shoulder my burden and trudge back to the van.
Opening the door, I heave the bag through and follow it inside.
"Bit wet is it?" Tisi asks me, looking up from something she is reading on the bed.
It's a good thing Mum didn't come along as she'd threatened, as all three are still as bare as the day they were born. And then I catch sight of what they're reading. It's a fucking good thing she didn't come. "Where did you get those?" I yelp, even though I already know the answer.
"I told you I'd work it out," Tisi tells me complacently as the other two giggle. "You know it was almost smart, very Edgar Allan Poeish, but you were just too cute for your own good. I mean The How and Why Wonder Book? Really," she giggles. "I can certainly understand the 'how' part of it, but I'll be damned if I know 'why' they do some of these things."
"So just how did you figure it out?" I ask curiously, drying myself off with the towel Zoe hands me before I step any further into the van.
"Well, I sort of figured it would be in here to begin with, since Mum hardly ever comes down here except when we're going on holidays, and you need somewhere private to do your jacking off too."
"I don't jack off," I tell her heatedly.
"Yeah right," she scoffs. "Show me a boy who doesn't jack off and I'll show you a liar, or someone with a major medical problem. If a boy can cum, he jacks off. End of story."
"So what did you do then?" I ask, refusing to admit the truth. "Tear the place apart till you found it?"
"Does it look like I did?" she asks, waving her hand to indicate that the van looks no different than when I'd left it, except that the remains of our dinner had been put away, and the beds are now made up.
"So what did you do, Miss smart-arse genius?" I ask. "Walk straight up to it and pull it out?"
"More or less," she says with a complacent grin. "I figured your hiding space couldn't be in any of the cupboards or storage spaces, since someone might want something and accidentally find it, so I just looked around and right away I saw our books and thought about how you and your mates had this thing about making secret compartments in your pencil boxes and other things. I saw this book and figured that it would be the sort of smart-dumb thing you'd think of, and voila."
"OK, so I guess I'll just have to be smart-smart next time," I say. "Now give me those. You really shouldn't be looking at them."
"Au contraire, *you're* the one who shouldn't be looking at them, since they might damage your delicate and somewhat twisted little psyche, while we just find them hysterically funny."
"How so?" I ask.
"Get those off," she says, waving towards my bathers, "and we'll explain it so even you can understand. Wow! Those things sure do shrink when they get wet," she giggles, looking at my poor shrunken member.
"Shut up," I mumble embarrassedly, grabbing up the towel to hide myself. "It's the cold that does it."
"Whatever," she grins. "Come on, and put that stupid towel down. We promise not to laugh. Well, much anyway," she giggles as I drop the towel.
"Now look here," she says, jabbing at the open page of the book in front of Zoe. "How comfortable can that be? I mean, she's hanging backwards off the bed so her tits are right in her face, her neck's bent almost double, and her feet are sort of dangling anyway. We might do stuff like that to stretch in judo, but it feels good when we stop, not when we're doing it. And look at him squatting over her like that, he looks like he might fall over any second. Now look at his dick. It's bent that much it's got a fold in it. I bet that doesn't feel very good, does it?" she looks at me questioningly.
"No, not really," I agree. "Mine starts to hurt way before I can bend it that far."
"I thought so," she nods. "And look at this one." She flips back a few pages to where the same couple is fucking doggy style on top of the bed. "I know it's called doggy style," she observes, "but why on Earth is she holding her leg up like a dog pissing on a tree as well? Just stupid."
She continues flipping through the three magazines, pointing out one absurdity after another, especially the cum shots. "Hell, look at this, and here, and here, and here. What's the point in fucking and then pulling it out to squirt it all over her arse or belly or tits or face? There's not one picture that shows it going inside her where it belongs.
"Look at this," she jabs at one of my favorites, showing a blonde chick with huge tits stretching her cunt wide open with the fingers of both hands as six guys stand over her jerking off. "You could park a Volkswagen in there, and there's six guys shooting all over her, but her cunt's clean as a whistle. And why would she do that anyway, you could fit four dicks in that hole and they'd still rattle."
"People might do some of these things for real, but at least three quarters is just bullshit," she says contemptuously. "Either it looks uncomfortable as hell and probably is, or the people couldn't move without falling over or both. And I know that fucking feels better than jerking off, so why stop fucking to do it?"
"I dunno," I admit. "I never looked at it like that before."
"No, you looked at it like this," she giggles, staring with exaggerated avidity at the pages before her while she holds the fingers of one hand curled in front of her pussy to form a tube.
I have to laugh with the others at this, even if I am being mocked.
Thinking about it for the first time instead of doing as Tisi had just aped, I offer up an explanation. "I guess, it's probably so you can see everything. In most of the real looking positions, there's always someone's leg or bum or something in the way. And they squirt the sperm on the outside to show that that's happening too."
"So you're saying they make it look fake so that it looks real," Tisi says.
"Well, yeah," I say with a wry grin.
"You know, you're probably right," she says, sounding a little surprised at herself. She giggles, "I don't suppose many blokes would get off over looking at some other bloke's hairy arse and a pair of legs sticking out the sides."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't for one," I laugh.
"Hey!" she says, looking curiously at my still limp dick. "How come it's like that still? I would've thought looking at all those dirty pictures would've made you hard again. Or can't you do it any more?"
"Hell no, I did it six times in one afternoon once, and again after I went to bed," I boast, adding reflectively, "I guess, I've just been too busy using this head to think about what you were saying to think about what you were saying it about."
"The old blood and two heads thing again, huh?" she grins.
"Something like that," I grin back. "So what do we do now? Play some more cards?"
"Why bother," she says. "That was just to get us, mostly you, loosened up enough for the real fun."
"Real fun?" I ask. "You mean...?" I trail off into silence, fearful of putting my thoughts into words.
"Wow! It sure woke up in a hurry," Lara giggles, looking at my suddenly stiff dick.
"Yep," Tisi giggles, answering my unasked question. "We've got a real good use for this thing," she pats my dick in a proprietary fashion, "starting with me."
"I can't," I gasp, shocked. "You're my sister. Besides, you're too little."
"Wanna bet," she challenges. "If I can get a candle in my cunny, I shouldn't have any trouble with your dick."
"But you're still my sister," I object.
"So what?" she counters. "That only really counts if you gave me a baby, and I'm still too young for that. Until then, so long as you're nice to me, you'll have all the pussy you can handle. Afterwards, we'll just see how good an actor I can be, so I can convince Mum to get me on the pill."
"But it's still wrong."
"So's sticking your finger in an eight-year-old, but you didn't seem to care about that."
"I wasn't thinking," I mumble.
"Does that mean you won't do it again?" she asks, looking me in the eye until I turn away. "I didn't think so. Look, so long as no one gets hurt, what's the problem? We can all have a shitload of fun and keep our reputations intact at the same time."
"Your reputation maybe," I say, "but what about mine? If I don't have a girlfriend people can see, they're gonna think I'm as queer as Ronnie and Steve."
"So who's stopping you?" she asks. "Hell, we can't have you for real anyway, so there's not much point in us being jealous, is there? But until you do, and even afterwards, we can have some good, clean, absolutely filthy, dirty fun and learn a lot besides. Think about it."Most guys your age know as much about sex as they do about flying a fighter plane, less actually since half of you are crazy about computers. This way you can make all your mistakes with girls who aren't going to laugh at you. Well, only a little bit anyway," she adds with a giggle.
"Look, you guys think you're so shit hot macho and God's gift to women. Have I got news for you. You should hear what some of the big girls say about you guys when you're not around. You know how you blokes brag about all the shit you've done with girls. Well, I've heard the other side of it. Ninety percent of what you blokes say is total bullshit, and when something does happen, it's almost never as spectacular as you blokes make out. Usually, they cum about ten seconds after they get it in, and sometimes they don't even get that far and squirt it all over the girl's leg. Then the next day, they're telling all their mates how they fucked her for an hour and made her scream with passion."
"You're worried about your reputation," she says incredulously, "Hell, Geoff, by the time we get finished with you, your reputation will be made. If you can do what you did to Zoe just with natural talent, just think how good you'll be after we've taught you a thing or two. You just keep your mouth shut, and let us girls do your advertising for you, and you'll be able to take your pick."
"Shit no!" I yelp, "If anyone finds out I've been doing stuff with a couple of ten-year-olds and an eight-year-old, I might as well shoot myself."
"I didn't mean us specifically, you twit," she says, "But after you've kissed a girl or two, the rest'll soon hear about it, and when they don't hear anything from the guy side, it won't be long before you're beating them off with a stick."
"So why you first and not Lara?" I ask, "I mean most of the time these days you act like you hate my guts. This is the nicest you've been to me in ages. Shit, if you really do mean what you're saying, this is the nicest you've ever been to me full stop."
"O.K.," she says, ticking off points on her fingers, "Firstly: Lara's still got her cherry and I don't, so that's why me first. You can make all your worst mistakes with me, so when you get to her, you'll at least have some idea of what you're doing. Next: for a big brother, you're actually not all that bad. A bit dorky sometimes, but I'm working on that. It's just I've been planning this for a while, and I wanted to get the wrong idea across, so people wouldn't really get the wrong idea. So I'm still going to be a bitch to you around other people, and you have to be the same back, though we can taper that off some as you grow up and stop being a typical thirteen-year-old. In private, though, I really will be the nicest I've ever been to you, and so will Lara and Zoe."
"Just how long have you been planning this?" I ask incredulously.
"Ever since your voice broke and I started reading up about it in the library," She says, "Then I found your dirty magazines and showed them to Lara, and she said it might be fun to do some of the things we read about in them with you, so I dealt her in."
"What about Zoe?"
"Oh, she just dealt herself in today. She sort of messed up my whole timetable, and Lara really screwed it up with her idea for playing Strip Hearts."
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Lara says defensively.
"Only because I did a hell of a lot of quick thinking and made it work," Tisi says, "Then again," she adds candidly, "It was my dumb idea to look out the window while you were peeing. If it hadn't been for that, you probably wouldn't have needed much convincing at all. Right?" She grins.
"Probably not," I reply with a laugh. "So what were your original plans?"
"Well, all the big stuff was supposed to wait until Zoe got over her crush on you and wasn't in the way anymore, but we've been sort of working on the preliminaries for a while by sort of accidentally flashing our knickers, and dashes for the bathroom, stuff like that, but you didn't seem to be taking much notice. So today we decided to see if we could make you notice. Lara wore some knickers that we so old and tight they were practically see-through. I thought about wearing some of hers too, but you might have smelled a rat, because you know the ones Mum makes me wear, so I fished a pair out of the rag bag and put in a couple of extra strategically placed holes, then I ruined them when I was in such a hurry to pee. Not that it really mattered in the end, but it would have been kinda nice to see your reaction when you saw my clit poking out."
"I saw it," Zoe giggles, "Lucky there weren't any flies about."
"When was that?" Tisi asks curiously.
"When you caught us kissing under the table," I chuckle, "I really was saying thanks, just not for helping me pick up the cards. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have even noticed."
"Yeah, you are a bit thick," Tisi giggles, "Well, at least they weren't entirely wasted, but I still missed your reaction. Anyway, once we got you taking notice and actually looking to see us, we were gonna do stuff like get changed with the door open a little bit, then I was going to let you see me jilling off, and then us jilling each other off. We were going to catch you catching us and pretend that we were scared you'd tell on us. I figured that'd make you think you were in control, and you'd carry on from there."
"Oh well," she shrugs philosophically, "no plan ever survives contact with the enemy, and this way's probably better, since we all know what's what, and nobody will do anything stupid and screw it up."
"Meaning me, I suppose?" I say with a grin.
"Actually," she laughs, "going on our respective track records so far, you're doing the best of the lot of us. Zoe's too eager, I'm too insensitive to your moods (I really didn't think you'd react that badly to us looking at you), and Lara's like a bull in a china shop. You, on the other hand, have been a perfect gentleman where it counts and perfectly gentle where that counts. Most guys your age would have jammed their finger straight into Zoe's cunny and worried about it hurting when she screamed."
"If then," I add, thinking of some of the Neanderthals at school.
"If then," my sister agrees. "Some guys are real Neanderthals," she adds, as if reading my mind, "while you're at least a Cro-Magnon. But you still haven't said if you'll do this. Are we on or not?"
"Hell yes," I say, laughing, "I'd be a total idiot not to want to fuck a pair of good-looking babes when they're practically begging me to, even if they are still mostly titless wonders, but I'm not fucking Zoe, she really is too little."
"You might be surprised," Tisi says archly, "but another crack like that and you won't get a chance to find out."
"Just keeping in practice for when we're in public," I grin unrepentantly, "But what do you mean I might be surprised by Zoe? I felt how tight she was on my finger, and while I might not be in the same league as the blokes in those mags, my dick's still a helluva lot bigger than my finger."
"Cunnies can stretch, shit, look at that picture I was talking about earlier. If she can stretch that much, Zoe can easily stretch enough to take your dick. Actually, she'll probably be an easier nut to crack than Lara, since she's got no cherry to worry about."
"I am not going after my baby sister," Lara says slowly and definitely. "It's bad enough that she's so far ahead of us already."
"You're looking at it wrong," Tisi says, "She did us a favour by daring him to kiss her first, even if it did get a little out of hand towards the end."
"By what sort of twisted logic do you figure that?"
"My usual sort," Tisiphone giggles, "Think about it. If she'd dared him to kiss me, he would have been as aggressive as hell, that's if he'd done it at all. It would have just become an extension of the way we've been acting towards each other for the last year or so, and I'd've had to slap him down so hard it would've taken us months before we could try again. It wouldn't have been as bad with you, but he still would have tried to take control and probably mucked it up. Zoe's so little that he let her teach him how to kiss properly, and now he won't be trying to jam his tongue halfway down your throat like Brad does."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Lara admits, "But I'm still jealous, and from now on, she's just going to have to wait until I've had my turn."
"O.K.," Tisi says with an evil smirk, "How about you take first go of sucking him off and letting him cum in your mouth? You can tell us what it tastes like."
"You think I won't," Lara cries, "Just watch me. Lie down, Geoff, I'm about to blow your mind."
"Hey, he's supposed to fuck me first," My sister objects.
"No way," Lara says, "I said I'd suck him off, but I'm not doing it after it's been in your bitch cunt. Just thinking about it makes me want to chuck."
"Hey!" I yell, pushing the two belligerents apart, "I won't fuck anyone if you don't settle down, and Lara, you don't have to do anything at all that you don't want to. I wouldn't enjoy it if you forced yourself."
"That's O.K.," Lara says suddenly smiling. "I was just blowing off steam. She just gets so bloody damned superior sometimes, and I just hate it," She grins. "but then I guess you already know how that feels. Actually, I've been kinda curious about what sucking a cock is like since I saw Ronnie and Steve doing it. Just warn me before you cum, O.K. I'm a bit scared about that part."
"I will if you leave me with enough brains to do it with," I chuckle, "Just keep an eye on my balls, they pull up real tight just before I shoot."
"I'll try to remember that," she says.
"I'll watch too in case you forget," Tisiphone offers.
"Does that mean you're going to let me go before you?" Lara asks.
"Yeah."She grins wryly, "Maybe this way I'll learn a little humility."
"Fat chance," I chuckle, as I stretch out on the cushions, with a couple of pillows behind my head.
"Oops, better put this under you," Tisi says, throwing me a towel, "Cum stains on the quilt might be a little hard to explain."
"Okay," Lara says nervously as she crouches beside me, "What's the right way to do this?"
"I should know?" I reply, "You and Tisi have seen more of this than me. Just don't bite it off, that's all I ask."
"Okay, I won't," she giggles.
She tentatively reaches out and runs her fingers gently over the underside of my stiff member, almost so softly that it tickles. "It feels pretty weird," she says, almost to herself.
"You and me both," I laugh, "Touch it a bit harder, that sort of tickles."
"Sorry," she giggles, and presses more firmly. "Wow, it's pretty hard." She trails her fingers up to the dark pink glans, "But this bit's softer."
Gaining confidence, she curls her fingers around my shaft and lifts it away from my belly to inspect the glans more fully, but immediately drops it when I let out a soft gasp. "That didn't hurt, did it?" she asks worriedly.
"No, it felt good," I reassure her, "Don't worry, I'll let you know if I don't like something. Just do whatever you feel like."
"Okay," she takes hold of me again and resumes her inspection, tilting my shaft this way and that as she checks me out on all sides. Across my body from her, Tisi and Zoe lean in close to watch. Discovering that the skin sheathing my shaft slides over the hard interior, Lara tries a tentative movement, pushing my foreskin a little way over the crown.
"That's it," I murmur encouragingly.
Grinning with pleasure, she essays a bolder action, lifting her hand until the head, completely encased in my foreskin, fills her fist.
"Oh shit! That's better than when I do it," I groan.
"Really?" she squeals excitedly.
"Hell yes!" I tell her, "It won't take me long if you keep that up."
"She's supposed to suck it," Tisi observes.
"Give me time," Lara says, pumping me again.
She works her fist up and down a couple of times more, causing a bubble of precum to ooze out and coat the tip.
"That's what happened to me," Zoe says, "Except I was just looking at it."
"What is it?" Lara asks, looking at it askance.
"I don't know," I tell her, "Just slippery stuff. It's not pee if that's what you're worried about."
She giggles, "Yeah, I guess it was. Okay, I guess this is it. I dare me to taste it."
Hesitantly, she lowers her head, her hair cascading down to hide the view. A few moments later, I feel a light feathery touch as her tongue just barely grazes over the head of my prick. "Oh shit!" I cry, clutching the bedspread.
"Mmm, doesn't taste like much at all," Lara observes, and emboldened, she licks firmly over the entire crown.
"Fuck!" I can't help it. The sensation of her rough tongue rasping over my sensitive prick causes me to push my hips forcefully upwards. Lara squeals in alarm and jerks backwards. "Sorry," we each apologize to the other at the same time and giggle. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Me neither," she says and remembers the taste in her mouth. "Not bad," she muses, "I think I like how you taste. Just don't jump around so much."
"I'll try," I chuckle as she lowers her head back down to my groin.
Once again, her hair falls down past her face, but this time Tisi reaches out and pushes it back out of the way. Holding herself just a few centimetres away from my prick, Lara pumps me again until another bubble of precum appears. Quickly she darts in and flicks it up with her tongue, retreating before I can react to her fleeting touch. "Mmmmm," she moans with gustatorial pleasure, "That is good. Hold still, I'm going to lick you again."
Forewarned, I'm able to keep my hips from jerking uncontrollably, and as she continues to lave my gleaming helm, I start to become used to the sensation of her lapping tongue. The feeling isn't deadened so much as that I become more able to tolerate it. In fact, if anything, the intensity of the feelings increases.
She continues to work my shaft with her fist, uttering a continuous low hum of contentment, punctuated by louder moans as more bubbles of precum ooze up and coat her furiously working tongue. Moments later, she purses her lips and pushes them down over my prick, taking it into her mouth for the first time. Again, I jerk upwards uncontrollably, but I guess this time she is ready for it. She rides up with my rising hips and follows me back down without breaking contact, her lips tightening in what might have been a smile if her mouth had not been filled with cock.
At first, she holds her head still, working me entirely with her tongue. Groaning incoherently, I fight to hold back long enough to properly enjoy what she is doing to me. Fortunately, before I can explode, she pulls off me with a wet pop and looks down at my balls. "Oops," she giggles naughtily, "Almost went off too soon."
Holding me steady in her fist, she uses the other hand to gently massage and tug at my nuts until they loosen, and drop back down. She examines her handiwork critically for a few moments longer and then drops back down, dragging her tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. Closing her lips about me, she forces them downwards, pushing her fingers ahead of her until she holds almost three-quarters of my prick within her warm wet mouth. This time she bobs her head up and down, working me with her tongue at the same time. Each time she pushes back down, she takes a little more of me into her mouth, until finally, once she has worked me back up to fever pitch, her lips rest in the sparse nest of hairs surrounding the base of my prick.
And once again, she draws back, sucking hard until her lips release me with a pop. Taking my nuts in her hand once more, she works them loose from where they are nestled on either side of the base of my prick.
"Shit Lara," Tisi half laughs, "you're gonna destroy him."
"Yeah, well you shouldn't have shown me that story," Lara grins, "This is even more fun than I thought it would be."
"I can tell," Tisi giggles, "Just leave something for me."
"He'll recover," Lara says, looking up at me critically. "I think."
"Time for stage two. Do you think he'll go for it?"
"Only one way to find out," Tisi giggles.
"Here goes then." Lara shuffles around until she crouches beside my body, inverted to me, and then, before I can quite realize what she is doing, she throws a leg over me, and I find myself looking up into the glistening wetness of her partly opened cleft, with the aroma of her arousal totally filling my nostrils.
I immediately realize what she wants, and after only a second's thought, I lift my head to close the last few centimetres separating us and take a broad lick up the length of her slit, before I can lose my nerve. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. Like nothing else I have ever sampled, it sends a signal directly to the most primitive part of my brain, telling it 'Here is an aroused, receptive female.'
The onset of actual fertility may still lie months in the future, and the peak of her cycle years beyond that, but for humans, sexual receptivity is not tied to the oestrous cycle. Sexual contact in one form or another shapes us from the cradle to the grave. The social conditioning forced upon us during the formative years of toddlerhood and childhood, that taught us that sex was somehow inherently wrong, was grievously flawed.
As rational beings, we believe that we are the ultimate product of four billion years of evolution, shaped by mutation and selected by our ability to survive and propagate, step by step from unthinking beast to a being with the power to challenge and even surpass the hosts of gods that populate our mythology. And yet, on the subject which lies at the very core of evolution, sex, we are obdurately blind with respect to ourselves, worse, we deliberately distort our vision, refusing to see what lies plainly before us, forcefully attempting to replace 'that which is' with an utterly artificial 'that which should be' as ordained by gods we otherwise dismiss as irrelevant.
The shaping of evolution gave us the ability to obtain great pleasure from our genitals almost from the moment of birth. We may not know exactly why this might be so, but our understanding of the workings of evolution tells us that it is an almost certainty that it is not a harmful trait, or it would not have survived the process of natural selection to become ubiquitous, and that, because of that ubiquity, it is in all probability somehow beneficial, or was so until a point that lies somewhere in the not too distant past.
Almost in the same instant that babies gain conscious control of their fingers, they discover the pleasure of their sexual organs. So why do we as a society actively, and often cruelly, discourage such perfectly natural exploratory play with slaps, pinches, harsh words, and even outright mutilation?
Of course, at thirteen, I did not think these things. These thoughts came together over more than two decades in which the relationship between we three waxed and briefly waned only to wax again stronger than ever. We extended our philosophy to include our children, never with active participation, but always at one remove, standing solely as guardians as they developed free of society's taint, except for that minimum necessary to allow them to hide their difference.
At thirteen, my thoughts are summed up in one glorious word: SEX!!!!!!!!!!!
Lara shrieks at my sudden importunate assault, throwing her head back to utter her feral cry as she jerks forward to escape my impudent tongue, but doesn't resist when I take a hold of her hips and draw her back towards my mouth.Ardently but gently, I lap at the puffy, swollen pouch of her sex, drinking of her essence as it spills to the outside, but not yet delving within.
Even so, she stammers audibly as she reports to Tisi and Zoe, "I think he likes it. OOH YEAH!"
The last is driven from her by me thrusting my tongue into the narrow, darker pink oval that marks her vagina, transfixing her on my stiffened tongue. She pushes herself back onto my lingual spear, as I dig deep inside her, stopping only when my lips press firmly against her labia and the tip of my tongue tastes the sweetness of her cherry.
For many moments, she forgets everything but my thick tongue curled within her body. Her hips rock back and forth urgently as she fucks herself on my tongue, mewling her pleasure with short, sharp cries. And then, like me, she becomes accustomed to the deluge of sensations flooding from her groin, learning to tolerate them even as they continue to climb in intensity.
I feel a new hand encircle my cock, the fingers just barely able to meet around my girth. Zoe holds my cock upright for her sister, as Lara dips her head and takes me into the liquid heat of her mouth. Zoe's tiny hand releases me and slides down to cup and gently caress my balls.
Now we drive each other to greater and greater heights. My passion feeding off hers and hers off mine. And yet my climb is not the sudden meteoric rise it had been earlier. The need to devote myself to giving her pleasure, even as she in turn gives it to me, distances enough from the sensations of her lips and tongue on my cock that my impending climax lies somewhere in the future.
Her soft groan of disappointment as I withdraw my tongue from her body vibrates delightfully around my cock, as do the moans of pleasure that greet my gently sucking on her thickly swollen outer labia. I slide my palms over her buttocks, bringing my thumbs together in the middle over her pussy lips, pressing against them and drawing them apart so that I might look upon the moist pink skin that fills the seam.
Thin but engorged ridges of flesh form an inverted teardrop that defines the inner region of her pussy. Her vaginal opening fills the broad, rounded end, while at the point, a raised flap of skin marks the location of her clit. Unlike my sister's, it remains almost completely hidden within her prepuce, with only a tiny expanse of smooth pink skin visible beneath its paler hood to mark its presence.
Pushing gently, I align her with the lamp at the head of the bed and peer into her body, seeing a taut, thin wall of skin with a crescent-shaped bite out of it obscuring about three-quarters of her passage, just inside her opening.
A sudden, impatient wriggle of her hips lets me know I should leave the looking for later. Heeding it, I briefly push my tongue into her opening to harvest the fresh nectar pooling in the center of her flower. And then I lower my tongue to tease around the shrouded nodule of her baby pea-sized clit.
She moans loudly and resonantly around my prick as she draws it deep into her mouth. Then, as she pulls back, she sucks in on her cheeks until they press, soft and wet, against the sides of my cock, while the slightly rougher surface of her tongue presses up from beneath. She draws all the way up until only my glans remains behind her lips, pausing to swirl her tongue around and over the crown. Then, by main suction alone, she draws herself back down to the base, hot, moist flesh enveloping me on three sides.
A larger hand has joined Zoe's on my balls. Tisiphone gently but firmly wraps her fingers around my sac above my nuts, drawing them down and away from my body. Maintaining pressure just exquisitely shy of pain, she lets them slip through her curled finger, but before they can rise up against my body, she closes her fingers above them once more.
Groaning, I flick my tongue over Lara's prepuce, igniting and answering groan deep in her throat as she holds me entirely within her mouth, the back of her tongue vibrating against the sensitive underside of my cock. I change my grip to free one thumb, using it to peel back the hood of Lara's clit, exposing its smooth, distended bulb. I flick it with my tongue, and she cries out around my cock, suddenly forcing herself down to the base as she involuntarily jerks away from my tongue.
She redoubles her efforts on my cock, sucking, bobbing and swirling like a dervish. My balls start to rise despite Tisiphone's best efforts to restrain them. A part of me wants to relax and let Lara take me over the edge, but already I am learning that by giving pleasure, pleasure received in return is greatly magnified.
Taking a firm grip on her hip, I assail Lara's clit, flicking it back and forth, dipping in closer to take it between my lips and suck hard. She jerks against the restraint of my hand, squealing around my cock and then resumes her attack with an even more heightened vigor.
Now it becomes a race to see who can make the other cum first. I tighten my lips on her clit and tug, worrying it like a kitten with a piece of string. It pulls free, and I dive back in, accidentally catching her prepuce between my lips. Before I realize my error, I stretch it a considerable distance, and when I release it, it snaps back on her clit like a rubber band.
She shrieks and goes after my prick as if she wants to consume it whole. Her suction seemingly threatening to strip the very skin from my bone. Her teeth close lightly on the crown, sending an atavistic thrill of fear shooting up my spine. She plunges down to the base and swallows, the back of her tongue crushing my glans against the roof of her mouth, sandpapery taste buds rasping forcefully over the sensitive wrinkles along its underside.
Each escalating attack on the other temporarily distracts us from our own impending release, giving each of us time to drive the other to ever greater heights. It must end somewhere, and it does. Liquid fire blooms deep in my loins, burning through my prick with searing heat. But I do not go alone. My climax catches me unawares just as I clamp down on her clit and hood together. My head flies back, jerking both away from her body. First her clit slides free inside its prepuce, snapping back into her body, and then an instant later, the hood follows, slapping down on top of her clit just as it bounces back.
Her shrieking cry briefly joins with my bellow before dying off in a half-strangled gurgle as I fill her mouth with spurt after burning spurt of my cum. In the throes of her climax, survival reflexes take over. Her throat works to swallow my cum, clearing it enough for her to suck in a shuddering lungful of air.
Mere moments and an eternity later, it's over. She falls forward and sideways off her hands, rolling onto her back with one leg draped over my chest. She coughs slightly, clearing the residue of my cum in her throat, and swallows heavily and audibly to clear her mouth.
Groaning, I push her leg off me and heave myself up onto my elbows, and then into a sitting position to look down at her. Her lips glisten wetly with my spilled cum, and creamy white streaks criss-cross her cheeks and nose. A few moments later, she groans too, and holds out her hand towards Tisi. "Help me up," she says.
"So what's it like?" Tii asks, grinning as she hauls her friend upright.
"Pretty gross," Lara replies, wiping her lips on the back of her hand and looking at the smear there. "Actually, it tastes kinda nice, but it feels like swallowing sticky snot. And *he* didn't help, by doing it while I was cumming," she says with an accusing look at me.
"Sorry," I grin and ask, "Is your clit OK? I think I got a little carried away at the end there."
She gingerly feels herself. "Yeah, it's alright, but it felt like you were gonna rip it off for a second."
Tisi giggles, "Hell, I thought you were both going to eat each other up for a minute there. What was it like when he started licking you, Lara?"
"Don't you know?" I ask incredulously.
"Nope," Tisi chortles. "We kept chickening out. We never did anything except the kissing and using our fingers on each other. That's why I didn't really think she'd suck you, especially not right off."
"Not quite," I chuckle, reaching down to feel myself. "But I think it was a close thing for a minute there."
"So what's it like?"
"Awesome," Lara enthuses. "You won't believe how awesome until you try it."
"It looks like you were having fun doing it too," Tisi grins at me. "Looks like you liked the taste."
"Come and kiss me and see for yourself," I grin challengingly.
"Thanks," she says breezily, "Don't mind if I do. I might just clean this mess up first though," she adds, looking down at my crotch, "I don't think I want to sit in it."
I start to lift myself and offer her the towel, but she surprises all of us by dropping down to slurp my sticky noodle into her mouth. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," she makes happy noises of appreciation as she pulls back with a sucking slurp.
"Woah, careful there," I cry, "It's still pretty sensitive."
"Sorry," Tisi grins, twisting to look up at me from my lap. Turning to Lara, she says, "That wasn't too bad. And you're right about the taste. But I think you just got some stuck in your throat when he shot off, it went down real easy for me."
"Maybe," Lara allows, "And if you think that's good, you should try the stuff that comes out first, it's even better. It's just a pity there's not more of it."
"Suck or fuck? Suck or fuck," Tisi muses and nods as she makes her decision, "I think I'll fuck. Zoe and I'll have to wait until tomorrow to suck, or he's not going to have time to fuck all of us tonight. Right now, let's just see what *you* taste like, Lars."
Tisiphone kneels astride my lap, shuffling towards me until our bellies touch.Gripping my head between her hands, she tilts it a little and leans in to lick lightly at the corner of my mouth. "Not bad," she says, and pushes my head back a bit further to lick my chin. "Not bad at all."
Turning and tipping my head, she gives my face a thorough tongue bath, lapping at me like a cat to collect every trace of Lara's sweet juices.
"Now," she says, pulling back to grin in my face. "Kiss me, my sweet handsome prince."
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Lara says, pretending to gag.
"Zoe," Tisi says. "Shut her up."
"How?" Zoe asks.
"Oh, sit on her face or something," my sister giggles.
"Sounds good to me," Lara says, grinning. "Come here, baby sister. Feed me some cunny pie."
Giggling madly, Zoe crawls over to where her big sister is lying, throws her leg over Lara's head, and plops down solidly. She looks briefly down at the suddenly bug-eyed face looking back at her from between her thighs and then up to grin at my sister. "Like this?" she asks.
Before Tisi can reply, Lara starts frantically pushing at her little sister's bottom, pushing her up off her face. "No," she gasps, "so I can breathe, you idiot. Turn around, and you can do me at the same time, like me and Geoff did."
As Zoe turns around, Lara licks her lips, sampling the taste of her little sister. "Hey, not bad!" she cries happily. She looks at my sister, "I think we were real dumb for being so chicken."
"Don't I know it," Tisi says ruefully. "Think of all the fun we've missed out on."
"I'd rather not," Lara grimaces. "I think I'll just get on with catching up if it's all the same to you." With this, she grabs her sister's hips, pulls the little girl back onto her mouth, and starts lapping away hungrily.
Zoe squeals happily at the delicious sensations shooting up from her little pussy and, after a few seconds to savor them, she leans forwards to return the favor. Lara tries to follow, but after a few seconds, falls back to the cushions in defeat, unable to hold her shoulders clear of the bed without support. "Shit! This isn't working," she mutters, turning to me, "Chuck me those pillows, will you. Oomph!"
She pulls the pillow off her face and glares at me for a moment before stuffing it and its mate beneath her shoulders. "There, that's better," she remarks and dives back into her eight-year-old sister's sweet pussy.
Within seconds, both girls are moaning and groaning with the pleasure that the other is giving them. From where we're sitting, we can't see what Zoe is doing, but we've got a perfect view of Lara furiously lapping away at the outside of the younger girl's tight little pussy. As we watch, she uses her thumbs to prise Zoe's lips open to get at the sweet pink meat within. Even more so than Lara's, Zoe's inner lips are nothing more than the sketchiest of outlines, practically nonexistent except for where they merge with the tiny prepuce covering her grain-o-wheat clitoris.
Despite what Tisiphone has said earlier about pussies stretching, I did not see how it would be possible for me to get my prick in the tiny dark hole I can see between the fat little lips that Lara holds open. Shit, it doesn't even look big enough to take the finger I'd had in it earlier.
"Her nose is pretty close to Zoe's bum hole, isn't it?" Tisi observes with a giggle. "Wouldn't it be funny if she farted."
"Don't even think about it," Lara yelps at her giggling sister. However, she doesn't seem too concerned, since she dives back in with gusto.
"Now, where were we?" my sister asks, hauling my head around by main force to face her. "Oh yeah, you were going to kiss me. So stop looking at them and do it."
"Kiss my sister?" I say, screwing up my face in mock disgust. "Yeech?"
"How do you think I feel?" she says.
I slide my hands up between our bodies and cup them over her squash ball-sized boobs, squeezing them gently. "You feel pretty damned good, actually," I grin.
"MMMMMmmmmm," she murmurs happily, leaning back on her hands with her eyes closed. "You do that good." | null | null | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/The Caravan.txt |
2,207 | Clayton | Clayton's Children - The Babysitter | "Hey, Greg!" my mate, CJ, calls from across the room, "Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
"No, why?" As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
"Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's," he says, and I groan.
"Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half-heartedly.
"What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his bushy beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you," he continues, waving a baggie beside his ear.
"You've talked me into it," I grin back. "When do you want to leave?"
"Oh, in about four or five cones," he replies, retrieving the scissors from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old speaker, that we use for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl and bong from inside the enclosure.
"Here, dry these," he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my direction.
I catch one as it passes my ear and pick up the other from between my legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes through a lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When I'm done, I lean over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the bowl, and sit back to wait for CJ to finish.
A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl, mixing the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the cone and, setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and pulls the sweet smoke deep into his lungs. Then, while holding the smoke in, he packs the cone again and passes it to me.
"Thanks," I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that blocks the stem.
I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savoring the sensation as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin. "Good stuff," I gasp.
"Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the bong in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"
I wrinkle my nose. "I guess we'd better."
"Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits a few seconds. "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yes," I assent, and he lifts the bong to his lips.
Then, just as he's about to light up, the door opens, and Danny sticks his ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe," he says, coming in and closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know? You come into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong. Whose cigarettes did you use?" he asks, then catching the half-grin on CJ's face, he goes on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."
"We called," CJ objects, "Didn't we, Greg?"
"Yes," I agree solemnly.
"Yeah, right. Give me that fucking bong." Danny snatches it from CJ's hand. "And get out of my fucking chair."
CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in the least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and snatches the proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and punches it, before throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to sting, when it impacts in my palm.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move out into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I take my seat than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in front of the television and launches itself into my lap.
Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels as she stands up and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a quick jerk, she pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my nose. On the third snap, her forehead impacts painfully against mine, and I jerk backwards, grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up short.
She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her fingers from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make munching noises as I pull her tiny fists to my mouth.
Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my lap, her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a single finger towards me. I snap at it, and she jerks it back with a painfully shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at her tiny finger, rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.
Finally, I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily taking the small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a generous coating of spit.
Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression, and when I release her hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A few seconds later, a look of concentration appears on her face, and I feel a spreading dampness in my lap.
Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her plastics to one side, and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak me. "Sandy!" I cry in an outraged tone.
Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.
By this time, CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.
"Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I move to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."
"Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."
Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom, grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way. Once there, I strip her plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the bucket, and unfasten the pins, holding her nappy on. I drop the saturated square of cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto the bed.
As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and presents her tiny pussy to me.I quickly wipe the outside of her slightly reddened vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth. I then use the fingers of my free hand to separate her baby labia.
For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between them, marveling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice, hidden behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her little vagina winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of piss from between her plump pussy lips.
She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to brush over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her fat labia. Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny pucker of her little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other hand in my mouth and press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening, feeling it open up to accept me and clasp half of the first joint in an exquisite embrace.
Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my fingertip, while she makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my cock hardens, painfully confined within my tight jeans.
Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the tip of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw my finger and pop it into my mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her baby juices.
Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position as I go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn back, Sandy is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little clitoris, cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there, watching the beautiful, eighteen-month-old toddler happily masturbating.
Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping when the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.
With short, quarter-inch strokes, I gently finger-fuck the little girl, the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster as she approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic face screws up in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic squeezing and relaxation as her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of my little finger.
Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young vagina, I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly accepts the proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all traces of her delicate juices are gone.
I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the tight pucker of her baby anus. She releases my finger with a cooing giggle as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep from within. I give a final flick to her softening clitoris with the tip of my tongue and look up into her smiling face. Smiling back as she fights to keep her eyes open.
Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet vulva. Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin it in place. Slipping a clean pair of plastic pants on her, I lift her smiling, tired body into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck and holds her smiling face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for me to kiss her.
I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling her face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little snores and I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow. Pulling up the covers, I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her smiling face for a few seconds.
I gather up her damp plastic pants and take them and the cloth through the kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother, coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the shopping through to the kitchen.
"Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my groin. "I see she's piddled on you again," she says with a grin.
"Yeah, as a payback for licking her hand," I grin back, "I just put her down for a nap," I say, waving a bag in the direction of the partially closed door to Sandy's bedroom.
"I don't know how you do it," Angela says, shaking her head as she peers in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her settled."
"Hypnotic," I joke.
"I can almost believe you," she says, "Where's Danny?"
"In there with CJ," I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking room.
"I might have known," She says, "He better have left some for me this time."
Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as I drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then takes only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing it, he drops it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.
He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "Okay, let's go," he says to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed first."
We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean myself up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we go out to my car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's house.
Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene
I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by the housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than many of the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead of a bare lawn, it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of color, and many young trees break up the stark lines of the house. The porch is a solid mass of greenery, with rank after rank of ferns and orchids almost totally obscuring the wrought-iron rack that supports their pots. Hanging from the eaves, geraniums, maiden hair ferns and plants that I can not name, further serve to give the 'efficiently' designed house character.
I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up the concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is flung open, forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies open in his face.
With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch themselves at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now that they are relatively motionless, they resolve themselves into two blonde beauties. The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old and after kissing her father on the cheeks, she looks up at me brazenly. The younger of the two, who is about five, huddles closer to CJ and peers suspiciously past his shoulder to look at me.
"Who's he?" she asks, pointing at me.
"Don't point," CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up the fairies."
Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if she had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five-year-old repeats, "Who's he?"
"Girls, this is Greg," CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter, Alison." The older girl grins up at me and extends her hand towards me. I take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger curl between our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her grin widens to match, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips and moistening them.
"And this is Rene," he says, trying to turn the shy five-year-old towards me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face against his neck.
"Hi CJ," a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's hand like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a bombshell blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile flickers across her lips, but all she says is, "Well, aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Oh, sorry Honey," he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next door to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."
"Oh yes," she says, giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all about you."
Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up in a hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey," he says when he releases her.
Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at work here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and a wicker screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy. She leads us through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy the corners and spaces beside the furniture.
Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink, Greg, tea or coffee?"
"Tea, thanks, white with three," I reply.
"Alison, come and help me," she instructs as she goes through into the kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits and a cup of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright smile, she disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with her mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming mug, which she hands to me, before plumping down onto the couch beside me.
Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his drink before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs Alison to hand around the biscuits and with a flourish, the beautiful young girl presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of her blouse to gape open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts. The areola have just begun to darken and are pushed up into small half-spherical mounds the size of small plums.
I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows exactly where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one side, she conceals her lips from her parents' view and briefly puckers them. As she turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to hide a growing bulge and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with this forward young girl.
After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns to her seat beside me.As Cheryl, CJ, and I chat and sip our drinks, I notice Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head each time my gaze meets hers. Slowly, though, she becomes bolder, and a few minutes later, she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her empty cup on the coffee table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as she stares curiously at my face.
Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents and continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the corner of my eye. It seems that they too are watching her antics, their attention constantly switching between their youngest daughter and me.
Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her parents and disappears from my view. The conversation descends further and further into inanities as I follow her progress in her parents' eyes. They seem almost to be holding their breath as Rene's progress slows. A minute or so later, Alison utters loud protests as her little sister forces her way into the six-inch gap that separates her body from mine.
On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's looks relieved, and I turn my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my hip. She looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens as I grin back at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my long beard to waggle, and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches at it.
Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she was Sandy, and she snatches them back with a scared look. Reassured by my grin, she tries again, once more snatching her fingers back as my teeth meet with a clack an inch from the tips. She smiles tentatively and slowly extends her fingers, jerking them back as I bob my head. This goes on for a few moments longer, her smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder. Then, with a crow of triumph, her hand darts forwards, and she entangles her fingers in my beard, tugging gently.
I grimace theatrically, and she giggles delightedly. Then, as she tugs again and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look, she jerks her hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry hairs from my chin. Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst into tears.
Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and re-entangle it in my beard. Then, looking across at Cheryl, I say, "She's fine, at least SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."
Cheryl gives me a quizzical look, and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes to headbutt, and she isn't gentle. Your ears'll be ringing, and she'll still be giggling."
"Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look, and she nods.
"Uh, Greg?" CJ clears his throat.
I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"
"Would you do us a big favor?"
"Like what?"
"Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday," he replies.
My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"
Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other day, and he's in the hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after these two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel this weekend.
"CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come around there, so I told him to bring you around, and we'd see how Rene reacted to you. She's terribly shy, and we usually get my parents to look after them on our weekends."
I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the second time you said 'weekend.' You want me to look after your kids for the entire weekend?"
"Uh-huh," she replies, "Would you do it, please? We'll pay you, of course."
Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How much?" trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at having an obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.
"How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.
"I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends, anyway?"
"Well, it's like this," Cheryl explains. "CJ and I get on really well until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company, and then we start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to upset Alison, so CJ moved out before we became enemies. Then, on my birthday, CJ came over and all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with my parents, and the two of us spent an absolutely glorious weekend down at Lakes Entrance.
When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the same things happened all over again, and again CJ decided to leave. On his birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad, and I took him up to Echuca.
"After that, it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on our birthdays, and at Christmas, we'd take Alison and later Rene too, camping. Then, before the fighting started, we'd go our separate ways again. CJ often spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls. It sounds weird, but it works for us; the girls still have a father, and they never have to see us fighting."
"So where are you going this time?" I ask.
"On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray," CJ replies with a grin at Cheryl.
"You got the tickets!" she shrieks, springing from her chair to launch herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.
A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence, and I look down into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?" she asks.
"Would you like that?" I ask in return.
"Uh-huh," she replies, nodding gravely.
"What about you?" I look up at Alison.
"You bet," she grins, licking her lips.
Suddenly, Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get moving."
"Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time; we don't have to be there until seven."
"What about Greg?" she objects, "He'll have to get some clothes, and I have to put clean sheets on my bed."
"Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car, so I'm all right there. What about you, CJ? Do you need a lift to get your stuff?"
"No, we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn," he replies.
Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily scribbles away. As she writes, she says, "The kids can have fish and chips for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow. Can you manage sandwiches for their lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison likes Vita-Brits. Here's my mother's phone number and address, and the number for the hospital. CJ, get the number for the Echuca Police, just in case he has to get hold of us."
As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions. "Rene goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine-thirty, ten at the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before she goes to sleep and has nothing to drink after seven. She still wets the bed sometimes.
"Rene shouldn't give you any trouble, and Alison had better not, if she knows what's good for her."
As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right places, and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have a good time; we'll be fine."
Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for dinner, I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a whispered "Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games with Rene. Though she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse down the front of her shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite me with her legs crossed, giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton knickers.
Whenever Rene looks away, she drops her fingers into her lap and rubs at her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off to get something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her knickers to one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva. Still maintaining the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her other hand down and rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her sweet pussy lips.
She calmly releases the elastic as Rene clatters back into the room carrying a coloring book and her crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit at the coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get comfortable causing my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
Alison moves to kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just been between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting her to jerk it away. Instead, she holds it still, and my teeth close bare millimetres from the tip. I look into her eyes and am met by a challenging look. So, taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips and close them around the proffered finger, taking my first taste of her sweet pussy.
At the same time, Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got you. I'm better than you."
Alison and I exchange grins, and pulling her finger free of my lips, she agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."
Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a coloring book of her own and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over," she orders her little sister. Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she appropriates my left knee, forcing me to place a hand on each of their waists to support them. Pretending to lose her balance, she steadies herself, her hand falling into my lap directly on top of my still firm prick.
She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to be met by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns to the table and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little mermaid. Then, carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green, she pokes her tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to carefully color Ariel's tail.
Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my rescue. "Girls, we're going now, don't be pests, and mind what Greg tells you."The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member another exploratory feel as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb to my feet, pins and needles burning in my leg, and I limp over to where Alison and Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.
Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them take advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."
"Forget it, Cheryl," CJ says. "That's why he's so good with kids - he lets them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he doesn't let them get away with any shit."
"Okay, we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in unless Greg's with you. Okay?"
Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree to the restriction.
"The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them totally cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for the fish and chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning. We'll be back about ten Sunday night," Cheryl delivers final instructions and hands me a fifty-dollar note.
"Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.
"One each," Cheryl answers. "There should be enough there, if not I'll fix you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to the milkbar. Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her get anything too gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever he says."
She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls, and as she releases them, they move over to their father. He sweeps them up in his arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in their ears and slips a folded five-dollar note into their hands.
"Thanks, mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this," CJ says, slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it, rolling his eyes in the direction of Cheryl.
"Thank you, Greg," Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a hug. "Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed, and don't let Alison have more than two cones. The bong's over the stove."
CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah, she has that effect on me too."
The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car, and I stand with them at the end of the driveway as they wave until the car turns at the end of the street. I look down into their upturned faces and ask, "Okay, what do you want to do?""I can't get this knot undone."
I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled. As I move into the room, I get a good look at her little breasts. Just beginning to sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds, entirely covered by the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola. Surmounting them are her pea-sized nipples, which stand slightly stiffened by the cool late autumn air.
She thrusts these out at me proudly, and I start to think that this is a setup. When I kneel at her side and take the snarled strings from her, a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the original bow was tied, and the new knot contains so many loops that it could not possibly have formed accidentally.
I give her an accusing glance, and she responds by grinning down at me and letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the strings in my hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her beautiful pre-teen vulva less than eighteen inches from the tip of my nose. In form, it is a smooth, slightly plump mound, separated into two perfectly symmetrical halves by a fine, dark cleft. Three-quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet valley is her clitoris, a small pink nubbin the size of a pencil eraser.
"Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly flushed, grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off. Anyway, it'll be easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow on the other side, and I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped around her right leg and a complete view of her sweet pussy.
"I guess you might," I growl up at her, and her grin widens.
I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she draws her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of the damp, pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening, slightly darker flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a few seconds, and I become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.
As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and look down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it sorted out, and I hold her bottoms out to her.
Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a pose that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg slightly cocked, her left hand low on her hip, and the thumb and forefinger of the right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful," I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly, "Do you know that you're asking for trouble?"
"Uh-huh," she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're nice."
"Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told about strangers?" I ask.
"Of course, silly, but you're Daddy's friend," she replies.
"That doesn't mean anything," I tell her, "I might still be a bad man who does nasty things to little girls."
"Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty, I mean."
"No, I'm not," I say, "but you should be more careful, because I do want to do things with you."
"Would you stop if I asked you to?"
"Yes, I would," I reply.
"Then I want you to do things to me," she informs me.
Then, with a mercurial change of mood, she grins at me, "I'm a big girl now, see? I'm growing hair down here," she points at her bare vulva.
I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see any."
"Right here," she says, pointing to the very top of her crack. "You'll have to look closer."
I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy. Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible against her skin.
"Here," she says, grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I offer only token resistance as she draws my hand closer and presses my fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile mons.
She relaxes her grip on my wrist, and I lightly brush my fingers over her smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly stiffer hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to pull my hand away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful young pussy. With my heart beating like a triphammer, I run the sensitive tips of my fingers all over the plump bulge between her legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of her unblemished skin.
I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently probe lower down. Realizing my goal, she shifts her feet apart and allows my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers on the outside of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs, finding a slight hint of moisture. I then increase the pressure slightly and feel the soft folds of her little pussy open up around my middle finger.
She gives a gasp, and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I stop dead at this, and a few seconds later, her fingers relax. Taking this as a signal to continue, I press a little harder, moving my fingertip in tiny circles, until the tip of my finger presses against the entrance to her vagina.
Again, her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time, she pulls my hand upwards until my fingertip is clear of her vagina before she relaxes her grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and continue to explore the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I draw my fingers back and up, I feel her inner labia close on the sides of my fingertip, and I come into contact with the rigid knob of her fully extended clitoris.
"Stop!" she gasps, and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.
"Are you all right?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when I touch myself there?"
As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely from between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of flesh that now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally, I ask, "Are you ticklish?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.
"Well, can you tickle yourself?"
"Of course not," she replies.
"Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because your brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching your pussy is like a special kind of tickling, but because there are lots more nerves there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better when somebody else does it, because your brain doesn't already know what's going to happen."
"Oh, I get it," she says, smiling. "You can touch me again if you want to."
"Later," I say, picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth up between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes looking for us."
She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the strings and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top, which is on her bed, and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"
"I think you'd better," I say, and she ducks her head for me. I slip the loop at the top behind her neck and tie the strap across her back.
Turning back to me, she presents her half-covered breasts to me, saying, "You fix it."
I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick the stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her lips, then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to my feet.
I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock outrage. "Come on, you, let's go."
In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the television, totally engrossed in her 'Ponies,' as every few seconds, her hand dips into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow that I throw over her body as I move to stand behind her causes her to look up and ask, "What took you?"
"My bathers got all tangled," Alison explains.
"Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.
"Sure thing," I reply. "Come on."
Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.
"Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks, "Remember what happened last time."
Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."
As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"
"The water turned pink," Alison chortles, "Mum puts stuff in the water that turns pink if you piddle in it."
"Oh," I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."
I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door open, her bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They fell off."
"Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.
Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she finishes, she hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers. "Here, help me put them on," she says, holding them out to me.
I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her, "Here, dry off first."
She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand, "Huh?"
I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack after you have a piddle. That way, there won't be any pink in the water."
"Oh," she says, "Put my bathers on."
I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I pull the shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch pulled right up between her pussy lips, and she avoids looking me in the eye.
Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip of cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull it free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses against it, and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the pretence of ensuring the correct fit of her bathers, I run my finger back and forth a few more times before withdrawing it.
"Okay, off you go," I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze and pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet.She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed as I close it. I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften enough for me to urinate. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes me stroke my hand up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff, pointing away from my body at a forty-five-degree angle.
I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge, and leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door and almost trip over Rene, who is still waiting outside. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra-encased cock, practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn her around, her head swiveling on her shoulders until it hurts me just to look at the way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand on top of her head and twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her ahead of me, we walk through to the conservatory, where Alison is already luxuriating in the spa.
As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step to the side, and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze fastens on my crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by the door and walk towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock as I pace across the deck and step down into the gently steaming water, not leaving it until it disappears beneath the surface, whereupon she looks up into my face. I meet her gaze and hold it until she blushes and lowers it to minutely examine the bubbling surface of the water.
Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom, with the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and lowers herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as she proceeds to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back against my rigid member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison throws her little sister a venomous look.
When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears beneath the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides from my lap. Alison leaps from the water in front of me, and as Rene rises from the water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends her territory by splashing her little sister.
Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister, swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of Alison's bikini, and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps tears free of the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.
Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then falls on the damage done to her sister's bathers, and the tears begin to flow freely.
"I'm s-s-sorry," she sobs.
I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding her tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth, making soothing noises as I caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right," I say, "I can fix it."
"You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.
"Uh-huh," I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you got your wish. You might as well get rid of that."
"Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I just send you to bed right now?"
"We'll be good," Alison says, and Rene nods vigorously as she wriggles from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing towards me. Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around Rene's shoulder, pulling her in close, saying, "It's all right, it was getting too small anyway."
Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds later, she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."
We all laugh at this, and all is forgiven.
Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind, and I straighten my legs, causing the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water. They rise sputtering, and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him," she cries, and they leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and burrowing for my armpits.
I let them win the assault, and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I sit on the bottom and wait to see what they will do.
After a few seconds, I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath my arms, and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my body limp. Grunting, Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it, pulling me up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip, I pretend to slip back towards the water.
I do this a couple more times, until Rene loses control and bursts out laughing. At this point, Alison realizes that she's been had and shoves me from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface and leap from the water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me, and I stagger as she locks her legs around my waist and her hands about my throat.
She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying "You, you, you, oooghh."
I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she loses her grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober into her belly button, causing her to giggle and thrash uncontrollably. Accidentally, done a purpose, I land a few near and on her pert little titties, and she gasps and stiffens in my hands.
Finally, I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn, little girl," I say as I lift her lycra-covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even louder, and her giggles are most satisfactory.
Keeping hold of her, I return to my seat, blowing into her belly button each time she falls silent. Eventually, though, her breathing becomes labored, and I desist, lowering her to my knee.
Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a minute or so, she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my first movement. Then, having decided that no further attack is forthcoming, she cuddles up to my side.
She starts as I move my arm, then realizing that I'm just going to put it around her shoulders, she leans forwards, and I slip it behind her so that my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest her head on my shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my side. A few seconds later, she loosens the tie on her bottoms and twists until my hand cups her bare bottom.
She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around her finger as she says, "I'm glad you're looking after us instead of Grandma and Grandpa."
"Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in my lap to rest her head on my other shoulder, and I support her with my hand behind her knees.
For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene lifts her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look, I've got witches hands," she says, waving the wrinkled extremity under my nose.
"Well, we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs," I joke, tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I continue, "it's time you started getting ready for bed."
"Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.
"You have to," I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven. By the time you've had your bath, it'll be your bedtime."
"I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."
"You still have to wash the chlorine off," I say. "Come on, let's go."
I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene on my hip. "You too," I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene. Alison reties her bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to catch up.
I grab my robe, and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll just rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way, we can throw them in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."
In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze into the cubicle together and quickly rinse off.
When we're done, I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth and give me your bathers, then go and get your nighties and a hairbrush. We'll dry off properly in front of the fire."
With a wicked grin, Alison tugs at the bows holding her bathers on and hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the basin and picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit less naughty than her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her bathers and handing them to me. When they finish their teeth, they scurry off to their rooms, pausing in the doorway to wiggle their bare white bottoms at me. While they are gone, I take the opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel myself dry, and slip on my robe. Then, figuring on a complete exchange of oral fauna later in the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before wringing out our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on my way through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the lounge.
Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before the wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror their disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I don't want her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.
I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between my legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as I can from her hair. Alison hands me the brush, and I carefully work the tangles from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and shiny, and most of the moisture is gone.
I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off to watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime.Alison then slipped between my knees and wriggled backwards until her bum pressed against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaked in surprise and wriggled harder against it, causing it to begin to rise.
Taking up the towel, I dried her hair and then dropped it into my lap. Picking up the brush, I went to work on her slightly longer tresses, carefully working the brush through them until her hair shone brightly. When I lifted her from the chair, she quickly turned to get a glimpse of my cock, but the towel in my lap concealed it, and before she could get any ideas about snatching it away, I pulled my robe straight and rose from the chair.
By this time it was after eight o'clock, so I told her, "You get your nightie on while I put Rene to bed."
I stopped 'Ponies' and lifted Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the toilet. Again, she left the door open, and this time she tucked the hem of her nightie under her chin and sort of curled up, looking between her widespread legs as she concentrated on expelling the piss from her body. It took her a few seconds to get it flowing, but when she did, it flowed in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between her legs to fall hissing into the bowl.
When she finished, she grabbed a wad of paper and dried off, before lifting her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hopped to the floor, pushed the button, and held her arms for me to lift her. I carried her to her bedroom and, supporting her against my shoulder, with one hand cupping her bare little bottom beneath her nightie, I pulled back the covers. When I lowered her to the bed, she wriggled downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal her plump little pussy and outie belly button in the process. Unable to resist, I stooped and wrapped my lips around it, blowing a zoober and making her giggle and squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blew another zoober at the top of her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the covers up under her chin.
I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three sisters were changed into rock to protect them from a bunyip. But the witch doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic shinbone, and that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters came to be. By the time I was finished, she was almost asleep, but when I turned back from putting the book away, she held her arms out to me and had her lips pursed. I gave her a hug and a kiss goodnight and tucked her in. I started to pull the door closed but left it open when she asked me to.
Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.
On my way back to the lounge, I retrieved a baggie given to me and a couple of cigarettes. I then collected the bong, scissors, and a small bowl from the kitchen and walked through into the lounge, where I found Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley Hills 90210.
I made appropriate gagging noises as I took a seat on the couch, and she turned to look at me. When she saw what I was holding, her eyes lit up, and I decided to have a little fun at her expense.
I dried the cigarettes, quickly mulled up and packed a cone, then made a real production of enjoying it. I looked directly into her eyes as I packed the second cone. I waited for her to start moving towards me and quickly smoked it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.
Then I packed the next pipe and placed it on the coffee table, waiting to see what she would do. For a few minutes, her attention wavered between the bong and the TV until she finally worked up the courage to ask, "Can I have a pipe please?"
"You!" I pretended to be shocked, "You're too young."
"No, I'm not," she protested, "Mum lets me."
"I don't believe you," I scoffed.
"But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at home."
"Why would she say something like that?" I asked.
"Because she found some in my bag once," Alison explained. "She said I could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never to get it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes put really bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so they can get them hooked and make them do whatever they want."
"Okay," I said, "you can have one cone."
"But Mum lets me have three," she objected mendaciously.
I raised my eyebrow and slowly reached for the bong on the table.
She hastily corrected herself, saying, "I mean two."
"That's better," I said, leaning back into my seat.
"It was worth a try," she grinned, then gave me a direct stare, "Hey, you knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"
"Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a good reason why. No matter what your mum said," I explained.
"Oh, why?"
"Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit they hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are a lot worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"
"No," she answered, moving around the coffee table and sitting down beside me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the stuff I had to the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really mad at the school because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff to kids. They had to get the cops in and everything. The teacher was doing it because he liked to... oops," she covered her mouth.
"It's okay, I've heard the word before, go on."
"He used it to get little girls to... with him."
"Does your dad know about it?"
"Uh-uh," she shook her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when he found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would have killed him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them to. I know it was silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said it was okay. But really, she was already hooked, and the teacher made her to give it to me, because he wanted me too."
"Okay, that explains why your mum would let you smoke grass, but why on earth did you take such a big risk with me after a scare like that?" I asked incredulously.
"Promise you won't get mad."
"Get mad? Why would I get mad?"
"Promise," she repeated.
"Okay, I promise," I said.
"That's good," she said with a relieved sigh, "It's not me you'd get mad at. You see, Jenny's a really good friend of mine," she said as if that explained it all.
"So?"
"Jenny Gormley," she said, naming one of my young lovers, and it clicked.
"Oh! And she told you about me, I suppose?"
"Uh-huh," Alison nodded. "But it's not really her fault. We were playing with our hairbrushes," Alison blushed. "You know, down there. And just after she had a... she said a man felt even better.
"She didn't want to tell me about you, but I kept on asking her until she told me. She made me promise not to tell anybody, because you weren't like that teacher. She said you always asked her before you did anything. And then I heard Daddy talking to Mum about you last night and hoped you were the same person Jenny knew."
"How did you know I was?" I asked.
"Because she has a picture of you and she showed it to me," Alison replied, then asked, "Will you teach me like you taught her? I won't tell Mama or Daddy."
"Are you sure?" I asked, "It's a big step."
"Uh-huh," She replied emphatically, "Jenny says you make her feel really good and it won't even hurt the first time because I've already done it with a hairbrush."
"Okay, I'll teach you," I said, "Now do you want this pipe or not?"
"Goody!" she yelped. "Of course I want it. Give me the lighter."
I handed her the lighter, and she lifted the bong to her lips. It took her three attempts to finish it, but she didn't cough. Instead of blowing out the last lung full of smoke, she carefully set the bong down, straddled my lap, and pressing her lips to mine, she forced the smoke into my lungs. Pulling back, she grinned at me and said, "Mama and Daddy do that all the time."
"I like it," I grinned back at her, "Do you want me to do it to you?"
"Does it count as my second pipe?" she asked.
"Probably, but I won't tell if you don't," I grinned, "But only one."
With the flexibility of youth, she twisted in my lap and packed the cone from the bowl on the table, then presented it and the lighter to me. I took it from her and smoked it. While I held my breath, she took the bong from me and put it back on the table.
Turning back to me, she tilted her head to one side and pulled my lips to hers. I pushed the smoke into her lungs, accidentally blowing the last of it into her face when she pulled back. Giggling, she said, "That feels really weird, but I like it."
She started to turn back to the table, but I stopped her, saying, "That's enough for now. How do you feel?"
"Great," she replied, "Really, really happy."
"Good," I said, "Can I have a kiss?"
"We already did," she giggled.
"I mean a proper one," I said, digging my fingers into her ribs.
"No!" she shrieked, giggling and squirming in my lap.
"What? No kiss?" I deliberately misunderstood her, so I could punish her with further assaults on her ribs.
"Yes, no, don't!" she squealed, trying to pull my probing fingers from her ribs.
I gave her a few last digs and stopped, grinning at her crimson face as she gasped for breath. A moment later, she gasped again and gently rolled her hips. I felt her bare pussy move against my equally bare cock, causing it to instantly spring to attention and press upwards between her labia and buttocks.
Her look became one, composed of excitement, curiosity, arousal, and a little fear. Experimentally, she rocked back and forth and giggled, "Oh wow, your thingy feels funny."
"My what?" I asked, being deliberately obtuse.
"Your thingy. You know, down there," She blushed, pointing vaguely between her legs.
"What?"
"Your dickie," she blushed furiously, turning her head aside.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, "That sounds like something Rene would say."
Still red-faced, she looked me in the eye and said defiantly, "Your cock then.""How about penis, or dick?" finishing with, "Rene says doodle anyway."
"Or prick, or rod, or dong, or a lot of other things," I say. "They're just words. It's when and how you say them that matters."
"Okay, your COCK feels real funny against my CUNT," she says and gets a case of the giggles.
"Yeah, well, your CUNT is hurting my COCK, it's not supposed to point at my feet when it's like this."
She seems to find this hilariously funny too, but her giggles stop abruptly when I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly lift her upwards. As I lift her, my cock straightens, the head sliding down the crease of her buttocks. A scared look comes into her eyes as the tip lodges against the rear of her pussy lips, outside the entrance to her vagina.
When I lift her high enough for the tip of my cock to slip free, she breathes a sigh of relief. After I lower her back down, so that her pussy lips press against the underside of the shaft, she giggles and says, "That was silly, I want you to do it, but I'm scared too."
"That isn't silly at all," I reassure her. "It's perfectly understandable. It's probably one of the most important things that happens in your life and you don't want to mess it up. Right?"
"Uh-huh," she says, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight, "you understand."
I hug her back and flex my cock at the same time. She squeals as it moves under her, and wriggles her hips. "Oh wow," she whispers, "that feels even better, it's rubbing against my tingle bump."
"Your what?" I ask.
"My tingle bump," she repeats, "you know the bump at the top of my crack. I call it my tingle bump because it tingles when I rub it. I don't know what else it's called."
"It's called a clitoris or clit for short," I say.
"Oh! Well, it feels really good," she says, and starts rocking her hips and dragging her clit back and forth along the underside of my cock. Within a few seconds, the movements become smoother, as her vaginal secretions start to coat my rigid shaft.
As things become more slippery, I pull her hips higher with each rock of her pelvis, until the crown of my cock rubs from her vaginal entrance to her stiff clit. I slide my hands up her sides and start rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her tiny tits through the soft knitted cotton of her nightie. Her face takes on a dreamy expression and her head rolls on her shoulders in time with the motions of her hips. Eyes closed, she moans almost inaudibly with pleasure. Under my thumbs her nipples become rock hard little knobs on top of the firm resilient domes of her budding breasts.
Her breathing quickens, then catches, as I bring my forefingers up beside my thumbs and catch her nipples between them, gently pinching and rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh back and forth. Leaning forwards, I nuzzle the side of her neck, pressing my lips against her soft flawless skin. She shivers and groans at the contact and the movements of her hips become jerky and uncoordinated.
Opening my mouth, I gently bite down on the soft roll of flesh where her neck joins her shoulder and pinch her nipples harder between thumb and forefinger.
Abruptly her hips stop dead and I feel a sudden increase in warmth and dampness in my lap as she cums with a shuddering groan. A few moments later her entire body relaxes and I pull her close to me, gently stroking her back, running my hands from the crown of her head to the soft curve of her buttocks.
"Mmmmm," Alison murmurs, snuggling into my chest and kissing it, "that's nice."
"I press my lips to the top of her head and ask quietly, "Was that a good one?"
"Uh-huh." She tilts her head up and kisses me softly, "The best I ever had." A sudden gleam enters her eye and she grins, "You know, I haven't even seen it yet, except inside your bathers."
"Well that's easy fixed," I grin back. "Go ahead and look."
She lifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes herself upright. She then takes hold of the hem of her nightie and pulls it up, securing it under her chin. "Oh wow," she cries, looking down, "it's huge. Will it really fit inside me?" She gives a little giggle, "I sure made it wet, didn't I."
She starts to reach down to touch it and I can't resist saying, "You look with your eyes not your fingers."
She snatches her hand back, and looks up at me, letting her nightie fall to bunch about her waist. She sees my grin and thumps my arm.
"You can touch it," I laugh.
She starts to pull her nightie up under her chin and then, deciding that it will keep getting in the way, she pulls it off over her head and tosses it over the arm of the couch. She then tugs on the belt of my robe and lifts first her right knee and then her left, as she folds it back to either side, baring the front of my body.
Her fingers lightly trail over my chest, tracing the lines of my collar bones and ribs. She plays with my nipples for a few moments, giggling as they harden under her touch. "Your boobs get hard too," she says wonderingly.
"Yeah, my nipples get hard, just like yours," I say. "We've both got all of the same sort of things, they're just arranged differently. Your clit is a lot like the end of my cock and the rest is the same too, just turned inside out."
"That makes sense I guess," she says as she trails her fingers lower. The glint in her eye warns me, but I have no time to react before her fingers dig into my sides. As I laugh, my legs shoot out straight and she begins to slip towards the floor, forcing her to stop and grab hold of my robe.
"That's for tickling me," she declares.
I pull my feet back to give her a more secure seat and she continues her exploration, giving me one last retaliatory poke, right in the belly button, before she brushes her hands over the head of my rigid prick. I make it jump at her touch and she jerks her hand back with a giggle. She pokes at it with a finger and I make it jump again. Again she giggles and draws back.
"Go on, it won't bite," I encourage her.
She slips backwards off my knees, pushes them apart and kneels on the floor between them. With her face only inches from my groin, she closes her hand over my glans and squeezes it. "It's not as hard as I thought," she says. "It's hot though."
She then slides her hand down to wrap about the shaft. "Oh, that's harder," she giggles.
I close my hand over hers and show her how to masturbate me. "Oooh, the skin moves," she cries in wonder, "Does that feel good?"
"Uh-huh," I say, "But you'd better stop or I'm going to cum."
"What's cum?" she asks.
"Have an orgasm and feel really good like you did," I answer her.
"Men squirt stuff out of the end, don't they?"
"Yes, we squirt out a slippery white fluid called semen."
"I thought it was called sperm," she says, "I want to see it."
"Sometimes people call it sperm, but they're really the little cells in semen that join with a girl's egg to make babies."
"Girls don't have eggs," she objects.
"Not like a chicken," I laugh, "Human eggs are tiny, because they get fed by the mother while the baby grows inside her. Bird's eggs have to have enough food to last until the baby is ready to come out of the shell."
"And there has to be enough room for the baby bird too," she says.
"Of course, that too," I say.
"So if you squirted your sperm, uh semen, in me I'd have a baby? I don't want a baby yet. Is Jenny going to have a baby?" she asks in a worried tone.
"No," I laugh, "Jenny's not going to have a baby. It doesn't happen every time, besides she's too young to have a baby, she's not menstruating yet."
"What's that?"
"When a girl gets old enough, her body begins making eggs and her womb gets ready to feed it by growing a special lining. If an egg doesn't join with a sperm, the body flushes it out with the old lining and she bleeds from her vagina. This happens every four weeks or so, until she's about fifty, unless there's a baby growing inside her."
"Oh, periods. Mom told me about them. I don't get them yet, but Mama says I will soon, because my boobs are growing."
"Well you can't have a baby then," I tell her.
"That's good, because I want to see what it's like to do it, uh fuck," she grins self-consciously. "Can I see your stuff, uh semen, now?" She asks eagerly.
"Yeah, you can see my stuff," I agree.
She immediately begins rapidly stroking her small hand up and down my shaft, her enthusiasm causing me to wince in pain and grasp her wrist. "Slow down," I say, "Take it easy."
"Sorry."
"Here, you do it like this." I close my hand over hers again and show her the pace and length of stroke that I like. Taking her other hand I cup my balls with it and say, "Gently roll these around in their sack, that'll help me make more cum, but be very careful, because they're very sensitive. When I'm nearly cumming, they will lift up next to the bottom of my cock. When that happens you can speed up a little bit or you can stop and wait for them to get loose again. The longer it takes to cum, the better it feels and you'll get a bigger load of semen too."
She gently rolls my balls around and asks wonderingly, "What are they?"
"They're my testicles, or balls, or nuts," I explain, "They make my sperm."
"You mean semen, don't you?" she asks, thinking she's caught me out.
"Uh-uh," I reply, "they only make the sperm, which gets mixed with some slippery goo inside my body and then it's called semen."
"Oh!" she says as she puts my instructions into practice and goes to work on my tumescent penis, sliding her hand up and down my shaft and carefully fondling my balls. Every now and then she starts to pull on my balls as she loses her rhythm and she takes on a look of intense concentration, as if she was trying to rub her tummy and pat her head at the same time.
In a short while she becomes more practiced and I continue my instructions. "Okay..."The purple knob on the end is very sensitive too, especially the wrinkled bit here," I point out the area under my urethra. "Get your fingers wet and slippery and rub it gently with them."
"How do I make them slippery?" she asks.
"You can use your spit or pussy juices," I tell her.
Opting for pussy juices, she takes her hand off my balls and dips it down below the level of the couch, returning with glistening fingertips. Her other hand is still, as she transfers the moisture to the crown of my cock and goes back for more. Then, realizing that she has stopped moving her hand on my cock, she resumes her stroking. At the same time, she rubs the slippery tips of her fingers in circles on the tip of my cock, brushing her thumb back and forth over the frenulum.
She looks up into my face as I groan, grinning a shit-eating grin in response to my reassuring smile. "Am I doing it right?" she asks.
"Just perfect," I reply softly, "Just perfect."
The top of her head threatens to separate from the rest of her as her grin widens. Suddenly, it disappears as she misses the beat, and I wince as she pinches my foreskin between her thumbs. Returning her concentration to the job in hand, she decides that my balls have been neglected long enough and abandons my glans to give them some more attention.
Less than a minute later, I am groaning continuously and involuntarily thrusting my hips up from the couch, fucking her tight little fist. My balls are hot and heavy in the palm of her hand as she moves it in small circles, gently massaging them. Somehow or other, I manage to grunt, "Gonna cum," through the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over my body.
I choke back a shriek that threatens to burst from my throat, as the first searing pulse of white-hot semen boils from my balls and erupts in a creamy fountain from my angry purple knob. It rises a good eighteen inches and falls with a wet slap, coating Alison's small fist and my balls. Again, my body spasms, and another scalding geyser of seminal fluid splashes onto my belly.
Again and again, the powerful, undeniable convulsions wrack my frame, forcing jet after jet of lava-hot come through my throbbing shaft. Even after my aching balls run dry, the spasms continue, slowly dying away.
Finally, I seize Alison's wrist to stop her hand, as its movements are now painful to my hypersensitive glans. As soon as I take hold of her, she looks up at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry I didn't make it last longer, I really wanted to see what it was like." Adding earnestly, "I'll make it better next time."
"Ach..." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "Alison," I say, reaching down to gently brush the back of my hand against her soft cheek, "if you make it much better, I'll die a happy man."
"Really?" she squeals, her face brightening, "I did it good?"
"You 'did it' great."
She beams at my praise and leans into my knuckles. Like a cat, she rubs against the back of my hand, her eyes closed, the contented hum in her throat almost a purr. She reaches up to press her hand against mine and becomes aware of the cum that coats it.
Looking up at me with a question in her eyes, she says, "Jenny says she eats it. She says it tastes good."
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I encourage her.
Visibly steeling herself, she barely touches the tip of her tongue to a glistening droplet and withdraws it into her mouth. A moment later, she tries again, this time collecting a fairly decent gob. Even before her tongue disappears between her lips, a delighted smile appears, and her tongue darts back out to eagerly lap at her hand. When her hand is clean, she dips her head to the creamy strands that adorn my thighs, and a moment later, I feel her tongue on my balls. In her hunt for more of what she so obviously likes, she bypasses my cock to lap at the pearly rivulet that descends from my navel.
She then sits back on her heels, and I hear her muttering to herself, "Jenny says she does it, I can do it too." A moment later, she takes my flaccid member between her fingertips and engulfs it in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. With a lingering slurp, she draws back, the tip of her tongue against the underside stripping a last dribble of semen from the shaft.
"I did it," she squeals, half in wonder, "I really did it. And I'm gonna suck it ALL out next time."
"You missed a bit," I grin, pointing at the gooey strands festooning my pubes.
"No way!" her face screws up in disgust, "That's too gross."
I have to smile at her values; sucking semen from my cock is fine, licking it out of the surrounding hair is not. She returns my smile crookedly, protesting, "Well, it is."
"I didn't say a word," I say, my smile broadening.
"You didn't have to," she returns.
"Well, if you aren't going to clean it up," I say, "will you pass me a towel, so I can?"
"O.K.," she chirps cheerfully and presents me with a charming view of her still boyish buttocks and the shining, puffy lips of her sweet pussy, as she crawls across the room. My cock twitches at the sight, but she has left me too drained to respond in the fashion that her delightful display deserves.
When she rises and turns back to me, she coquettishly hides her charms behind the towel, holding it in front of her body as she smiles seductively at me over the upper edge. She comes to a halt just out of reach and treats me to brief, tantalizing glimpses of her glistening mons.
I snatch at the towel, but she dances back grinning and resumes flashing her pussy at me. Then, with a final flash of her creamy white buns, she darts past me into the kitchen. Poking her head back through the door, she points at the coffee table, saying, "Bring that," and disappears.
Chapter 5 - Hot Tub Fun.
Smiling, I gather up the bong and bowl and follow her through the kitchen to the conservatory. She is already in the roiling water, and her eyes follow my bobbing, dangling member as I approach. I set the bong down and shuck off my robe, dropping it on top of her discarded towel.
I then step into the water and take a seat opposite her. She watches me through the rising steam, and as soon as I pick up and pack the bong, she scoots around to sit beside me. Watching as I light up and pull the sweet, intoxicating smoke deep into my lungs. Holding the smoke in, I sit back and pack her last pipe for the evening. Finally, my vision starts to go, and I'm forced to breathe out.
Alison watches, fascinated, as my breath whooshes out, without a trace of smoke showing. "How did you do that?" she asks.
"Do what?" I return, my head spinning.
"Not blow any smoke," she says accusingly.
"I didn't want to," I reply in the most aggravating tone I can conjure.
"Well, give me that," she cries, snatching the bong from my hand. "I want to try."
'This should be interesting,' I think to myself, grinning.
"Light it for me," she orders, "my hands are wet."
"Yes, miss," I acquiesce subserviently, "Right away, miss."
Alison snorts into the bong and pulls a few puffs from the cone. "Don't do that!" she cries. "Now pack me another one."
"Yes, miss," I take the bong from her with downcast eyes.
"Stop it," she giggles.
"Stop what, miss?" I ask as I pack the bong.
"STOP CALLING ME MISS," she all but yells.
"Of course..." I say, "...mistress."
"Stop it!" she giggles, punching me in the arm. "Now give me that."
I hand her the bong, pick up the lighter, and wait for her to take a few deep breaths as she gets her giggles under control. When she nods and puts her lips to the mouthpiece, I light it for her. Now it is my turn to be surprised. I watch her pull on the bong until the cone empties and air whistles down the stem.
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. As I look back, she emits a couple of tiny snorts, and tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, but, somehow or other, she keeps the smoke in her lungs. I take the bong from her and set it aside. Finally, she releases her breath explosively. Grinning tightly, she dashes the tears from her eyes and lowers her head into her hands.
"Oh wow!" she moans, "My head's really spinning. I did it, but I don't know if I want to try again."
"Well, you're not going to get the chance tonight," I tell her, "You've had more than enough. Are you all right?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, then groans, "Ooooh, that makes me dizzy."
"Here," I say, and pull her into my lap, where she curls up and rests her head on my shoulder. I cup her bottom in my hand and gently run my fingertips along the length of her pouting pussy lips.
"Mmm, that's nice," she murmurs, snuggling closer.
Under my light touch, I feel her vulva begin to swell, and her breathing quickens. I lay my finger along the length of the tight split between her labia and press inwards; they give way before me and clasp my finger in their sweet, slick, warm embrace.
Alison moans softly, deep in her throat, and pushes back against my hand, "Mmmm, yesss," she murmurs, kissing my chest, "Tickle my pussy. Make me feel good again."
"Yes, mistress," I whisper, and feel, more than hear, her soft giggle. I gently trace the lines of her inner labia within the pliable folds of her maturing pussy, brushing my fingertip over the pebbly hardness of her clit, nestled at the top of her precious little slit. Back along the length of her vulva, I trace, carefully skirting the tight entrance to her vagina, I lightly tickle her perineum, causing her to wriggle.
Back and forth along the sweet, slick length of her beautiful pussy, I drag my finger, while she makes happy little noises and squirms contentedly. Once, as my finger passes near her vagina, one of her wriggles causes the tip to slip inside, and she stops dead. But as I carefully begin to extract it, she stops me and says, "No, it's all right, you can put your finger in me.""You sure?" I whisper into her hair.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "I was just testing you before."
"Really, why?" I ask.
"I wanted to make sure you were as nice as Jenny said you were," she replies.
"Oh!" I remain still as I digest this.
"Well, hurry up and stick it in," she interrupts my thoughts and wriggles against my hand. "Oooh!"
"Oh, you like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles, teasing her with just the very tip.
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Are you sure?" I tease her, changing the direction of the rotation.
"Yes, I'm sure," she hisses, "Now put it in properly."
"Really, REALLY sure?" I tease and flick another finger across the tip of her clit.
"YES!" she cries in frustration, then moans a long drawn out, "Nooo!" as I pull my finger completely free of her vagina. "Put it back," she pleads, almost whimpering, "Please, put it back. I really want it. I need it."
I tease the soft skin of her perineum, from her tightly clenched anal pucker to the back of her heated, swollen labia for a few more seconds, enjoying her frustrated moans and wriggles as she tries to trap my questing digit. I catch her hand as she tries to grab my wrist and guide me into her. Then after a few more seconds of teasing to heighten her anticipation, I insinuate my fingertip between her enlarged labia and slowly slide it home, into a heated, glove-like sheath that opens before me and clasps my intruding finger in an unbelievably tight embrace.
"Yes!" She hisses, "Oh, yes! That feels so good. Move it in and out. Fuck me with your finger."
As I start sliding my finger in and out, she hisses again, and again, "Yes, Yes, Oh, yes! So good."
Releasing her trapped hand, I slide my other hand down over her gently undulating belly and insinuate it between her slim thighs, brushing the side of my forefinger across the tip of her distended clit. "Again!" she squeaks, "Do it again."
She pulls her upper leg up to her chest, giving me plenty of room, between her legs. Turning my hand to cup her bulging mound, I rub my palm in small circles over her engorged clitoris, drawing further squeaks and moans of excitement from her barely pubescent frame.
A new idea strikes me and I completely withdraw my finger from her clasping sheath. "Nooo!" she moans, "Put it back. I want to cum so bad." Then, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" as I slide the index finger of my other hand into her young box.
At the same time, I circle the crinkled pucker of her little anus. Back and forth, my hands shuttle between her legs, swapping fingers with each gentle thrust into her body, Alternately teasing her clit and her bum hole. "Oh Yes! God yes!" she squeaks, "Faster, do it faster."
I comply with her wishes and soon my hands are flying back and forth between her quivering thighs, until a particularly violent wriggle on her part causes me to push the finger of one hand into her vagina before the other is out of the way.
She tenses at the added intrusion and I stop dead, with the middle finger of each hand half buried in her tight little twat, scared that I've hurt her. "No," she gasps, "don't stop! Push 'em right in."
I try to do so, but the rest of my fingers become entangled in each other. I pull my finger out and she cries, "No, put them back. Oh!" she squeaks as I replace them with the first two fingers of my right hand, driving them home to the last knuckle as I caress her clit with the ball of my thumb.
"Oh yes!" she squeals ecstatically, "fuck my pussy with your fingers. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck," she babbles obscenities in time with the thrusts of my fingers into her body. With the fingers of my left hand, I begin circling her tightly clenched anal sphincter, teasing her as I plunge the fingers of my other hand in and out of her creaming cunt.
"Eeeek!" she squeals shrilly. "What are you doing?" she asks as her anus relaxes under my orbiting finger and opens to accept the tip.
"Relax," I soothe her, still teasing her clit, but keeping the rest of my fingers still, "you're going to love this."
"But it's dirty," she objects.
"Very nasty," I agree, "but it's going to drive you wild."
"Does Jenny like it?" she asks.
"She loves it," I say.
"Well, OK," she agrees timorously, "But you've got to stop if I tell you to."
"Of course," I agree and gently work my fingers back and forth, not actually moving them, just encouraging the tightly clenched rings of muscle to relax.
Her vagina is the first to ease up and she releases a drawn out sigh of satisfaction as my fingers slide home within its sweet, rubbery confines. Gradually, as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her tight vaginal sheath, I feel her anus relax and the first knuckle of my finger slips, with a rush, into the warm, buttery confines of her rectal passage.
She squeals at the sudden intrusion and I stop as I ask, "Are you OK? Does it feel all right?"
"It feels funny," she answers, "sort of like I need to poo, but it feels good too."
"It gets better," I tell her and continue.
A few seconds later, she has taken my entire finger into the buttery depths of her bowels and is rocking her hips back and forth, forcing herself harder onto my fingers as I plunge them alternately into her holes. "Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!" she yelps excitedly, "Fuck my bum, fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me!" Her voice rises in pitch and she cries, "Oh, Oh God, it's, it's happening, I'm gonna cum. I'm, I'm, I'm, ... Ohhh, I'm cum...aieeeemrmff."
Her voice mounts to a shrill scream that she muffles by turning her face into my chest, as I drive my finger into her tightly clenched rear passage and she cums. Her exquisitely tight little vagina and anus become even tighter, as they clamp down on my deeply buried fingers, clenching and relaxing rhythmically, again and again, as she shudders through the most intense experience of her young life.
Slowly her tremors subside, reduced to occasional twitches and shivers. She draws a shuddering breath and her forehead bangs against my chest twice before she finds the strength to lift her head and look up into my eyes. Blinking away the tears of reaction, she licks her lips and whispers, "It never ever felt that good before, thank you."
"You're welcome," I whisper back, "Do you want it to feel even better?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "No way!" she cries, "It couldn't get any better than THAT! I'd die." A sudden smirk flashes onto her face, "But you're right, I'd die happy."
"Well, you don't quite die," I grin back, "but I have made Jenny pass out a few times. Wanna give it a go?"
"Maybe," she grins up at me, "Can I do it to you?"
"You can try," I say, "but it's a lot harder to do it to a man."
"How come?"
"I guess it's because a girl can have lots of orgasms straight after each other," I explain, "Most men can only have one orgasm at a time. So to do it to a man, you have to make it really good."
"Why do girls get lots?"
"Probably because a man doesn't have to carry something as big and heavy as a bowling ball around inside his belly for months and then squeeze it out through a hole this big," I hold up my circled thumb and forefinger by way of demonstration. She giggles at my explanation and I continue, "A girl gets more and better orgasms to make up for it."
"So how do I make it really good for you?" she asks with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"By nearly making me cum and stopping and then doing it again and again."
"Uh-huh," she nods her understanding, "like you told me in the lounge."
"Just like that," I agree.
"Can I do it now?"
"Not tonight, honey," I say and her face falls. "It would take too long and you've got to go to bed pretty soon."
"Do I have to," she protests, "Mum won't know."
"But I will," I say, "I promised your mama you'd be in bed by nine-thirty."
"Ten," she automatically corrects me.
"OK, ten," I say.
"But I want to suck your cock like Jenny does and let you squirt in my mouth and I want you to fuck me too."
"Well, you'll have to make up your mind there," I say with a grin, "I can only cum once more before your bedtime. What's it going to be, fuck or suck?"
"Both!" She giggles a little self-consciously, "Uh, Jenny says you do something to her sometimes," her voice tapers off into silence.
"Like what?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but enjoying her mental squirming.
"Um, she says you lick her pussy," she says.
"I think I can manage that," I grin, "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yeah, you can get your finger out of my bum," she giggles, "I want to pee."
I pull my fingers free of her sweet pussy and tight little anus and help her from the water. Taking up the towel, I wrap it around her slim body and briskly rub her dry.
Chapter 6 - 'Golden' Shower Time.
"How do I turn off the spa?" I ask.
Alison reaches down to the controls and kills the blower and says "We'll just cover it up and leave the heater on so it's ready for tomorrow."
She then helps me spread an insulating cover over the water and we gather up Rene's clothes, my robe and the bong. She pouts when I put the bong and bowl away. I follow her through the laundry and into the toilet, dumping Rene's clothes along the way.
Alison stands in front of the toilet and when I make no move to continue through to the bathroom, she asks, "Do you want to watch me pee?"
"If you'll let me," I reply.
"That's rude," she giggles and sits on the pot, spreading her legs wide.
"Hang on," I say and kneel down on the tiled floor in front of her. I guide her into a slightly hunched position at the back of the seat, with her pelvis tilted upwards. Using my thumbs, I pull apart her rubbery labia and stare into the sweet pink furrow thus revealed.
"This is so naughty, but it's making my pussy feel all tingly inside too."
"Just looking at your beautiful little pussy is making me tingly too," I say.She suddenly pulls herself upright and pushes my hands away from her pussy. "Get that mirror, I want to look too," she says, pointing around the corner into the bathroom.
I get up and get the magnifying, makeup mirror, then kneel before her and help her back into position. She holds the mirror on one of her thighs, tilting it until she has a good view of her puffed-up vulva, as I once again stretch her pussy lips apart.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate her glistening pink bits before she starts pointing. "That's my clitoris, right? What do you call these?" she points at her inner lips.
"Here," I say, taking away one hand and guiding her free hand into place, "You hold this side." Taking her pussy lip between thumb and forefinger, she stretches it much further than I would have dared, pulling the other from beneath my thumb. Emulating her, I secure the other and stretch it the same way, until her vagina, a deep, wet cavern of mystery, opens up of its own accord.
"Okay," I say, pointing at her clit, encased within its hood. "This bit is actually the prepuce, or hood of your clitoris. Here inside it," I gently pull it back to reveal her iridescently shining, pink pearl, "is your clitoris. It's got more nerves in it than the skin of your whole back, that's why it's so sensitive.
"These here," I trace the taut lines of her outer labia, "are your labia majora, that means big lips, they're also called outer pussy lips. Now can you work out what these are?" I point to her inner lips.
"Little lips?" she answers questioningly.
"That's right, labia minora, that means little lips, or inner pussy lips. And of course you know what this is," I say, sliding a finger deep into her vagina.
"My vagina," she giggles.
"Right, or pussy hole, cunt hole or fuck hole. And this is your pee hole or urethra," I say, tickling the tiny slit below her clitoris.
As soon as I do so, I know it is a mistake. She giggles at the feathery touch, and I feel the tiny opening bulge under my fingertip as a pale golden spurt of urine shoots out. Blocked by my finger, it sprays sideways onto her legs and up onto her belly.
"Oops, sorry," she giggles, getting it under control and choking off the flow.
"'S alright!" I reply in a gravelly voice.
"Greg?" her voice is so low as to be almost inaudible.
"Yes?"
"Will you do it again?" she asks in a small voice, "It felt good."
Obviously, Jenny had at least managed to keep our games a secret when she spilled the beans to Alison, so I ask, "How would you like to sit on me and piddle all over me?"
Shocked, she lets another small spurt of pee go. Staring at me, she asks, "Isn't that dirty?"
"Not really, I've read that pee is clean enough to drink, even if it doesn't taste the best. But it is nasty, isn't it? Wanna try?" I grin up at her.
"Yeah!" she grins, "But we better do it in the shower so we don't make a mess. Now hurry up and help me, I'm bursting."
I take the mirror and put it aside, then lift her and carry her to the shower cubicle, where I sit half-reclining in the base. Alison, already spraying pee, straddles me and, stretching her pussy lips to the sides, she sits in my lap, with my rampant cock between them. Her piss is hot on my flesh as it sprays in all directions, all over my belly and legs and up my chest almost to my chin.
Alison throws her head back and closes her eyes as she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my engorged member. Deep in her throat, she moans in ecstasy. I lift my hands to tweak her tumescent nipples, and she places her hands over mine, crushing my fingertips closed on the stiff fleshy nubbins.
All too soon, the steamy flow stops, and she groans in disappointment. Shifting my hands to her hips, I lift her glistening wet pussy to my mouth. Clamping my lips over her pussy, I drag my tongue from one end of her slit to the other. She doesn't taste too bad, a little acrid and pretty salty, but nothing like the ammoniacal surprise my disgusting little brother once left in a cup on the table.
With a muffled cry, she grabs hold of the soap dish and grinds her pussy against my face. With my hands, I push her back an inch or so, so that I can better service her sweet gash. Pointing my tongue, I probe between her fat labia, searching for the entrance to her vagina. When I find it, I drive my tongue inside and wriggle the tip, causing her to yelp with pleasure.
Withdrawing my tongue, I pull her pussy lips apart and find her rock-hard little clitoris. Each flick of my tongue over the fat little nubbin wrings an animalistic growl of pleasure from her, and she tries to force her oozing gash against my face. I suck the blood-filled little shaft between my lips and reach around behind her. Then, as I bite down with my lip-cushioned teeth on her pulsating clit, I drive my thumb deep into her vagina.
Her whole body goes rigid, and I hear her grunt solidly as her cunt goes into spasms around my thumb. With a jerk that makes me fear for the soap dish, she thrusts her hips forward and grinds her adolescent pussy against my lips. Again and again, her young body convulses as I extend her orgasm with my flickering tongue on her swollen clit, until finally, unable to take any more, she loses her grip on the soap dish and starts to slide down the wall.
Keeping my thumb embedded in her contracting vagina, I carefully lower her back into my lap and cradle her head against my shoulder. Gradually, her breathing slows, and she moans, lifting her head to look up at me. "Oh, wow!" she groans, "That was so good. But how could you lick my pussy when it had piddle all over it?"
"Like I said," I reply, "It's clean, and it doesn't taste too bad when it's fresh. So you liked having your pussy licked."
"God, yes!" she exclaims, "You can lick my pussy any time." Her face takes on a meditative look, and she asks, "Do you want to piddle on me now?"
"Alison," I say, giving her a serious look, "are you saying that because you want me to, or just because you think you have to do it, because I let you do it to me?"
"No," she replies, "I want you to do it, but I don't know if I want to taste it."
"Well, don't then," I reply. "What Jenny told you is true: If you don't want to do it, you don't have to. And if you do want to try or do something, just ask me. I might say no, but I won't get mad, or think any less of you for it. On the other hand, if I ever find out you did something you didn't want to, just because you thought it would please me or somebody else, then I'll never play these games with you again. Okay?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, looking serious. "Now can you piddle on my boobs and pussy?"
"Well, there's a little problem there," I reply with a grin, "Men can't pee when they're hard."
She scoots back, looks down at my rampant cock, and giggles, "I'd call that a big problem. I still don't know how it's going to fit in me."
"Well, it's not really THAT big. They come in all sizes, and some can be twice as big. And think about it for a moment, if a baby can come out of that hole, there shouldn't be any problems getting my baby maker into it."
"I guess you're right," she giggles. "And do they really get that big?" she asks, her eyes widening with incredulity.
"Yup, that big," I grin at her, "Big enough to tickle your tonsils. I'm just an average sort of bloke."
"Well, you're still too big for what I want now," she pouts, "How do I make it small?"
"Well, you could pump the cream out," I respond, knowing what her reaction to that will be.
Sure enough, she objects strenuously, "No, you've got to fuck me tonight. Is there any other way?"
"Well, there's always the cold shower," I reply.
Before I have a chance to stop her, she pulls herself free of my impaling thumb and turns the cold tap on full, causing us both to gasp. Immediately, my erection wilts like a chocolate Easter bunny in a blast furnace, and I struggle to my feet. I shut off the icy water and glare down at her, "Actually, I was just going to use a wet cloth. That was a bit much."
"You did say a cold shower," she says through chattering teeth. She looks down at my shriveled member and giggles, "Anyway, it worked, and you can piddle on me now."
"Let's warm up a bit first," I say. Turning the shower head to the wall, I adjust the temperature to as hot as I think she can stand and turn the spray back on us. Alison gasps at the heat but turns her face up into the falling water.
Once we stop shivering, she reaches for the taps and turns off the water. Taking a firm hold on my somewhat recovered member, she says, "Okay, you can give me another sort of shower now."
With a conscious effort of will, I relax my bladder and send out a strong spurt of hot piss, which hits her in the belly. She jumps and squeaks at the impact, but recovers quickly and aims my stream at her chest, moving it from side to side, coating both of her tiny breasts with my pee. She then trails the flow down over her belly and aims it at the juncture of her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart to direct it against her still-hard clit.
She moans at the impact, and my cock begins to harden in response. Then, in a surprising move, she drops to her knees and aims the golden stream at her face. With one hand, she furiously masturbates her clit, the other holding my cock steady as she turns her face back and forth in the hot outpourings of my bladder.
With amazing rapidity, my cock continues to harden, and she has to fight it down to keep it aimed at her beautiful elfin face. It is with some difficulty that I force the last of my pee out, releasing it in short, sharp bursts.
Keeping her eyes closed, she releases my cock to slap wetly against my belly and lowers her hand to join the other between her legs.Her left hand furiously rubs and pinches her swollen, bruised-looking clit, while the other delves deeper and she drives three fingers as far as she can force them into her box. Leaning back against the wall, she rapidly plunges them in and out, driving herself towards another massive climax, her head banging unnoticed against the tiles.
I drop to my knees in front of her, slipping a hand behind her head to cushion it, as I take hold of her left nipple with the other. Leaning forward, I take her starboard teat between my teeth and start to gently chew on it. I taste my own, stronger-flavored urine on her skin, but caught up in pleasuring her, I ignore it and concentrate on flicking my tongue back and forth across the stiff, rubbery nubbin of flesh caught between my teeth.
In only a matter of seconds, she grunts, and her juvenile frame bucks beneath me, as she cums. Thrusting her chest out and mashing the small hillock of her breast against my bared teeth. Her orgasm is short and sharp, subsiding as quickly as it rose, and a few seconds later, her chest heaving, she pulls away from me.
I sit back on my heels and look down into her glistening face as she gets her breathing under control. Taking hold of her wrist, I pull her fingers from her ravaged twat and lift them to my lips. Feeding her fingers into my mouth, I wash the bitter taste of my piss away with the succulent juices of her spend.
A moment later, I hear her ask, "Uh Greg, could you turn the shower back on so I can wash my face and open my eyes?"
I slip my arm beneath hers and help her to stand on trembling legs, then adjust the water to a comforting warmth. She turns her face up into the falling water and leans into me as she luxuriates in the soothing spray. A minute later, she turns the water off and, keeping her arm around my waist, she pulls me from the shower.
We roughly towel ourselves dry and make a dash for the lounge, where we take our time to properly dry each other in front of the wall furnace. I then take a couple of cushions from the couch and pull Alison down to sit between my legs in the warm blast of air coming from the grill, as I attend to her hair for the second time that night.
When I'm done, she takes the brush from me and stands behind me while she does mine. She then starts to sit in front of me, but changes her mind. With a very definite, "Don't move," she skips from the room and returns a moment later, holding something behind her back.
She drops gracefully into a half lotus before me, giving me a clear view of her pretty, young pussy. I notice that even in this widespread position, the shell-like halves of her vulva remain mostly closed, though at the top, the hood of her clitoris is clearly visible, and at the bottom, I can see a black slit within a slit, that indicates the position of her vaginal entrance.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate the delightful vista before her hands and the hairbrush block my view, as she goes to work on my beard. Once she is satisfied that it is tangle-free, she divides it down the middle and then divides the right half into three. With nimble fingers, she quickly plaits it and says, "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."
I close my eyes and feel her fasten the end. "Keep them closed," she admonishes me, as she goes to work on the other side. Half a minute later, she finishes the left and says, "O.K. you can open them now."
I open my eyes and I'm presented with my horrendously magnified visage in the makeup mirror, and then I catch sight of what she has used to fasten the ends of the plaits. Two bright pink bows of inch-wide ribbon adorn the tips of my tightly plaited forked beard.
Cocking my head to one side like a bird, I say, "I think I can live with the plaits, but those ribbons have to go."
"I don't know," she says grinning, "I think they're kinda cute."
"Yeah 'ugly but fascinating'," I return, reaching up to tug them free.
"No!" Alison restrains my hand, "It's just a joke, here." She takes hold of one plait and tugs the ribbon off, replacing it with an elastic band, she then does the other and holds the mirror up again.
"You know, I think I like it," I say, turning my head this way and that to get a better look. "Now all I need to do is grow my hair long here," I indicate my temples, "and I'll look like a real barbarian.
"And do you know what barbarians do?" I ask with a leer.
"No," she replies with a grin that tells me she can make a good guess.
"They capture beautiful, young virgins and subject them to a fate worse than death," I growl, and suiting my actions to my words, I pluck the mirror from her hands and, setting it aside, I take hold of her and throw her over my shoulder."But she smelled so good," I reply apologetically.
"So, what did she taste like, better than me?" her expression tells me what answer I'd better give to that question.
However, some little demon prompts me to say, "Yep." I wait for her expression to darken, before grinning and adding, "But, I haven't tasted you without pee sauce, so who can tell."
"Oooh, you, you, you bugger!" she says and thumps my chest.
"Seriously though," I say, "there are no betters or worse, everybody is just as good as everybody else, just different. Of course that doesn't count if you haven't washed for a week. In that case, I'll tell you, you stink and taste like shit."
She giggles at the last, and I grin back at her, "Want to hear something funny?" I ask.
"What?"
"I think your little sister has found out that her pussy is good for more than peeing with and she fingered herself to sleep."
"You're kidding," Alison giggles, "Rene?"
"Uh-huh," I nod, "she certainly smelled like it."
"And of course you just HAD to taste her, just to make sure."
"Of course," I reply with an air of injured innocence.
"I think you're just a dirty old man, who likes to do naughty things to little girls." she accuses, "But that's all right, I'm a little girl and I want you to do naughty things to me right now."
"Come on." she starts pushing me towards the foot of the bed. I feel the edge against the back of my legs and with a shove she topples me onto it. She immediately starts tugging at the belt of my robe and as soon as the knot gives way, she folds it back to expose my rampant member.
With a squeal of delight, she grabs hold, gives it a few quick pumps and then takes hold of the hem of her nightie.
Smiling, I sit up and place my hands over hers, saying, "No, let me unwrap you."
She smiles shyly back at me, and lets her nightie fall. I reach for the hem and then an idea strikes me. She looks at me questioningly, as I rise from the bed and go over to her dresser. It is identical to Rene's and taking a chance, I tug open the top drawer. Yep, there are her knickers, a mixture of older cotton varieties and newer more grown up ones. In a couple of cases, very grown up. For the occasion, I choose a full, high waisted, pair of plain, white, cotton underpants.
Alison looks at them askance for a few moments, when I hand them to her, but their symbolism dawns on her and she motions for me to turn around while she puts them on. She then tugs my robe closed and reties the belt. Pushing me back onto the bed, she stands before me, a picture of virginal innocence.
Chapter 8 - A Fate Worse than Death.
As I grasp the hem of her nightie, a look of apprehension flickers across her face, as she realizes that the moment of truth is almost upon her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask quietly.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "I'm just a little scared."
"It's O.K. to be scared," I tell her and immediately the fearful look fades, though she continues to chew nervously on her lower lip. I lower my eyes to the hem of her nightie and start to slowly gather the material in my hands, inching it higher and higher.
With six inches of cloth in my hands, I pause to look up at Alison's face, where anticipation has started to crowd out her nerves. Letting my gaze fall once more, I resume gathering up her hem, raising it until her knickers come into view.
She has arranged them perfectly. Although they are a little on the small side, she has settled them low on her hips, so that the crotch is slightly baggy between her legs giving no hint as to the shape of her pudenda. My heart thumps in my chest and my hands tremble as I continue to lift the soft fabric of her nightie higher.
Again I pause, just below the level of her breasts and when I raise my eyes to hers, I'm met by her sweet, still slightly nervous smile. She raises her hands above her head and I raise the nightie up to the level of her chin. Her tiny breasts have become even smaller, flattened when her skin is pulled tight by her upraised arms.
I stand to pull her nightie right off and toss it aside, before sitting back down on the bed and drinking in the sight of her perfect pre-teen body. She stands, a trifle self-consciously, before me, her hands folded protectively in front of her groin.
"Perfect, just perfect," I whisper and she rewards me with a brilliant smile, dropping her hands to her sides. I hold out my arms to her and she climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.
I gently enfold her in my arms, drawing her against my chest and pulling her head down to my shoulder. Her arms slip around me and she hugs me convulsively, sending a thrill of pure love through me. I gently caress her back from the nape of her neck to the elastic waistband of her snow white knickers.
Slowly her arms relax and she lifts her head to gaze lovingly into my eyes. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I gently pull her forehead down to my lips, planting a soft kiss just below her fringe. She then does the same for me. Taking turns, we exchange sweet soft kisses in this fashion, eyelids, cheeks, nose and chin.
Finally, lip meets lip, at first gently, almost chastely, but it quickly becomes more, as moaning, she parts her lips and increases the pressure of her hand on the back of my head. Experimentally, I probe between her soft, sweet lips with the tip of my tongue and she meets it with her own. Teasingly, she flicks the tip of my tongue with hers and pulls back, inviting me deeper.
I follow and again, her tongue greets mine, following it as I explore the warm, minty cavity of her mouth. She briefly twines her tongue around mine, before gently crowding it out of her mouth and I feel her tongue agilely exploring the interior of my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel her lips tighten and she pulls back grinning. "I just realized," she says, giggling, "that's the first time we kissed properly."
"I guess that is pretty funny," I smile back at her.
"Yeah," she giggles, "I've jerked you off, and sort of sucked your cock and you've fingered me and licked my pussy and we've piddled all over each other, but this is the first time we've really kissed properly."
"Well, do you like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she replies, "but I want to feel what it's like to fuck now."
"Not so fast," I say, grinning, "you only get one first time, I want this to be really special for you. Now close your eyes and enjoy."
Taking her beautiful elfin face between my hands, I press my lips to her forehead then gently to each of her eyelids. She squeaks in surprise as I flick the tip of my tongue over her eyelid and her eyes snap open. "Keep them closed," I gently admonish her as I kiss them closed again.
Her cute little retrousse nose is next and she giggles as I completely cover it with my lips and gently nip at the tip. "Shhh." I trail kisses and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and nibble around her earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations. I follow the line of her jaw, working my way around to her other ear with a rapid series of nibbling kisses. Again she squirms as I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug gently. I work my way across her cheek to her slightly parted, moist lips.
She moans in disappointment as I just flick my tongue across her lips and abandon them to gently bite her chin. Next, I kiss and nibble her throat, causing her to throw her head back. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take her throat in my teeth and feel her entire body shiver convulsively.
Moving my lips to her right shoulder, I kiss and bite along her collar bone. I then press my tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat, before moving on to her left shoulder. As my lips move down her chest, she arches her back to present her small breasts up for my attention.
Cradling her in my arms like a baby, I turn and carefully lower her to the bed. Kneeling beside her, I suck her entire right breast into my mouth, enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple everting itself under my tongue. Leaving a wet trail across the center of her chest, I move on to her left breast, teasing the nipple erect with a series of rapid flicks of my tongue. I then take it between my teeth and bite down gently. With a quiet moan, she arches her back and presses the surrounding flesh to my lips, then moans again as I release it.
I feel her tense as I trace a direct line from the hollow at the base of her throat on an arrow straight journey towards her navel. At the last moment, I veer aside and she relaxes with a sigh. A moment later, she folds up like a jackknife around my head and emits a muffled shriek as I plunge my tongue into the sensitive pucker positioned in the center of her belly.
From her navel, I move to her right hip and trace a line of wet kisses along the line of the waistband of her knickers. I then do the same along the legbands, holding her legs together when she would part them to give me access to the cloth-encased center of her being.
I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet, where pulling them together, I suck both her big toes into my mouth at once, then concentrating on one foot, I take all of the toes into my mouth and lick along the undersides. I then suck on the toes of the other foot before turning her over onto her face.
I firmly grasp her ankle and give a broad flat lick to the sole of her foot, causing her to squeal into the pillow and try to jerk it from my grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a similar response.
Back and forth from one leg to the other, I trail licks and kisses up her calves to the sensitive backs of her knees. I lick and she squirms and squeaks yet again.Onwards and upwards, I lick and nibble up the backs of her thighs, centering my attention on the more sensitive inner surfaces.
By the time I reach her cotton-encased bottom, she is bucking her hips, forcing her mons into the mattress as a heavenly aroma rises from between her slim legs. I trace the line of her knickers, then briefly press my lips to each of the twin globes of her taught buttocks. She lifts her hips for me as I take hold of the waistband of her knickers, then lowers them again with a groan as I release them with just the top of the crease at the base of her spine showing.
Lowering my lips into the thus revealed valley, I work my way up her spine, pressing my lips to each hard, knobbly vertebra until I reach the base of her skull. Taking the back of her neck between my teeth causes her to shiver in reaction, her face coming clear of the pillow as she arches her head back, moaning deep in her throat.
I loosen the belt of my robe and sit back for just long enough to shrug it from my shoulders and let it fall to the bed. Then, before she can move, I nuzzle into the side of her neck as I spread it beside her. As I roll her on top of it, I find her lips with mine and part them with my tongue. Hungrily, she all but inhales my tongue, sucking on it like it was a small and prehensile cock. Just as hungrily, I explore every square millimeter that I can reach within her mouth before pulling back and slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.
As soon as she feels my hands on her hips, her eyes fly open and she looks down. Noticing my nakedness, she lifts her eyes to meet mine and mouths the single word, "Now?"
"Now," I confirm, and she lifts her hips for me. Slowly, I tug her knickers lower and lower, first exposing the top of her pubic mound and a few seconds later the start of the crease between her labia. Millimeter by millimeter, I unveil her sweet, hairless pussy until, in all its glory, it is revealed to me.
Immediately the fabric clears her bottom, she lowers it back to the bed and parts her legs slightly. As I tug her knickers lower, the fabric of the gusset sticks to the lips of her pussy, and when it does pull free, long gooey strands of her lubricants join her labia to the fabric. One by one they break, the last persisting until her knickers reach mid-thigh. Like a baby, she lifts her feet clear of the bed, and in a single swift motion, I divest Alison of the last of her clothing.
Raising the saturated fabric to my face, I inhale deeply, drawing the intoxicating aroma of her arousal deep into my lungs. Extending my tongue, I taste of her sweet juices, before setting the drenched bundle of cloth aside on the night stand.
For a few moments longer, I gaze into her eyes, deeply moved by the look of complete and utter trust that I find there. No longer afraid, she is ready for that single, unique act, which signals the beginning of the end of her girlhood.
Slowly, but without hesitation, she lifts and separates her knees, giving me complete access to the most intimate part of her body. With infinite care, I move sideways to kneel between her feet. Craning her neck, she strains to see down between her legs to where my rigidly upstanding cock rises from its nest of wiry dark hair.
I gently push her head back to the pillows and, starting at the top of her head, I allow my gaze to fall on her, as I drink in every exquisite detail of her body. Her long, silky hair forms a golden corona that frames her narrow, lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a clear sky blue, bordered by long, almost invisible lashes. In the center of her face, between slightly reddened cheeks, lies her small, slightly retroussé nose, above barely parted, Cupid's lips.
I lower my gaze past her strong, slightly defiant chin and long, slender neck to the tiny, perfectly hemispherical mounds of her nascent breasts, crowned by tiny pea-sized nipples. Just enough fat covers her torso to conceal the lines of her ribs. In the center of her flat belly, my eyes find the perfect round dimple of her navel.
Lower still, I reach the swell of her young pubis, the white, untanned flesh of which remains unsullied by all but the finest of peach fuzz. Divided into perfectly symmetrical halves by the finest of cracks, it frames the stiffly upstanding nubbin of her iridescent little clitoris. From it, my gaze traces the deep pink lines of her swollen inner labia to the narrow black slit of her vagina.
Her slim hips are just beginning to round and fill out into the lines of her emerging womanhood. Swifter now, I sweep my gaze over the slim, well-toned lines of her firm thighs; past knees slightly scarred by rough and tumble childhood activities, to firm, rounded calves; slim ankles and small, dainty feet.
Her eyes widen a little as I lean forwards to loom over her, and the tip of my prick brushes against the burning flesh of her swollen vulva. I gently pull one of the pillows from beneath her head, then, folding it double, I push it beneath the other, easing the strain on her neck. I then gently push one of her legs back towards her chest and guide her hand to hold it behind the knee. Getting the idea, she lifts the other leg of her own volition and takes hold of it too.
As she gazes down to where my cock hangs above her shining, puffed-up little pussy, I replace her hand on her right leg with my own, whispering, "I'll hold this leg, that hand has another job to do."
For a moment, she looks at me quizzically, and then her mouth forms a little 'O' of comprehension as she realizes that the moment is upon her, and that even now, I am giving her control of the situation.
She reaches down and around her backside and, fumbling a little, wraps her small fingers around my shaft. Then, taking a deep breath, she watches, with eyes as big as saucers, while she angles my rock-hard prick down towards her waiting pussy. Following her lead, I lower my hips slightly until the bulbous tip of my cock kisses the slick, hot ring of flesh at the entrance to her virgin pussy.
When she pushes her hips upwards and tries to force the fat crown of my prick into her body, I suggest, "Move it around a little and get everything nice and wet first."
Intently gazing at the where the tip of my cock meets her labia, she begins dragging the head of my penis back and forth in the oily groove between her legs, gasping as it passes over her hypersensitive clit. I groan at the sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I feel the hot, rubbery flesh of her swollen labia open up around the tip of my cock and coat it with her sweet, slippery fluids.
I gently start to rock my hip, pushing as she brings the head of my cock up to circle the rigid little shaft of her clitoris and again as it passes over the center of heat and wetness that marks the entrance to her vagina. With each pass over her vagina, I press a little harder, until suddenly her labia open up around me and the top half of my swollen glans lodges in the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to her vaginal sheath.
My groan of pleasure mingles with her moaning gasp, and she stares, wide-eyed, at the point where our bodies have become one. Pressing inwards experimentally, I feel her open up around me until the tight ring of muscle closes, with a snapping sensation, behind the flaring crown of my rigid member.
Already, with barely the tip of my cock within the sweet, tight confines of her pre-teen pussy, I am close to cumming, and I hold myself rigidly still as I wait for the churning of my balls to subside. A few seconds later, Alison lifts her hips, and she moans deep in her throat as another inch of my cock slides into the tight, warm embrace of her juvenile pussy.
Carefully, I pull back half of that inch and then push downwards slowly, until her hand is caught between her swollen labia and my pubis, and nearly half of my cock is buried in the warm, wet confines of her body. The slow, piston-like plunge of my manhood into her body seemingly forces a moan of delight from her slightly parted lips.
As I begin to pull back, Alison takes her hand from my shaft and takes hold of her leg, allowing me to lower my hand to the bed. I withdraw until the flare of my cock catches at the entrance to her vagina, then reverse my direction and push back into her, gaining another fractional inch of penetration.
Briefly, I lift a hand from the bed to guide the motions of her pelvis, in counterpoint to my thrusts. She quickly picks up the rhythm, squeaking as she lifts her hips when I push down and dropping them with a moan as I pull back. Half a minute later, my pubic bone kisses hers as I push the last quarter inch of my shaft into the incredibly hot, tight clasp of her velvety vaginal sheath.
"Oh my God, it's in," Alison breathes disbelievingly, gazing raptly at the point of juxtaposition.
"How does it feel?" I ask, as I fight down the cum rising in my balls.
"Wonderful," she whispers. "It feels so good I don't want you to take it out. Ever." She wiggles her hips a little, grinding her pebbly clit between our bodies and moans, "Oh wow, that makes my tingle bump feel sooo good."
"Noooo, put it back!" she moans as I pull back, slowly and steadily until only my glans remains within her. Followed by a single drawn-out hissing, "Yesssss!" as I push back into her, not stopping until her clitoris is crushed between our pelvises. "Again!" she yelps from between clenched teeth.
I back out a little faster and plunge back into her body, rotating my hips as our bodies come together, crushing her clit between us. "Oh Yessss!" she squeals, "Fuck me harder!"
Her face becomes a mask of pleasure, and her hips jerk up to meet mine as I plunge faster and faster into her receptive pre-teen body.Our bodies meet with a wet slapping sound, and before long she releases her grip on her legs and wraps them around my waist, using the extra leverage to pull me into her with greater and greater force. Her fingers dig bruisingly into the muscles of my upper arms, and I use the pain as a focus to keep myself from cumming too soon.
Each time our bodies meet, she rotates her hips, grinding her engorged clit into my pubic mound. Beyond coherence, she moans and squeals deep in her throat, thrashing her head from side to side. Suddenly, from deep within her body, there rises a keen that is purely animal in nature, and she goes into convulsive spasms beneath me.
Surrounding my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal sheath contracts in rippling waves, triggering my own climax. Jet after searing jet of my white-hot seed burns a path through the shaft of my cock, to splash deep inside her body, up against the neck of her womb. Almost crushing her beneath me, I press my face into the pillow above her head, muffling her howls of pleasure against my chest, even as I bite into the pillow to control mine.
On and on her orgasm continues, the milking action of her vaginal walls prolonging mine long past the point where my balls have run dry, leaving my prostate convulsing painfully. Finally, her climax ends, and my own burning contractions are allowed to cease.
Before I crush her totally, I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and the back of her legs and hold her to me as I roll over onto my back. Groaning, she tries to lift her head, but she is so spent that it falls back with a thump onto my chest. Mustering what little strength remains to me, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and help her look up into my face.
"How did you like your first time?" I ask her with a grin.
"I loved it," she whispers back. "I felt like I was going to die and I didn't even care. Thank you."
"Thank you!" I whisper back. "Thank you for sharing one of your most precious moments with me. How do you feel now?"
"Fucked!" she replies with a wan smile.
"Yes, you certainly are that," I say, with a quiet laugh.
"I'm too tired to hit you," she giggles, lowering her head back to my chest. "So you'll have to imagine I just did."
Some time later, I'm woken by Alison shivering in my arms and a burning ache in my balls that tells me I have overspent myself. Carefully, I roll her sleeping body off me, my now shriveled cock pulling free of her freshly fucked pussy. Surprisingly, only a tiny trickle of sperm leaks from her vagina, but just in case, I roll her up in my robe before lifting her to my shoulder, while I pull back the bedclothes. She is so exhausted that even when I slip and drop her the last foot to the mattress, she doesn't even stir.
A glance at the clock beside her bed, as I pull the sheet and duvet up over her cocooned body, reveals that it is only ten thirty, but even after resting for half an hour or so, I barely have the strength to stagger through the house and douse all of the lights but the one in the hall. Finally, I stumble into the master bedroom and crawl between the sheets.
Some time later, I'm woken by a tiny hand shaking my shoulder. Blearily, I blink my eyes, finally managing to focus, in the dim light from the hall, on Rene's little face. "Greg," she says in a small voice, "I've wet the bed. Can I sleep with you?""I say, kneeling down and hugging her, 'Watching you was a bit different. I was helping you to pee, and you're still a little girl. But little girls aren't supposed to watch men urinating.'"
"Are you going to tell Mummy I peeked?" she asks, still not far from tears.
"I tell you what," I say, tilting her face up and smiling into her eyes, "I won't tell her you watched me if you don't tell her I watched you. Okay?"
"Okay," she says, sealing the bargain with a sweet kiss.
"Now, let's get these on properly," I say, stripping the knickers off her legs and holding them open for her. She steps into them, and I pull them up snug on her hips. Then, as has become usual, I slip a finger into the leg band and brush my knuckle along her slit a few times as I pull the front panel taut.
Again, she gets a dreamy look on her face, and she pouts a little when I stop. Picking her up, I settle her on my hip and carry her as I shut off the tap and turn off the lights on my way to the bedroom, where I toss her onto the bed. She giggles as she lands and bounces a few times.
"Okay, you, wriggle in here," I say to her, pulling back the corner of the bedclothes. She quickly slips under the sheets and wriggles across to make room for me to slip in beside her. As I pull the covers over us, she snuggles up to my front and pulls my arm around her, then tucking her hand in mine, she hugs it to her chest and presses her little bottom even more firmly into my belly.
I lift up onto my elbow to look down at her, and she turns her head to look back. I smile at her and whisper, "Goodnight, little one."
"G'night," she murmurs and puckers up for a kiss.
I briefly press my lips to hers, then lower my head to the pillow and reach behind me to turn out the light. And with the sweet little girl smell of her hair filling my nostrils, I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 10 - Rene Too.
"I said I was going to suck your cock and drink it all," Alison grins up at me from between my legs, silhouetted against the curtained window by the first chill light of the dawn.
Her tight little fist continues the slow pumping action that had awoken me.
"What about Rene?" I ask, not yet sure that she should be joining our games.
"Don't worry about her, she's still asleep," Alison reassures me, even as she leans forwards and engulfs the head of my penis in her warm, wet mouth. Something about her answer leaves me feeling uneasy, but the sensation of her lips being forced open by the turgid, purple crown of my cock leaves little room for thinking.
She sucks on it like a baby for a couple of seconds, then pulls free with a sloppy, wet, sucking slurp. With her fingertips lightly digging into the top of my cock, she resumes sliding the skin sheathing my shaft up and down jerkily. Then once again, she forces the soft, tight ring of her lips down over my swollen glans.
Somehow or other, the inexperience of her cock sucking and the knowledge that it's her first time excites me even more than a more talented attack on my penis would do. Groaning with the imminence of my release, I open my eyes to see *RENE* crouched between my thighs, with my penis in her tiny hands and her small red lips surrounding the head as she licks the tip.
Even as my mind screams at the wrongness of this, my balls pulse powerfully, and with an incredible burning spasm, I pump a massive surge of semen into her warm, wet mouth.
Surprised by the sudden eruption in her mouth, her head jerks upwards, and her eyes meet mine. Immediately, she freezes, an obscene drool of semen dripping from the corner of her parted lips. She does not even seem to notice the hot, searing splashes on her cheeks, chin, and lips as my prostate empties my balls into her face. Over and over again, my loins spasm, endlessly draining my seed, to coat her tiny, perfect features with my viscous, creamy ejaculate.
Finally, an eternity later, the fountaining jets become a slow upwelling that seeps from the bloated tip of my shaft to oozes down the sides and over her diminutive fists.
Chapter 11 - "I Can Too."
She crouches there, unmoving, her eyes locked to mine, like some small creature fascinated by a snake, her tiny face plastered with my cum. Thick, white, stringy curds drip from the tip of her nose and the point of her tiny chin. She too holds me just as fascinated, unable to blink, move or speak, barely able to think.
"Greg, are you awa... OH WOW!" Alison's voice suddenly breaks the silence.
Immediately, Rene's tiny face collapses in on itself, and her tears mingle with my cum as she begins to cry. She grabs the sheet and pulls it over her head, hiding her face from us as she curls into a tiny, quivering ball of abject misery.
I have to literally pry the sheet from her fingers before I can gather the sobbing little girl in my arms, murmuring reassurances as I rock her back and forth. Reaching out to Alison, I pull her to me, and her arms join mine in cradling her little sister.
Gradually, our comforting words penetrate her misery, and she begins to relax. With an almost convulsive motion, she uncoils and throws her tiny arms around my neck, burrowing her hot, sticky face into the side of my neck. Alison pulls herself close against her baby sister's back, and brushing her hair aside, she begins to softly kiss the soft skin just in front of Rene's ear.
Ever so slowly, Rene's sobs become further and further apart, finally turning to occasional gulps. Sniffling, she lifts her head, to be met by two pairs of eyes filled with love. Alison continues her soft, caressing kisses, occasionally pulling back a little to lick the salty mixture of semen and tears from her lips.
I smile into the sad little face before me, and slowly, tentatively, she returns it wanly. Then, giving her every chance to object or retreat, I slowly bring my lips closer to hers. Barely brushing against them, I kiss her tenderly, trying to project as much love and reassurance as I possibly can. After a few seconds, she presses back into the kiss and surprises me by parting her lips slightly and gently sucking on mine.
A moment later, she pulls back with a squeak and turns an accusing look on her grinning sister. "Whatcha do that for?"
"Because it tastes nice?" Alison replies unrepentantly, darting back in to take another swipe at Rene's cheek with her tongue.
Again, Rene squeaks, then giggles. Seeing this as a good way to complete this tiny child's recovery, I make a very sloppy pass over Rene's other cheek from her chin to her temple, making her pull her head in like a turtle and squeal with laughter. Together, Alison and I lap the salty cocktail from Rene's little face, relishing every obscene droplet with noisy slurps and smackings of our lips.
"Feeling better?" I ask the squirming, giggling bundle in my arms, when we have collected every last dribble of tears, semen, and even little girl snot.
"Yes-s-s, s-st-sst-op," she giggles, trying to hide her face and avoid our darting tongues.
"Oops, missed a bit," I say and lift her up to lick at a small dribble between her tiny nipples, then blow a zoober on each minuscule point.
"Oooh, stop, I'm going to widdle," she squeals.
"Really?" I ask and blow another zoober in her belly button.
"Oooh, stop, I need to go real bad," she squeaks.
"Let's go then," I say, pushing Alison aside and rolling from the bed with a squirming Rene tucked under my arm. I take two steps towards the door and feel the chafing of my jocks, which Rene had tucked under my balls.
"Uh, Alison," I ask, "could you fix my undies?"
Instead of unhooking them, she giggles and pulls them down my legs to my ankles. "There," she says.
Stepping from them, I quickly carry Rene into the toilet and set her on the floor. Even as she reaches for her knickers, she squeaks, and a small wet patch blossoms between her legs. "Help," she pleads.
Laughing, I flip down the seat and lift her onto it. "I want to watch you pee your knickers," I say, closing my hands over hers when she tries to tug them off.
"That's naughty," she giggles, as I lift her up onto the seat. Another spurt of pee escapes, and further dampens the crotch panel of her knickers. "Okay, here it comes."
The tightly woven fabric of her knickers briefly bulges outwards between her legs, and the stain spreads, turning the thin cotton cloth transparent and molding it to the smooth, hairless flesh of her plump pussy lips. A second later, it trickles over her buttocks and dribbles into the bowl.
As soon as the first urgent pulse of urine leaves her body, she stops the flow and asks, "Help me like you did before?"
Smiling inwardly at the transparency of her request, I push the damp cloth of her knickers to one side and part her glistening little lips, watching as she begins to play with the flow of her pee. With little grunts, she stops and starts the flow, slows it to a trickle, then squirts it out with such force that she farts noisily. This makes her giggle so much that my finger slips into her slit and covers her pouting urethral opening. Suddenly, piss sprays everywhere, back over her vaginal entrance, up over her clit and into my face and onto the insides of her thighs.
She stiffens and goes suddenly silent, cutting off the stream in mid-flow, but when I don't pull back and instead gently massage the tiny opening, she relaxes, and another shower results before I get my finger out of the way. Moving it to the tiny pink button a bare half inch away, I tease it in gentle circles, feeling it swell under my ministrations, as I let the remainder of her flow trickle over the rest of my fingers.
"Do you always help girls pee like that?" Alison's voice asks from the doorway, making me jump.
"No, but it's fun when I do. Isn't it?" I answer, turning towards her.For the first time, I notice that all she is wearing is a tiny pair of knickers that are little more than a strip of almost transparent cloth held in place by elastic strings. Her little finger and thumb poke out on either side of that narrow strip as the other three fingers work in slow circles at the top of her slit.
"Yeah," she giggles, as Rene looks on, half scared, half amazed. "What did she mean, 'help like before'?"
I help Rene down from the seat and lift it to take care of my own pressing needs as I explain how she had wet the bed and I had hypnotized her into peeing for me earlier. I finish by saying, "I think she just likes it when I touch her pussy."
"Out of the way!" she yelps, as I give the customary three shakes, "You made me want to do it now."
Crowding me aside, she slaps the seat back down with a rifle-like crack and wrenches her knickers down, even as she backs onto the pedestal and sits down. Then, safe from accidents, she turns a slightly strained, ingenuous smile on me, "Help me please?"
Rene looks on in wide-eyed fascination as I kneel in front of her sister, finish pulling her knickers off, and force her legs out to their widest extent. Then, deciding to put on a good show for Rene, I slip two fingers into the glistening hole at the base of her big sister's slit.
Alison squeaks at the sudden intrusion, then grins at me as she squirts a quick spurt of golden pee into the palm of my hand. At the same time, she brings one hand down over her belly and toys with the solid pea-sized bump of her clitoris.
I begin to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her tight, young vagina as she lets her scalding hot pee slowly trickle into the palm of my hand and over my fingers. Within seconds, she begins to gasp for breath, and her hips rock in time to my fingers within her vagina. Grasping her engorged clit between thumb and forefinger, she begins to squeeze and tug on it, her movements quickly getting rougher as she rapidly approaches climax.
Her other hand comes down, seizes my wrist, and moves my fingers faster and faster within her tight, clasping sheath. Losing control of her bladder, she sprays the remainder of her piss into my hand as her lips draw back in a snarl, and a short, savage climax rips through her. Back arched, she begins to slip from the seat, driving herself down onto my fingers as she emits a series of short, sobbing cries.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting her!" Rene cries, beating on my back with her tiny fists. Taking hold of my wrist, she tries to pull my fingers from her sister's body, but as my hand is just about all that is supporting Alison, her efforts are futile.
Quickly recovering from her climax, Alison begins to giggle. "No, Rene, it's all right," she says, pulling herself off my fingers and back onto the seat. She catches her sister's tiny fists in her hands as Rene goes back to hitting me. "It's O.K., Rene, he wasn't hurting me, he was making me feel really, really good."
"Really?" she asks, turning her eyes to her sister.
"Really," Alison answers, repeating herself for emphasis, "Really."
"I'm sorry I hit you, Greg," Rene turns her penitent little face to me. "I thought you were hurting Alison."
"It's O.K.," I tell her, "You were just protecting your sister. I wouldn't blame you if you'd hit me with a rolling pin."
"Speaking of protecting sisters," Alison says, "how come your sperm was all over Rene's face anyway?"
"He didn't do it!" Rene exclaims, leaping to my defense. "I made it happen."
"Come on, let's get cleaned up first, and then we'll talk about it in bed, where it's warm," I say, ushering Rene ahead of me into the bathroom.
I fill the basin with warm, soapy water and pause with the cloth in my hand to inspect Rene. From a point just above where her little slit begins, a dark stain disappears all the way down between her thigh, the soaking wet fabric tightly molded to and clearly outlining her juvenile mons. Under my close scrutiny, she blushes, the flush covering her from her forehead down to her tiny little nipples. Clasping her hands in the small of her back, she pushes her hips forwards, bringing her little pussy into even greater relief.
"I'm gonna wet my knickers next time," Alison declares, "That looks really rude."
Giggling, Rene brings a hand around to the front and readjusts her undies, pulling the leg bands together and drawing them up into her slit. "Fix my knickers, please," she says, the shy tone of her voice belied by the giggle that follows.
Kneeling, I slip my finger beneath the fabric and rub my knuckle up and down her slit several times, smoothing out the gusset of her knickers and finally settling it over her mound with a pat. I then smooth the air bubbles from beneath the fabric and firmly drag my finger along the full length of her slit, forcing the wet cloth up into her crack.
"It looks like she doesn't have any knickers on at all," Alison giggles, crouching to look closely at her baby sister's little pussy.
"I wanna see," Rene says, hunching over to look. However, as she bends, the fabric wrinkles, spoiling the effect. "Lift me up so I can look in the mirror," she orders.
Dropping the cloth in the basin, I put my hands under her arms and lift her to stand astride the sink. Insinuating my hand between her legs from behind, I use my fingers to push the fabric of her knickers back into her cleft and smooth it over her mound.
"Look at me," the happy little girl giggles, "I'm a rudie nudie. Can I take them off now, they feel yucky?"
Laughing, I lift her and stand her in the sink full of warm water. Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly draw them down, turning them inside out on her legs. She squeaks and gives a little wiggle of her hips when the fabric finally pulls free of the tight clasp of her glistening pussy lips, and as I draw them further down her legs, she scratches at her slit, distractedly lifting her feet one at a time for me to remove her knickers.
Tossing the wet fabric aside, I take up the cloth and carefully wash her flat little chest and down over her belly, making her giggle as I give her protruding belly button a quick squeeze. Working lower, I have to clean around her finger, which is still softly stroking back and forth over her clit. Moving around to the back, I wipe off her little bottom, then separating her buttocks, I run the cloth back and forth over her little pink pucker a few times, making her giggle again and push back against my finger.
Then, as her legs seem to be weakening, I quickly wipe them down and lift her to the floor. Taking the towel held out by Alison, I briskly rub Rene dry, finally dislodging her finger from her slit as I dry it. "My turn," Alison says, and I look up to see her climbing on to the side of the bath and from there on to the vanity.
Wrapping Rene in the towel, I get up and apply the cloth to Alison's bulging mons. "No, do it properly," she says, pulling my hand up to her neck.
As I begin to wipe down her torso, she pushes a finger into her slit and slowly works it back and forth. With slow strokes, I carefully wash her tiny titties, gently tweaking her hard little nipples and teasingly moving away as she leans into my hand. Sliding the cloth lower, I wipe back and forth over her taut little belly, making her squeal with laughter as I push a finger into her navel and wriggle it back and forth.
Then, as I approach her mons, she brings her other hand to her pussy and stretches her labia apart, inviting me to thoroughly wash inside her slit. Moaning as my cloth-covered fingers pass over her clit, she presses down against my hand and rocks her hips back and forth. She squeaks in outrage as I lightly swat her rhythmically clenching buttocks but ceases the motion and lifts up off my hand.
Bringing the cloth around to the back, I find her waiting with her buttocks already obscenely parted, the crinkled dimple between them winking at me in the mirror. Chuckling, I drag the cloth along the full length of her arse crack, but skip over her puckered anus and continue down her legs.
"O.K., that's it," I say.
"No, it's not, you didn't wash my bottom properly," she replies accusingly.
"What?" I pretend shock, "You want me to touch your bum hole?"
"Yeah," she giggles, turning and thrusting her bum out so far that her cheek presses against the mirror.
Grinning, I bring the cloth back to her little pink rosebud and give it a thorough washing, making her wriggle and push back against the rough cloth. "O.K., that's it this time," I say, bringing the cloth down on her bottom with a wet slap.
Ignoring her outraged expression, I drop the cloth and lift her down. I grab another towel, but before I can cocoon Alison in it, she snatches the cloth from my fingers and cleans the drying semen from my dangling member and balls. She then scrubs at the wiry tuft of hair at the base of my belly. When she's finished, she tosses the cloth aside and takes up a towel to dry me.
By the time she's done with me, my cock has risen to attention, and after bestowing a quick kiss and wicked flick of her tongue on its shiny purple crown, she pats herself dry. Scooping Rene into my arms, I allow Alison to take hold of my rigid shaft and lead me back to her mother's bedroom.
"Now," I say, once I'm snuggled up between the two girls, with my fingers tucked between their legs and lightly brushing the outsides of their hairless, little mounds, "let's see if we can find out why I woke up with my cock in Rene's mouth. Rene, why were you playing with my penis this morning?"
"B'cause I saw Alison doing it to you last night," she admits. "But you already squirted, b'cause she was licking her hands and then she licked and sucked your penis. It surprised me when it squirted. Are you mad at me b'cause I didn't go to sleep?"
"No, I guess not."I reassure her, 'But you know, you really shouldn't spy on people like that. And if you think my penis surprised you, well you really surprised me. I thought it was a dream.'
'Did you like it?'
'Yeah, it was great,' I tell her. 'I just wish I'd been awake to feel it for longer. But then again, I probably would have made you stop, because it's not something little girls like you should do.' I blithely ignore the fact that even 'big' girls, like her sister, shouldn't be doing it either.
'Can I do it again?' she asks. 'I didn't get a very good taste last time.'
'Yeah,' I say, my cock twitching at the thought, 'since you've already done it once, I guess you can do it again.'
'Goody!' she squeals, squirming down under the sheets.
'Hang on a sec,' I say, hauling her back out, 'there's plenty of time for that later. Now what else did you see?'
'Nothing, you got up and I ran back to bed and fell asleep. Can I have a taste now?'
'In a minute, my penis needs a bit of a rest first. Would you like me to help you feel good too?' I ask, diddling her tiny clit.
'You're already making me feel good,' she says, opening her legs to give me more access to her pussy.
'I mean really good like Alison,' I say.
'Really, you'll put your fingers in me and everything?' she asks, a little apprehensively.
'Well, you're a bit too small for that,' I say. 'I was thinking about tickling your crack some more and kissing and licking it too.'
'But that's where I piddle from,' she says, her face screwing up in a little moue of disgust.
'Well I pee from my penis,' I point out to her. 'Besides, we just washed your crack so it's nice and clean.'
'Oh yeah,' she says in realization. 'And I am too big enough. See?'
She takes hold of my hand and holds onto my thumb as she folds my fingers into a fist. She then gives my thumb a quick suck, wetting it with her saliva, then lifts her bum up and guides my thumb towards the seeping entrance to her tiny vagina. Thinking that the best way for her to find out that it won't fit is to let her try, I offer her no resistance.
Alison echoes my surprised gasp as the tip of my thumb slips easily into the snuggest, warmest, little cavity I've ever encountered. Afraid that she's going to hurt herself, pushing me through her hymen, I try to resist her, but she holds tight and pushes her hips at me, fully impaling herself on my thumb. 'See,' she says triumphantly.
'Ah, yes I see,' I whisper. 'Now what happened to your hymen?'
'What's that?' she asks curiously as she slowly fucks herself with my thumb.
'It's a little piece of skin up inside your vagina that should have stopped my thumb going in,' I explain.
'Oh that,' she says, 'I pushed my hairbrush through it, like Jenny told Alison to.'
'How do you know about that?' Alison half yells, turning on her sister.
Rene's little vagina spasms around my thumb as she jerks in fear. She huddles against me, reverting to a baby-like lisp as she tries to explain, 'You wouldn't let me play with you, so I sneaked in and hid under the bed. Then you closed the door, so I was stuck.'
I give Alison a warning look when she opens her mouth to yell at her little sister, and she closes it with a snap, opening it again to apologize, 'It's okay, I guess Rene, I'm not really mad at you, but that was private and you shouldn't have been listening.'
'I know that,' Rene peeks at her sister across my chest, 'but I couldn't get out and I knew you'd yell at me.'
'Yeah I would have,' Alison admits, 'I would have been scared you'd tell Mama.'
'I can keep secrets!' Rene says indignantly, 'I didn't tell about Jenny!'
'Yes, you're a good girl,' Alison soothes her sister, 'You can keep secrets really good. You're not going to tell Mama about this either, are you?'
'No way, Greg would get in trouble, and I love him ever so much,' she declares, hugging me fiercely."Opening my mouth to its widest extent, I engulf her mouth and nose and munch loudly as I pretend to eat her face. Then, pulling back, I drag my tongue over her madly giggling face, in a broad, wet lick from her chin to her brow, making her squeal in shocked outrage.
Beside us, Alison rolls on the bed, hugging herself and giggling insanely at her little sister's shocked expression. Releasing Rene, I lunge at her wildly giggling sister and start tickling unmercifully. Then, holding her out flat, I cover every square inch of her squirming body with sloppy wet licks and zoobers. A moment later, Rene, having scrubbed her face dry, joins in, driving Alison to redouble her efforts to escape.
Only when she warns of an impending flood do we relent. I finish with a final resounding and very wet zoober to the top of her pussy, making her gasp, and sit back on my heels waiting for her to recover. With great shuddering gasps, she draws breath back into her body and rolls over, scrubbing her front against the sheet. (Oh well, I was going to have to wash them anyway.)
Then, with a wild yell, she leaps at me and knocks me over backwards. Calling for aid from Rene, she sits on my hips and begins to tickle me. Not being very ticklish, or at least not where she's trying, I calmly accept her digging fingers, smiling beatifically up at her, even as Rene starts in on my feet. Frustrated by my lack of response, their fingers range farther afield, searching for a sensitive spot that might get a reaction out of me.
Finally, they give up, and Alison says to her sister, "Watch this, this'll make him jump." She then slides down onto my legs and takes hold of my cock, pointing it at the ceiling. Then, rising onto her knees, she fits the bulbous tip at the entrance to her pussy and sits down hard, gasping as my bloated member shoulders the warm, velvety walls of her vagina apart.
She lets out a muffled yelp of discomfort as I do indeed jump, slamming my hips upwards and driving the last two inches of my shaft into her and jamming the engorged glans up against her cervix.
"I wanna try that too!" Rene cries, trying to tug her sister from me.
"You can't, you're too little," Alison says, slowly rotating her hips and making me groan at the incredible sensation of her cervix brushing over the sensitive tip of my cock.
"I can too!" Rene declares heatedly, "Watch this."
The indignant little preschooler rolls from the bed and stomps over to her mother's wardrobe. With a grunt, she pulls out the bottom drawer. She then fumbles around the floor of the wardrobe for a few seconds, emerging with a piece of timber that obviously forms a false floor. Reaching into the cavity that she has revealed, she pulls out a briefcase and brings it over to the bed.
Keeping Alison impaled on my cock, I sit up to see what Rene has got. Smiling triumphantly, the little girl flips up the lid to reveal an incredible array of dildos and vibrators. The smallest is a little more than half the size of the cock buried in Alison's guts, and the largest is as long as my forearm and as thick as my wrist, with an angry purple fist-sized glans at the end. A lifelike pink, it is finished with grotesque blue veins, which at a point about halfway along its length, spell out the name 'Mr Big'.
Taking the smallest, Rene wets it in her mouth and, lying back on the bed with her feet towards us, she parts her legs and pushes almost the entire ivory shaft into her vagina, as her flabbergasted sister and I watch in amazement.
A moment later, she pulls the dildo free and discards it, reaching for the next of the eight toys in the case, a smooth hot pink plastic phallus a little smaller than my cock, with a sketchily sculpted tip. She wets it by licking up and down the length of the shaft and then, with no more effort than she showed taking the first, she pushes just over half of it home before coming up against her cervix. Then, cupping both hands over the base, she pulls it further into her body, a strained look on her face. Suddenly, her cervix gives way, and her hands slap against her mound. When she takes her hands away, less than an inch of shocking pink plastic remains visible outside her obscenely splayed labia.
The next is a vibrator, a perfectly smooth, pure white cylinder of hard plastic, slightly slimmer than the last and about seven inches long, with a sharply tapered wedge-shaped tip. After wetting it, she slips it inside herself and, with only the briefest of pauses, forces the tip through her cervix and into her womb, not stopping until the knurled base is all that protrudes from her obscenely distended pussy.
The fourth is also a vibrator, lifelike, eight inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. For the first time, her face screws up as she strains to get the head into her vagina, but with a little grunt, manages it and embeds about half of the thick shaft before bottoming out against her cervix.
Alison sits unmoving in my, watching in wide-eyed amazement as her tiny five-year-old sister pulls the vibrator free and reaches for the next, even thicker, sex toy. About the same length as the last, this dildo is made of a firm, resilient, bright yellow rubber. From the base to within two inches of the smooth bullet-shaped tip, it is textured with small ridges every quarter of an inch or so. With a tiny grunt, she pushes it in until the first ridge rests against her massively stretched vaginal opening. Then, wrapping both hands about the base, she pulls it deeper, grunting as each ridge stretches her and pops into her hugely distended vagina.
Up until now, she has shown no real signs of arousal, but has simply been demonstrating to us just how accommodating her little vagina is, but when she withdraws this latest toy, she squeaks excitedly as her vagina reluctantly releases each ridge. At the same time, she massages her tiny clit with the fingers of her right hand, pushing it down into contact with the withdrawing ridges. Oddly though, as she seems to approach a climax, she stops playing with her clitoris and waits a few seconds before removing the dildo and discarding it.
She skips the next toy in the case, because although longer than the last, it is no thicker. Instead, she reaches for the last, bar 'Mr Big'. Lifelike in form, if not size, this massive ebony shaft is over a foot long and nearly two and a half inches in diameter.
This time, instead of wetting it with her tongue, she takes a tube of KY jelly from the case and carefully squeezes out an inch-long noodle onto her fingers, with which she painstakingly coats the head and first few inches of the shaft. After carefully recapping the tube of Jelly, she slips from the bed and rests the butt of the huge fake negro cock on the floor. Then, positioning herself over it, she holds her pussy lips apart and squats until the grotesque bulb on the end presses against her vaginal entrance.
At first contact, Alison gasps, and I turn my head to look at her slack-jawed profile. Her eyes are almost popping from her head, and a thick strand of saliva drools unnoticed from the corner of her slack mouth, running from her chin to her chest. Feeling my gaze on her, she manages to regain control of her mouth to whisper "No way!" before it falls back open, and she turns back to her sister.
Inside my head, a tiny little voice screams at me to stop this before Rene hurts herself, whereas a much stronger voice clamors to see if this tiny preschooler is indeed able to accomplish the impossible. The big voice wins, and holding Alison against me, I lie down with my head hanging over the edge of the bed and my nose only inches from the point where the glistening bulb topping the shaft parts her fat little labia; labia made even tinier by their proximity to the huge imitation cock.
Taking a few deep breaths, Rene steadies herself with one hand on my forehead and allows more and more of her weight to fall on the obscene shaft beneath her. Grimacing, she works her hips in tiny circles as I watch the lips of her pussy stretch and whiten with the strain. Ever so slowly, I watch her tiny vulva stretch and stretch and, incredibly, stretch some more, until with a deep grunt, she seems to fall two inches as the tremendous black glans enters her body with a rush.
Groaning and continuing to move her hips in a circle, Rene works another two inches of the thick ebony shaft into her body, then pushes herself upright. Taking a wobbling step backwards, she puts her hands on her hips and proudly thrusts her obscenely bulging pudenda forwards, grunting as the injudicious move makes the colossal shaft dangling from her body sway back and forth, the embedded tip visibly moving beneath her swollen mound.
"Beat that!" she crows, directing a slightly strained grin at her gaping sister.
"O.K. I will," Alison declares hotly, "Just as soon as I finish here." Lifting herself up until only my glans remains within her, she pauses briefly until she is sure her sister's eyes are on her, then drops back down, taking the entire length of my shaft in one swift, squelching movement. Then, satisfied that she has Rene's full attention, she slowly slides up and down the full length of my cock.
Within seconds, though, the sensations of her velvety little snatch caressing my rod, coming on top of Rene's obscene show, become too much for me, and seizing her hips, I begin pumping her up and down, masturbating myself with her tiny body as I rapidly approach a climax. Only seconds later, my balls empty themselves into her tiny pre-teen twat, my semen coursing through my cock like lava to fill and overfill her clasping fuck tube.
As I continue to pound her body up and down, my semen begins to leak down around my pulsing shaft, matting my pubic hair in a thick gooey froth.Finally, though, my climax ends, and I fall back as Alison takes over, bouncing on my cock, seeking her own release. But it is not to be, as my rapidly shrinking cock slips from her vagina, releasing a sticky white flood that trickles down around my balls as she futilely tries to stuff it back into her body.
Then, giving in to the inevitable, she rolls from my lap and reaches for the vibrators. Eschewing the others, she picks up the slim, white seven-incher and goes to insert it into her pussy. "Wipe it off first," I tell her, "it's got fluff on it."
Before I can stop her, she grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the hard plastic shaft clean. (Another reason to wash them.) Then, propping herself up on her elbow, she drives the slim, tapered head into her vagina and begins pumping it in and out, striving for the release that had been denied her.
With my eyes on Alison, I don't notice Rene until I feel her tongue on my balls, lapping up my cream like a little kitten. As I look down at her crouching over my groin with that thick black phallus still protruding obscenely from her grossly overstretched vulva, she moves up to the wiry mat of my pubic hair, not stopping until my groin is free of every last sticky strand of semen.
"Mmmm, that was nice," she says, crawling up over my body to plant a sweet kiss, tasting of me and her sister, on my lips. "But how come it tasted different this time?"
"Because it had your sister's pussy juice mixed with it," I reply.
"You mean from inside her hole?" the tiny five-year-old asks, her voice comically filled with disgust.
"Yeah," I laugh. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Want some more?" I reach over to where Alison lies panting, her body twitching with the after-effects of her orgasm. Slipping my hand between her legs, I extract the slim, white shaft from her glistening vulva and bring it close to Rene's tiny face, grinning as she recoils slightly from the slimy cylinder of plastic.
Her nose wrinkles briefly in disgust, then, as the intoxicating odor reaches her, she tentatively reaches out with her tongue and takes a small taste. A moment later, she smiles broadly and, seizing my wrist in case I try to take this new treat away from her, quickly licks the entire shaft clean.
"That was yummy," she informs me with a giggle and turns to watch her sister.
Recovered from her orgasm, Alison has taken up the lifelike eight-incher and, after cleaning it, she presses the thick, bulbous head between her legs and shoves. She grunts loudly in discomfort as the head begins to pull her smooth, hairless labia into her body with it, forcing her to stop. Lying back, she holds her pussy lips apart and tries again. This time, she forces the flared head into her vagina, yelping with pain as the flare stretches her more than she has ever had to deal with before.
"Hey, take it easy," I caution her.
White-faced and wincing, she nods, waiting for her vaginal passage to become accustomed to the intrusion. After a few moments, color begins to return to her face, and she slowly relaxes. Carefully, she gives the thick shaft protruding from her pussy an experimental wiggle and, deciding she can bear it, she carefully pushes, slowly edging the lifelike vibrator into her body. Finally, she stops with just over an inch at the base and the control knob protruding from between her white, bloodless labia.
"Ready for this yet?" Rene asks, struggling to her feet with that obscene black shaft still dangling from her tiny pussy. Now comfortable with the massive rod stretching her vagina, she stands over her big sister, slowly pulling it almost all the way from her body and pushing it back in.
"Give me a minute," Alison says, experimentally sliding about an inch of pink plastic from her vagina. She winces a little as the thick shaft briefly sticks, then slips with a rush. After another experimental movement, she begins to pump the thick phallus in and out slowly, gradually increasing the length of her strokes until she is fucking herself with nearly the full length of the shaft.
Standing above her, Rene continues to slide the huge black prick in and out of her tiny vulva. Her breathing begins to speed up, and she becomes a little unsteady on her feet, so I reach up to steady her. Again, she stops as she appears to approach a climax and pulls the thick shaft free with an audible pop.
In utter astonishment, I lie with my head between her feet and watch as the gaping hole between her legs closes faster than I could believe possible, shrinking from an opening large enough to accept a small jar to a tiny hole that looks as if it would protest the entry of a pencil. Amazed at the incredible elasticity of this tiny preschooler's vagina, I reach up and lightly caress the fat little lips of her tiny pudenda. Then I slowly insinuate my smallest finger between them and press into a warm, slick sheath that firmly grips my finger in an unbelievably snug embrace.
Removing my finger, I roll over, sit up, and pull Rene down into my lap. "You've never had an orgasm, have you, darling?" I ask her as I gently stroke my fingertips over the outside of her little slit.
"What's that?" she asks me.
"You get an orgasm," I tell her, "by playing with your pussy until you feel so good inside that you don't care about anything else. It's like..." I cast around for something a very shy and easily scared five-year-old can understand. As I try to think of something within her experience, urgent sounds from Alison draw my attention to where she is rapidly sawing the quiescent vibrator in and out of her creaming pussy and moaning incoherently. "It's like this," I say, reaching across and giving the base of the vibrator a sharp twist.
The sudden and unexpected onslaught of the new sensations brought about by the humming toy within her pussy are all it takes to send Alison crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and her hands hit the bed beside her as she flops bonelessly, caught up in the sensations that rip through her immature pre-teen body.
Between her legs, each powerful, rippling contraction of her juvenile vagina forces more of the vibrator from her until it falls free, and lies buzzing between her thighs. Without the stimulation of the vibrator within her pussy, her climax recedes, sending a few final weak shudders through her abdomen.
Rene watches her twitching sister for a few moments longer, then turns her wide-eyed stare on me. "Would that happen to me if I didn't stop when it started to feel scary?" she asks fearfully.
"Uh-huh," I confirm and reassure her. "I know it feels scary to start with, but it's a nice scary. Like when somebody throws you up in the air and catches you. I know! Have you ever been in a car when it goes over a bump and your tummy goes away?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Do you like that?" I ask, hoping for a 'yes'.
"Yeah!" she replies eagerly.
"Well, an orgasm is that sort of scary too," I say.
"What sort of scary?" Alison asks, returning to the world of the coherent and entering the conversation.
"Like going over a bump in the car and losing your tummy," Rene answers, then asks, "Is a 'gasm really like that?"
"Uh-huh," Alison confirms enthusiastically. "It's even better. It's like going right up into the sky on a swing and then you fall down and down and down, but you don't hit the ground because all your insides explode first, except they don't really. It's better than all the ice cream you can eat and all the hugs you ever had. It's better than anything."
"Even the hug Mama gives me when I have a scary dream?" the wide-eyed and probably confused preschooler asks.
"Better than ten hugs," Alison affirms.
"I'm still scared," Rene says, wriggling around in my arms and hugging herself against my chest. "Cuddle me?"
Tightening my arms about her, I lay my cheek on top of her soft blonde head and whisper soft reassurances as I gently caress her stiff little back. Slowly, she relaxes and melts against me until her arms hold me, instead of clutching me convulsively.
"Are you ready to have an orgasm now?" Alison asks, earning a withering look from me as Rene stiffens slightly.
Chapter 12 - Trust Me.
I wait until the tiny girl in my arms relaxes again and lift my head from hers. Then, lifting her head with a finger under her chin, I ask, "Would you like to play a game, first?"
"What's it called?" she asks, curiously.
"It's called 'Trust me'," I tell her.
"How do you play it?" she asks.
"It's very easy," I say. "The hardest part is trusting me. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Uh-huh," she answers in a small voice.
"Okay, first things first," I say briskly. "Alison, would you wrap all these toys up in that towel and put the case on the floor? Rene, you can help me straighten this bed up a bit."
A minute later, I guide Rene to stand in the middle of the bed and pull her hands up to her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now close your eyes and fall over backwards," I tell her.
"What?" she asks, spinning around and staring up at me.
"I'll catch you," I tell her, turning her back around and putting her hands back on her shoulders. "That's why the game is called 'Trust Me', you have to trust me to catch you."
"Promise?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me with big eyes.
"No, no promises, because you wouldn't have to trust me then," I say. "Will you trust me?"
"Uh-huh," she murmurs almost inaudibly and nods.
"Okay, then," I say. "Close your eyes and just lean backwards until you fall over."
The first time she falls, she collapses like a puppet with cut strings, but, expecting this to happen, I catch her under the arms before her knees touch the bed and lift her back to her feet. "Okay," I say, "this time, I want you to pretend you are a tree that's just been chopped down."
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"Okay, fall.""I say and catch her as soon as she overbalances. Pushing her back to her feet, I tell her, "Okay, from now on, I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Fall!"
I let her fall a little further this time before catching her and pushing her back to her feet. Each time she falls, I let her fall a little further until, finally, her bottom hits the bed softly as I catch her shoulders less than six inches from the mattress.
"Okay, now we do it on the floor," I say.
Her eyelids flicker at this, but she manages to keep them closed. "Good girl," I praise her. "That's right, keep them closed."
I lift her back to her feet and step down to the floor as I tell her, "Now walk until you get to the edge of the bed. Take big steps, I won't let you fall."
Having a very firm mattress, the bed is perfect for this, and she confidently steps forwards, trusting me to tell her when to stop. Instead, I let her take a step out into thin air and catch her in my arms as she topples with a thin scream.
"You said you wouldn't let me fall," she accuses me.
"I know, I lied," I say unrepentantly, "But I got you to trust me, and I did catch you. Didn't I?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
"And you'd trust me to catch you on the floor, wouldn't you?"
"Uh-huh," another nod.
"Would you trust Alison?" I ask.
Rene eyes her sister for a few moments, considering this, before she confidently answers, "Yes," then qualifies it, "Sometimes."
"Will you trust me to give you an orgasm?" I ask, "It won't be like the one Alison had, I'll make it a little one. It will still be a bit scary, but I'll be there to catch you."
"Okay," she agrees, a little fearfully.
"It's okay, Rene," Alison says, "I was scared too, last night. Really scared. But afterwards, I loved it."
"Really, you were scared too?"
"Uh-huh, I nearly wet my pants," Alison confirms, "I would've too if I had any piddle left."
Hearing this, I give Alison a direct look, and she flushes as she explains, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to stop."
"I'm ready now," Rene announces, "What do I do?"
"All you have to do is relax, and let me hold you," I tell her, "I'll do all the rest."
"Okay," she nods.
I pile of the pillows at the head of the bed and recline against them, pulling Rene into my lap. Then, in the same hypnotic tones that I'd used on her earlier, I tell her to relax, continuously reassuring her that I'm there to hold her. I gently stroke the front of her body from her neck down to her knees, carefully avoiding the plump little mound at the juncture of her thighs.
With each pass of my hands, I feel the tension fall from her tiny frame. When I ask her how she feels, she responds with a dreamy, "Nice."
As I begin to trace the creases between the tops of her thighs and her pussy, she tenses slightly, then relaxes as I continue to murmur reassurances into her hair. Lifting one hand to her chest, I discover that it is so narrow that I am able to brush my fingertips over both tiny pink nipples at the same time. Under my fingertips, they harden, feeling like tiny ball bearings under the slightly crinkled skin.
Under the fingers of my other hand, I feel the fat lips of her little pussy begin to warm and grow slightly, and I add a third finger, tracing the crease that divides her labia as well as the creases to either side. Almost instinctively, she pushes up against my hand, and I move my hand to her stomach, pushing her back down and telling her to relax and let me do everything.
When I move my fingers back to her tiny vulva and resume stroking it, I begin to push a little harder, though still keeping my fingers on the outside. With each stroke, I push my fingers a little between her legs, and they gradually part until I am able to reach the tiny seep of moisture, flowing from her vagina.
She shivers as I begin to draw this moisture up on my middle finger and smear it along the length of her slit. Then, on the third or fourth pass, I press inwards hard enough to part her plump little pussy lips and brush my finger over the tiny opening between her legs. This time, as I pull my fingers up, I maintain the pressure and draw the moisture up between her labia, stopping just short of her tiny clit.
As my gentle ministrations continue, her breathing quickens, and her tiny, narrow hips rock involuntarily, causing my finger to come into contact with the tiny, rock-hard, pea-sized nubbin of her clit. She gasps at the contact and pushes into it, letting me know that she is ready for the final step.
The next time my fingers slide down into the warm, slick gap between her legs, I press harder, pushing just the very tip of my finger into her vagina, then withdraw it, gently dragging the entire length of my finger between her pussy lips and over her clit. She moans deep in her throat and pushes back against me, as her body instinctively reacts to these new sensations, while my soothing voice quells her fears.
Back and forth I slide my finger, entering the warm, slick embrace of her vagina more and more deeply with every pass until finally, my palm cups her warm, slippery mound at the bottom of every stroke. Her breathing now comes in short, shallow gasps, punctuated by little peeps of excitement, and under my fingers, her heart flutters like a little bird.
Only seconds later, as I withdraw my finger and push it back into her tight little hole, she cums, with gentle undulations rippling up and down her belly, as her vaginal walls rhythmically contract and relax around my finger, and she chirrups like a baby bird.
I wait until her little pussy stops nibbling on my finger and she opens her eyes and tilts her head back to look up at me lovingly, before I take my hand from between her legs. "How was that?" I ask softly.
"Nice," she replies, "It wasn't scary at all. Can you do it again?"
"Later, Punkin, I think it's time we got up and had something to eat," I say as I absently bring my finger up to my face and sniff the sweet, delicate aroma of her spend, then avidly suck it clean.
"Can I have some?" Alison asks.
Without waiting for an answer, she grabs my wrist and starts sucking on my fingers, slurping noisily and making great lip-smacking noises of enjoyment.
"Hey! She's getting it all," Rene protests.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," I say, sliding my other hand down over her belly and wetting a finger in her vagina.
I bring the finger up to her face and gently brush it over her lips. She tentatively licks them, and then, like her sister, she eagerly attacks my finger. All too soon, the thin coating of sweet juices is gone, and she pushes both of her own hands down between her legs for more.
She sucks the fingers of one hand into her mouth and offers the other up to me. I gladly accept, making her giggle when I engulf it to the wrist and suck hard as I pull it from between my lips.
But when she goes to collect another double handful of juices, I stop her, saying, "That's enough for now, Punkin. Let's hop in the spa and have some breakfast."
"But there's still more," she objects.
"And there will be as long as you keep rubbing yourself down there," I tell her, rolling her over in my lap and playfully swatting her backside.
"Ouch!" she giggles, pushing her little bum up and waggling it.
"Oh, want some more, do you?" I ask.
"Yes, please," she giggles.
I deliver four more light swats, counting them off, "Two, three, four, five," and roll her out of my lap.
When I step down onto the floor, I kick the towel-wrapped bundle of ersatz cocks and send them skittering across the floor. As I bend over to pick them up, I ask, "How did you find these, Rene?"
Chapter 13 - Confessions of a Peeper
"I saw Mama washing one once, and she said it was a special toy for big girls, so I sneaked into her room and hid, and she came in and she put it away. And then she went shopping, and Alison was watching TV, so I snuck back in here and locked the door and got them out to look at them."
"Well, how did you know how to use them?"
"There's some books with pictures in there too," she scrambles from the bed to rummage around in the space under the wardrobe, returning with a double handful of x-rated magazines. "See?" she holds them out to me.
"Let me see!" Alison says excitedly, trying to snatch them from her sister.
"No!" I say, taking them, "We can look at them later. Let's get this lot washed and put away. Bring the case, Alison. Rene, put these away for now."
I hand Rene the magazines and bundle the dildos back up in a towel. Then, ushering Alison, who looks longingly over her shoulder at the wardrobe, ahead of me, we go to the bathroom.
As I'm wiping the Black Mamba dry, I ask Rene, "What ever possessed you to try and put this thing in your little pussy?"
"I wanted to be a big girl too," she tells me, "When I could make this one fit," she picks up Mr. Big, which looks like a log in her tiny hands, and says, "I was going to show Mama and show her I was a big girl too."
I take the monstrous phallus from her hands and slowly turn it over. Even in my hands, the bloody thing looks deformed. "Rene," I say slowly, "Even your mama doesn't use this one. See," I point to where half a price tag still adheres to the shaft, "it's still got a label on it."
"And don't be in such a hurry to grow up, it happens way too soon anyway," I tell her seriously, "You're a beautiful little girl, who I love very much just the way she is, and your mama loves you that way too."
"Me too!" Alison pipes up and bends to give her little sister a kiss that curls my toes to watch. "Whew," Alison gasps when they part, "she's a good kisser, isn't she?"
"Just wait until she's had a bit more practice," I say, dropping the last of the dildos into the case and snapping the lid down.After putting the case away and telling both girls to leave it and the magazines alone, I usher them out of the room, asking, "Does anyone need to pee?"
Rene answers in the affirmative and leads me towards the toilet. As she climbs up onto the seat, I ask her if she wants me to help again.
"No, I want you to stand here," she says, taking hold of my hips and pulling me closer until my cock is right in her face. "You said I could have another taste." She then sucks my limp prick into her tiny mouth. Almost immediately, it begins to grow under the influence of her baby-like sucking.
"Cool!" Alison says from the doorway, and I turn my head to see her slide her hand between her legs and cup her pussy.
As my cock continues to expand, it quickly fills the sweet, warm cavity of the tiny girl's small mouth. I look back down at her and gently take hold of the sides of her head, sliding my fingers under her hair at the back and caressing the delicate skin of her cheeks with my thumbs. I cradle her head, letting her feel my love, but do not restrict the movements of her head as the bulbous glans presses at the back of her throat and forces her head back.
She tilts her head back slightly, her deep blue, almost violet eyes looking up at me lovingly from beneath long pale lashes. Bringing both hands up, she wraps her tiny fingers around the rigid shaft of my member and holds it steady as she pulls her mouth off the end with a pop and gives the tip a quick kiss.
"That felt funny," she giggles. "I like it when it grows in my mouth."
She then opens her jaw wide and pushes her tiny lips back over the tip, starting to suck again. At first, I let her go, but as it becomes obvious that she is going to do nothing more, I gently apply pressure to the back of her head and pull her further onto my cock, stopping just as the tip brushes the back of her throat. She looks up at me trustingly as I guide her head back and forth a couple of times, and when I release the pressure, she continues the motion of her own accord, fucking me gently with her face.
After a few seconds, she pulls off my cock to swallow the saliva that has pooled in her mouth, and I tell her, "Push up with your tongue and lick it all over too sometimes."
Straight away, she sticks out her tiny tongue and licks from the root to the tip, making me twitch and gasp as the tip passes over the sensitive skin of my frenulum. She giggles at my reaction and flicks her tongue over the sensitive folds of skin several times before taking me back into her mouth again.
This time, as she rocks her head back and forth, she presses up against the underside with her tongue, especially as the sensitive folds of the frenulum pass over her tongue. As her confidence increases, her head bobs faster, and she adds swirling her tongue around the tip to her repertoire. The next time she pulls her head clear, she drools her spit into her hands and slides her hands up and down the length of my shaft as she rubs the tip over her lips and cheeks.
The incredible sight of this tiny preschooler, sitting naked on the toilet as she services my cock like a seasoned porn star, is almost enough to make me shoot there and then, and I groan in reaction. Almost as if realizing my predicament, Rene lets go of my cock and grins up at me. "Are you going to squirt soon?" she asks.
"Soon, real soon, darling," I groan. "Suck it some more, please."
Instead of doing as I ask, she gently grasps my balls, one in each hand, and asks, "What are these?"
"They're my balls, honey. They make my sperm," I tell her.
"What's that?" she asks curiously.
"That's the yummy, creamy stuff that squirts out," Alison tells her sister.
The short question-and-answer session has been enough to cool me down a little, and I am able to hold off as she explores the swollen purple glans teasingly with the tip of her agile young tongue. She likes my reaction to her spearing the tip of her tongue into the gaping slit at the tip and giggles as she gives it a couple more pokes before pushing her lips over the angry purple knob and engulfing almost half of my prick.
The sensations of her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and her wet little tongue playing with the sensitive underside of my engorged prick drive me to such fiery heights that I have to take my hands from her head before I lose control and try to force myself down her tiny throat.
"Oh God!" I groan. "That's a good baby." I start caressing the side of her tiny face with the back of my hand. "Suck Daddy's cock for him," I moan, fantasizing about having a baby daughter of my own. Rene briefly pauses when she hears me call myself "Daddy," then resumes her ministrations with even greater enthusiasm, her head bobbing up and down and her tiny fingers caressing my spit-slickened shaft.
"Daddy's little girl is making him feel so good," I moan. "That's it, baby. Daddy's going to give his little baby a nice big drink of cream, real soon. Suck it good, baby. Oh, God, baby, here it comes!" I groan as the first massive jet of scalding hot seed sears through my cock to splash against the back of my five-year-old lover's throat.
She jerks back as it hits, and my second spurt splashes across both cheeks of her tiny face. But she quickly recovers from her surprise and aims the spurting tip of my cock at her wide-open mouth, extending her tiny tongue underneath it to catch any drips. I choke back howls of unbearable pleasure as I look down to watch my creamy seed spurt from my painfully distended prick into her waiting mouth.
Wrapping my hand over her tiny fists, I move it up and down on my shaft, pumping my ejaculate into her mouth, watching it coat her little, pink tongue and drip in obscene, greasy strands from her teeth. Some interminable time later, I strip one last pearly droplet from my shaft onto her waiting tongue and still my hand.
Standing on rubbery legs that barely support me, I look down into her upturned face. Her tiny face is crisscrossed with pearly strands of my semen, where I have missed the mark, and drools in stringy, white strands from the corners of her overfull mouth.
As I watch, she carefully closes her mouth, and I see her cheeks bulge rhythmically as she swirls my cum around, testing the flavor. A smile quickly suffuses her cum-streaked features, and she pulls her hands from beneath mine to scoop up the obscene strands that drip from her chin and push them between her lips.
A thud, followed by a series of choked squeals, reminds us of Alison's presence, and we turn our attention to the little ten-year-old, who lies in the doorway, frantically mauling her hairless pre-teen pussy with both hands. One hand frenziedly rubs at her clit, while she plunges four fingers of the other in and out of her creaming snatch. As we watch, the frantic motions of her fingers slow, becoming languorous and gentle as her climax fades.
"Oh wow!" Rene breathes, and I turn back to her. Her fingers are pressed against the top of her tiny pussy, gently rubbing back and forth as she watches her big sister come down from her climax.
Slipping my hands under her arms, I lift the tiny child from the toilet and hold her against my chest as I lick the creamy strands of semen from her face, making her giggle as my tongue passes over her cheeks and nose. I gently lick her tiny bow-like lips, and they part to allow me to slip my tongue inside and taste the residue of my cum that still adheres to her gums and cheeks.
Lifting her higher, I lap up the few gooey droplets that had dripped from her chin to her narrow, flat chest. I flick my tongue over each of her tiny pink nipples, then lick lower, making her squirm and giggle as I push her outie belly button in with my tongue.
"Ooh, stop!" she squeals. "I haven't done wees yet."
As soon as I hear this, I spin around and sit on the toilet. Lifting her higher, I force my tongue between her tightly clenched thighs and drag it back through her slit.
"Ooh, stop! I'm going to wee if you don't stop," she squeaks.
"Wee in his mouth!" Alison calls from the doorway, recovered enough to sit up.
"That's yucky!" Rene says with a shocked giggle.
"No, it's not. He likes it," Alison replies. "I peed all over him last night, and he drank it, and he peed on me too."
A moment later, I make the matter academic by blowing a raspberry onto her plump little mound. She squeaks with dismay, and I feel dampness in my beard. I lift her back a little to look at the trickle of moisture that has escaped her body and dribbles down one of her thighs.
Before her dismay can become something darker, I lap up the warm, salty dribble and force my tongue into the damp hollow where her thighs and fat little labia meet. She yelps at the contact, then slowly, almost reluctantly, separates her legs for me. As my tongue passes over her pee-hole, she releases an involuntary spurt of salty, sweet urine onto my tongue.
Then, when I don't pull back in disgust, she cuts loose with full force. I quickly cover her tiny mons with my mouth, losing only a few precious droplets as I make the seal. I let the tasty treat flow over my tongue, only swallowing enough to leave room for more in my mouth.
"He's drinking my wees," Rene cries incredulously.
As the flow slows to a trickle, I gulp down what's in my mouth and tickle her pee-hole with the tip of my tongue, making her giggle and release the last of her pee in short, sharp spurts.
When I lower the little girl to my lap, she surprises me by pulling my head down and kissing my wet lips, not even pulling back when she slips her tongue between them and discovers that I still have a mouthful of her urine. Instead, she forces my lips further apart and lets some of it trickle into her mouth.
She pulls back a little, and I watch her swirl it around for a few seconds, testing it, then smiles and gulps it down.She then tilts her head back and opens her mouth like a baby bird. Happy to comply, I squirt a small spurt into her waiting mouth, smiling as Alison gasps in amazement from where she stands behind Rene.
Rene fervently swallows the salty, sweet morsel, then opens her mouth for more. I feed her the last of my mouthful of her pee in small spurts, each of which she eagerly swallows. When I have no more to give her, she makes a little noise of disappointment and licks around my lips, collecting every stray droplet she can locate.
When nothing remains for her to find, she pulls back and looks up into my eyes, giggling as she says, "That was naughty."
"Yep, that's what makes it so much fun," I laugh, kissing her nose and playfully snapping at it, making her jerk back with a delighted squeal.
"Oh wow, that was so hot," Alison says, her hand once more rubbing at her slit.
"Have you got a drink for me, little girl?" I ask, nodding at her busy fingers.
"I wish I did," she says with a note of disappointment in her voice, "Maybe I'll have some ready after breakfast."
"Good," I say, "Let's have a dip while we wait."
Squealing with delight, Rene scrambles from my lap and runs through the laundry to the back door, opens it and darts through. Alison and I follow a little more slowly, arriving at the back door just in time to see the happy little girl land in the middle of the cover floating on the surface.
"Look, I'm walking on water," she cries, standing up and taking a wobbling step towards us. A moment later, the edge of the styrene bead-filled cover dips and dumps her, squealing happily, into the water.
The cover rises back to the surface, trapping her beneath it, and I jump to rescue her. But Alison grabs my hand and pulls me back, saying, "She's all right, watch this."
Even as she speaks, I see the cover lift up as Rene stands beneath it. A moment later, Alison turns on the blower, and Rene squeals and sputters in giggling outrage. Smiling, I creep up to where Alison kneels, her thumb on the button, plant my foot on her rear and push her in with her sister.
Throwing back the cover, she turns an indignant glare on me, then disappears with a squawk as Rene pulls her feet from under her. Chuckling, I pull the cover from the water and step into the roiling water with the girls.
As I enter the water, they forget each other and turn on me. Climbing onto the seats, they jump at me from either side and try to drive me beneath the surface. I give them long enough to realize that they aren't going to get anywhere, then tighten my arms around them and drop to the bottom, pulling them under with me.
As soon as they begin to struggle, I let Alison go and jump back to my feet. Peeling Rene's tiny arms from about my neck, I lift her up and blow zoobers all over her body until she is helpless with laughter. I let her calm down for a few seconds, then with a final zoober right over her clit that leaves her gasping, I put her down on a seat and stoop to deal with a determined Alison, who is trying to shift one of my firmly planted feet.
Without warning, I give her what she wants and catch her as she stumbles backwards. Shrieking and wriggling futilely, she struggles to escape, her laughing protests getting louder as I secure both of her hands in one of mine and start blowing air into her navel. A moment later, Rene joins me, and we quickly reduce Alison to a helplessly giggling wreck.
Sitting down, I set her down beside me and cuddle her against my side. Rene worms under my arm on the other side, and each time Alison begins to recover, she darts an arm across my belly and tickles her big sister. I let her get away with it a couple of times, then put a stop to it by grasping her wrist and giving her a stern look.
She responds with an impudent giggle and wriggles from my grasp, then proceeds to attack Alison from the other side. In the end, I have to pull her away and subdue her with an overdose of zoobers.
I finally get Rene securely ensconced in my lap, my arms trapping hers at her side, and I look up to see Alison regarding her little sister, almost as if she has never seen her before. A moment later, a decidedly retaliatory gleam enters her eye, but at least SHE subsides when I give her a stern glance.
A few minutes later, Rene twists her neck in a way that makes me wince and asks, "Can you let me go now, please?"
"Can I trust you?" I ask.
She considers the question for a moment, then nods and answers, "I'll leave her alone."
"Fair enough," I say, releasing her.
"But I didn't say I'd leave you alone," she giggles, turning around and tickling my ribs. This time around, I allow her tickling to affect me and laugh for her, wriggling just enough that she has to work to maintain her seat. I let her have her fun for half a minute or so, then trap her hands and pull her up until I can blow a single zoober around her belly button.
I then lower her back down into my lap, planting little kisses along the way, finishing with a brief but sensuous kiss on the lips. "Okay, that's enough of that. Who's ready for breakfast?"
Two shrill, "Me"s answer my question, and we leave a trail of wet footprints through the house as we go into the bathroom for towels. The girls make me kneel on the bathmat and team up to rub me dry, before allowing me to dry them.
As I rub Alison down, my eyes fall on the tiny wisp of nothing that she'd been wearing earlier, and when I finish, I pick them up and ask, "Where on Earth did you get these?"
"Mama bought them for me yesterday," is her answer, and a sudden thought flits through my head, which I immediately dismiss as an absurdity.
"Here, put them on," I say. "They look positively indecent."
Giggling, she slips the tiny pair of knickers on and twirls slowly, posing for me. In back, a narrow triangle of thin gauzy fabric barely covers the innermost third of her buttocks and does nothing to conceal the shadowy crease separating them. As her pirouette brings the front panel into view, I'm treated to the sight of her beautiful hairless pussy, which is in no way concealed by the scrap of fabric hugging it. Instead, just as I'd hoped, it makes her look even more naked than when she'd been nude.
Rene too, notices the difference, saying, "They're rude."
"Come on, nudie," I say, patting her on the bottom, "let's see what we can find for you."
Alison and I follow the waggling white bottom into its owner's bedroom, and she stands in front of her dresser, waiting for me to pick her up. As I'd done the night before, I support her on a lifted knee and together we rummage through her underwear drawer, looking for something interesting. However, all of the undies in her drawer are your basic cotton, 'little girl' knickers, ranging from basic white through to cute little animals of all descriptions.
Then, without consulting me, Rene wads up a pair of powder blue knickers and tosses them in the direction of her wastebasket, missing.
"Hey, what did you do that for?" I ask.
"They're old and they've got holes in them," she tells me dismissively.
"Well, let's see them anyway," I say, lifting her down to the floor.
I pick up the discarded scrap of cloth and hold them up to the light. Indeed, they do have holes, one about half an inch across to one side in the back and two smaller holes in front. "Here, try them on for me," I say, kneeling in front of her and holding them open.
She steps into the leg holes, and I pull them up. They are quite a bit too small for her, but this only serves to outline her tiny, plump mound. One of the front holes is right over the crease separating her pussy lips, giving a glimpse of her slit, and the other reveals a tiny patch of pale white skin on her left labia. The hole in back also shows off a small expanse of soft white skin.
"What do you think, Alison?" I ask, turning Rene to face her.
"They're rude!" she giggles in a little girl voice.
"Now let's see what we can find for me," I say, smiling.
With exaggerated waggles of their tiny bottoms, the girls precede me into their mother's room and proceed to empty my bag onto the floor. A moment later, Rene crows in triumph and holds up a leopard print, 'cache sex', that an older girlfriend had given me. Giggling, she dresses me, having a little trouble stuffing my half-hard cock into the tiny pouch.
Then, with a little playful pushing and shoving, we line up in front of the full-length mirrors that form the doors of the wardrobe, to inspect ourselves. We present an absolutely obscene sight. A ten-year-old girl, in knickers designed to show off, rather than conceal the lines of her hairless, pre-teen pussy. Her five-year-old sister, in knickers so tight that every fold of her fat little pussy is clearly outlined beneath the taut fabric.
And standing between them, with his hands on their shoulders, a thirty-year-old, overly hirsute man with the darkening head of his stiffening cock, peeking out of a leopard print posing pouch. A moment later, Rene pushes a finger into the hole at the top of her slit, and my cock shoulders its way clear of the pouch that can no longer contain it.
"Oh, he wants a better look?" Alison says, making us giggle.
"Yeah, he knows a couple of sexy young ladies when he sees them," I say in reply. "Now come on, let's get breakfast before he decides to take a closer look at what's in your knickers."
Running ahead of me, they bolt for the kitchen, and I follow at a more sedate pace, which allows me to tuck my cock back inside my underwear. When I arrive, they already have most of the makings of a cold breakfast on the table, and Rene is carrying the milk and orange juice to the table as Alison brings bowls.
I make the mistake of allowing Rene to pour her own breakfast.Then when I go to clean it up, she won't let me until she has picked each and every Rice Bubble out of the young flood and popped it into her mouth, as Alison makes noises of disgust. I guess I could stop her easily enough, but her giggling lets me know that she knows this is not normally acceptable behavior, so I let her have her fun, confining myself to stern looks and a low rumbling in my throat, which she cheerfully ignores.
Chapter 14 - Sprung, Confessions Of A Gardener.
Twenty minutes or so later, as we are doing the dishes, the phone rings. Before I can get my hands out of the soapy water, Alison drops the plate she is holding on the bench with a clatter and dashes over to where the phone is hanging on the wall.
"Hello?" she says. "Oh hi Mama, he's doing the dishes." <pause> "Yeah we're great. How's Daddy?" <pause> "Oh! Well, are you having a good time?" <long pause> "That's good."
"Let me speak to her," Rene squeals, tugging on the cord and her sister's elbow.
"Yeah O.K.," Alison laughs, "Here Rene, Mama wants to talk to you."
"Hi Mama," the excited little girl bubbles, "Yeah, he's nice. I wet the bed and he let me sleep with him. And he read me a story too. And I love him to pieces." <pause> "Yes Mama."
"Here Greg," she hands me the receiver and takes Alison by the hand, leading her away, "Come on Alison, Mama says we've got to watch TV, because she wants to talk to Greg."
"Hello Cheryl, how are you and CJ?" I ask, "How's the holiday?"
"I'm Great, but CJ's still sleeping last night off. Apart from him drinking most of his winnings, the trip's been great. We're tied up at Barham for an hour or so while they take on water and wood for the boiler. Not that they need to, but it gives the tourists something to take photos of, I guess."
"Are the girls out of earshot?" she suddenly asks.
"Yeah, they've got some sort of cartoon on," I say, "Why?"
"Is my little girl a woman yet?"
Her question shocks me, and I respond with a dumb, "Huh?"
"Have you done the deed? Popped her cherry? You know, shown her how to make a baby?"
"Just what sort of sick, perverted bastard do you think I am?" I decide to try the angry approach, to see what's going on.
"The sort that gives a little girl what she wants without hurting her, of course," she replies, "I know all about Jenny. You see, I was working in the garden outside and I got to Alison's window while they were playing with their hairbrushes.
"I thought it was real cute, Alison learning about sex from her best friend exactly the same way I did. But then when Jenny said a man was better, my ears really pricked up. I listened in, to see if I could identify this sick pervert so I could get him put away.
"Well, I heard your name, but Jenny kept going on about how nice you were and how you always did what she wanted and never forced her and how it was her idea in the first place and you tried to talk her out of it. That made me realize that getting rid of you would really upset at least one little girl who loved you, because she would be forced to give evidence against you."
"It would never come to that," I interject, "I'd confess, before I'd let her be questioned."
"Even so, she'd still think that she had something to do with you going to jail. Anyway, I was just going to make sure that CJ never brought you anywhere near my girls - you see I recognized your name. But every time I thought about it, I got wet between the legs and I started trying to work out how to go about getting you here without CJ being around.
"When Dad had his scare the other day, just before my birthday weekend, I maneuvered CJ into suggesting you and bringing you around for the girls to meet. When Rene accepted you, I *knew* that Alison would be in the hands of somebody who would give her only what she wanted and not try to force anything else on her. And when I saw how Alison kept on giving you peeks at her tits and showing off her knickers when she thought nobody was watching, I knew that she'd chosen you to take her virginity."
"You saw that did you?" I ask, recovering enough to laugh.
"Yep!" She laughs back, "So did you make it special for her?"
"Yes," I reply, "I'd like to think so."
"Good," she says decisively, "I want to hear every juicy little detail when I get back."
"Uh, yeah," I say, "We still might have a problem though. You know how 'shy' is a good word to describe Rene, well take the middle letter and move eight places down the alphabet."
I listen to her counting through the letters of the alphabet, "I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P. P, shy, spy. Oh!"
"Yeah, spy," I say dryly, "While you were doing the weeding, she was counting dust bunnies in Alison's room."
"She was under the bed?" Cheryl says, giving a shocked little laugh.
"Correct. Then last night, after we thought she was asleep, she saw Alison kneeling between my knees charming the one-eyed trouser snake - don't worry, it was her idea - and this morning, I woke up just in time to paint her tonsils."
"Oh god!" Cheryl gasps, "I hope it didn't scare her."
"Surprised her quite a bit and then she saw me looking at her and froze. I think it would have been O.K., except Alison walked in before I could tell her I wasn't mad. She was terribly afraid that we would be mad at her, but we both cuddled and kissed her until she felt better and then we licked her face and tickled her till she nearly wet herself."
"Good. I'd hate to see her get hurt. You haven't tried to fuck her, have you?"
"No, between my wake-up call and Alison teaching her how to do the charming properly, I haven't had the time, nor the energy."
"Well, you might have just saved your balls," she says, in jest, "because the thought of my little baby girl getting her cherry popped is making me soak my drawers, and I don't want to miss seeing it happen."
"Ah, that might be a bit difficult, she's been playing with her hairbrush too."
"All the better, it won't hurt her when you do, do the deed."
"Guess what else Agent Double-O Five and a bit has been into," I say.
"I'm not sure I want to," Cheryl replies with a groan. "Go on, tell me the worst."
"Well, you know your super-secret hiding place?" I ask, "It's been compromised."
"Oh God no!" she gasps, "Does she know what those things are for?"
"Yep, she found the instruction manuals," I reply.
"There aren't any..." she begins, "Oh!"
"Yeah, they gave her a fairly good idea of what to do," I pause for effect. "And she's tried every one of them on for size except Mr. Big."
"Even I haven't tried that one!" Cheryl gasps, "CJ bought it for me as a joke. You mean she's tried everything else? Even the Black Mamba?"
"As much as would fit anyway," I say, "God, that was obscene, the bloody balls were hanging down by her knees and it stretched her so much, it looked like the bloody thing was a part of her body."
"Oh shit, don't say things like that," she gasps, obviously aroused, "This is a public phone booth and you're giving me an itch I can't scratch. But tell me, how in the hell did she manage to get that thing to fit in the first place?"
"Well, just about the same time she started playing with her hairbrush, she saw you cleaning one of your toys and she decided she wanted to be a 'big girl' too. So she went and hid in your room and waited for you to put it away."
"I remember that," Cheryl says, "I thought the little shit had gone outside."
"And then you went shopping and Alison was watching TV, so Rene locked herself in your room and went to work in a very scientific and thorough manner. She made it about halfway through your collection that day and since then, every time she's had a chance, she's tried a new toy.
"Her intention was to show you that she was a big girl too, as soon as she managed to accommodate Mr. Big."
"Oh my God, that thing would split her in half," Cheryl cries in shock. "I hope you put an end to that idea."
"Yeah, I convinced her to wait a little while before she grew up any more.
"You know, Alison's quite put out by her little sister," I continue with a chuckle.
"Why's that?"
"She can only get halfway through your collection before she has to stop."
"Well, there's not much that Rene can beat Alison at yet," Cheryl laughs, "but I *could* wish it was something a little more mundane. I'd hate to think about what might happen if she starts crowing about it."
"Actually, that's more or less how I found out about your toys in the first place. Though it was Alison, who was doing the boasting. She decided to show Rene what she could do, sat in my lap, and then told her that she couldn't do it. That made Rene mad and she went to your wardrobe and got out your case.
"One by one she demonstrated exactly what would fit, culminating with her stuffing four inches of the Black Mamba into her pussy and then challenging Alison to give it a try."
On the other end of the line, I hear a loud clunk and a series of muffled, gasping obscenities. A moment later, Cheryl picks up the receiver and apologizes, "Sorry about that, you just made me cum without touching myself."
Just then, I hear a warning tone and Cheryl hurriedly says, "Shit, I've got to go, I haven't got any change left. I'll try and call you from Swan Hill, but CJ might make that impossible. Christ, the way I feel now, I might just make sure of it. So if I don't, I'll see you when we get back, give my love to the girls and don't go ruining my baby girl's virtue until I'm there to <click>."
I hang up the phone and go into the lounge where the kids are watching Gargoyles. "Girls, we've got a problem," I say, "Your Mum says I'm not allowed to fuck Rene."
"Why not?" Rene asks in the interval that her sister leaves as she tries to pick up her jaw.
"Because she wants to watch," I grin, watching Alison's face.Her eyes threaten to pop from her head, and her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish as she tries to digest what I'd just said.
"She wants to watch you fuck Rene?" she gasps. "What about me?"
"What about you?" I ask.
"What did she say about me?"
"Oh, she just wanted to know if your first fuck was a good one, and then we talked about Rene." I ignore Alison as her expression shifts from shock to incredulity and say, "Guess what, Rene? Your Mama had an orgasm right in the phone booth when I told her about how you played with her toy dicks."
"Really?" the little girl squeals excitedly and jumps up and down, chanting "Mama had a 'gasm. Mama had a 'gasm."
Rene becomes suddenly somber as Alison cries, "Shut up, Rene!" She then turns scared eyes on me. "She knows about us?" she asks incredulously.
"Actually, I only really told her about Rene," I say. "She already knew you were going to fuck me before she left."
"She did?" Alison yelps.
"Uh-huh," I nod. "Next time you have a secret conversation, you might want to check outside the window as well as under the bed," I say with a grin. "Your Mama heard every word and every disgusting noise you and Jenny made."
I sit down on the couch and pat the seat beside me. "Come and sit here, and I'll explain it a bit better."
A moment later, I have a little girl snuggled up against my right side and a very little one cuddled under my left arm.
"Okay," I say. "Your mama heard you two fucking yourselves with your hairbrushes, and she thought it was cute because that's how she got started too. Then Jenny started talking about men, and your mama kept listening because she wanted to know who I was so she could tell the police.
"Lucky for me, though, she started to get hot, thinking about you fucking someone. And I think she guessed that you were going to do it soon anyway, and decided that I sounded like a nice guy and wouldn't hurt you like some people would. So when your grandad got sick, she tricked your daddy into getting me to babysit. She even bought those knickers for you."
"Does this mean I don't have to keep secrets from Mama anymore?" Rene asks.
"Well, not about this anyway," I say. "You'll have to make up your own mind about other secrets."
"What about Daddy?" Alison asks.
"Talk to your mother first," I reply, "because I think she's keeping it a secret from him. Okay?"
"Okay," she agrees. "What are we going to do now?""That's probably because she's worried about your daddy," I say reassuringly.
We quickly bundle everything back up and lock them in the back of my car, and after unpeeling Rene from my leg and moving her to my shoulders, we follow Anna along the bike path to the next street over.
One of the blocks has been cleared, and the frame of a house has begun to take shape on top of a poured concrete floor slab. Rather incongruously, a partially complete bathroom is visible through an open doorway. It is the only section of the house to have the plaster of the walls nailed up. A plastic tarp fixed over the ceiling joists protects it from the weather.
Beside the frame of the house is a medium-sized caravan, from which emerged the thin wail of a hungry baby. Before I can knock, Anna flings the door open and bounces inside, earning herself a sharp rebuke from a harassed-sounding woman.
Chapter 16 - Bread Cast Upon The Waters.
"I'm sorry, Mummy," Anna replies, somewhat abashed, "but I wanted to ask if I could have a picnic with some girls and their Daddy in the park."
"Anything to get you out of my hair," the woman cries, sounding so close to tears that I can't blame her for her uncharitable words. "Here, hold your brother so I can make his bottle first."
"His name's Greg, and the big girl is Alison," Anna chatters, "I don't know what the little girl is called. He says he wants to talk to you."
"They're here?" the woman yelps, sticking her head through the door to look at where we stand in an embarrassed huddle to one side of the door. "Oh God, I must look an absolute fright," she cries, her hands flying to her hair. "I'd invite you in, but the place is an absolute pigsty."
I pull the scrunchie from Alison's hair and muss it up, then run my fingers through my own until it stands on end. "There, we match," I say, grinning. "Now, if you don't mind us inviting ourselves in, you look like you could do with a nice hot cuppa."
She giggles, a little hysterically, at me and nods, not trusting herself to speak, as she steps back into the van. I lift Rene down from my shoulders, holding her on my hip as she won't let me put her down, and step up after her.
"You sit down there, and I'll fix you a cuppa," I order this strange woman, belatedly apologizing, "If you don't mind me taking over for a while."
She takes the indicated seat, saying, "No, I don't mind. I don't know who you are, but I could cheerfully kiss you right now."
"I'm Greg Mills, sometime knight in shining armor," I introduce us, "this is Rene, and that's Alison making a beeline for your baby. And much as it would please me for them to be my children, I have to admit that I'm just borrowing them for the weekend, while their parents are on holiday."
"I'm Jean Little, no longer a maiden," she smiles wanly, "but very much in distress. You've already met Anna, and the 'little bundle of noise' is Robert. Now I better get his bottle, before he remembers he's hungry."
"No, you sit there. I can see everything I need, and once I've plugged the hole in his face, we'll see about you. Okay?"
"Oh, thank you!" Jean says fervently, "My husband slipped when he was erecting a roof truss two days ago and broke his hip. I've been trying to cope, but between worrying about him and the baby keeping me up at night and Anna during the day, I'm beginning to lose it."
Working around Rene, who still has her face buried in my shoulder, I wash my hands and get a bottle and teat from the sterilizing solution, and after checking with Jean, measure out the right amount of formula. When I feel the kettle, it is obvious that Jean had been waiting for it to cool, and that explains the cranky baby. It's still a little warm, but I make up the formula anyway, setting it in a bowl of cold water for a few seconds to cool.
After checking the temperature, I hold out the bottle to Jean, saying, "Mummy spit, please."
"Huh?" she says, confused.
"Suck the teat for a second," I say, "He'll recognize the taste of your saliva and take the bottle faster."
"That's a new one on me," she says after briefly sucking on the bottle and grimacing at the taste. "Where did you learn that?"
"My neighbor," I reply, "I also borrow her kid on a fairly regular basis. You can do it to his dummy too, it works just as good as honey and it doesn't rot their teeth."
Peeling Rene back enough to look into her face, I ask, "Do you want to feed the baby?"
She immediately slithers down to the floor and takes the bottle from me. I follow her to the other end of the van, where the two older girls are struggling to keep Robert's attention. Lifting Rene into the middle of the bed, I arrange Robert, who is beginning to whimper, in her lap and show her how to hold him and the bottle. He looks to be about four months or so old, and as soon as the bottle touches his lips, his fists come up to grasp it.
Leaving the older girls to supervise Rene with the baby, I return to the front of the van, refilling the kettle and switching it on on the way.
"Do you have any kids of your own, Greg?" Jean asks as I shove a pile of nappies aside and sit down opposite her.
"No, not yet," I reply. "I haven't found anybody willing to settle down with me yet."
"You're kidding?" she says incredulously. "You know so much about them, and you worked around having Rene on your hip like you do it all the time. God, if I weren't already married, I'd be proposing about now."
"I have to warn you, I drool in my sleep," I say, laughing. "Mostly, I just borrow other people's kids. That way, you can usually give them back when they need changing."
"I can relate to that," she laughs. "Have you ever noticed that they save the smelly ones for company?"
"Of course," I laugh back.
"Now, before he finishes his bottle and the girls come back," I say, "there's something I should say."
"Sounds serious."
"Not yet, but it could be. It's about the park. I don't think it's a good idea to let Anna play there on the weekends. It's way too isolated for her to be there without supervision. It's okay after school, because half the kids from the school are there, but it's usually pretty deserted on weekends."
"Are you saying perverts hang out there?" she asks, her voice rising enough to attract the attention of the kids.
"Shush," I wait for the girls' attention to return to the baby and continue, "No, not at the moment, because it is so rarely used on the weekend. But it's going to get around that you've started to build here, and Anna might be in danger then, so I'd keep her close to you until a few people build on the street over there."
"How did you get the land anyway?" I ask, getting up to deal with the kettle. "I thought this was all one development that collapsed."
"It is. Sean, that's my husband, used to work for the developers, and when they went bust, he and the other employees were given land in lieu of back pay and redundancy. We wanted a block on the center road, but the receivers held onto that, waiting for the market to pick up again.
"Most of the others sold their land back to the new owners, but we held onto ours, and as our lease on the old place expired two months ago, we decided to move here as soon as Sean could get enough of the bathroom finished for us to use it. That way, we could save the rent money and build faster. Last weekend, we moved into the van here, and then Sean had his damned fall," she finishes, becoming distraught.
"Here, drink this," I say, wrapping her fingers around a mug of sweet, milky tea.
"God, how much sugar did you put in this?" she asks after taking a sip.
"Enough," I tell her, sitting down with my own mug, "Now drink, you need it."
We silently sit sipping our drinks until Rene interrupts, calling out, "He's finished his bottle. He's smiling at me."
"Oops," I say, grabbing a nappy from the pile beside me and throwing it over my shoulder, "time for damage control."
I quickly scoop Robert from Rene's lap and lift him to my shoulder, patting his back. A few seconds later, he lets go with a sustained burp that tells me I'd just averted a major disaster.
Once I'm sure he's not going to present us with any little surprises, I check his nappy and, finding it dry, I give the girls back their living doll and go back to my cuppa.
"You moved quick there," Jean comments.
"I had to," I laugh, "can you imagine the mess there would have been when those three made like a trade union and went out in sympathy."
"I can, and I thank you from the bottom of my stomach for avoiding it."
"You're welcome," I say, "Now, while we have such efficient babysitters, why don't you and I see to cleaning up a bit? You'll be much more cheerful if you're not constantly tripping over reminders of what you haven't had the time to do. And then we are going on a picnic."
"Oh God, how can I ever repay you?" she says, almost crying with relief.
"You don't," I reply, "you do whatever you can to help when you come across others in distress."
It takes a surprisingly short time for us to get the van cleared, with me in the kitchenette washing the dishes and sweeping the floor as Jean puts away the piles of clothing that have accumulated and makes the bed. At the same time, I steam-sterilize a couple of empty soft drink bottles in the microwave and fill them with boiled water, giving Jean a head start on Robert's next few bottles.
When she sees what I'm doing, she gives me a heartfelt "Thanks." and a quick buss on the cheek, blushing like a schoolgirl.
As soon as we have finished cleaning up, Jean chases me out of the kitchenette, beaming her gratitude and saying, "We can at least bring our own contribution to the picnic."
As she begins to cut sandwiches for herself and Anna, Anna announces, "He's wet, Mummy.""I wave her back to the bench, and with Anna to fetch for me, and my two to giggle at his little circumcised dick, I quickly have him changed and in a fresh pair of rompers. Then when they would reclaim their newest toy, I tell them it's time he was put down for a nap.
They give in with good grace and after watching me tuck him into his cradle, they retire to the table at the front of the van to play with Anna's Barbies. Rene, having gotten over her initial shyness, becomes so bossy that I have to rein her in.
Chapter 17 - The Picnic.
Ten minutes later, we are on our way back to the playground. Jean and I are carrying Robert in a capsule, and the girls are laden with a bassinet for Robert, his travel bag, and the food. When we arrive, my two dump their loads and make a beeline for the slide, while Anna, in a sudden fit of conscience, offers to help us set up.
However, Jean sees where her daughter would rather be and, taking the thought for the deed, thanks her and sends her off with a pat on the backside. A few minutes later, we have lunch laid out on the blanket, and a sleeping Robert transferred to the bassinet.
The girls come running when we call, attacking the simple feast as if they had not eaten in days. Then, when the sandwiches are nothing but a memory and the girls are engaged in a giggling belching contest, Jean produces a block of chocolate and distributes it among us. This causes Rene to surprise me and her sister by giving Jean a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then, having determined that nothing remains to fill their hollow legs, they try to drag me off to play with them. Laughing, Jean shoos me away, saying, "Go on, I'll be fine here with Robert, you've given me the first half hour to myself I've had since before we moved."
With me to provide the muscle, the first thing they want to try is the spinning egg. I beg off, telling them they should let lunch settle a bit first. So their next choice is the swings.
Fortunately for them, but not for me, there are three swings on the frame, and they have me running like a blue-arsed fly as I move from side to side giving each of them a push. At first, I give Rene tiny pushes, not wanting to scare her, but she soon starts shrieking, "Higher, Higher!"
Even when I have all three of them rising above my head on the back swing, she continues to exhort me to push her even higher. Abandoning the other two to their own devices, I concentrate my efforts on Rene's swing and soon have her rising to a height of ten or twelve feet at the top of each swing.
When I look to the others, Anna is swaying back and forth, pumping the swing so that she maintains a maximum height of five feet or so, while Alison has come to a full halt, her head turning from side to side as she incredulously follows her baby sister's movement. Again, she looks as though she is looking at her sister for the first time.
Leaving Rene to the forces of gravity and friction, I approach Alison and start spinning her swing, winding the chains together for about twenty turns before letting her go. Squealing with delight, she spins faster and faster, her hair flying out in a diaphanous cloud.
Of course, as soon as the other two see this, they want to try it too. Anna drags her feet in the dirt to bring herself to a quick stop, but Rene, her little legs too short to reach the ground, has to yell for me to stop her. I'm not sure that the swings are far enough apart to set all three girls spinning at once. So after stopping Rene, I wait for Alison to spin down and dismount.
She manages to take about four reeling steps before she collapses in a giggling heap, her head turning on her shoulders as her eyes follow the dictates of her inner ears. Leaving her sprawled indecorously on the grass, (her skirt barely covering her knickers) to recover on her own, I wrap the two outer swings around the support poles.
Having new devilry in mind, I get Anna to lie down in her swing, before winding her up. I tell her to pull her legs in if she wants to go faster and stick them out straight to slow down. Then, lifting her swing back and to the side, I release her, with a flick to her heels to impart a little extra speed.
Her happy shrieks pierce the air as she curls herself up as tight as she can, her spinning swing also moving in a larger circle as it winds down. When the movement of the swing has slowed to lazy oscillations, she stops herself with her feet and pulls herself to her feet, using the chains. Releasing the chains, she takes three staggering steps backwards and caroms off me, landing in a laughing heap at my feet.
"My turn!" Rene shrieks, flinging herself over the seat of the swing.
Smiling, I wonder what this adrenaline junkie has done with the shy little girl who had been afraid of her own shadow barely six hours earlier. I haul Anna to her feet and half carry her over to where Alison is sitting, her hair in complete disarray, and a happy smile on her face. When I lower Anna to the ground beside her, she flops backwards, throwing her arms wide.
After I wind Rene up and let her go, I join Alison and Anna on the ground, lying back between them and watching the clouds scud by. A moment later, Alison squirms around and makes a pillow of my stomach. On my other side, Anna sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. Her dress falls into her lap, and I can see the her little bottom tightly encased in white cotton and a little higher I can see her pussy pushing the fabric out between her legs.
They start talking about the latest exploits of Ken and Barbie, and not terribly interested in the subject of the conversation, I look over towards the blanket. Totally exhausted by the last couple of days, Jean now lies fast asleep, curled protectively around Robert, who she has moved onto the blanket with her.
A short time later, Rene staggers from the swing, somehow or other keeping her feet until she encounters mine and falls on top of her big sister. Alison cries out loudly in surprise and pain, and I hear Robert begin to fuss. I look over to the blanket and see Jean sit up and rock him back and forth, comforting him.
When he has settled down, she changes his nappy and then, tucking him under one arm, she comes over to us. "I think it's time we went home, Anna," she says, "Robert's spent enough time in the sun for one day."
"Do I have to?" Anna asks beseechingly.
"Well, I don't think we should impose on Greg any more," Jean tells her daughter, "He's already been more helpful to us than we have any right to expect."
"Where's the imposition?" I ask, "I'm already here with these two, and it's no chore to keep my eye on another. If you want to continue your half holiday, I'll bring her home before we leave."
"Well, if you're sure," Jean says.
"I'm sure," I reply, "It's no problem."
"Well, okay then. Can you send her back about three o'clock, if you don't want to leave before then. I want to get up to the hospital to see Sean," she smiles down to her daughter. "You be good now."
"Yes, Mummy," Anna replies cheerfully, trotting back to the blanket with her mother and helping her to pack up the baby's things.
Jean declares that she's perfectly fine when I offer to help her carry the things back to the van and heads off across the park to the bike track.
Chapter 18 - Little Exi-piss-ionists And Monkey Tricks.
"Well, what now?" I ask.
"The egg," is their unanimous reply.
I let them haul me to my feet and lead me over to it. We clamber inside, with Rene and I opposite Alison and Anna. Then, taking hold of the wheel in the center, I start turning it, going faster and faster. When it gets to the point where I can't grip and release quickly enough to go any faster, I carefully let myself back against the wall, being careful not to crush Rene.
With their weights almost tripled, their laughter is somewhat strained as they make astronaut faces at each other and try to lean into the center. Rene then discovers the fun of lifting her arm and letting it go limp so that it thumps me in the stomach. Unfortunately for me, under the high G's of the spinning capsule, her tiny arm has all the impact of a medicine ball, and being winded under normal conditions ain't funny. At something like two and a half G's, getting your breath back becomes almost impossible. In fact, by the time I do, Alison has brought the capsule to a standstill and is blowing on her hands to cool them.
A tiny tug on my sleeve makes me look down at Rene, her expression like that of a dog expecting to be kicked. "I'm sorry. Are you all right?" she whispers, almost crying.
"Oh, honey," I say, pulling her onto my lap and cuddling her, "it's all right, I know you didn't really mean it."
"You sure?" she asks.
"Yes, I'm sure," I reassure her, "now give me a kiss and we'll forget it. Okay?"
She tilts her head back for me and meets my lips with her own slightly parted. Although I would like to extend this kiss, I'm conscious of Anna's presence, so I keep it brief. As we separate, some wicked little imp makes her flick her tongue across my lips, and a moment later, she gives me a decidedly naughty grin.
Across from us, Alison and Anna have their heads together and are holding a conversation in low tones, thinking that I'm still comforting Rene, but I have no trouble hearing what they are saying.
"I need to pee," Alison is whispering.
"Me too," Anna replies, "I'll take you to my place."
"There's nobody around," Alison says, "why don't we just do it here."
"What about him?" Anna asks, shocked.
"So what," Alison says dismissively, "he's seen me before. We don't wear anything in the spa, and then afterwards, we had a shower together. You know how the water makes you want to pee if you haven't been for a while? Well, we thought it was pretty silly to get out, so we just did it there."
"You mean you've seen his thingy?""Anna asks, her voice rising to a point where I have to take notice.
"Alison," I ask, "what are you saying?"
"I was just saying how we don't wear anything in the spa and how we just peed in the shower afterwards because it was silly to get out," she explains.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because we need to pee and I don't want to go back to Anna's," she tells me. "Can we do it here?"
"You most certainly can't do it in here," I say, pointing at the floor, deliberately misunderstanding her.
"No, silly," she giggles, "outside. There's nobody who can see."
"Well, I don't know," I say slowly.
"I need to go too," Rene says from my lap, "Real bad."
"Well, I guess it'll be okay, but we'd better move back into the bush," I say, trying to sound reluctant.
Without further ado, Rene slides from my lap and, holding my hand, she leads me out of the capsule, dragging me at a half-run towards the trees and scrub on the other side of the bike track at the back of the park.
As soon as we are out of sight of the park and the bike track, she pulls her knickers down to her ankles and lifts the hem of her dress up to her waist, then squats in the dirt, half facing me. "Oh, I'll get my undies," she says and stands back up to strip them off and hand them to me.
This time when she squats, she faces me directly, and I get a perfect view of her little puffy slit. A moment later, she cuts loose with a strong, golden stream that spatters into the dust and leaf litter between her feet. As she pees, she holds her head down, watching the piss emerge from between the fat halves of her hairless baby pussy.
As she finishes and stands up, Alison lifts her skirt, showing off her skimpy little knickers, her bald cunt clearly visible through the practically transparent fabric.
"Oh, wow!" Anna gasps, "Where did you get those knickers?"
"Mama gave them to me," Alison replies with a grin, "Aren't they naughty?"
"I'll say," Anna says in a strange tone, "It almost looks like you aren't wearing any at all."
"Well, now I'm not," Alison giggles, stripping them off and handing them to me.
When she squats, she does so in a fashion that lets all three of us see between her legs. She places her feet as far apart as she can manage, then, as if that is not obscene enough, she separates her labia with her fingers, showing off every square millimetre of the inside of her pussy, from the small, glistening, pink hole at the base to her erect little clit at the top of her slit. As I watch, her urethral opening bulges and opens up, emitting a strong, yellow stream of urine onto the dirt.
Giggling, she begins to play with the flow, cutting it off completely and then expelling it in short, sharp bursts. Then, as her bladder empties, she reduces the flow to a mere trickle that runs down between her labia and over the entrance to her vagina and then her anus, to drip from the end of her tailbone. She finishes with three quick spurts, then takes her time standing up, grinning wickedly all the while.
By this time, poor Anna is standing with her legs crossed and her hand pressed into the junction of her thighs. "You won't tell Mummy, will you?" she asks, looking up at me beseechingly.
"No, I won't tell her," I reassure her.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
Grimacing with the strain of holding her pee, she modestly slips her hands under the skirt of her dress and quickly pulls her knickers off and hands them to me. A moment later, she pulls her dress up to her waist and drops into a squat so quickly that my knees ache in sympathy. So urgent is her need that even before her bottom hits her heels, she is pissing into the dirt.
Her large pussy lips are so tightly closed that the stream sprays a little wildly and wets her legs. With a strained grunt, she shuts off the flow and she uses her fingers to pull the plump lips of her mound apart. Her inner labia are surprisingly well developed for a girl of her age, and at the point where they meet, the tip of an amazingly large clit peeks from its hood. At the base of her slit, her vaginal entrance is little more than a puckered, pink dimple with a tiny dark hole at the center.
A second later, she sighs, pushing the pee from her body in a golden arch. Fifteen seconds or so later, the flow slackens to a dribble that flows over the dimple marking the entrance to her vagina, making her giggle a little at the tickling sensation.
A moment later, she stands, letting her dress fall, and looks up into my face, blushing prettily.
"Come on," I say, "let's get your legs dried off."
Jamming their knickers into my pocket, I lead them back to the blanket, smiling at the conversation that begins behind me.
"Piddling like that in front of him made me feel all funny," Anna whispers to Alison.
"Where?" Alison asks, "In your pussy?"
"Is that the place between my legs?" Anna asks, "That's where it felt funny, sort of tingly."
"Yeah," Alison answers, "When I feel like that, I sometimes rub my bumpy bit and it feels even better."
Pretending not to hear their conversation, when we reach the blanket, I rummage through the bag we'd brought our plates in for napkins.
"Mummy says I'm not supposed to touch myself there," Anna says, "She says it's nasty."
"No, it's not," Alison says, "I do it all the time and it feels really, really good. And MY Mama says it's all right too."
"Here you go, girls," I say, holding out a handful of paper napkins.
They each take one, and Anna watches as both Rene and Alison pull their hems up to their waists and push their hips forwards, almost in my face. Spreading their labia with their fingers, they wipe their pussies dry. Alison then drops her napkin on the grass and very deliberately runs her finger back and forth in her slit a couple of times, going so far as to insert the first joint of her finger into her vagina. Only when I give her a warning look does she take her hand away and drop her skirt.
"See?" she says to Anna.
Blushing, Anna pulls up her dress, just enough to clear her well-developed pussy, and immediately covers it with the napkin and her hand. She slowly wipes herself dry, then covers herself up again as she wipes up the errant droplets bespattering her legs.
Picking up Alison's napkin by a corner, I hold it out to her and point at the nearby bin. She gingerly takes it from me, and the three of them 'do the right thing', disposing of the soiled wads of tissue.
I hold out their knickers to them when they return, but as Anna reaches for hers, Alison asks, "Can we leave them off? The air feels nice on my bare pussy and bum."
"If you want to," I reply, feeling more comfortable with Anna's presence now that I know she's unlikely to tell her mother about anything.
"Good, the breeze makes my pussy tingle. What about you, is your pussy tingling?" she finishes, turning to Anna.
"Yeah, sort of," Anna replies, blushing. "Can we?" she asks me, "You can't tell Mummy though."
I mime buttoning my lip, making her giggle. After putting their knickers into my bag, I let the girls lead me over to the see-saw. All three of them cram onto one end, and I take the other. Even with all three of them to counterbalance me, I have to sit in, a good two feet from the end, to level it.
From where I sit, I have a perfect view up under Rene's little dress, and I happily drink in the sight of her perfect, little, baby pussy as we rock up and down. Nor does it take very long for her to notice the direction of my gaze. With a wicked grin, she moves one hand back between her legs and starts playing with her puffy slit, rubbing her fingers up and down the full length of her little crack, pushing her fingertip into her vagina at the bottom and making little circles over her clit at the top.
Then, just as she starts to become aroused, Alison gets a wicked thought of her own and whispers something to the other two. A few seconds later, as their end touches the ground, all three of them fall sideways off the see-saw. Fortunately for my tailbone, I'd guessed that was what she had had in mind, and I get my feet under me in time to keep from crashing into the ground.
A second later, I forget all about what sort of revenge I will extract, as Anna starts crying, her hand pressed to the inside of her thigh. Quickly, I move over to where they lie in a tumbled heap and kneel down.
Gently, but firmly, I pull her hand away to find a raw-looking scrape about two inches long and a nasty-looking black splinter, about half an inch long, under her skin about three inches down from her pussy. "Ouch!" I say, "That's got to hurt."
"It does," she sobs, curling up to look at it.
"Well, come on then," I say, scooping her up in my arms, "let's go over to the blanket and get it out."
Kneeling on the blanket, I gently lie her down, lifting the hem of her dress up onto her belly. To get at the splinter, I have to rest the side of my hand on her smooth mound, the tip of my little finger actually pressing into her tight slit over the entrance to her vagina.
Fortunately, about an eighth of an inch of the thick, evil-looking splinter still protrudes from her skin. Not giving her any warning, I take hold of the end and, holding her leg down, I give it a quick jerk, extracting it from her thigh. She jumps at the sudden pain, and her sobs, which have almost stopped, resume with renewed force.
Lifting her into my lap, I cup her warm little bottom in my hand and rock her back and forth, apologizing and explaining why I had to do it that way. Gulping, she gets her tears under control and smiles up at me wanly.
Taking my handkerchief, fortunately clean, from my pocket, I gently dry her tears, then ask if I can take another look. Nodding, she lies back down on the rug, pulls her dress up, and spreads her thighs. There is a tiny bead of blood at the point where the splinter had pierced the soft white skin of her inner thigh."I'm sorry," I say, "but I'm going to have to hurt you again. I want to squeeze some more blood out to wash out any dirt that's still in there. Will you be a brave girl for me and let me do it?"
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she nods jerkily, lifting her leg up for me. Again, I rest the side of my hand on the soft, warm skin of her little pussy, then warning her this time and giving her my handkerchief to bite on, I place my thumb and forefinger either side of where the splinter had been and squeeze out a large drop of blood.
She grunts with the pain, and when I look to her face, I see two shimmering tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Taking a napkin from the bag, I gently dab up the blood, and then folding it into a thick pad, I hold it over the scrape on her leg and use my handkerchief to tie it in place.
"How's that?" I ask, lifting her to stand in front of me. "Better?"
"Yes," she nods, then throwing her arms about my neck, she kisses me softly and says, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I say, hugging her back. "Do you want to go home?"
"Uh-uh," she shakes her head. "It's better now. See?" She takes a few steps, grimacing once as her thighs brush together.
"Well, okay if you're sure," I say, pushing myself to my feet and taking her hand, "Come on, let's watch these two burn their bums on the slide."
My little joke has the desired effect, cheering her up a little and making her giggle softly. She then looks up at me and asks, "Can I have the splinter so I can show Mummy?"
"Sure," I say. "If we can find it."
All three of us cast about the blanket, and a minute later, Rene gives a triumphant cry, holding her hand up with the splinter between thumb and forefinger. Taking it from her, I find an empty baggie in my bag, seal it inside, and drop it in with their knickers.
Hand in hand, we follow Alison and Rene to the big spiraling slide, and watch them climb the ladder, their little white bums flashing at us from beneath their skirts. At the top, Alison makes a production of sitting on the back of her skirt and pushes off with a whoop of joy, quickly descending to the bottom and running back around to the ladder. Rene too carefully tucks her dress under her bottom as she sits down and descends with a delighted shriek that ends with a grunt as she lands with a bump in the coarse sand at the bottom.
After watching them a couple of times, Anna decides that she is well enough to have a go for herself. Little white bum flashing under her skirt, she climbs the ladder and, shrieking happily, she descends to the bottom. The next time around, she wants to make a train, and she wants me to join in.
The other two gleefully fall in with her idea, and a moment later, I find myself ascending the ladder with three cute white bottoms and flashing hints of hairless pink cracks above me. As they are ascending in order of age, I find Alison's bum almost in my face, and a sweet musky odor in my nose that almost sends me wild with desire.
A second later, it is in my face, as she suddenly stops and thrusts it back. I blow a zoober into the pale soft flesh of her flawless young backside, making her squeal with laughter and push back against me. Opening my mouth, I gently bite into her tender white bottom, and she gets the hint, pulling away with a final shimmy and a giggle.
When we reach the little platform at the top, Anna asks incredulously of Alison, "Did you just fluff in his face?"
"No, silly," Alison giggles in reply, "He blew a fart on my bottom."
"Well, she stuck it in my face," I say defensively, as Anna turns a wide-eyed stare on me.
Giggling, they arrange themselves at the top of the slide, holding onto the sides while I slide my legs in beside them and wrap my arms about their waists. With whoops of joy, they let go, and quickly gathering speed, we descend to the bottom. Just before we reach it, I let go of the girls, letting them shoot off the bottom in a happily shrieking tangle of arms and legs, stopping myself so that I don't land on top and crush them.
On the next ascent of the ladder, Rene takes the rear, and about halfway up, she presents her tiny bottom for a zoober. Smiling, I set her flesh aquiver, delighting in the sweet sound of her laughter so much that I have to press my lips to the other side and do it again.
At the top, Alison gives me a mock dirty look for the double blast I'd given her sister as they take up their positions and wait for me to slip in behind them. As we descend, Alison's hair flies back, tickling my face, and my laughter joins theirs. Once again, I dump them, shrieking with shrill girlish laughter, into the sand. As they land in a jumbled heap, they give me tantalizing glimpses of their sweet young pussies as they untangle themselves.
On the third ascent, the other two push a furiously blushing Anna to the rear, but as she makes no actual objection, I don't interfere. As we ascend, I drink in the enchanting view of her little white buns and the tight slit that briefly appears and vanishes at the top of her thighs. Indeed, I'm so engrossed at the sight that when she stops, I continue, bumping into her, my nose slipping between her small white buttocks.
She squeals at the unexpected contact, almost falling back against me, then steadies herself, waiting for me to blow into the milky white flesh. Happy, nay, eager to comply, I blow half a dozen or so quick zoobers on her little bottom, making her squeal joyfully and pull away, then push back for more.
When I stop, I imagine I can detect a slight whiff of little girl musk as she falteringly finishes her ascent. At the top, as we slip into place, I overhear her confide in a whisper to Alison, "That made my pussy place tingle."
Alison giggles in reply, saying nothing, as she waits for me to slip in behind them. At the bottom of our whooping descent, I brake myself only briefly before throwing myself over the giggling trio, catching myself on my hands as they shriek in mock terror.
Having exhausted the possibilities of the slide, they tow me over towards the intricate jungle gym and start swarming all over it, Alison then Rene flashing their backsides at me whenever the opportunity presents itself. A minute or so later, Anna blushingly joins in, deliberately facing me and climbing the ladder to the monkey bars two steps at a time.
As their play continues, they become bolder in their activities, vying with each other to see who can put on the naughtiest show, consciously facing me as they climb and turning their backs to me whenever they bend over. As my cock stiffens in my pants, Rene ups the ante, grasping a low bar and somersaulting through her arms, briefly hanging with her dress in the small of her back and her bottom on display, before dropping to the sand and standing up.
Anna's blushing display starts with her climbing the ladder of the monkey bars two at a time, then pulling herself onto the top and crawling along to the center. Then turning sideways, she grabs the rail beside her knees and drops, swinging back and forth a few times. With her dress pulled high by her arms stretched above her head, the hem barely covers her pussy, and as it flaps in the breeze of her motion, I'm treated to tantalisingly brief glimpses of her little slit. A few seconds later, she drops to the sand, her knees bending to take the impact, and then falls back onto her hands, her amazingly mature mound with its tight young slit on deliberate display for several seconds before she brings her widespread thighs together and pushes herself to her feet. Blushing furiously, she turns to watch what Alison will do.
Alison's lewd display begins with her climbing onto the top of the monkey bars and straddling them, her tight denim skirt bunched up around her waist as she humps her way along to the middle. Then checking to be sure we are watching, she hooks her legs over one bar and lowers herself between it and the next, briefly hanging by her hands and knees. Then letting go with her hands, she hangs upside down, her smooth, hairless mound bulging prominently at the junction of her thighs as she swings back and forth. Then pulling herself back up, she somersaults through her arms and spreads her legs wide for a couple of seconds before letting go and dropping to the sand.
Rising with a smirk for me, she takes Anna aside, their heads together as they talk, punctuating their whispers with wicked little giggles on Alison's part and embarrassed ones on Anna's. I worry for a bit that Alison might spill the beans, but though Anna does throw a few looks my way, they are those of a little girl making sure they are not being overheard, and I decide that Alison will be discreet. Well, sort of discreet anyway.
Taking a pouting Rene by the hand, I lead her over to where a flying fox runs between two platforms and lift her onto the higher of the two. Climbing onto the lower one, I throw the handle up to where she can catch it. As she reaches up to grasp the handhold, her dress rides up, revealing a tiny hint of her puffy little slit. With a wild yell, she throws herself from the platform. As her full weight falls onto her arms, her dress rides even higher, the hem level with the top of her slit. She slides down the gently inclined rail with increasing speed until she reaches the bottom, then as the handle comes to an abrupt halt, she continues forwards, falling into my arms with a happy shriek.
Giving her bottom a quick squeeze under her dress, I lift her back to the handle and give her a push up to the other platform where Alison catches her. Then taking hold of the handle herself, Alison throws herself at me as hard as she can, lifting her legs high and wide as she rushes towards me.Not wanting to wear one of those flying feet, I quickly move between them, and she hits me high in the chest, the impact knocking me over backwards. Looking down at me from her seat astride my chest, she giggles and rises to her knees and then stands, the white flesh of her sweet, young pussy starkly visible in the shadows beneath her skirt.
As I prepare to push her back up to the other platform, I take a handful of her bottom, sliding my thumb under the short hem of her skirt and briefly rubbing it along the damp crease between her legs, making her squeal and push back against me. I caress her little pussy for a few seconds, coating my thumb with her juices, then send her on her way up to the younger girls.
While Anna's attention is diverted by catching Alison, I quickly lick the sweet nectar of Alison's pussy juices from my thumb and take up station, sitting right on the edge of the platform, squarely beneath the rail.
As she shoves off, Anna too, lifts her legs and parts them, giving me a perfect view of her little pussy as she rushes towards me, but this time I am better prepared for the impact, catching her in my arms and lowering her to my lap, where the solid lump of my erect prick presses against her pussy, through the thick material of my jeans. It takes her a few seconds to realize what is pressing against her, and when she does, she blushes prettily and quickly pulls herself to her feet.
Not wanting to scare her, I send her back with a simple push on the bottom and wait for her to hand over the handle to Rene. As soon as Rene is on her way, Anna goes into a huddle with Alison, their glances in my direction, making it obvious that she is telling the bigger girl about feeling my cock. A second later Rene thumps into my chest and slides down into my lap, my hands cupping the warm globes of her bare little bottom beneath her skirt. I give them a quick squeeze, pulling her against me and gently rocking her up and down a few times, making her giggle. I then lift her up and shove her back towards the other girls.
This time around, I manage to withstand the considerable impact of Alison thumping into me and remain upright as she slides down into my lap, where she briefly rubs herself against me, then with a wicked smile, she places her hand in my lap and gives my cock a quick squeeze as she pushes herself upright. When she turns to grasp the handle of the flying fox and I lift my hand to fondle her wet little pussy, she thrusts her bum back at me, impaling herself on my thumb with a soft squeak. After giving her tight little cunt a couple of quick pokes with my thumb, I suck the my thumb clean behind her back, savoring the sweet ambrosial taste of her sexual fluids, then send her on her way.
As Anna comes flying towards me, I see Alison say something to Rene and decide that this will be the last time, as the look Rene gives me, makes me shudder to think what she might do to top her sister.
A moment later, Anna makes it definite. As she approaches with a wild whoop, she lifts her legs too high and they go either side of my head. Catching her with my hands about her waist, I allow myself to fall backwards, absorbing the momentum of her impact with my arms. I finish with her sitting on my face, her little pussy against my lips. As I lift her from me, I can't resist blowing a raspberry into her skin at the point where her prominent mound begins to curve outwards from her belly, just above her slit.
With a wild, giggling squeal, she rolls to one side and I worry that I've scared her, but when I sit up, I find her sitting with her back to the other girls as she inspects her pussy. She blushes when she notices me watching, but instead of covering up, she points at her fat clit, rubbing it gently with her fingertip as she whispers, "That made me feel all tingly right here."
"Did you like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she nods, continuing to rub her clit, "and rubbing it like this makes it feel even better."
"Well, you'd better stop it now," I say, "You can try it some more later."
Waving at the other two to join us, I jump down from the platform and swing Anna in a big circle as I lift her down. Big mistake, Rene comes flying up to me begging me to swing her around too. Laughing, I take her and Anna by the hand and lead them out onto a soft grassy spot. Then waving Anna back, I slip my hands under Rene's arms from behind and clasp them across her chest.
Lifting her feet off the ground, I start spinning faster and faster, until her feet are aimed at the horizon and she squeals with delight. When I slow down and release her, she takes two staggering steps then falls in a heap. She tries to stand up several times, giggling wildly as she falls back to the turf over and over again. Finally, she gives up and rolls onto her back, her eyes rolling in her head as she stares up at the spinning clouds, unconcerned that her dress is bunched up above her waist.
Giving me little time to recover, Anna claims her turn, pulling my hands under her arms and putting them together in front of her chest. Smiling at her enthusiasm, I entwine my fingers and start spinning. When I release her thirty seconds later, she doesn't even manage a single step before collapsing on top of Rene with a giggle.
Waving Alison away, I lean forwards, my hands on my knees as I recover my breath and sense of balance. When I do straighten up, she immediately places her wrists in my hands, and asks me to spin her that way. Groaning, I start turning slowly, with her taking a few running steps before she lifts her legs from the ground. As I pick up speed, I lean back, spinning faster and faster until I'm almost stumbling over my own feet.
A few seconds later, I start slowing down until her toes brush the grass. Pulling her knees up a little, she twists, trying to get her feet under her as she comes in for a landing. A moment later, she deliberately digs her heels into the turf, tumbling to the ground, shrieking as she pulls me down on top of her.
Laughing, I start attacking her ribs, tickling her unmercifully in revenge. As she squirms, her shirt pulls from her skirt, exposing a widening expanse of lightly tanned skin. Then as soon as her cute little belly button comes into view, I press my lips to it and blow hard. Shrieking loudly, she brings her knees up, trying to protect her belly from my assault, but I'm too quick for her. Slipping my hands beneath her, I hold her pressed to my lips as I blow zoober after zoober into her belly button, not stopping until her struggles weaken and she begins to gasp for breath.
Sitting back, I look down on her, as she lies gaping like a goldfish trying to draw air into her tortured lungs. I notice that her shirt has ridden up under her arms and her skirt has rucked up around her waist. I let her recover for a little while, then pinning her flat, I blow three last zoobers, one each on her puffy titty mounds and a final sustained blast at the top of her mound, right over her clit. This last making her arch her back and force her sweet little puss, hard against my lips.
When I look up, I meet Rene's wide-eyed stare, while beside her Anna just smiles, her hand gently rubbing her mound through the fabric of her dress as she remembers the sensation a similar treatment had induced in her own pussy. Below me, Alison gives me a curious little smirk as she rearranges her clothes.
"Well, I don't know about you lot," I say, slowly pushing myself to my feet, "but I'm pooped."
Leaving them to do as they wish, I only slightly exaggerate my stagger as I make my way over to the blanket and sit down. Pulling a half-empty bottle of Fanta from the ice in the esky, I take a long pull. As I lower the bottle, Rene snatches it from my grasp and takes a drink, before passing it on to Anna, who in turn passes it on to Alison, who drains the last couple of mouthfuls and tosses the bottle onto the blanket.
Then turning to me, she asks, "Can Anna come home with us and play in the spa?" Her request, echoed in the pleading eyes of the other two girls.
"I don't know," I reply slowly, "I think her mother wants her to go and visit her dad in the hospital."
"No, she doesn't," Anna says, "I have to stay outside with the nurses."
"Come on, let's ask her then," Alison says, grabbing my hand and trying to tug me to my feet. A moment later, Rene and Anna take hold of my other hand and I allow them to pull me to my feet.
But when they try to lead me towards the bike track, I hold back, saying, "Let's get packed up here first and then I'll drive us around."
They're so eager to get going that in less than a minute they have the rubbish stuffed in the bin, and everything else packed away. As Alison and Anna start hauling the esky across the grass, I ask, "Hey, haven't you forgotten something?"
As they turn back to me, I extract their knickers from my bag and hold them up. Giggling, they leave the esky and take their undies from my hand. Then after they have slipped them on, I suggest that they leave the esky to me and concentrate on the rest. A minute later, after giving Anna her splinter, I slam the boot and bundle them into the back seat.
Almost before the car has stopped, they tumble out of the car and are flying up the drive towards the caravan, only at the last minute, do they remember the baby and come to a sudden halt as they wait for me to catch up.
Chapter 19 - Anna Joins In.
Carefully opening the door, Anna leads the way inside, then her patience exhausted, the words tumble from her lips as she asks, "Can I go and have a spa with Alison and Rene, please Mummy?"
"What was that, Anna?" asks Jean muzzily.
Realizing that Jean had been asleep, I stop with my foot on the step.
"Can I go to Alison and Rene's place and have a spa with them? Please?""What? Where's Greg?" Jean asks, still not quite with it.
"I'm out here," I reply. "Can I come in?"
"Of course, come in," she replies. Then as I step up into the van, she says, "I guess I didn't realize just how much the last couple of days took out of me. What's this Anna's saying?"
"Alison invited her over to play in the spa with her," I explain. "I suggested that you might want her back, but they insisted we ask you anyway."
"Well, I wouldn't want to impose on you any further, you've done so much for me already, but she does get pretty bored waiting at the nurses' station while I visit Sean. They've still got him pretty well doped up and I don't want her to see him like that," she explains.
"But if it's okay with you, I guess she can go. There is one problem though - she doesn't have a suit. She grew out of her last one, and with summer over, I haven't bothered to get her another."
"That's all right," I answer before Alison or Rene say why she won't need one. "She can wear a pair of knickers and a t-shirt. Or we might be able to find an old suit of Alison's."
Anna emits a single shrill, squeal of delight, then remembering her sleeping brother, she slaps her hand across her mouth. "Sorry, Mummy," she mumbles.
Her eyes twinkling, Jean says, "That's all right. Now let's find you something to wear."
"Can she have tea with us too?" Rene asks. "It's pizza."
"I guess so," Jean laughs, picking up her purse. Handing me a ten-dollar note, she says, "Here, this should cover her share and get them all an ice cream each too."
"Come on, you," she turns to her daughter. "Let's get some clean clothes on you."
As Anna protests, "I'm not a baby, Mummy!" Jean takes hold of the hem of Anna's dress and strips it off her.
"What did you do to yourself this time?" Jean asks resignedly, noticing the handkerchief tied around her daughter's leg.
"Jumped off the see-saw and I got a splinter, see," Anna answers, taking the dress from her mother and rummaging through the pockets for her souvenir.
"That's a beauty," Jean says appreciatively, admiring the splinter in its bag. "Just what were you doing jumping off the see-saw anyway?"
"Trying to dump me," I answer with a laugh.
"Oh, you didn't?" Jean cries in a shocked voice.
"Well, I think it was Alison's idea, and because Anna was stuck between the other two, she got what Alison should have," I say in Anna's defense.
"Well, let's have a look at it," Jean says, removing the handkerchief. "Oh, you did do a good job. Turning her daughter around to inspect the scrape, which continues around onto the back of her leg, she says, "These just won't do at all. Just what have you been sitting in?"
Thinking, 'Those knickers were clean when I gave them back,' I have a quick look. Obviously, in an attempt to show that she had not had her knickers off, Anna has rubbed dirt into the seat of her knickers while we were packing.
"Well, let's get these off," Jean says, grasping the waistband of her daughter's knickers.
"But he'll see my, my... thingy," Anna protests, waving her hand vaguely as she trails off into silence, a sweet blush suffusing her cheeks.
"Don't be silly, child," Jean chides, "you're much too young to worry about that sort of nonsense. Now hold still."
"Ouch!" Anna cries as her mother scrapes the leg band of her knickers over the graze on her leg.
"Sorry," Jean says contritely, "Now you wait there while I get you some clean clothes."
As her mother turns her back and moves towards the other end of the van, Anna smiles naughtily and drags her finger along the length of her slit, then schools her expression as her mother returns with a blue and white striped, cotton, print dress, a blue cable knit jumper, and another pair of plain white knickers.
Laying the dress and jumper on the table, Jean helps her daughter into the knickers. After she has slipped the dress and jumper on, she wets a cloth at the sink and scrubs her protesting daughter's face, then drags a hairbrush through her daughter's curls.
"There, now you won't embarrass me," Jean tells her daughter as she steps back to survey her handiwork.
"What time do you want me to bring her back?" I ask.
"You don't have to do that," Jean protests, "I can pick her up."
"Nonsense," I say, "you've got a baby and a husband in the hospital to worry about. Now, what time?"
"Well, if you're going to be like that," Jean huffs, smiling to take the sting out of it, "Is eight too late?"
"No, that's fine," I say.
We exchange phone numbers, and she gives me a bag containing a towel, T-shirt, and another pair of knickers for Anna. Then with a kiss goodbye and an admonishment to be good, Jean entrusts her daughter to my care.
A minute later, we are on our way. In the rearview mirror, I notice Anna and Alison have their heads together, and I overhear snatches of their conversation. "... even better ... Mummy might have caught me." "I know, ... it ...s good ... get caught." "... think he might let me see it?"
At this point, Rene pipes up, and in a low but clearly audible voice, she says, "Yeah, and you can touch it too. It feels really neat."
Both bigger girls gasp and glance in my direction, so I pretend not to have heard Rene's words. And as the cat's out of the bag, I am curious to hear what Anna has to say to this. A few seconds later, once they are sure that I have not heard, they continue, and because they think I can't hear them, their voices are slightly louder as they include Rene in the conversation.
"Wow, what's it like?" Anna asks.
"Well, it's like your brother's, but a lot bigger, of course, and it's got lots of hair like his beard around it," Alison answers.
"I know that much!" Anna says scornfully. "What's it feel like? Mummy hit me when I tried to touch Robert's."
"Really funny," Rene says. "It's like it's got a bone in it, but you can still bend it a bit. It's really soft on the outside, and the skin moves up and down too, so it covers up the purple bit on the end."
"Hey, Robert's isn't like that," Anna says. "His is all floppy, and the end isn't purple either."
"Oh, his is like that too, most of the time. But remember what you said on the flying fox? It gets hard like that when he looks at our pussies and when we rub it."
The conversation has to stop at this point, as we are nearly home. I stop at the milkbar, and followed by all three girls, I enter the shop. The girl behind the counter is the same one who had served us the day before, and she raises her eyebrow at the addition to our party.
"I'm collecting little girls," I say with a straight face, "Have you got any you want to get rid off?"
"Well, I do have a little sister, who can be a real pain in the butt sometimes," she laughs, "but I think I'll keep her. Mum might not understand. What can I do you for?"
"Oh, you could normally 'do' me for nothing," I laugh and wave my arm encompassing the three girls clustered around the freezer, "but I'm already taken. So you'll have to settle for selling me four ice creams and a carton of milk."
"Ooh, you are saucy," she giggles; a perfect imitation of the big-breasted young blonde from the 'Carry On' movies.
Rene, having decided that the side of the freezer will not become transparent, no matter how hard she stares at it, makes a beeline for the lolly counter. Scruffing her by the back of the collar as she passes me, I guide her back to the freezer and lift her up so she can make a selection.
After paying the girl and confiscating the ice creams for her to put in a bag, I entrust Rene with the important job of carrying it until we get home. Then, saying goodbye, we take our leave.
"Hurry up and light the heater," Alison says almost as soon as the door closes.
"Why?" I ask.
"So we don't have to put our clothes back on when we get out of the spa, silly," she answers with a grin.
"But we have a guest," I tease, "You can't just run around without any clothes on."
"But what about the spa?" she asks.
"You'll just have to wear a T-shirt with your bathers since I haven't fixed the top yet."
"You mean we have to wear clothes?" Anna asks in dismay. "I wanted to see your penis thingy." She then slaps her hand over her mouth, "Oh, don't tell Mummy I said that."
"Don't worry, I won't," I reassure her, "and I was only teasing. If you want to run about without any clothes on, you can."
"What about you?" she asks.
"Me too, I guess, but you can't tell anybody either," I say, winking, making it a joint conspiracy. "Not even your best friend, because she might tell somebody, who might tell somebody else, who tells your mummy."
"Okay," she winks back, grinning.
Kneeling down in front of the heater, I sort out the instructions and get it lit. When I turn back, I find myself face to face with three bare naked little girls, cheesy grins plastered across their faces, though Anna's is a trifle self-conscious, and her cheeks are flaming.
"It's your turn now," she giggles.
"Why don't you put the ice creams in the freezer first," I say, "We'll have them after our pizza." Like a shot, Rene snatches up the bag, disappears into the kitchen, and returns almost before I can draw my breath.
Grinning at her eagerness to show me off to her new friend, I quickly strip down to my jocks, tossing my clothes on the pile they had begun. I stop with my thumbs in the waistband and ask, "Would you like to take them off, Anna?"
Nodding slowly, she steps forward and takes hold of the sides of my jocks and with a quick yank, pulls them down to my knees and lets them fall to the floor. As I step out of them, we both take a step backwards, she with her eyes locked solidly on my dangling member.
"Oh!" she gasps, "It's dangly." As I feel her eyes boring into my groin, my cock begins to rise, "Oh wow, it's getting bigger.""That's because you're staring at him," I tell her, "and he's standing up to have a look at you."
"Can I have a closer look?" she asks.
"Of course," I say.
In complete contrast to Alison and Rene's broad grins, Anna's face is very serious, her little forehead furrowed in concentration as she steps forward and bends over to bring her face closer to my still growing member. She starts to bring her hand up, then snatches it away and clasps it in the other behind her back.
"You can touch it if you want," I tell her.
"Can I!" she says excitedly, "Mummy yelled at me and called me a nasty little girl when I tried to touch Robert's. I only wanted to see what it felt like." She finishes on a slightly plaintive note.
"Well, I'm not your mummy," I say, "If you want to learn about boys with me, you can, but only if you want to and you're not just doing it because you think these two will think you are a baby."
"Oh, I want to," she breathes fervently.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she brings her little fingers up to lightly brush along the length of my shaft. Her delicate, feather-light touch being all that it takes to bring me to full hardness. "Oh, it is soft!" she exclaims in surprise, "And it's warm too."
"Gently there," I warn as she moves her hand down to cup my balls, hefting them in the palm of her hand.
"What are they?" she asks.
"They're my balls," I tell her, "They make my sperm."
"What's that?" she asks.
"It's yummy," Rene says.
"It's this white cream that squirts out of his penis after you suck on it for a while," Alison explains.
Anna whirls to stare at the two grinning imps behind her. "You suck on his penis?" she cries appalled, "That's where his pee comes out!"
I give Alison and Rene a suppressing look, saying, "It's okay, Anna, it's totally different from pee. Let's get in the spa and I'll explain it to you."
"Okay," she agrees.
As soon as I step into the gently roiling water and sit down, Alison and Rene begin to scuffle over my lap. "Hey, you two, stop it. Anna's our guest and she gets first choice." Turning my head to look up at her, still standing on the rim of the spa, I ask, "Would you like to sit on my knee?"
"Uh-huh," she nods.
Taking her hand in mine, I help her step down into the water and help her sit sideways in my lap, so that she can look up into my face. Once she is settled, her head on my right shoulder and my right hand lightly clasping her upper thigh.
With my other hand, I lightly caress her legs from knee to ankle as I ask, "Has your mummy told you anything about where Robert came from?"
"She said he was in her tummy," Anna says quietly, "and that was why she got fat for a while, but when I asked how he got in there, she said that was a bad question and if I ever asked again, she'd make me bite the soap."
"What does 'bite the soap' mean?" Rene asks curiously, ceasing her friendly tussling with her sister.
"If I say something bad, she makes me bite into a piece of soap," Anna explains.
"You mean like 'fuck'?" Rene asks.
The expression on Anna's face is a mixture of shock and fear as she looks up into my eyes to see what I will do. When I smile reassuringly, she nods "Yes" to Rene.
Grinning, Rene begins a litany of obscenities, "Cock, dick, cunt, pussy, shit, arsehole..." her grin widening as Anna flinches slightly under the impact of each forbidden word.
"Enough!" I say sharply, "I think she gets the picture." Looking down at Anna, I gently say, "Ignore the little slut, she's only showing off. This morning, she was calling my penis a doodle."
"You mean those words aren't bad?" she asks.
"No, not really," I answer slowly, "It's more how you use them and who you say them to. You have to be really careful who you say them to, though, because most people don't think little girls should know what they mean. And you shouldn't teach them to your friends, because if they say you taught them, then your mummy might hear about it and she'd go and get the soap."
"Does that mean I should wait until I hear someone else say them first before I use them?" she asks.
"Exactly!" I say approvingly, "Unless, of course, it's someone like your Daddy, when he hits his thumb with a hammer."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously, then asks, "Are you going to tell me about babies now?"
"Sure," I say, "Okay, you know a baby grows inside a woman's tummy. Well, it gets made when a man's sperm joins up with a tiny little egg inside her, and that egg starts growing until nine months later, the baby is born."
"How does the sperm join with the egg if it's in her tummy?" she asks, "Does she swallow it? Does that mean Alison and Rene are going to have babies?"
Both of the little girls sitting opposite us giggle madly, their mouths, which they had opened to say something, snapping shut as I give them a withering look.
"No," I answer, giving her a reassuring hug as she begins to look a little hurt by their amusement at her ignorance, "First of all, you are all too young to have babies, though Alison's body is nearly ready. And second, the baby doesn't actually grow inside a woman's stomach, it grows in a special place called the uterus, which is at the bottom of her tummy, here." I trace a small upside-down triangle just below Anna's belly button.
"Would you spread your legs a little bit?" I ask, gently pushing against her right knee.
Without resistance, she allows me to push her knees apart, allowing me access to her most intimate recesses. I begin to slowly slide my hand up between her thighs, giving her plenty of time to object or stop me. She looks up at me trustingly, not even twitching as my finger comes into contact with the tightly closed lips of her well-developed cunt.
"Here," I say, lightly touching her at the base of her slit, "this is where the sperm goes in. You know there's a hole here, don't you?"
She nods and murmurs "yes."
"Well, it's called a vagina, it goes up inside you and it's connected to your uterus. A man puts his penis inside it and after a while, he squirts his sperm."
"You said it was called 'semen'," Alison objects pedantically.
"Don't be a smarty-pants," I say, "I'm trying to make this easy for her to understand."
Turning back to Anna, I continue, "As Miss Smarty-Pants over there just pointed out, the creamy stuff that comes out of a man's penis is actually called semen, and it's full of the sperm that his balls make. Do you understand what I've said so far?"
"I think so," she says in doubtful tones, "But isn't that where I pee out of?"
"No," I say, "The place you pee from is further up." I gently prise her pussy lips apart and touch her over her urethral opening, tickling it with my fingertip. "Here, this is where you pee from." I then slowly drag my fingertip a little lower and press against the tight little opening to her vagina. "Your vagina is down here."
Her lips part slightly, and her breathing quickens slightly at the intimate touch. "But how can your penis fit in there? That's a very little hole."
"It stretches a lot," I tell her, silencing Alison and Rene with a glance as they open their mouths to speak. "It's got to, because that's also where the baby comes out once it's ready."
As I speak, I gently circle her vaginal entrance with the tip of my little finger. Ever so slowly, I feel the muscles puckering the skin relax, and as I press inwards, it gives way and allows my finger to slowly enter her body, slipping into a warm, extremely tight sheath, which is surprisingly slippery.
"Ooh!" she says, her voice little more than a soft exhalation. "Your finger's going into me."
"How does it feel?" I ask gently, stilling my finger, with less than half of the first joint inside her.
"Sort of funny," she says, "Like your finger is filling me up." Her little face takes on a look of extreme concentration as she considers the sensation of having her pussy penetrated for the very first time. A few seconds later, she smiles up at me, "I like it, it's nice."
Encouraged by her trusting acceptance of my digital penetration of her immature vagina, I pull my finger out and gently reinsert it, pushing a little deeper. Then, with slow, gentle strokes, I slide my finger in and out of her tiny vagina, penetrating a little further each time until the tip of my little finger brushes against the thin, delicate membrane of her hymen.
"Oh, don't stop," she says in disappointment as I withdraw my finger. "That felt nice." then, "Ooh!" as I try my middle finger.
There is a little more resistance to the larger intruder, but her happy smile never wavers as the tight ring of muscle surrounding her vaginal entrance dilates and allows the entry of my much thicker middle finger. Sighing contentedly, she opens her legs further and wriggles into a more comfortable position against my chest.
Ever so gently, I explore the gossamer-thin tissue of her maidenhead, wishing that I had more time with her, enough time that I might be able to make love to her properly. But with only a few hours before I have to take her back to her mother, I limit myself to a gentle finger-fucking of the outermost inch or so of her tight, slick vagina.
Her sweet exhalations waft warmly over my face as I look down at her, her eyes closed in contentment, her breath sighing from moist, slightly parted lips. Unable to resist their allure, I lightly brush them with my lips, gently kissing her.
Her eyes open as I pull back, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile, filled with love and complete trust. "Mmmm, that's nice," she murmurs contentedly.
"I want to see her have an orgasm," Rene says eagerly, disturbing the mood.
"What's that?" Anna asks, her eyes filling with curiosity.
"It's the best thing in the whole world," Rene enthuses expansively. "It's like all your insides just explode."
"Huh?" Anna's eyes widen apprehensively."It's all right," Rene quickly reassures her new friend, "I was scared too, really scared, but Greg made it all right. He won't let you fall either."
"Fall?" Anna asks confusedly, "Does he drop you?"
"No, silly," Rene giggles, "But when he does it to you, it feels like you're going higher and higher and higher on the swing, and then when it happens, you feel like you're falling really, really fast, but you never hit the ground, and when it's over, it's like you're floating on the softest, dreamiest cloud ever."
Anna's eyes question me, and I nod, saying, "A little confused, but that's about it. But if you want me to do it, we should wait until after tea and do it on a bed or the couch, so I can see what I'm doing properly and we can take our time. Why don't we just play in the spa for a little while, and then I'll order the pizza, OK?"
"OK," she nods in reluctant agreement.
Slipping my finger from her vagina, I quickly lift it from the water and taste of her sweetness for the first time. Even diluted by the waters of the spa, her juices have a flavor that sets my cock twitching against her hip. "Mmm, you taste good," I say.
"Isn't that yucky?" she asks, staring at my finger.
"Nope," I grin, "It's yum. Isn't that right, girls?"
Both Alison and Rene nod in eager agreement. "It's better than strawberry ice cream," Rene adds enthusiastically.
"Really?" Anna asks, a little disbelievingly.
"Really," I confirm. "Anyway, enough of that for now," I say, lifting her in my arms and blowing a zoober into her belly. I then drop her, giggling and wriggling, into the water.
Then, when she rises, sputtering wildly, I splash her in the face, being careful to send most of the water past her at the other two girls. Yelling dire threats at me, all three of them start sweeping great sheets of water in my direction. I endure the inundation for a few seconds, then slide from my seat and sit on the bottom in the center of the spa.
Seconds later, cool bubbles of air tickle my balls and anus as one of the girls starts the blower. Waving my arms about, I feel for their ankles, but the little shits are standing on the seats, where they know I don't dare pull them under, so I curl my legs under me and rise with a roar that sets them squealing with mock fright.
Standing on the seat directly in front of me is Alison, so I sweep her up in my arms and pull her shrieking delightedly to my chest. "You look like a tasty little girl," I say in a gurgling voice, "I am going to take you to my grotto beneath the waves, where I'm going to eat you up."
"Oh, save me, save me," she cries, sounding anything but terrified.
"No, you can't eat my sister," Rene cries, taking hold of one of Alison's flailing arms and pulling feebly.
"No, no, don't eat her," Anna yells, getting into the act and taking the other arm.
"No one escapes the creature from the black lagoon," I gurgle, slowly sinking beneath the roiling surface, taking my wriggling victim with me.
Rolling to break the younger girls' grip, I shift my hands and move her until I can press my lips to one of the tiny mounds sprouting from Alison's chest. She tenses at the contact, expecting a zoober, but instead of blowing, I open my mouth wide and make munching motions over her tiny titty, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over the rapidly erecting nipple.
A few seconds after I begin munching on the other nipple, she pulls away, seeking release. I allow my hands to slide down over her hips to her upper thighs as she stands on my legs and press my mouth over her mounds, munching and licking at her young pussy. I feel, more than hear, her excited squeal as my tongue pushes between her labia and flicks over her stiffening clit.
Then, needing breath myself, I push her off my legs and rise to the surface, finding myself nose to nose with my next willing victim. Grinning back at her, I draw a deep breath and wrap my arms about Rene, pulling her under the roiling water. Giving each of her tiny, pink nipples a quick flick with my tongue, I trail down over her belly to the fat little mound between her widespread legs. Opening my mouth wide, I engulf her plump, young pussy and munch and lick until she lets me know she has run out of air.
Releasing her and rising to the surface, I turn towards my final victim and find her blushing and giggling as she struggles weakly in Alison's arms. As I take hold of her, her blush deepens, and she goes totally limp and quiet.
Guessing that Anna would probably try to drown herself if I took her below the bubbling water and started mouthing her pussy, I stretch her out on the surface to chow down on the third grader's slim body. Beginning at her fingers, I open my mouth wide and engulf most of her hand. I then make my way, noisily, up her arm, making her squirm a little and giggle at the smacking sounds I make.
When I reach her shoulder, I transfer my attention to her face, feeling the heat of her flush on my tongue as I nibble and lick at her cheek. Playfully, I suck on her little nose, nibbling the tip for a few seconds, reveling in the sound of her happy giggles, before moving on to her sweet red lips.
I find them waiting for me, slightly parted with the dying echoes of her mirth. Gently, I suck one of her lips between mine, kissing her softly, sensuously. Not wanting to possibly scare her with a deeper kiss, I flick her lips with the tip of my tongue as I pull away and gently bite down on her upthrust chin.
Her head is tilted back to expose her thin throat, and as I move lower, I take her windpipe between my teeth, feeling her shudder slightly at the contact. But with surprising trust, she does not try to force me away with her chin; instead, she tilts her head further back, giving me even greater access to her vulnerable throat.
Ever lower, I roam further with my teeth and lips, taking each of her prominent collar bones into my mouth and gently biting down. As I pass over her tiny, undeveloped breasts, I smack my lips as I flick them with the tip of my tongue, feeling the soft, pink skin crinkle and tighten under my touch. With a last flick to the BB-sized nubbins of her nipples, I move on to the bottom of her ribcage, where she helpfully sucks her stomach in to allow me to fasten my lips and teeth around her lowermost ribs.
As I pass over the dimple of her belly button, I can't resist spearing my tongue into the little slit-like depression, making her buckle in my arms and shriek with girlish laughter. Shifting my grip on her slim little body, I take advantage of her folded position to munch noisily on the heels of her feet and then her toes. Then, as she unfolds, I snack my way up her legs, alternating from shin to shin, and then gently bite down on her dimpled knees, where I discover she is very ticklish.
But all of her laughter disappears when I turn her in my arms and kneel on the bottom, repositioning her with her legs over my shoulders. As I munch my way up the soft skin of her inner thighs towards her protuberant pussy, she strains to see what I am doing. Seeing this, Alison moves behind her, supporting her head and shoulders.
With a final loud "Groumph!" I engulf her fat mound in its entirety, making her squeal with laughter that immediately chokes off with a gasp as I drag my tongue from the dimple at the base of her slit to her clit at the top. Already beginning to harden under the influence of the strange new sensations that I have begun to awaken in her, her clitoris quickly grows to its full dimensions, surprising me with its size.
Pulling back, I gaze up between her legs at her hairless slit, which is now pushed open at the top by a thick, rigid shaft, as wide and as long as the first joint of my ring finger. Both Alison and Rene gasp at the size of the little pricklet that pushes from between Anna's bald labia, and when I look up, I see Alison unconsciously licking her lips.
"Oh!" Anna squeaks in surprise, "It's never done that before. How come it's doing that?"
"Because it's happy," I say, smiling, "It's never happened before because it's never been touched properly before." Lowering my head a few inches, I give the proudly standing, fleshy shaft a flick with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp and push her hips up towards my mouth.
"Oh!" she squeaks, "That's nice, do it again."
Happy to comply with her wishes, I flick the stubby shaft back and forth a few times with the tip of my tongue, enjoying her little squeals and wriggles of pleasure. Then, because I want her first orgasm to be a special one, not something hastily induced in the spa, I plant a final kiss on the very tip and pull back, lowering her into the water.
Not knowing the pleasures that I have denied her, she wraps her slim arms about my neck and presses her lips to mine in a soft, sweet, sensuous kiss, pulling back after a timeless two seconds to whisper, "Thank you."
Whispering "You're welcome" in return, I playfully snap at her nose, making her pull back with a happy squeal that knocks Alison beneath the boiling surface of the water.
Sputtering as she rises, Alison begins to wrestle with Anna, tickling and ducking her. A moment later, Rene comes in on the side of her new friend, making up for her lack of size with ferocity, as the two of them put Alison on the defensive. Leaving them to disport themselves as they please, I sit back on the seat to watch their play, enjoying the brief glimpses of white or lightly tanned flesh that occasionally rise above the roiling surface.
After a minute or so of cheerful wrestling, in which Alison gets worse than she delivers, they go into a little huddle. With the noise of the roaring blower, I can't hear what Alison is saying, but it's not too hard to guess, as Rene nods enthusiastically while Anna shakes her head and glances in my direction.Alison, though, will not take 'no' for an answer, and becomes more animated, talking and gesticulating until Anna nods, blushing furiously. Then with a wicked grin, Alison submerges herself, while the other two look on, Rene grinning, Anna blushing furiously.
A second later, I feel the water swirling about my legs and a soft pair of lips engulf my half-hard member as Alison grasps my hips to hold herself down. The back of her head briefly appears in the swirling waters over my lap, then disappears as she bobs back down. For about half a minute or so, she bobs up and down on my rapidly hardening cock, her tongue working furiously. She then surfaces with a gasp and moves aside for Rene, saying with a grin, "It's our turn to eat YOU up."
Even as Alison speaks, Rene grasps my raging penis in one hand and forces her tiny mouth down over the swollen head of my cock, her tongue pushed against the bottom of her mouth by the thickness of my shaft. When she pulls back, the tiny pre-schooler completely removes her mouth from my prick, then bobs down again, her lips, an excruciatingly tight ring that rolls down over my sensitive glans, the tip of her tongue brushing over the frenulum. Incredibly, this tiny little girl far surpasses her elder sister, in both duration and skill, and when she finally does come up for air, she leaves me a gibbering wreck, my balls aching for release.
As she pulls aside gasping, she waves Anna towards me. Blushing furiously, the eight-year-old, steps hesitantly towards me, her uncertainty prompting me to say, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." But she just shakes her head at my words and continues to advance, submerging herself as her legs touch my knees. Her hand grasps my shaft in a light grip and a moment later her lips brush over the very tip of my cock, making it twitch. She pulls back a bit and lets go in surprise. Then a moment later, she secures a slightly firmer grip and I feel her tongue pass over my frenulum and on to the winking eye at the end of my prick, the light, feathery touch, almost enough to set me off.
Finally, gaining confidence as nothing nasty happens, she opens her jaw wide and brings her mouth down over my cock, her lips closing around the shaft as the swollen head of my cock glances off the roof of her mouth. Then without moving her head, she begins a baby-like sucking, that is more soothing than arousing and I feel the urgent need to empty my balls subside.
Chapter 21 - Circus Tricks.
Ten seconds later, she releases my cock and lifts her head above the surface, smiling broadly. "How was that?" she asks.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I say, "It was great. How did it make you feel?"
"Naughty," she giggles, "but it also made my tummy feel tingly, like when you licked my pussy."
"Would you like to taste his creamy stuff?" Rene asks.
"I don't know," Anna answers uncertainly.
"I know," Alison says, "You can watch me and Rene and then you can try it, he squirts lots and lots of time so we can all have some."
"Would you like to do that?" I ask.
Anna nods hesitantly and Alison orders me to lie down on the deck beside the spa. As I do so, holding my upper body up on my elbows, so that I can watch, she tells Rene to get out of the water and kneel on the deck beside me. As she takes her position astride my legs, leaving Anna kneeling on the seat, Rene takes advantage of the situation to slip her tight little mouth over my cock.
But once she has herself positioned, Alison takes control, prying Rene's fingers off my shaft and telling her to let go. Reluctantly Rene pulls away and Alison's lips replace hers. She bobs her head twice, her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft, then withdraws and angles my prick towards Anna.
Again, Anna opens her jaw wide, not closing her lips around the shaft until the glans is well within the warm cavern of her mouth, and Alison says, "Not like that, Anna. The purple bit's the most sensitive, especially the wrinkled bit, make your lips touch it there and lick it with your tongue too."
Nodding, Anna tightens her lips around me as she pulls back, her tongue pressing upwards against the frenulum as she withdraws. When my prick pops free, she asks, "Was that better, Greg?"
"You're doing great," I reassure her, "These two have just had a bit more practice than you."
Alison aims my prick towards Rene, and this time, before she forces her tightly ovaled lips over my glans, she flicks at the underside with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp. Then, when she forces her lips over my swollen glans, she makes them even tighter than she has before, making me groan and stab my hips upwards, forcing my prick against the back of her throat with a rush and making her gag.
As Rene pulls away, coughing, Alison moves in, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock twice, before plunging her head down and forcing my cock through lips almost as tightly pursed as her little sister's. Taking only the head of my prick into her mouth, she massages the shaft with her hand, sliding the skin up and down over the iron-hard core as she works her tongue over the swollen purple glans, especially against the sensitive underside, and the tiny slit at the tip.
I groan as she releases me with a wet suck and aims my cock towards Anna's waiting mouth. Anna almost pushes Alison aside in her eagerness, her tongue slapping wetly over my glans as she enthusiastically goes to work. Then after giving my cock a slippery coating of saliva, she begins to explore my glans with the tip of her tongue, tracing the wrinkled skin on the frenulum, tickling the slit and pushing the stiffened tip under the rim of the helmet.
A moment later, she encloses the bulbous crown in her mouth and without preamble, pushes her lips down to the base of my shaft, taking half of my cock deep into her throat. The incredible sensation of her narrow gullet massaging the head of my cock is too much for me and before I can warn her, a massive jet of cum sears my guts as it burns through my shaft into her stomach.
Feeling my glans swell in her throat, and the base pulse against her lips, she tries to pull her mouth off my spasming cock, but before she can get it all of the way out, I pump a second jet, even more powerful than the first, against the roof of her mouth. The third sprays across her upper lip and cheek.
But as Rene moves to take my spouting prick into her mouth, the taste of my cum registers with Anna and she takes hold of my cock, almost wrenching it from Alison's hand, and pulls it back to her mouth. Before she can seal her lips over my fountaining member, I decorate her face with a fourth viscous, white streamer of cum. Hungrily, she takes the remainder of my searing load into her hot little mouth, holding it on her tongue without swallowing.
As the pleasure/pain of the spasms wracking my body loose their intensity, and the torrent of semen slows to a trickle, Anna hollows her cheeks and sucks powerfully, literally pulling the last of the cum from my body. Then, satisfied that she will get no more from my wilting prick, Anna sits up with a shit-eating grin on her cum-streaked face and opens her mouth, showing us the glutinous, white mass coating her tongue and the thick pearly strands joining it to the roof of her mouth.
Taking in the awed and somewhat miffed expressions of the other two girls, she gulps twice, working the thick, viscous fluid down her throat and tells them, "Sorry, I changed my mind," though her cheeky grin belies her apology.
When, a few moments later, I have recovered enough to speak, I ask incredulously, "Where did you learn that trick?"
"What trick?" she asks, her giggle telling me she knows damned well what I'm asking her.
"Swallowing my cock, you little shit," I say, grinning.
"At the circus," she replies, "We went early and I saw the sword swallower practicing and I snuck away from Mummy and Daddy and watched him from behind a truck. He saw me and said I could come out and watch properly. He showed me all his swords and he even ate some fire for me, but he wouldn't tell me how he did that.
"I asked if he'd show me how to swallow the swords and he said 'No,' but I kept on asking and he said 'O.K.' I could try with a little practice sword he'd made for his little girl. I think he thought I'd be sick and I'd go away.
"He showed me how to tilt my head back and hold the sword and I tried it, I was nearly sick and he told me I had to sort of swallow while I was doing it. I did it again and swallowed the whole thing. He said I was better at it than his own little girl and I could keep the sword.
"Then Mummy and Daddy found me and they were a bit mad that I'd run away, Mummy wanted me to give the sword back but Daddy told her to let me keep it. Then the sword swallower told them how good I was and whispered to Daddy and gave him some free tickets.
"When we went into the circus tent and when it was his turn, he got me to come out into the ring and I swallowed my sword in front of everybody and everybody cheered and clapped and all my friends who were at the circus too, saw me and I did it at school for them until the teacher took my sword away and said I couldn't do it at school any more.
"But some really big girls in grade six, really popular ones, asked me if I could do it with a banana so I tried and I could. Then they asked me to show them how to do it, so I told them how to hold their necks straight and swallow when they felt like being sick and they all did it, and they giggled and said 'Thank you.' One of them even said she was going to surprise her daddy after the others were all gone. And some of my friend's big sisters, 'Really big girls in high school,'" I can hear the awe in her voice at being noticed by such exalted personages, "got me to show them too.""Now I don't even have to swallow anymore, and I can put things straight into my throat," she finishes proudly. "And I thought since your thing, uh, cock is like a banana, I could swallow it too. Do you think that girl sucks her daddy's cock? Do you think those other girls suck on their daddy's cocks too? Do you think my daddy would like it if I sucked his?"
"Uh, yes," I stammer, "I'm pretty sure she does, and some of the others might too, but I'd say most of them would be sucking their boyfriend's off. I don't know about your daddy though. Does he like watching you swallow your sword?"
"Yeah, he always gets me to do it when he has visitors. And when Mummy's not there, he likes to watch me do it with bananas too, and when I do it, he looks like he's really hungry, you know, like licking his lips and things."
"In that case, yeah, he'd probably like it a lot," I say, "but you can't just offer to do it for him, you'll have to pretend it was yucky like you thought before you tasted mine." I pause as a thought comes to me, "I know, maybe you could say, 'I wish I had some cream for this banana,' the next time you do it for him."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously, then asks, "That's because we can't let him find out about us, right?"
"That's right," I answer, brushing a cum-streaked strand of hair behind her ear.
"I wonder if that girl fucks her daddy too," Rene adds.
"What does that mean?" Anna asks, recognizing the naughty word but not knowing its meaning.
"That's where he puts his cock in your pussy and slides it in and out until he squirts inside you," Rene explains, showing off, but she then spoils it by adding, "You can watch Greg fuck Alison later, and I wish Mama would come home so he can fuck me too."
"Why?" Anna asks curiously, not understanding the implications of Rene's words.
"Because she wants to watch the first time I get fucked," Rene answers before I can stop her.
"Your mama knows about you doing things with men?" Anna asks, her eyes wide in shock, "Wasn't she mad at you?"
"Yeah, my Mama's cool, she even got Greg to look after us, so he could fuck me, because she heard my friend Jenny telling me all about him. But she didn't know about Rene then. Greg told Mama about her this morning after she put these plastic cocks Mama has in her pussy. She was listening too, and she spied on Mama and saw where she hid her plastic cocks, and she practiced with them until she can put bigger things in her pussy than me. But I've only done things with Greg," She concludes her jumbled explanation.
"Why isn't my mummy like that?" Anna asks.
"Because different people think about sex in different ways," I say. "Your Gran probably taught her that sex was bad unless you are married, or she might have been hurt really bad by a man who didn't care about her when she was young, so she taught you that sex was bad too. Rene's and Alison's mummy knows that sex isn't bad if you do it with somebody you can really trust, so she lets them do it."
"Oh, what about their daddy?" she asks.
"He doesn't know, and daddies sometimes get very angry with people who have sex with their little girls," I answer, "So they're going to get their mamma to help them. And that's why you have to pretend you don't know anything if your daddy does anything with you too."
"But I don't want to wait until Daddy comes home from hospital," Anna complains, "I want you to fuck me now. I want to see what it's like."
"I'm sorry, honey," I say, slipping into the water beside her and pulling her onto my knee, "I can't because there's this little piece of skin inside your vagina." I take her hand in mine and close all but one of her fingers into a fist. I guide it down between her legs as I continue. "Here, push your finger into your vagina and feel, but be careful because you don't want to hurt yourself."
She follows my instructions, and a look of wonder crosses her face as she explores the forbidden territory of her young cunt. "Ooh! I can feel it, it sort of hurts when I push on it. Why is it there?"
"I think it stops things like poo and dirt going up inside you when you are a baby. When you get older, that has to be broken before you can fuck properly, and it takes a little while before you can walk properly afterwards, so your mummy might find out and then we'd all get into trouble."
"I really wish I could," I say, tightening my hug, and kissing her cum-streaked cheek, "but it's just too dangerous in the little bit of time we have tonight. But we can still do other fun things. Isn't that right, girls?"
"Uh-huh," they confirm, slipping in on either side of us and hugging Anna too. "We can have lots of fun," Rene continues.
"O.K.!" Anna says, a little disappointed.
"Now," I say, in more cheerful tones, "why don't you three let me out so I can order the pizza, and we'll just have a soak in here until it comes. Then after tea, we can have some more fun and games. O.K.?"
"O.K." is the threefold response, with Alison pulling Anna onto her knee and licking one cheek clean of cum.
"Hey!" Rene cries as Anna giggles and hunches in on herself, "I want some too."
"Don't bother," Alison says, making a face, "it doesn't taste very nice when it's cold."
"You're a greedy guts," Rene complains to Anna.
"Well, you'll just have to wait until later, won't you?" I say as I climb from the water and stand dripping on the deck.
"We can still have fun anyway," Alison declares, and Anna squeaks a little as Alison rubs her pussy under the water.
"Don't, Alison," I say, "Let's wait until later, so we can make it special for her. O.K.?"
"O.K., Meanie," she replies, then says to Anna, "He made it real special for me last night. Now let's wash your face," she says, with a mercurial mood change, pushing Anna and her sister into the water.
Leaving them tussling, I go and order the pizza, and collect my robe from Alison's room, so I have something to wear to the door. When I return to the spa, I find them still fighting playfully, and dumping my robe by the door, I step back into the spa.
Immediately, all three girls turn on me, and we spend a fun twenty minutes or so, ducking and tickling each other and blowing zoobers whenever and wherever the opportunity presents itself. Then, just as I have a happily squealing Rene bent backwards over the edge of the spa and I am preparing to attack her protruding belly button, the doorbell rings.
Blowing a zoober on her belly by way of farewell, I get up and slip my robe on and collect some money from my pants in the lounge before answering the door. As I hand over the money and take the two flat boxes from his hands, his eyes widen and his jaw drops as I hear rapid, thudding footsteps behind me.
Chapter 22 - Tasty Treats.
"Hello, mister, have you got our dinner for us?" Rene asks, stepping up to stand naked and dripping beside me.
"Uh, yeah," he stammers, fumbling with his change maker.
"We've been playing in the spa," she informs him innocently.
"Uh, so I see," he replies, "Um, aren't you cold?"
"No, we've got the fire on. Is that your car?" she points towards the car parked out the front with a huge pig's head bolted to the roof.
"Um, no," he says, fighting to keep his eyes on her face, instead of a point some eighteen inches lower, "it belongs to my boss, I just drive it when I deliver pizzas."
"Oh," she says, her eyes darting about as she looks for a way to extend the conversation. After a brief pause, she points to his change maker and asks, "How does that work?"
He demonstrates the spring-loaded device for her, removing all of the coins in one compartment and showing her the spring inside, then pushes the coins one by one back into place. About halfway through this, he drops several coins, his eyes looking past me. I turn to follow his gaze and see the older two girls returning, now with towels wrapped about their waists.
"Hello," they say, stopping to address him. Alison with her shoulders thrown back to show off her brand new breasts.
"Uh, hello," he stammers, allowing another twenty-cent piece to slip from his fingers and bounce ringingly on the concrete of the porch. The noise of the bouncing coin seems to bring him to his senses, and he stoops to recover the coins.
"O.K., that's enough, Rene," I say, handing her the pizzas and giving her a push towards the lounge before she can find another excuse to delay him further, "We'd better let," I read his nameplate, "Brian go, he gets paid for each pizza he delivers, and we're making him take too long. Thanks for the pizzas, mate, here you deserve a tip for putting up with her questions." I hand him five dollars.
"Bye!" the girls call out, followed by an embarrassed squeak from Alison.
"Bye!" he calls back over his shoulder and stumbles as he, already on the path, tries to take a nonexistent step.
As I close the door and turn away, I notice a towel on the floor, and Alison peeking, red-faced, around the jamb of the lounge room door. Giggling, she steps out and retrieves her towel, but makes no attempt to resecure it about her waist. Instead, she makes an exasperated noise and begins to roughly towel Rene dry, ignoring the little girl's protests as she berates her for dripping on the carpet, at least my dripping has been confined to the vinyl carpet protector and has now more or less stopped.
"Where are the drinks?" Alison asks as she finishes with her sister and looks up at me.
"Oops," I say, "I forgot to order any."
"Well, you'd better go and get some," she says, "We can't have pizza without drinks."
"Well, you'd better put some clothes on while I put the pizzas in the oven," I return, mimicking her tone.
"Why?" she asks, "Mamma leaves us here when she goes up the shops."
"Because I'm not your mamma, and different rules apply," I tell her, "Now get dressed."After putting the pizzas in the oven and lighting it, I find the girls waiting for me in the lounge apparently dressed. But as I bend over to pick up my own clothes, I notice a little piece of white fabric peeking out from beneath one of the cushions on the couch. Lifting the cushion, I find Anna's knickers and balled up behind them Alison's and Rene's.
"Well?" I ask, turning towards them.
"Can we? Please?" Alison asks beseechingly, her expression mirrored in two other small faces. "It's only a little way and it feels so good."
"It makes me feel naughty too," Rene puts in, and Anna and Alison nod in agreement.
"Okay," I agree, "but only if you don't put on any more little shows like you just did for the poor bloke who delivered the pizzas." I look directly at Rene, "What happened to the shy little girl who was so scared of strangers that she took half an hour to say hello to me?"
"I was sort of scared still," she answers with a giggle, "but I like the way it feels too. Besides, Alison dared me."
"Oh God, an adrenalin junkie," I groan, rolling my eyes heavenwards. "And you," I say, giving Alison a direct look, "what do you think you were playing at, streaking through the house, then coming back and showing off those mozzie bites you call boobs, then dropping your towel like that?"
"Oh, don't be like that," she says, giggling, "It was fun and nobody got hurt, and I didn't mean to drop the towel, it slipped when I waved to him. And she dared us first," she finishes, pointing to Rene.
I try to look severely at the giggling pre-schooler, but I can't help smiling. Shaking my head, I say, "I'm starting to think that teaching you that scary is fun wasn't such a good idea. You're becoming incorrigible."
"What's that?" she asks curiously.
"Naughty all the time," I answer with a smile, ruffling her hair.
"I like being naughty," she grins back.
"Yeah, well don't get too naughty. If you are a little bit naughty at the right times, it's all right, but too much is too much," I say as I finish dressing, "Now come on."
Ten minutes later, the girls are removing their clothes, almost before I kick the front door closed, and I have to tell them not to leave their clothes in the entryway. Giggling, they do so, taking them through to the lounge along with the drinks while I go and get the pizzas.
As I enter the lounge, Rene relieves me of the pizzas, while Alison leads me towards a chair, which she stands on to remove my shirt, while Anna opens my pants and slides them down my legs, at which point she realizes that my shoes are in the way. Giggling, she and Rene take a shoe each, and a few seconds later, they have me as naked as themselves.
Laying the towels over the carpet to catch anything we drop, we settle down to eat. The three girls sit opposite me with their legs crossed, giving me a perfect view of their hairless pre-teen slits.
On the left, Rene's fat little lips are slightly parted, revealing a tiny pink nubbin at the top of her cleft and a tiny hole at the bottom. So small is the entrance to her vagina that I find it difficult to believe that it can open enough to accommodate my littlest finger, let alone something that might make a girl three or even four times her age pause.
In the middle sits Alison, her more mature slit gaping a little to reveal the darker pink of her still developing inner lips, surmounted at the top by her little pink clit, peeking from within its hood. At the base, a small dark hole that is leaking a glistening dribble of clear, sweet juice onto the towel beneath her bottom.
Finally, I allow my eyes to fall on Anna and drink her in. Dark, expressive eyes meet mine from beneath her mop of half-dry, brunette curls. A dozen or so freckles pepper her small, retrousse nose above a pair of full, moist lips which are slightly quirked upwards in one corner, and her cheeks are delicately flushed.
Supporting her head is a long, slender neck, and her tiny eight-year-old body is slim, without being skinny. Her tiny pink nipples have not yet begun to darken and are only distinguishable by the paleness of the skin that surrounds them and an almost imperceptible bump in the very center. Centered in her flat, white belly is her navel, a tiny, half-inch long vertical slit, and running diagonally over her right hip is a slightly angry, red slash, marking where her appendix has been removed.
Ultimately, my eyes come to her treasure of treasures. Between slender, lightly tanned thighs, one marked with a series of parallel scratches bestowed by the see-saw, is her tightly closed slit, at the base a tiny puckered dimple, almost completely closed to the outside world.
My eyes follow the line of the fine, shadowed crack that separates the large, perfectly formed halves of her pale, snowy mons. Only where her huge clit, which has begun to harden under the influence of my gaze, do her tightly closed labia grudgingly separate, closing again immediately above her clitoris, embracing it firmly and vanishing half an inch or so higher, where her mound meets her belly.
Whilst I look, her hand comes down to cover her mound, her tiny fingers lightly brushing over the shiny pink head of her clit. As I watch, it continues to harden and elongates, until it finally stands fully erect, a firm, lustrous shaft of dark pink flesh that visibly pulses with her heartbeat.
A moment later, I catch sight of Rene moving out of the corner of my eye as she drops her half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and starts crawling on hands and knees behind her sister. "No, Rene, after tea," I tell her, receiving a rebellious look in return as she continues to move towards Anna.
"After tea or not at all," I threaten, and she stops dead, then rapidly shuffles backwards, returning to her pizza, which she starts stuffing into her mouth. "That goes for you too," I say to Anna, smiling as she jerks her hand away from her pussy and reaches for a slice of pizza.
As we eat, we pass the bottle of lemonade around, not bothering about cups. The first time a chunk of pineapple falls from Alison's pizza, I pick it from between her legs and use it to collect some of the dribble of pussy juice that seeps from her vagina. Then, as Anna looks on in wide-eyed amazement, I pop it into my mouth and chew it with exaggerated motions of my jaw as I make loud noises of approval.
After that, the girls become much more messy eaters, continually dropping bits and pieces of pizza topping and taking turns to collect them from between each other's legs, and rubbing them against a seeping pussy, before consuming them. Even Anna joins in, as she begins to realize that the other two seem to enjoy the flavor of this new seasoning as much as I had. The first time she tastes Alison's nectar, she holds the piece of pineapple between her fingers, considering it carefully for a few seconds before she tentatively extends her tongue and licks at it.
Detecting nothing nasty, she pops it into her mouth. She then deliberately picks another chunk off her slice and rubs it against Alison's slit to collect another tasty morsel. Because of her greater age and hence, higher level of lubricant production, the other two girls' hands are constantly between her widespread thighs, almost as if they were using her for a savory dip.
As the younger girls' gustatory adventures continue, Alison becomes more and more aroused and begins to lose her coordination, at one point dropping her half-eaten slice of pizza on Rene's hands as the impertinent preschooler tweaks her elder sister's rock-hard clit. Giggling, the little girl recovers the slice and sops up most of Alison's seeping juices with the crust.
She then takes a big bite out of the crust and says, "Get another slice," when Alison protests. As she chews on the succulent mouthful, she offers Anna a bite, and giggling madly, the two littlest girls tease Alison by sharing her dinner and her vaginal secretions in front of her.
Good-naturedly, Alison pushes them apart long enough to snag another wedge from the box, and withdraws to one side to eat it in peace as she slides two greasy fingers in and out of her weeping hole. Then once she has nibbled the slice down to the crust, she pushes it up into her body, sopping up considerably more juices than Rene had filched.
What she does next can only be described as 'eating at them,' as she slowly nibbles the sodden crust, loudly expressing her appreciation of each tiny bite.
Just then the phone rings, and saying, "Be good," I rise to answer it.
"Hello?" I say, picking up the receiver.
"Hello, Greg? It's Jean. Can I ask you a huge favor?" her voice is a strange mixture of diffidence and fear.
"You can always ask," I reply.
"Could you possibly keep Anna there with you overnight?" she asks, explaining, "They've just taken Sean off to theatre, and I'd like to be here just in case."
"Oh my God!" I say, "What's wrong? It isn't anything serious, is it?"
"There was a blood clot in his leg, and it's moved into one of his lungs. I guess we're lucky it didn't lodge in his heart, but they have to operate to remove it. They say it's pretty serious, but he should be all right."
"Of course I'll look after her if you need me to, but wouldn't she be better off with her grandparents?"
"Her grandparents live in Melbourne, and I don't want to scare her by having a friend pick her up from there and take her home with them. I'd rather not tell her about this until the operation is over. She loves her father very much, and it would just be too devastating for her to be told that he's going to be okay and then have something happen. This way you can just tell her that I'm very tired and I thought she might like to sleep over."
"Stop talking like that!" I scold her, "He's going to be fine. Now, what about you? Are you going to be okay?""Would you like me to come and get Robert too?"
"I know I'm being silly, I just can't help it," she says. "Robert's fine right here, they're putting him in the children's ward, so all you have to worry about is Anna. I'll call tomorrow morning to let you know how things went."
"Okay, well that's settled," I say. "Now I've got a fair idea that you aren't going to get much sleep tonight, so if you want me to, I'll keep Anna here until tomorrow afternoon. How about you call me in the morning and if everything's okay, I'll take her and the other two to some caves I know of? They're not that much really, but when I was their age I thought they were the greatest and they're perfectly safe. That way you can get some sleep tomorrow and I'll bring her home in time for tea. How does that sound?"
"It sounds great," Jean tells me in relieved tones. "I feel like shit now, and by tomorrow morning I'll be like the walking dead. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."
"I've already told you: Help other people when they need it and tell them to do the same," I reply. "Now do you want to speak to Anna?"
"No, I don't think so," she replies thoughtfully. "If I speak to her, she's going to know that something's wrong. So just tell her Robert started crying or something."
"Okay," I say. "I think I'll set up the girls' mattresses in the lounge and let them have a slumber party. Would you mind if I let her stay up late?"
"No, that would be great, she'll be so excited about that, that she won't have time to wonder why I'm getting her to stay over. I've got to go now somebody wants to use the phone. I'll speak to you in the morning. Bye."
"Bye," I reply, and hurriedly add, "Oh, one last thing. Once Sean's out of theatre, you tell the nurse to give you a glass of warm milk and some Mogadon. And I don't want to hear from you until nine o'clock at the earliest."
"I will," she says, a hint of laughter in her voice. "See you."
"Ciao," I reply, and hang up.
Chapter 23 - Sleepover Games.
In the lounge, I find that the girls have abandoned the last few slices of pizza and have moved on to dessert, Alison. She is lying back on a towel with her knees pulled up into her armpits. Crouched over her pussy, with their backs towards me, Anna and Rene are jostling playfully, taking alternate swipes at Alison's drooling pussy with their tongues.
Holding my finger to my lips, I wink at Alison over the tops of the younger girls' heads and creep up behind them. Extending the index finger of one hand and cupping the other, I surprise them, each according to their ability to accommodate my attentions. In a single smooth motion, I bury my finger to the hilt in Rene's tiny, pre-teen twat, making her jerk upright and squeal in pleased surprise. Anna too squeaks and sits back on her heels, trapping my hand beneath her, as I curl my fingers under her and caress her smooth, hairless mound, clasping her protruding clit between two fingers.
Taking advantage of their temporary immobility, I drop to my knees and lean between them to taste Alison's saliva and pussy juice-slicked quim. Extending my tongue, I drag it in a broad, wet swipe from the base of her spine to her solid little clit. She squeals with delight, lifting her hips from the floor to prolong the contact with my tongue.
"Oooh, you licked her bottom hole," Anna breathes, shocked.
"Uh-huh," I say, grinning at her. "It's clean and it feels good. Doesn't it, Alison?" I ask, as I return to the puckered, pink rosebud, circling it with the tip of my tongue and stabbing at the winking eye with the tip every couple of orbits.
"Oh yeah!" Alison breathes between squeaks, lifting her hips higher to give me greater access to her twitching anus. "It feels great."
On my left, Rene bounces on my hand, pulling herself up until only the tip of my finger remains within her pussy, then slams herself back down, squealing happily, as she drives my finger back up into the hot, slick embrace of her incredibly elastic little vagina. Again and again, she rises and falls on my finger, voicing her pleasure with little squeaks and moans of enjoyment.
As Alison jounces her hips to remind me that I should be paying some attention to her, Anna lifts herself from my hand and moves away. I look up to see what she is doing and find her trying to see where my finger pierces Rene's body.
Briefly, I abandon Alison, smiling at her disappointed moan, and roll Rene over onto her back beside her sister. Kneeling between the two girls, I push two fingers on each hand into their little cunts and begin pumping them in and out. Both girls lift themselves up onto their elbows to watch my fingers, sliding in and out of their tight little twats while Anna looks on in stunned silence.
A moment later, she breaks the silence with a disbelieving gasp as I add a third finger, first to Rene's incredibly pliant sheath and then, her big sister's. Curling my fingertips upwards within their vaginas, I search for and find their G-spots, grinning as they squeal in unison and lift their bottoms clear of the towel in order to force my fingers deeper into their bodies.
As my attentions to their most potent erogenous zones continue, first Alison and then Rene, fall off their elbows and onto their backs, their hips bouncing involuntarily up and down as they come closer and closer to a climax like they have never experienced before. Increasing the speed of my plunging fingers, I bring my thumb down onto their clits, pressing upwards harder with my fingertips, intensifying the pressure on their G-spots.
A moment later, Alison's breath leaves her body with an explosive grunt as she bridges, lifting up onto her heels and the top of her head as every muscle in her body spasms in climax. Unable to breathe, her body jerks in time with the incredibly powerful contractions of her vaginal sheath about my deeply embedded fingers. As her body is wracked with an ongoing series of internal explosions, she squirts a considerable quantity of pale, slightly milky fluid into the palm of my hand.
Halfway through Alison's climax, Rene gives voice to a shriek of pure animalistic pleasure, that is abruptly cut off, almost before it begins, as her diaphragm locks tight. So intense is the little girl's climax, that the muscles of her contracting vagina literally force my fingers from her body, even as she too releases a small amount of feminine ejaculate into my palm.
A moment later, both girls collapse, Rene into unconsciousness, as their orgasms finish. Carefully cupping my hands to preserve the precious fluids filling them, I turn to a wild-eyed Anna, who looks from the girls to my hands and finally up into my face. "Oh wow, they peed in your hands," she breathes. "Are they all right?"
"They're fine," I say reassuringly. "They're just a little worn out. And this isn't pee, it's like the stuff you were licking up before, but even better. You want some?"
"Is it really better?" she asks, a trifle disbelievingly.
"The best," I reply enthusiastically and lap up the sweet, ambrosial puddle that Alison had left in the palm of my right hand.
Reassured by my obvious enjoyment, Anna sniffs at the small pool in the palm of my left hand, smiling at the strong, but pleasing aroma. She then delicately dips the tip of her tongue into Rene's ejaculate and samples the flavor. The ecstatic look that fills her face is indication enough that she likes what she has tasted. She seizes my wrist in an iron grip and rapturously laps up the rest, licking from my wrist to my fingertips, ensuring that not a drop of Rene's sweet, ambrosial nectar is missed. Indeed, so powerful is her liking for this new treat, that when I go to clean my right hand, her hand shoots out to stop me, grabbing my wrist and pulling it down to her mouth and waiting, eager, flicking tongue.
A groan from Alison makes me look up to where she has recovered enough to lift herself up on to one elbow and look on with interest. She slides a trembling hand across her still heaving belly and between her legs to collect a portion of the delectable moisture that has so enraptured Anna. Lifting it to her lips, she tastes her nectar and smiles ecstatically. Her hand becomes almost a blur as she transfers the exquisite emission from her pussy to her mouth.
A few moments later, she realizes that Rene had received the same treatment and, ignoring the fact that her little sister is still unconscious, she rolls over with a groan and fastens her lips to her sister's fat little baby pussy. A moment later, an almost inaudible moan announces Rene's return to consciousness. I look at her face, watching her eyelids flutter open as she licks at her dry lips and tries to say something.
Freeing myself from Anna, I pick up the bottle of soft drink and push Alison away. I lift Rene into my lap, supporting her head like I would a baby's, and hold the mouth of the bottle to her lips and give her a drink.
She gulps avidly for a few seconds, then pushes the bottle aside and moans, saying, "Oh wow, that was really good. How come it wasn't like that this morning?"
"Because it would have scared you too much then," I reply. "So I made it gentle that time. What was it like this time?"
"Like I had a 'gasm everywhere," she replies. "Did it happen to you too, Alison?"
"Uh-huh!" Alison nods. "It was like everything just exploded. It was fucking great."
"I wish that could happen to me too and you could put your thin-uh cock in me and do it-uh fuck me too," Anna says wistfully.
"Oh, that reminds me," I say. "How do you feel about having lunch with Alison and Rene tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Anna replies. "Are you going to have another picnic in the park?"
"Well, if you want to.""I say, grinning broadly, "But I thought we might go to some caves I know after your mother calls us and have lunch there."
"Huh?" she replies, confused.
"Don't you get it, silly?" Alison says, "You're not going home tonight, you're staying here with us, and you can get Greg to fuck you and everything."
"Really?" she squeals, "Was that Mummy on the phone? Why didn't she want to talk to me?"
"Yes, it was your Mummy, and she's still feeling tired, so she asked if you can stay here. She didn't have time to talk because Robert started crying and she had to go to him. So, do you want to stay?"
"Of course I want to stay," she replies indignantly, "Will you really fuck me?"
"If you want me to," I reply.
"Cool. Can we do it now?" she asks excitedly.
"Well, not quite yet," I reply, "Let's get cleaned up in here first so we can bring out some mattresses. We're going to have a slumber party, and you can stay up as late as you want."
"Me too?" Rene asks hopefully.
"Yes, you too," I reply, grinning, "Now, chop, chop, get moving." I roll her from my lap and playfully swat her behind.
She impudently waggles her little bum at me, and I apply a few more light smacks to it, making her giggle, then squeal, as I swat the fat little lips of her pussy that peek between her thighs. A moment later, Alison kneels beside her baby sister and presents me with the same view, and Anna takes up station on the other side. I give the proffered bums and pussies a half a dozen light swats each. Then, going from left to right, I apply one smack per behind, just hard enough to sting a little and make them squeak, saying, "Move."
Giggling, they crawl away from me and pick up the remains of our meal as I collect our clothes and the towels, taking them through to the laundry, where I put them in the washer and start it running. Collecting the girls on my way back through the kitchen, I lead them into the master bedroom, where we strip the bed, and with a great deal of giggling and awkward maneuvering, we carry the mattress through to the lounge.
As I try to remake the bed, all three girls dive under the sheet as I flick it out, giggling madly as it settles, billowing, over their wriggling forms. I fall with a ferocious growl over the moving lumps under the sheet, jabbing my fingers into whatever parts of their anatomies that present themselves. Their giggles become wild howls of laughter, and their squirming quickly entangles them in the sheet.
However, with all of the soft drink that they have consumed, it does not take long before Anna shrieks, "I'm gonna piddle."
Not wanting to soil Cheryl's mattress, I immediately desist and pull the sheet from over them. Once she is able to see, Rene looks from Anna to me in a decidedly speculative fashion. Finally, she asks, "Wanna do wees in my mouth?"
Anna stares at Rene, her jaw hanging open in shocked disbelief. Rene giggles at her expression and says, "Greg drank my wees this morning, and I tasted it too. It doesn't taste bad, and it made me feel really funny in my pussy when he drank it."
Unable to speak, Anna looks at me for confirmation. Instead of answering her directly, I turn to Alison and say, "You promised me a drink this morning, and then you wasted it in the dirt at the park. Are you going to make it up to me now?"
"Yeah," she replies with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "but you've got to let me drink yours too."
"Hey, you can't drink all his wees, I want some too," Rene protests, glaring at her sister.
Finally, Anna finds her voice, and she fearfully asks me, "Do I have to drink piddle too?"
Gathering her into my lap, I hug her tightly, then move her back enough for me to look into her eyes and say seriously, "You never, ever, have to do anything with us that you don't want to. If you want to pee in Rene's mouth, that's all right, and if you are totally grossed out by it, you can stay out here, and we'll promise to brush our teeth before we come back. And if you want to watch us and do nothing yourself, that's all right too."
Anna considers my words for a few seconds, the apprehensive look lifting from her features as she comprehends what I am saying. "I wanna watch," she says, wriggling uncomfortably and pressing her hand in between her legs, "Can we go now? I need to go real bad."
"Are you gonna let me drink it?" Rene asks.
"Yeah!" Anna giggles, "I still can't believe you really mean it though. It's so... it's just so nasty."
"I know," I answer as I help her to her feet and get up myself. "That's what makes it so sexy. Besides, little girls make really tasty piss."
Impatient to begin, Rene grasps Anna's hand and, jerking on her arm, leads her towards the toilet. Laughing at Rene's eagerness, I take Alison's hand in mine and follow on their heels. With all four of us crowded into the toilet, there is no room to move, so I suggest we continue through to the bathroom and do it on the floor in there.
Rene grumbles when I begin moving everything off the tiled bathroom floor into the bath, so impatient is she to begin. But a few seconds later, we have the floor clear, and she starts to lie down.
"Wait a sec," I say, "let's do this a bit differently."
Crouching behind Anna, I take hold of her legs just above her knees and, as I lift her, I pull her knees up into her armpits so that her pussy is fully exposed to Rene and her sister. As Rene moves into position in front of us, Alison says, "Now don't drink it all yourself, I want some too."
"Me too," I chime in, "Save a little bit for me."
"I'll think about it," Rene giggles and leans forwards, licking from Anna's puckered little anus to her semi-erect clit.
"Hey, she licked my bum hole!" Anna gasps in shock.
Rene giggles at Anna's reaction and does it again, this time flicking her tongue back and forth over Anna's rapidly erecting clit a few times before seriously going to work on Anna's rubbery pink ring. Every few seconds, she shifts her attention upwards, briefly sucking on Anna's hugely distended clitoris and then going back to her arsehole.
Once Rene is sure that she has milked the situation for maximum shock value, she prises Anna's pussy lips apart and tickles her urethral opening with her tongue. "O.K. you can do it now," She informs Anna imperiously.
Anna strains for a few seconds, then sheepishly admits, "I can't do it like this, I feel too weird."
"Oh phooey!" Rene exclaims. Her hands leave Anna's pussy lips, and she digs her fingers into the tiny eight-year-old's ribs, making her shriek with laughter and squirm in my arms. Within a few seconds, the tickling has the desired effect, and Anna's bladder lets loose with a powerful stream of almost clear urine that catches Rene full in the face.
Quickly, Rene opens her mouth and catches Anna's mictural outpourings on her tongue. Anna gasps, her laughter totally forgotten as she watches Rene's mouth fill to overflowing with her piss. As Anna's piss begins to dribble from the corners of Rene's mouth, Alison shoulders her aside, and with her eyes closed, she allows the hot stream to play over her face for a few seconds before she too opens her mouth and tastes Anna's urine.
Grinning happily, she moves aside and gulps loudly, swallowing her mouthful of piss while Rene puts her face back into the firing line, eagerly refilling her mouth with Anna's sweet, warm pee. As she moves aside for her sister, I see Rene's cheeks rhythmically bulging as she holds the hot piss in her mouth, swishing it around on her tongue.
Then, just as Alison's mouth begins to overflow, the stream emerging from between Anna's glistening pussy lips cuts off, and she twists her head up to look at me. "O.K. your turn," she informs me in a slightly strained voice.
Tightening my grip about her thighs, I take a step backwards and allow Anna's torso to fall as I pull her pussy to my lips. The sudden inversion of her body surprises her, and as she lets out an involuntary squeal, she loses control of her bladder. A ten-inch fountain of pee rises into the air and falls back onto her pussy to dribble down over her stomach and upper torso.
I quickly pull her the remaining distance to my mouth and clamp my lips over her wet little mons, tasting her pee for the first time. The pale fluid spurting from between her hairless labia is warm and sweet, having only the slightest tang of acridity. Thirstily, I accept her offering into my mouth, gulping once, twice, three times as my mouth fills. As I swallow for the third time, the flow of Anna's piss slows, until with one last spurt, she pushes the last of her sweet urine past my teeth and onto my tongue.
Retaining this last warm mouthful, I lap at her slit, feeling her enormous clitoris swell to maximum hardness, pushing back against my tongue. She squirms at the contact, trying to increase the pressure of the contact between her tight pre-teen pussy and my tongue. But for her, the position is too awkward, and for me, the strain becomes too much as my arms start to burn. Reluctantly, I lower her, moaning in disappointment, to the tiles, Alison supporting her head.
Almost immediately, Rene moves in on the side opposite her sister and helps Anna into a sitting position. Her cheeks still bulging, she looks at Anna and points to her mouth, her eyebrows raised quizzically as she tilts her head to one side. Confused, Anna looks up at me, "What...?" she begins.
Reluctantly, I swallow my own mouthful and explain, "She wants to know if you want to taste it."
Anna considers this for a few seconds before hesitantly agreeing, "Well, O.K., but just a little bit, and she's got to stop if I don't like it. O.K.?"
Rene nods her agreement and, taking Anna's head between her hands, she brings her mouth close to Anna's still closed lips. Instead of trying to coax Anna into opening them, she dribbles a few droplets onto Anna's lips and pulls back to see what she will do.Comically screwing her face up, as if being forced to take a particularly nasty medicine, Anna parts her lips and allows her tongue to touch the wetness coating them. Almost as soon as her tongue touches her lips, it flicks back while she tests the flavor. Then, unable to detect anything at all, she swipes her tongue all around her lips, her eyes widening a little as she realizes that it isn't that bad.
Rene then makes a short, abortive move towards Anna and waits. Anna nods her agreement, saying, "Not too much." She then tilts her head back and holds her mouth open like a little bird waiting to be fed.
Rene leans over her older friend and lets another small dribble of urine fall, this time onto Anna's waiting tongue. She hovers over Anna, as the tiny eight-year-old closes her lips and works her pee around on her tongue for a few seconds. Suddenly, a wicked gleam enters her eyes and without warning, she grabs Rene's head in her hands and attaches her wide-open mouth in a lamprey-like grip over Rene's, causing the smaller girl to squeak in surprise and allow the rest of the pee filling her mouth to pour into Anna's.
Anna quickly gulps down the tasty treat, and Rene pulls back. "You pinched it!" she cries accusingly, scowling at Anna.
"Well, it was mine in the first place," Anna replies with a grin.
Alison and I both giggle at this, and a few seconds later, unable to maintain her pique, Rene joins in, "Yeah, I guess it was."
"And I'll give it back later," Anna continues, causing me to completely lose it and slide to the floor.
"Oh, stop, or I'll pee on the FLOOR!" Alison cries through her giggles, holding her crotch as she collapses half on top of me.
"No, I want it!" Anna yelps, her earlier reluctance completely overcome.
"Well, hurry up, I can't hold it much longer," Alison gasps, squirming.
"Me either," Rene says, her hand cupping her hairless mound as she dances from foot to foot.
"Hey, you can both do it to me at the same time," Anna says.
"How?" Alison asks, "Only one of us can stand in front of you."
"Like this," Anna answers, "Lying down on her back. You stand here." Anna grasps Alison's ankles and guides her into a position astride her chest. "And you stand behind my head. Now try and hit the target," she finishes, stretching her mouth wide open and closing her eyes.
"But we'll get your face, and it'll get in your hair," Rene objects.
"So," Alison says, "Greg pissed all over me last night, and we're going to have to have a shower anyway."
"Oh, yeah," Rene says with a giggle. "Ready," she puts her fingers on her sister's pussy and waits for her to do the same. "Aim." They prise each other's lips apart. "FIRE!" Together, the two sisters begin to piss on their new friend, as I look on, my throbbing erection threatening to explode.
Rene's giggling does nothing to improve her aim, and the golden stream that shoots from her bare little cunt splashes all over Anna's face and neck before it settles down. Alison too misses on the first shot, her point of aim so low that she hits Anna squarely between her pale pink nipples before she corrects her aim, and her slightly darker emission joins her sister's to whip up a froth in Anna's eagerly waiting mouth. Each time the tiny eight-year-old closes her mouth to swallow, Alison's and Rene's piss splashes off her lips and chin to flow down over her cheeks and the sides of her neck, until she is lying in a spreading pool of piss over a yard across.
About halfway through, Alison presses a finger into the crease between her sister's pussy lips, causing piss to spray in all directions, fine droplets bespattering her thighs and all over Anna's torso. Not to be outdone, Rene too partially covers her urethral opening with a finger, but she does it from behind and by dint of careful aiming, manages to hose herself down with big sister's piss, from just beneath her tiny nipples to her knees as well as all over Anna's face and upper torso.
A few seconds later, first Rene and then Alison finish, their piss slowing to a dribble that hit's Anna in the forehead and chin. The two girls then step back to survey the soaking, bedraggled mess that they have made of their friend.
"That was fun," Rene observes.
"Shit, yeah!" Alison agrees, breathlessly, adding as she surveys the floor, "God, we made a mess."
Stepping over Anna's still prone body, I dampen a washcloth with warm water and lift her to a sitting position, then wipe the piss from her eyes so that she can open them. "So, how was it?" I ask as I clean her face.
"Great!" she replies with a grin, "It wasn't horrible at all, just a bit salty, and it was sweet too. It made me feel really funny in my tummy and pussy too. Are you going to pee for us now?"
"In a minute," says Alison before I can answer, "He can't piss when his dick is hard like that, but I know how to fix it."
Taking the washcloth from my hands, she rinses it out in cold water and advances on me, grinning maniacally. Laughing, I pretend to cringe as I ineffectually try to fend her off. Then, after a few seconds, I let her get past my guard and wrap the saturated and very cold cloth about my balls and rampant member. Subject to such treatment, my erection quickly retreats, and my scrotum contracts until it is a shrunken, pimpled sack holding my balls tight against my body, and my once proud shaft becomes a limp white grub.
"There!" Alison declares, withdrawing the cloth and tossing it in the sink.
"It looks funny," Anna giggles. "Like a worm sitting on a rock or something."
"You should have seen it when I turned on the cold water in the shower last night," Alison laughs, "It shrunk until it was only this big." She holds her hand up, thumb and forefinger about an inch apart to illustrate.
"Well, I'm just about to burst, so you'd better hurry up and get ready," I say, "Now, I better warn you, a man's piss can be quite a bit stronger, so you'd better taste it before you open your mouths right up. O.K.?"
"O.K.," they chorus, as they start trying to work out how to arrange themselves.
Due to their differences in height, they end up with Alison sitting on the floor in the puddle of piss they'd created pissing on Anna. Anna kneels beside her, sitting on her heels, and Rene kneels on the other side. Once in position, the two younger girls press their cheeks against Alison's, and contrary to my warnings, all three of them open their mouths wide.
As I look at these three beautiful little girls jostling each other as they eagerly wait for me to start pissing, I am struck by just how much they look like a family of nestlings, and I give voice to my earlier observation, saying, "You lot look like a nest full of baby birds waiting to be fed."
"Cheep, cheep," Rene chirps.
"Cheep, my worm, cheep," Anna declares.
"No, mine, cheep," Alison says.
As they start shoving each other, each trying to be the first to receive my piss, I feel a stirring in my loins, and my cock starts to grow again as I look at their tight hairless cracks and flat chests. I marvel at their willingness, no, eagerness, for me to piss in their mouths and over their faces.
Then, before it once again becomes impossible for me to piss, I warn, "O.K., here it comes."
Upon hearing my warning, they close their eyes, but amazingly, their mouths open even wider. As the pressure in my bladder becomes too much to be denied, I cut loose with a powerful stream of steaming urine that impacts between Alison's tiny breasts. Due to the considerable quantity of soft drink that I had consumed, my piss is almost perfectly clear, and I feel safe in redirecting my aim higher.
Swinging the stream from side to side, I lift my cock slightly and get Anna on the point of the chin, and a little splashes into her mouth. The flavor is obviously not too much for her, as she ducks her head slightly, catching a little on her tongue as I move on towards Alison and then Rene. Both girls keep their mouths open after tasting my piss, and I lift my point of aim to their foreheads, so that my piss cascades down over their eyelids and beside their noses. Some dribbles into their mouths, but the majority drips from their chins and down onto their chests.
Anna makes a complaining noise and lifts herself a little, so that my next pass hits her directly between the teeth and fills her mouth. The other two also try to capture more on their tongues, so I give them what they want and fill their mouths with my urine. As they close their mouths to swallow, I fight my rapidly hardening cock down enough that I can take aim at their bald little slits.
Anna gasps as the hot stream hits her exposed clitoris, making it vibrate under the impact, but her wide-open mouth tells me where she really wants it, so I resume pissing in her face. As my bladder empties and the pressure lessens, I move forwards, laying the tip of my, almost fully hardened cock on her lower lip and releasing a short spurt directly into her mouth. Turning my hips, I do the same for Alison, then Rene, squeezing the last of my piss out onto my tiniest lover's tongue as she pushes her head forwards and engulfs the first two inches of my cock in her warm wet mouth.
Rene nurses on my fully hardened cock, her cheeks hollowed as she strips the last salty drops of urine from my shaft. Then, taking a deep breath, she pushes her face forwards, driving my swelling glans against the back of her throat and part way into it. Immediately, her throat convulses about my cock head, forcing it clear, and her teeth scrape the underside of my shaft as she pulls back gagging. Straight away, I drop to my knees and gather her up in my arms, pulling her into my lap as I hold her, waiting for the paroxysmic coughing to finish. Peripherally, I am aware of Alison's concerned expression and Anna explaining to her what had happened, but most of my attention is on calming Rene.A little while later, she lifts her head from my chest and turns her tear-streaked face up to me, asking, "How come I can't do it like Anna did?"
"Because you tried to do it the very hardest way it is to do it, silly billy," I gently chide her, lowering my lips to her cheeks and kissing and licking her salty tears away, before I realize that most of those tears were my piss. I then mentally shrug my shoulders and continue cleaning her face with my tongue, ignoring the slightly bitter taste.
"Unless you are used to it like Anna is," I continue explaining, "you have to make sure that your neck is really straight. And you tried to force it down too. Some people can do it like that, but until you know just how to make your muscles go loose, you have to take it slow and swallow at the same time. The way you did it made your body think it was choking, so it forced my cock out."
"Now are you O.K.?" I finish.
"Uh, huh," she nods, dragging the back of her arm under her nose and sniffing. She then asks with a wan little grin, "How do I do it then?"
"Anna can show you a bit later," I say, helping her to her feet, "but first, we better clean up a bit. Why don't you three hop in the shower while I find the mop."
Leaving them pushing, shoving, and giggling, I get the mop from the laundry, and after wetting it in the trough, I walk backwards into the bathroom, cleaning up my pissy footprints as I go. I then push the pool of urine on the floor into the drain, rinsing the mop between the girl's feet. Then, once the floor is clean, I set the mop aside and squeeze in with my three giggling lovers.
Taking the shampoo from the tidy hanging from the shower head, I squeeze a dollop onto the crown of Rene's head, suggesting that Alison wash her hair while I do Anna's. With much giggling and unnecessary rubbing of skin against skin, we wash each other's hair. When it is her turn to do my hair, Anna stands on my thighs as I sit with my legs crossed so that she can comfortably reach the top of my head.
Then, as she takes the head on its long hose to rinse the suds from my hair, I can no longer resist the temptation to press my lips between her belly button and blow. Squealing, she loses control of the shower head, and water goes everywhere. Enfolding her tiny waist with my hands, I lift her squirming body higher, blowing zoobers all over her belly and mound, paying a great deal of attention to the distended pink shaft that protrudes from between her labia.
As I continue, she stops squirming, and her hands entangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer as the vibrations of my lips around her enormous clit turn her shrieking giggles to softer, more sensuous sounds. I let her grind her pussy against my face for a few seconds, then, after spearing my tongue into the slit of her belly button, I release her to stand giggling and gasping between my legs.
Grabbing the shower head, I finish rinsing my hair and then turn it on Rene and Alison, who are slowly soaping each other's groins, their fingers softly tracing the lines of their labia amid the froth. I alternate the pounding spray between Rene's and Alison's pussies, rinsing the suds away.
Making little noises of pleasure, they both widen their stance and push their hips forwards, their fingers stretching their pussy lips apart to reveal their clits. Their lips unconsciously parting and pelvises slowly gyrating as they lean their shoulders against the tiles and surrender themselves to the pleasurable sensations emanating from their pussies.
Almost, their pleasure makes me change my mind, but the opportunity is too good to miss. With their eyes closed, they do not see me wink at Anna, and as I turn the spray fully on Alison's prominently displayed mound, I reach across and turn the hot water fully off, getting my revenge for her doing the same to me the night before.
With a screech of outrage that makes me wince, her eyes open comically wide, and she jams her hands between her legs to cover her suddenly cooled ardor. Using the chilled water like a lash, I back her into a corner and hose her up and down, eliciting more shrieks as her sister and Anna retreat from the stall, giggling madly at her misfortune.
A couple of seconds later, I relent, turning the shower head away from her. I bring the hot water back up and help her warm up a little as I say, "That's for last night."
"You're a bastard!" she yells, then, as two shocked gasps come from the other side of the curtain, she realizes what she has just said and claps her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to stuff the words back in.
"Go and dry off in front of the fire, you two," I say through the curtain, and hear the sounds of their feet beating a hasty retreat down the hall.
Chapter 24 - Lessons.
Slowly standing up, I return the shower head to its hook and look down on Alison, whose eyes follow every movement of mine with deep apprehension. "Well," I say, as I hear the lounge room door close with a bang, "what are we going to do about this?"
"Mamma'd hit me with the wooden spoon," Alison volunteers, a catch in her voice.
"Well, I don't think we have to go that far," I say, letting a little of the sternness fall from my voice. "I probably deserved it and more, but you said it in front of Rene and Anna, so we can't just let it go, can we?"
"I s'pose not," she mumbles. "Whatcha gonna do?"
"Well, I could send you to bed now," I say.
Upon hearing this, her eyes look beseechingly up at me, and she asks, "Do I have to? Can't you do something else instead?"
"Like what?" I ask in return.
"You could spank me," she says almost inaudibly, "and then I could still fuck you later." Suddenly, she asks, "Hey, how come I can say that and not 'bastard'?"
"Remember what I said about words last night," I remind her. "It's not what you say, it's how you say it."
"Oh yeah. So will you spank me instead of sending me to bed?" she asks, her eyes eloquently informing me which is her preference.
"Well," I say slowly, "Your mamma didn't give me permission to spank you, so I guess I'll just have to send you to bed."
"No," she cries, "I want you to spank me. Besides," she adds calculatingly, "if you spank me, Rene will see it, and she'll remember better than if I just go to bed."
"I think this has more to do with you wanting a good dicking than any concern for Rene's moral upbringing."
"Yeah, that too," she grins up at me. "So you'll do it?"
"You realize that it'll be a proper spanking, don't you?" I warn her. "Not just a couple of swipes at your bum."
Her expression becomes serious, and she replies, "Uh, huh. You're gonna spank me pretty hard, but it's still better than the wooden spoon."
"O.K.," I say, shutting off the water and giving her a medium-hard swat on her backside, which makes her squeal, "Let's go."
"That's one," she giggles, skipping ahead of me.
"Uh, uh," I say, grabbing a couple of towels, draping one over her shoulders and wrapping the other about my waist, "That's just a warm-up."
In the lounge, we find the younger girls sitting in the middle of the mattress watching 'My Little Pony', their damp towels discarded in front of the fire. "Are you going to tell Mamma?" Rene asks me apprehensively, turning her head to look at us.
"No, he's going to spank me instead," Alison replies cheerfully.
"You're glad he's going to spank you?" Anna asks incredulously.
"Yep," Alison replies with a grin, "otherwise he was going to send me to bed without a fuck."
"I don't get it," Anna asks confusedly, "she says that word, and Rene said it and a lot of other words today, how come she gets spanked for what she said in the shower?"
"Because I said it to try and hurt him," Alison says.
I notice that the look of confusion doesn't clear from Anna's face, so I continue the explanation, "She's not getting spanked for saying 'bastard'; she's getting it for how she said it. As far as I'm concerned, you or anyone else can say what you like, so long as you are in control of yourself."
"You see, this time Alison just let fly with words, but what if it had been somebody else, somebody smaller than her, who had sprayed her with cold water, and instead of yelling, she grabbed the shower head and hit them with it?"
"So she's getting spanked for losing her temper, not swearing," Anna says. "Is that right?"
"Pretty much," I say. "There is never any reason for losing your temper. Get angry, yes, but when you lose control, you put yourself and other people in danger."
"How?" Rene asks.
"Any number of ways," I reply. "When you lose your temper, you stop thinking clearly, and sometimes you do something really stupid."
"Like really hurt someone when you don't really mean to?" Alison asks.
"Exactly," I reply.
"So can we get it over with so we can start fucking?" she asks, dropping the towel she had been drying herself with.
"O.K.," I agree, looking about the room for a suitable location to administer her punishment. Finally, I settle on the couch and guide her into position, draped over the arm, her cheek pressed into the seat cushion.
"So how many should it be?" I ask.
"Ten," Alison replies, somewhat more subdued, now that the moment of truth has arrived.
"A hundred," is Rene's enthusiastic response, while Anna stands mute.
"A hundred it is, you can count them for me, Rene," I say, concealing a grin as Alison snaps upright.
"But I can only count to ten," Rene objects.
"Well, this is your lucky day, Alison," I say, grinning at her, "I guess ten will have to do, unless, of course, Anna wants to do the counting instead."
"Stop teasing me!" Alison says, moving back into position over the arm of the couch and pressing her cheek back into the seat cushion.
"O.K., here goes," I say, taking up position by her hip and lifting my hand.
I bring it down on her smooth buttocks with a ringing crack, that makes Alison yelp.As I lift my hand, I see the outline of my fingers in white against the slightly tanned skin of her backside, and as I watch, the imprint turns a delicate shade of pink. "One!" Rene sings out with relish.
"Don't look so pleased, Rene," I tell her. "This is for your benefit too. Somehow or other, I think you might be getting your own backside warmed in the very near future, now that you've stopped being scared of your own shadow."
"Oh!" she murmurs in a small voice as the implication of my words sinks in.
Motioning for Alison to get back into position, I lift my hand again and deliver three quick blows in succession to her backside, eliciting pained yelps as Rene counts off "Two, three, four" clearly but without her earlier enthusiasm. The remaining six slaps I deliver in pairs, alternating from side to side.
When I finish, Alison rights herself and turns to me, rubbing her injured pride. "Can we fuck now?" Suddenly, something in Anna's expression catches her attention, and she asks, "What's wrong, Anna?"
I turn away from Alison and see on Anna's face a look of shock. Shaking herself, she replies, "Mummy never hits me, and I've never seen anyone else either. Did it really hurt?"
"It's not that bad," Alison reassures her. "See?" She turns and pushes her reddened bottom out towards Anna, clapping herself on the bum. "Ouch!" she yelps, wincing. "It's not that good either," she finishes with a wry grin.
"Wow, it's really red," Anna breathes, bending over to examine Alison's glowing backside. She gently lays her palm on the reddened skin and observes, "Oh! It's really hot."
"I dare you to kiss it better," Rene challenges, grinning as she moves up beside Anna, cocking her head to one side as she views her sister's chastened rear end.
Blushing, Anna slowly moves her head lower, covering the remaining ten inches or so in short, almost staccato jerks, cautiously sniffing all the while. As Anna's lips come within two inches of the glowing pink orb of Alison's buttocks, Rene grabs her behind the neck and pushes her nose into the crack separating them. As Anna jerks back, the naughty five-year-old skips out of her reach, giggling.
However, she is not out of my reach, and I grasp her about the waist and pull her to me as I say, "I think you just earned that bottom warming I warned you about."
Rene's giggles suddenly cut off, and she turns her eyes on me. At first, she seems ready to protest, then with a resigned grin, she says, "I guess I did. Sorry, Anna, I shouldn't have made you do that."
"It's okay," Anna replies. Then, in a surprising move, she pushes Alison further forwards until she has to support herself on the couch. Then, screwing her eyes tightly shut, she quickly licks from the bottom of Alison's pouting pussy lips to the base of her spine, her tongue coming into direct if brief contact with Alison's little, pink anal sphincter.
At the unexpected contact, Alison squeaks in surprise and stands bolt upright as Rene claps her hands in delight and cheers Anna's brave move. "Do it again!" Rene encourages.
"Okay, I will!" Anna declares, pushing Alison so hard between the shoulder blades that she topples over the arm of the couch, landing with her face pressed into the cushions. Kneeling behind her, Anna pushes her buttocks apart, exposing her hairless pussy lips and winking anus.
With her eyes open this time, Anna insinuates her tongue between Alison's labia and drags it back and forth as Alison moans into the seat cushion. Then, as the sweet aroma of Alison's arousal wafts upwards, Anna shifts her attention to the puckered rim of her twitching anus. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she flicks the rubbery ring with the tip of her tongue, making Alison squirm with delight. Encouraged by this reaction, Anna repeats the move, her tongue moving in tight circles about Alison's anus.
As Anna's lingual attentions continue, Alison's anus begins to relax, and as Anna's tongue passes over the opening, Alison presses her toes into the carpet and lifts her bum, impaling herself on Anna's tongue. This, however, is too much for the little eight-year-old, and she jerks back, declaring, "I'm not going to stick my tongue IN your bum."
"That's all right," I say, more for the benefit of Alison and Rene, who look ready to push Anna further. "Remember what I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
As Alison and Rene subside, Anna pushes Alison back down and applies her tongue to Alison's swelling labia, lifting her hands to pull them apart. Her tongue snakes out and flicks at Alison's engorged clitoris, then drags upwards along the length of her slit to dip into the entrance of her vagina, collecting the sweet elixir that is seeping out. Moaning in sheer bliss, Alison pushes back against the intruding tongue.
"Okay, that's enough," Rene declares. "We need the couch."
"What for?" Anna and I ask simultaneously. While Alison's expression is comical in the extreme, comprising a mixture of frustrated sexual release, curiosity, and disgust at Rene's timing.
"Yeah, what for?" she asks and ominously growls, "It better be good."
"He's gotta smack my bum now," Rene cheerfully declares, perversely proud that she too can join her sister in yet another way. "Because I pushed Anna's nose into your bum, and that's worse than what you said."
"Are you sure?" I ask. "You've got to be really, really sure, because if I do it, it's going to be real, and it'll hurt."
"Uh-huh," she nods vigorously. "I want you to spank me just like Alison."
"Hey," I ask, "are you just doing this just to be like your big sister? Because if you are, I won't do it."
"Yeah, I guess so," she sheepishly admits. "But I really was too naughty. You know, like you said before? And now I have to take the coska, uh cons..."
She fumbles over the big word, and I supply it for her, "Consequences?"
"Yeah, cons'kenses."
"Okay," I say, "Alison's ten, and she got ten smacks, so I think you should get five. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, I guess so," she replies, sounding and looking a little more subdued now that the moment is upon her.
Alison makes way for her sister, moving aside and helping her to lie face down over the arm of the couch, her cheek pressed into the cushion and her feet dangling with her toes a good six inches off the floor. "Okay, I'm ready," she says in muffled tones.
Waving Alison aside to stand with Anna, I take up my station and bring my hand down on the tiny bottom before me. Rene yelps at the impact and chokes back a sob as she counts for herself, "One."
"Two," she yelps, as the second stroke of my hand drops onto her behind. My hand so large in comparison to her bottom that the imprint of my hand extends across both cheeks of her behind. "Three... Four... Five," she counts, her voice dropping to a choked whisper as my last blow falls on her little five-year-old arse.
Breathing in great gulps, she lies limply over the arm of the couch for half a minute or so before pushing herself backwards until her toes touch the floor. Then, levering herself upright, she turns to us, a few tears trailing down her cheeks. She gives me a brave, if wavering, smile and whispers, "Thank you."
My heart goes out to her bravery. I extend my arms towards her, and she throws herself into them, burying her nose in the side of my neck and hugging me convulsively as I gently fold my arms around her. A few seconds later, she pulls away and turns to Anna, who gives her a big hug and kiss.
"I suppose you want me to kiss your's better too?" she asks, in mock exasperation.
Giggling, Rene nods and pulls away. Moving to the center of the mattress, she drops to her knees and presses her face into the bunched-up sheet as she reaches back with both hands and gingerly pulls her buttocks apart to reveal her tiny pink pucker.
"Hey, he didn't hit that bit," Anna giggles, even as she kneels behind Rene and jabs her tongue directly at the little rubbery ring. Rene squirms and giggles in response, twisting her head to one side, she says, "No, but it's making the rest feel better anyway."
Anna giggles again and plants a resounding kiss on Rene's pucker, then plants two more on the reddened skin on either side. Sitting back on her heels, she looks at Rene's behind and the fat lips of her pussy, protruding from between her thighs.
Just as Rene begins to lift her head and turn it, Anna grins wickedly up at Alison and me and pushes a finger into Rene's little twat. "Ooh, that feels really, really weird," she giggles over Rene's gasp.
"Move it in and out," Rene says, wiggling her bottom from side to side.
Frowning in concentration, Anna pumps her hand back and forth, her finger taking on a glistening sheen as it becomes coated with Rene's sweet juices. As Alison and I look on, it is obvious that Rene is enjoying these attentions, her hands closing into fists grasping the sheet.
"Put another one in," Rene orders, her voice taking on a ragged edge. "Do it faster."
A liquid sucking noise emanates from Rene's little bald quim as Anna slips a second finger in beside the first and speeds up the motion of her arm. "Cool!" Anna observes as oily droplets begin to seep around her fingers and dribble over Rene's hairless pussy lips. Using the forefinger of her other hand like a squeegee, she collects the leaking fluid, transfers it to her lips, and avidly sucks it clean.
"Oh yeah, rub her tingle bump," Alison orders. "Move your legs apart, Rene."
Unsteadily, the tiny preschooler rocks from side to side, shuffling her knees outwards an inch at a time, until her mound is only a few inches from the mattress. Stretched by her widespread legs, her labia part, revealing a small, glistening pearl peeking from within the folds of its pale pink hood.Smiling at the effect she is having on Rene, Anna twists her hand from a palm-up to a palm-down position in order to bring her thumb to bear on the sensitive, little pebble nestled within the folds of Rene's baby cunt. Even before Anna's thumb touches her clit, Rene gasps and pushes backwards against the fingers embedded within her cunt.
A grin of pure mischief forms on Anna's lips, and she begins to rotate her fingers back and forth, the pad of her thumb brushing back and forth over Rene's swollen little clit. Under the onslaught of the new sensations induced by Anna's fingers, Rene groans into the mattress, her tiny fists tightening convulsively on the sheet.
A few moments later, Anna pulls her fingers free of Rene's drooling cunt and, putting the index fingers of both hands side by side, she pushes them back into Rene's vagina. At first, she moves them in and out together, her thumbs sliding over the pliant flesh of Rene's labia to squeeze her clit between them. Obviously appreciative of this treatment, Rene squeals quietly as she bounces her hips up and down.
Half a minute or so later, Anna changes the rhythm of her fingers' motions within the highly aroused preschooler's tiny twat, her fingers sliding over each other in a complicated twisting motion, one finger pressing inwards at the top as she withdraws the other at the bottom. At the same time, her thumbs slip through the crease between Rene's glistening, engorged labia and over the top of her ultra-sensitive clit.
Under the impetus of this unorthodox, but extremely effective treatment of her little pussy, Rene's squeals of enjoyment deepen in pitch and become considerably louder. Leaning forwards, I whisper in Anna's ear, "Push down a bit harder with your fingers."
A few seconds later, Rene's legs straighten convulsively, and her breath is expelled in a single piercing shriek. In the grip of a powerful climax, her neck and back arch with vertebrae popping force. At the same time, Anna exclaims in a voice filled with wonder, "She's squeezing my fingers!"
Because Anna stopped pumping her fingers when Rene's climax hit her, the little preschooler's orgasm is soon over, and she quickly recovers. Rolling over, she throws her arms about Anna's neck and pulls her down on top of herself. "That was neat!" she squeals and peppers Anna's face with kisses.
"Yeah, that was real cool," Alison says, reaching across to wrap her hand around my rock-hard shaft. "Was that what you did to us before?"
"Yeah," I reply, pulling her against my side and sliding a pair of fingers deep into her drooling cunt, "it's called a G-Spot orgasm, and every girl I know reckons it's the best, most intense orgasm ever."
"How do you do it?" She asks, slowly tensing and relaxing her buttocks so that she moves on my fingers in short strokes less than half an inch long. At the same time, her thumb smears my pre-cum over the swollen head of my cock. "Can you do it to men?"
"Sort of," I say, answering her second question first, "if you put your finger in a man's bum and press towards the front, you'll feel something that feels like a little orange. If you rub that, you can make him cum in a few seconds."
"Does he faint like we did before?" she asks, her wicked grin telling me that she wants me to say 'Yes.'
"No," I reply, "but if you don't stop, you can make him feel really sore, because he keeps on trying to squirt semen out even when he runs out. If you want to make a man faint, you have to keep on teasing him until he almost cums, then stop for a while and then do it again and again. After a while, you let him cum, and sometimes, if you've teased him long enough, he might faint. It's only happened to me once, and it takes forever to do, so save it for special occasions. And when you do, you can forget about getting him to do anything else for hours, because it's like he has all the orgasms that you stopped all at once, and it really wears him out."
"When's your birthday?" she asks with an evil-looking grin.
"Last week," I answer, matching her grin. "Now you wanted to know how to do it to girls. It's a bit like how you do it to men, except you do it in her vagina, of course." I curl my fingers within her tight little fuck tube and massage the front wall of her cunt behind her clit. "Here, there's a spot where a lot of nerves from different parts of your pussy come together, and if you rub it for a while, you can't help but cum, and you'll keep cumming until you pass out or you stop rubbing it."
"That feels really weird, it feels like I need to pee."
Alison's comment gets the attention of Rene, and she abandons her oral exploration of Anna's oversized clitoris. This time, Anna realizes that there is something beyond the undeniably pleasant feelings that emanate from her pussy, and she moans in frustration as Rene leaves her to pounce on her sister and ask, "Are you going to piddle? Can I drink it, please? I haven't tasted your piddle yet; Anna got it all last time." Rene's voice takes on a slightly aggrieved tone as she says this last.
"No, she doesn't really need to pee," I answer for Alison. "That's what it's supposed to feel like when I rub her G-Spot."
"What's a G-Spot?" my five-year-old lover asks.
"It's the place inside your vagina where Anne just rubbed you," I explain.
"How come I didn't feel like I need to pee then?" Rene asks.
"Because you were nearly cumming already," I say, "and when Anna rubbed it, you had your orgasm before you could notice the 'I need to pee' feeling."
"Can you do it to me?" Anna asks, her voice filled with a plaintive note that almost breaks my heart. "Everybody else has had an orgasm, but every time I think I'm going to have one, you stop," she includes all three of us in this last accusatory statement.
"At first, I thought that nice tingly feeling you made me feel was one, but I think it's even better than that. Can you rub my G-Spot for me?"
Gathering the slightly sad little eight-year-old into my arms, I lift her into my lap and hug her against my chest, the rock-hard shaft of my cock pressed into her hips. "Anna honey," I say, "I can't reach your G-Spot because it's behind your hymen. You know that little piece of skin I told you about."
"Oh, well, how do I get rid of it then?" she asks.
"You push something through it," I say. "These two did it with the handles of their hairbrushes, or you can use your fingers, or a man can do it with his penis."
"Will you do it for me?" she asks, turning her dark, expressive eyes up to me. "Does it hurt much?"
"Lots!" Rene answers, gruesomely. "And you bleed too."
"A bit," is Alison's estimation, "like pulling a bit of skin from your fingernail."
"Why did it hurt Rene more?" Anna asks, her eyes widening with fright. "Will it hurt me lots because I'm littler than Alison? Is there lots of blood?"
"It probably hurt Rene more because she just shoved her hairbrush in and didn't wait until she was excited. Am I right?" I turn my eyes to the blushing first grader.
"Um, yeah?" she replies with a sheepish grin. "I forgot what Jenny said about making sure it was all slippery and going slow. I just wanted to be a big girl so they'd play with me."
"So if we take it slowly and make sure that your vagina is all slippery and receptive, it won't hurt very much," I reassure her. "And there will be a little bit of blood, that's unavoidable, but usually, there's only lots of blood if it's done too fast and the girl gets torn inside."
"Oh." Anna's voice is very small and quavers slightly as she says, "I really want you to break my hymen thingy with your penis in me, but I'm scared too."
"Well, you could watch him fuck me first," is Alison's helpful, if somewhat self-serving offer. "Besides, if he tried to do it to you now, I think he'd squirt all over the place as soon as his dick touched your pussy."
I follow their gaze, looking down at my cock, with its tracery of angry blue veins and dark, bloated head, and I have to agree with her. Anna's offer of her cherry has left me so close to cumming that my shaft visibly twitches in time with my rapid heartbeat, and a continuous rivulet of pre-cum dribbles down the underside of my shaft. "I think you're right, Alison," I say with a grin. "Well, Anna, would you like to do it that way and watch Alison and me first to see what it's like?"
"Yeah, OK," she nods her head after thinking about it for a while.
While we'd been speaking, Alison had moved behind me. Suddenly, I feel something cold, hard, and wet on my balls. Yelling with surprise, I knock Alison's hand aside and send the half-full lemonade bottle, beaded with condensation, skittering across the floor. The skin of my scrotum has tightened, shrinking until my balls are pulled tight against my body. At the same time, the blood drains from my cock.
"You're still a bastard, but we're even now," Alison grins up at me.
"Typical bloody woman," I mutter, "not even until she's ahead."
"Of course," she giggles.
"Well, how are we going to fuck now?" I ask, grinning back. "I don't think this limp noodle is going anywhere."
"Wanna bet?" she chortles. "I can fix it." Shoving my shoulders, she knocks me over onto my back, throws her leg across my chest, and drops her head into my lap. Pressing her lip to the now pale crown of my prick, she vacuums my cock into her mouth. Then, with her lips pressed against my pubis, she begins to roll my rapidly reinflating shaft around inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Within seconds, my glans begins to push against the back of her throat, but instead of pulling back to give it more room, she works the muscles of her throat, literally swallowing the head of my cock. The incredible sensations of her epiglottis pulling my cock deep into her throat is all that it takes to finish the job of refilling my shaft with blood, leaving me lightheaded as I groan in reaction.She keeps her lips pressed into my pubic area for a few seconds, then pulls back, the muscles of her throat holding my cock and tugging on it slightly for a moment, before it releases me with a slight popping sensation. She raises her hip and looks back between her legs, giving me a shit-eating grin as she asks with a giggle, "How was that, Greg?"
"Fucking incredible," I tell her, grasping her hips and driving my stiffened tongue straight up her drooling fuck hole.
"Oh FUCK!" she squeals, pressing back against my face, "Fuck me with your tongue! Lick my fucking clit! Suck it! Fucking suck it harder." She pushes herself up, sitting back on my face and rocking her hips from side to side as she grinds her pussy against my lips and chin.
She gyrates her pelvis on my face for half a minute or so, then as I judge her as ready to cum, she suddenly drops forward, pulling free of my tongue, and re-impales her face on my straining shaft, brutally forcing her throat down over my bloated, purple glans until her chin impacts painfully against my pubic area.
The feeling of her throat surrounding my shaft is almost too much for me, and my groan is a mixture of relief and frustrated desire as she pulls back and sits up. Twisting around to look under her arm at me, she giggles at the expression on my face. "I can tell you liked that."
"I want to do that," Rene says. "I want to suck all of his cock."
"Rene," I say, "if you touch it right now, it'll go off before you can get your lips around the tip, let alone the rest of it. Besides, I don't think your throat is big enough."
"I wanna try!" she repeats stubbornly.
"Get the lemonade," Alison orders, shoving back to sit on my face as I groan and begin to struggle just enough to rub my nose, tongue, and chin over every moist, delectable square millimeter of little girl flesh I can reach.
A moment later, I feel the cold, wet kiss of the lemonade bottle against my balls and hear them giggling at my shrinking equipment. This time, prevented by Alison's legs on my arms from shoving it aside, she holds the clammy plastic bottle against my genitals until they feel like they have been encased in ice.
Alison sets the bottle aside, and her weight leaves my face. As she throws her leg over my head and rolls aside, I look down at my poor abused wedding tackle. My sack is almost painfully tight around my throbbing balls, and my once-proud prick has shrunken until it is a tiny nubbin barely three-quarters of an inch long.
"Okay, get up here and sit on his chest," she tells Rene. Then, as her little sister does as she is told, Alison continues, "It's real easy. When it starts to push against your throat, just tilt your head back as far as it will go and swallow it. It feels really neat when it grows in your mouth."
Leaning forwards, Rene presents me with a perfect view of the plump, glistening lips of her tiny baby pussy and her winking pink anus above it. Unable to resist the temptation, I push myself up onto my elbows and lick along the length of her crack from her clit back to her rubbery pink pucker. She squeals and wriggles back against my tongue for a few seconds, then pulls herself just out of reach as she wraps her lips around the base of my shrunken member, easily taking my entire cock into her mouth.
In fact, it has been so reduced by Alison's treatment that Rene has no difficulty flicking her tongue back and forth over the end of my frozen prick. A couple of seconds later, she insinuates the tip of her tongue under my foreskin and licks at my glans. Twice abused by the frigid bottle, it takes my cock a little while to recover, and Rene rolls my limp little prick around inside her mouth for nearly half a minute before it finally begins to swell.
As the growing head of my cock pushes her tongue aside, she starts bobbing her head up and down slowly, massaging it from root to tip with the tight ring of her warm, soft lips and her agile little tongue. Then, as it fills her mouth to capacity, she takes a deep breath through her nose and swallows, pulling my glans into her throat.
"Oh FUCK!" I almost scream, as a massive hydraulic pulse pounds into my groin, instantly filling my cock to capacity and beyond. The sensation of Rene's tiny pre-teen throat massaging my blood-filled knob causes my hips to snap upwards and drive the last inch of my cock between her lips, forcing over half of my rock-hard prick over the back of her tongue and down her esophagus. Only the tight ring of her lips locked tight about my shaft keeps me from emptying my load straight into her stomach then and there.
I'm so caught up in the incredible sensations of having my prick buried in the throat of a five-year-old girl that it takes a few seconds for it to register with my lust-hazed brain that she is struggling to pull herself free of my shaft. For a couple of seconds, it looks like Alison is going to have to apply the bottle in order to free Rene, but just as I open my mouth to tell her to do so, there is an incredible slipping sensation, and my bloated glans slips free of her throat with an audible pop, and her sharp little teeth scrape painfully over the rim.
I immediately push myself up into a sitting position and gather Rene into my arms, gently cuddling the gasping preschooler as I rock her back and forth. "Are you okay?" I ask, almost in tears as I realize just how close I had come to choking her to death on my cock.
She pulls in another shuddering lung-full of air, then nods her head. Suddenly, she giggles and looks at her sister, "You're right, it feels really neat when it goes down your neck. I can't wait until I show Mama."
"Shit, Rene," I gasp, "I'm not going to let you do that again. I nearly killed you."
"No, you didn't," she tells me forcefully. "I can hold my breath lots longer than that. I just got scared for a minute and, and... What's that word where you do silly things 'cause you're scared?"
"Panic?" I supply for her.
"Yeah, panic," she continues. "I panicked when I couldn't breathe, but you know what? My pussy really tingled too. Why's that?"
"It's a nature thing," I tell her. "When your body thinks it might die, it gets really horny, because it wants to get pregnant and have a baby and pass your genes on."
"That's silly," she giggles. "If I was dying, I wouldn't have long enough to have a baby, and how could I give it my pants when I don't have any?"
"Not pants, jeans: G-E-N-E-S," I spell it for her. "They are things in your eggs and a man's sperm that are instructions for making a baby. And your body doesn't care if you don't have time to have a baby. If it's in danger, it gets ready to get pregnant just in case there is enough time to have it."
"Uh-huh," she nods seriously.
"So that's why it feels so good when you kept on making us cum before," Alison says. "We couldn't breathe, so our bodies thought they were dying, and that made it even better."
"Uh, that's right," I manage to say, surprised that she'd had enough brain function above her limbic system to note her lack of breath while in the throes of a massive G-spot orgasm.
"Okay, Rene, get off his lap. I want to fuck him now," Alison says as she tugs on her sister's arm. "Oh, you're bleeding."
I look down at myself and discover that Rene's teeth have taken a little piece of skin with them as they scraped the flare of my glans when she pulled off me, and a tiny bead of blood has squeezed out from under my foreskin. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Rene cries, her voice filled with remorse as she kneels beside me and gently skins my foreskin back to inspect the damage.
"Let me kiss it better," without waiting for an answer, Rene lowers her lips to the tiny scrape and makes a loud smacking noise. "There, all better now," she giggles. "But it's not going to fit in my sister's pussy like this. I'll just have to keep kissing it until it gets all big and stiff, so Anna can watch it slide into my big sister's pussy."
Her words alone are enough to start the rush of blood to my groin, but Rene is not satisfied with the progress of my shaft towards tumescence, so she wraps her lips around the swelling head and, before I can stop her, she pushes downwards and swallows at the same time. "Oh, fuck!" I groan as my cock once again plugs her tight little throat.
I put my hands on her shoulders, intending to pull her off me, but she makes it plain that she isn't going anywhere until she's ready by grasping the backs of my legs and shrugging my hands off. She calmly holds herself there, her nose pressed into my pubic hair for twenty seconds or so, then shifts her hands around to the front of my legs and pushes. For a moment, her throat holds me tight, stretching my cock painfully, delightfully before releasing its grip, allowing my cock to slide free with a pop.
She keeps her lips closed in a tight ring just under the rim of my glans while she takes a deep breath, then pushes her lips back down along my shaft until my glans presses against the back of her throat. She pauses there for a few seconds as she takes another breath, then works her throat as she pushes downwards. Her little throat, however, is not up to the challenge, being unable to open up enough to accommodate my now fully engorged glans, and all that she does is massage the head of my prick exquisitely with the back of her tongue.
I let her try for a few seconds, then gently take her by the shoulders and pull her up until my prick slips free of her lips and slaps wetly against my belly. "Oooh!" she moans in disappointment, "It won't fit."
"What can go up a chimney, down, but not down a chimney, up?" Alison asks with a giggle.
"An umbrella," Rene giggles back.I laugh at the joke, and a couple of seconds later, Anna catches the double meaning and collapses, giggling helplessly as she rolls about on the mattress, finally rolling onto the floor with a thump as Alison gives her a shove with her foot.
"Okay, I want you to put your umbrella in my chimney now," Alison giggles, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide.
"Uh-uh," I shake my head. "This time, you can do the work." Leaving her on the mattress, I grab a towel and lay it, folded double, over the cushions of the couch, and I sit down. "Come here and sit on my lap, little girl," I say in wheedling tones.
"But there's a big lump there," she objects with a giggle.
"Well, we'll just have to see if there's somewhere to hide it," I say.
"Where, mister?" she asks, biting down on the tip of her thumb as she sidles up to me.
"I'm sure you've got a place between your legs where it might fit," I say, reaching out to hook the tip of my finger in her juicy, little girl slot.
"That's rude," she giggles, pulling away from me.
"Well, you're a rude little girl anyway," I tell her. "So you'd better come here and sit on my lap before I have to spank you."
"Can't spank me," she pouts.
"And why not?" I ask.
"Because you can't catch me," she informs me as she spins on her heels and scampers from the room.
Springing up from the couch, I give chase, with the other two girls scampering close on my heels. Alison leads me on a mad, shrieking and giggling chase, doing two circuits of the house - down the hall and back through the bathroom, laundry and kitchen to the lounge. Then the third time around, she continues on down the hall to her bedroom.
Once I have her cornered, she backs into a gap between her wardrobe and the wall and very unconvincingly, begs me to spare her. Growling fiercely, I slowly advance on her, saying, "You can't get away from me now, little girl. Do you know what I'm going to do to you when I get hold of you? I'm going to throw you on the bed, and I'm going to spank your cute little butt until it's red as a baboon's, and then I'm going to force my big, fat cock into your tight, hairless, little girl's cunt and fuck you and fuck you until I fill it up with my nasty, gooey sperm."
"Oh no, mister, please no, mister," she giggles. "If you do that, I will be ruined."
"But that's why I'm going to jam my nasty fat dick in your little hole," I inform her in my best Dick Dastardly voice. "I like ruining innocent little girls like you."
Chapter 25 - Despoiling Alison. Again.
With a final lunge, I pounce on her and gather her shrieking, cringing body in my arms and throw her face down on the bed. Almost helpless with her giggles, she pushes her little bum into the air and tries to crawl away. Grabbing her by one ankle, I haul her back towards me and land a ringing but painless blow on her bottom.
She shrieks with laughter and squirms away from me. I let her get to the head of the bed, then grab her and pull her back for another swat on her bottom. I've let her escape me and recapture her another half dozen times or so when Rene asks, "Can we help you, mister?"
I look down to the foot of the bed, to where Anna and Rene are standing, their fingers slowly working away in their little slots. "Yeah!" I grin. "You can come and hold her legs apart so I can spank her pretty, little pussy, to get it warmed up for my cock."
"Nooooo!" Alison shrieks, squirming violently to pull away from my hand encircling her ankle.
"Hold her tight, girls," I say, ignoring Alison's protests.
As she feels their fingers closing about her ankles, her struggles weaken a little, and they easily pull her legs out to an acute angle as they drag her until her pussy mound is clear of the bed. A moment later, she slides all of the way to the floor and has to scramble back onto the bed.
"Wait!" Rene tells me, handing me her ankle and going to a box in the corner, returning a moment later with a skipping rope. Climbing onto the bed, she sits on the back of her sister's head and, grabbing an arm which resists just strongly enough to be captured, she ties one end of the rope around the wrist. Then, leaning forwards, her little bum wriggling from side to side as she grinds her hot little quim into her sister's hair, she loops the rope under the frame of the bed and ties up her sister's other hand.
"There, she can't get away now," Rene declares with finality, taking her ankle back and tugging on it. She blithely ignores the facts that: a) her sister had no intentions of escaping; and b) the loop of rope about her right wrist had already fallen undone, and Alison was only staying on the bed because she was tightly gripping the far edge of the mattress.
I leave Alison to stew in her own copious juices for a few moments while I kneel between her legs and slip a hand each between the legs of the little girls holding her ankles. Giggling, they spread their legs apart and press down against my fingers as I stroke their damp little slits from front to back a few times.
Finishing with a quick tweak of Anna's enormous clit and a single in-out stroke of my finger in Rene's tight, little fuck hole, I stand and contemplate Alison's slowly bouncing behind and, beneath it, the engorged mound split by a very wet cleft. Reaching between Alison's wide-spread legs, I insinuate my fingers between her mons and the edge of the mattress, taking great care that I don't touch the area around her, by now, hypersensitive clitoris.
Unable to hump herself against the bedclothes, she groans in frustration and rapidly thrusts her hips up and down, trying without success to get some sort of stimulation on her overheated little pussy. "Hey, girls," I say. "I think she likes this. See how wet her nasty bits are." As soon as I remove my fingers to hold my wet hand up for first Anna, then Rene, to lick, Alison resumes humping against the mattress.
"Girls!" I say sharply. "We can't have this. Look at this filthy little girl shamelessly rubbing herself against the bed like a dirty little animal. Look at her, I say, see how she's trying to bring her vile private parts into contact with the bed, in a brazen attempt to achieve sexual gratification. Listen to her breathing, hear how it catches as disgusting, lascivious feelings course through her depraved young body."
Poor Alison is indeed close to cumming, and as she approaches the peak, I continue, "Girls, we're just have to save this poor girl from her own dark lusts."
Grasping Alison's legs, I pull her a few inches towards us, making her cry out, "Nooooo!" in a lost voice as her literally dripping pussy leaves the edge of the bed.
Bending over, I take Rene's leg in my hand as I whisper in her ear. She grins from ear to ear when she hears my words and, giggling madly, scampers from the room. "Remember, don't let her see it," I call after the fleeing youngster.
"Where's she going?" Alison asks mock apprehensively. "What's she getting? What are you going to do to me?"
Ignoring her questions, I deliver a light swat to her dripping pussy, causing her to squeal happily and bounce her hips up and down. However, in the spirit of the game, she tells me, "You're a bad man, and my teacher says if a bad man tries to touch me down there, I should tell somebody about it."
"Really?" I ask, delivering another swat, keeping my fingers splayed so that they land either side of her swollen clit.
"Yeah," she says, barely suppressing a giggle as she continues, "Anna, he's a bad man, and he touched my private place."
"Did he?" Anna replies in mock shock. "What did he touch you with?"
"His fingers!" she says, her voice rising on the last syllable as I spank her swollen, oily, mound. "See, he did it again."
"Does he do anything else?" Anna asks, grinning.
"Uh-huh, he puts his fingers right up inside me, and he even puts his dickie in my pee hole, and sometimes he puts it in my mouth."
"Oooh, yuck!" Anna cries. "Does he wee inside you too?"
"No, he squirts yucky, gooey stuff in me."
"Gross! Does he do it in your mouth too?"
"Uh-huh. Eeeek!" I land another swat on her hairless, slimy mound and drag my finger back through her crack, plunging it deep into the hot, slimy embrace of her tight young fuck hole.
"Oh, he put his finger in you," Anna squeals. "What's it feel like?"
"Great!" Alison cries, working her hips frantically on my embedded finger. "But if he doesn't put something bigger in soon, I'm gonna go fucking crazy."
Even as Alison speaks, Rene sidles back into the room with her hands behind her back, a cheesy grin of monumental proportions plastered across her face.
"What's she got?" Alison asks, beginning to struggle in earnest as she realizes whatever it is bodes poorly for her. "What are you going to do to me?"
I quickly hop up onto the bed, straddling Alison's back and pinning her shoulders to the bed. I then take hold of Alison's ankles and press her heels to her buttocks, effectively immobilizing her.
As Rene moves out of her big sister's line of sight, she holds up a Zooper Dooper (a long, thin, flavored ice block), saying, "I found something even better."
"You little beauty," I say happily, the tone of my voice setting Alison to trying to bounce me off. At the same time, Anna spies the icy dagger in Rene's fist and screams.
Hearing this, Alison very nearly bucks me off, and I struggle for a few tense moments to retain control of her legs. "What is it?" she yells.
"You'll find out," Anna giggles, staring at the inch-thick shaft of raspberry ice in Rene's hand. "Can I do it?"
"No, I want to," Rene says, holding the ice block out of reach.
"I'll fucking get you for this, Rene," Alison yells threateningly.
"I changed my mind," Rene says hastily. "Here, Anna, she can't hit visitors."
Giggling, Anna takes the freezing shaft from Rene's hand and advances on the struggling little girls beneath me.
"Hang on a sec.Rene cries, scrambling up onto the bed with me and insinuating herself between my arms. Sitting on the small of her sister's back, she pushes a small hand between Alison's legs and pries her engorged and very moist pussy lips apart with her fingers. "Okay, Anna, do it."
At the first icy touch on her overheated little twat, Alison goes totally rigid and doesn't move until fully four inches of the frozen shaft is buried in her young cunt. Even then, her motions are a series of uncoordinated spastic shudders as her much-delayed orgasm rips through her. Ululating shrilly, she bounces up and down, driving more and more of the raspberry-flavored ice block into her young cunt until the end comes into contact with her cervix.
Releasing a final rising wail, Alison goes limp, breathing in great shuddering gasps. Finally, though, she realizes that the icy shaft is still within her cunt, and she begins to squirm, begging us to remove it.
Giggling, Anna shakes her head, then, realizing that Alison can't see her, she says, "No," as she begins to slowly pump the frozen bar in and out of Alison's hot/cold vaginal sheath.
"Get it out!" Alison yells, "It's bloody freezing, you fucking bastards."
"Uh-uh, not yet," Anna giggles.
"Make her walk back to the lounge like that," Rene adds cheerfully.
"No!" Alison giggles, "My pussy's freezing solid."
"Well, you'd better get moving," I say, moving back until my cock pokes her in the eye and grabbing her wrists before she can reach back to grasp the icy shaft impaling her. While I retain control of her arms, she picks Rene's ineffectual knot loose and lowers her feet to the floor. A moment later, with my help, she stands unsteadily, Anna bending at the waist behind her, holding the Zooper Dooper in place.
"Oh, fuck, this feels so weird," Alison squeaks as she takes short, mincing steps towards her bedroom door. "Oooh, it's dribbling down my legs."
"Don't worry, we'll clean it up," Anna giggles, collecting a fingerful of oily, red goo from Alison's upper thigh and popping it in her mouth. "Mmm, pussyberry, my favorite."
"Let me taste," Rene says, almost tripping her sister up as she thrusts a hand in from the front.
"Hey, wait until we get her stuffed and mounted," I laughingly chide her, "Then you can taste to your heart's content."
"How? Your bum will be in the way," she objects, avidly sucking the mixture of raspberry cordial and her sister's pussy juice from her fingers.
"You'll see," I tell her, herding her through the lounge room door with my toe between her bum cheeks.
The rest of us follow the giggling preschooler into the lounge and move over to the couch, where I sit down on the towel. "Now, Alison, you sit in my lap with your knees on the couch. When I lift her up, Rene, you pull the icy pole out, and Anna, you can put my cock in her pussy."
Slipping my hands under her tight little arse, I lift Alison high enough for my cock to stand free beneath her. She squeals as her baby sister takes hold of the icy pole and pulls it, much diminished, from her pussy. At the same time, Anna takes my rigid shaft in her cold hand and fits it against Alison's dripping fuck hole as I lower her back into my lap.
My cock slides into a sheath tighter than it was the first time I'd fucked it, pushing Anna's hand down the length of my shaft, until it presses against my pubic bone. Only the incredible quantity of lubricants that she has produced allow vaginal tissues tightened by the intense cold of the icy phallus to slide reluctantly down the length of my shaft, enveloping it in an incredible cool, wet embrace that has to be felt to be believed. Even when Anna takes her hand away, only a little more of my cock slips into the cold embrace of her little vagina. So shrunken is her young fuck tube that barely two-thirds of my cock enters her quivering body before I bottom out against her cervix.
"Oh, shit!" I groan, "Your little pussy is so fucking tight."
"Mmm, this tastes so good," Rene says, sliding the icy pole from her lips with a pop.
"Let me try," Anna cries, grabbing Rene's wrist and pulling the ice block into her mouth. "Mmm, yeah! You try it," she guides Rene's hand towards my face.
I wrap my lips around the proffered iceblock and taste a delightful mixture of raspberry ice and little girl spend. Even when I bite an inch or so off the end and crunch it up, I discover no diminution in the piquant taste and realize that the flavor of her delicious juices have suffused completely through the ice.
"Give it here. It's my pussy you stuffed it in," Alison cries, grabbing her little sister's wrist and pulling as much of the frozen ice block into her mouth as possible. "Mmm, I do taste good, don't I?" she says, briefly releasing the ice from her lips.
She then bites a chunk off the end and levers herself slowly upwards, groaning as her little pussy reluctantly allows my cock to slide from its tight embrace. "Oh, fuck!" she moans, echoing me, "It feels like it's pulling my guts out."
"Well, it feels like you're going to rip my cock off," I reply, "Great, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah!" she sighs, slowly sinking back onto my rock-hard pole, stopping as the head of my cock kisses her cervix. "Oh, so fucking good," she rises again, stopping with only my glans still buried in her little box. "Play with my tits."
Taking my hands from beneath her, I slide them up over her hips and the soft, smooth skin of her flanks, the hard ridges of her ribs and onto the firm, just-swelling mounds of her tiny breasts. Gently, I take the half-erect little nubbins between my fingers and roll them back and forth, feeling the skin tighten and crinkle until they are fully engorged.
Suddenly, without warning, she drops back down on my cock, allowing almost all of her full weight to fall on it as her cervix slams down on the crown. For a moment, it feels like my cock is about to snap in two, then I feel an impossibly tight elastic ring open up and roll over the tip of my cock, sliding down to grip me painfully just below the flare of my glans.
For a moment, she goes totally rigid in my arms, then lets out an agonized yelp and collapses back against my chest, sobbing loudly with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks. Her pain hits me like a slap in the face, and I try to lift her off me, but her little pussy has spasmed tight around my shaft, and her cries force me to stop and lower her back to my lap. And even though her pain has chased any feelings of desire and lust from me, her vaginal entrance is locked so tightly about the base of my shaft that there is no way for the blood to escape.
Anna and Rene drop what's left of the iceblock on hearing Alison's heart-rending cry and begin clamoring, asking what's wrong. "Shush!" I say, "Get up here and cuddle her with me."
As Anna clambers up beside me, Rene retrieves the iceblock, and a moment later, her arms join mine and Anna's about Alison, soothing her hurt. Slowly, her sobs diminish, and her body relaxes as the three of us pour our love into her.
Finally, she draws a shuddering breath and tilts her head back to look up at me and ask, "How come it hurt so much? It didn't when you put all of it in before."
I kiss her cold-sweat-beaded brow and say, "That ice made your pussy shrink, and when you sat down like that, you forced my cock up into your womb."
"But Rene does that with Mama's plastic dicks, and it doesn't hurt her," Alison objects.
"Rene doesn't try to put them in with a hammer," I say with a smile.
Alison giggles at the image of her little sister hammering one of her mother's vibrators into her tiny little snatch, then, as her laughter causes her insides to move, she lets out a little yip of pain. This, in turn, makes her laugh sheepishly, bringing on another yelp.
"Easy," I murmur, kissing her ear, "Wait a bit more until you feel better."
She squirms away from my breath in her ear, gasping as her pussy tugs on my cock. "Oh, that didn't hurt as much." Experimentally, she begins moving her hips slowly and carefully, her breath occasionally catching as my cock tugs on her bruised cervix. A little while later, she slides a hand down to her pussy crack and begins to gently massage her clitoris, the movements of her hips becoming a little stronger as her body heats up again.
"Oh, that's not too bad!" she says, and tries to lift upwards, falling back with a gasp as my cock tugs on her uterus. "Ouch! Not too good either. Greg, will you play with my titties some more, and can you two lick my pussy?"
By way of answer, Anna and Rene each kiss Alison on her cheeks and lift my hands to Alison's breasts as they slide to the floor in front of us. Giggling, they lick their way up the insides of Alison's thighs, collecting the sticky mixture of raspberry flavoring and pussy juice on their tongues.
My fingers brush over her tiny nipples like butterfly wings, barely touching them as I tease them to arousal. Then, once her little nipples stand out stiffly atop the twin pink-brown domes of her growing breasts, I lift my fingers to her lips. She slowly draws my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling sensuously around them as she sucks like a baby on a tit.
As I pull the saliva-slicked fingers of one hand from her lips, she turns her head to the other, her cheeks hollowing as she pulls the fingers into her warm, wet mouth. Trailing my fingers down over her chest, I trace small circles around her nipple for a few seconds before closing my thumb and forefinger on the hard little nub and gently squeezing it.
She groans as fresh sensations of arousal course through her body and pushes her hips upwards towards Anna's and Rene's approaching tongues, gasping as the injudicious move tugs on the neck of her womb. A moment later, she giggles as their heads bump into her belly. "They can't reach my pussy," she says. "Move forwards, Greg."I carefully ease my hips towards the edge of the couch. Alison grunts and squeaks as my movements stir up her insides, but she urges me on until my legs are fully clear of the couch and I am slumped back with her lying on my chest. As Anna plunges her tongue into the splayed gap between her legs, Alison's hands close over mine, increasing the force with which my fingers grasp and tug on her engorged nipples.
As I play with Alison's sensitive little breasts, I feel two lively little tongues at work on the junction of our bodies, flickering maddeningly over my balls and the base of my shaft one moment, and seconds later, my ears follow their progress in Alison's squeaks and gasps. The silken sheath surrounding my impaling member rapidly warms under the combined influence of my fingers on her nipples and two tiny tongues on her clitoris, and it is not long before she starts slowly grinding her hips in a small circle, occasionally grunting as her uterus tugs on my cock.
In only a few minutes, her hands tighten convulsively on mine, pinching her nipples with more force than I'd dare subject them to. A moment later, she pulls them away from her chest, until her spit-slicked nipples slip from between my fingers like watermelon seeds. Her cervix tugs almost painfully on my deeply embedded cock as her gyrating movements become wilder under the influence of an approaching orgasm.
Moaning almost continuously now, she slams my hands back to her chest, and I close my fingertips on her swollen nipples, pinching them harder and harder under the shrill goad of her voice. I pull on them almost viciously, stretching her developing tit flesh more than an inch, only to be told in a voice that is almost a snarl, "Pull on my fucking tits, you bastard."
Lashed by her voice, my hands jerk outwards further, actually lifting her from my chest before her nipples slip from my grasp and she falls back against me. "Do it again," she snarls, her hands on the back of Anna's head as she humps her hips up into the little eight-year-old's face, only to be pulled back into my lap by the rigid shaft of man flesh spearing her uterus.
As my fingers close on her nipples, twisting and squeezing the swollen, rock-hard fleshy nodules, a guttural scream escapes her lips, and her hips fly upwards with sufficient force to finally pull herself free of my cock. The sensation of her cervix pulling over my glans is a strange mixture of incredible pleasure and incredible pain, causing my voice to blend with hers as I let out a similar scream three octaves deeper.
Now free of the barbed spear that had kept her locked tight against my body, she pounds her spasming cunt up and down the full length of my shaft, grunts punctuating her orgasmic howls as the tip pounds against and halfway penetrates her bruised cervix. Around my rampant member, the slick, fiery walls of her vagina ripple from bottom to top, exquisitely massaging my cock with incredible force.
Only my earlier concern for her, and the lingering pain in my cock, keeps me from decorating her womb with my great, greasy gouts of semen. Even so, I am still close to my own climax, and as Alison's subsides, I stand, and with her limp body still impaled on my rock-hard prick, I carry her over to the mattress. Kneeling, I hold her against me with one arm as I gather all of the pillows together into a pile. I carefully lower her onto her stomach, draped over the pile, and begin my own glory strokes, pounding away into her quickly recovering body as Anna and Rene look on with awe tinged with a little fear.
"Harder!" Alison's muffled cry goads me as my balls slap wetly against her moist, oily cunt lips. "Fuck me harder. Squirt your stuff in my pussy."
"You know what <grunt> happens to <grunt> little girls <grunt> who let bad men <grunt> fill their little <grunt> pussies with their <grunt> nasty gooey <grunt> sperm?" I ask, my words coming in staccato grunts as my belly slaps against her tiny upturned arse. "They get pregnant. <grunt> Their cute little tummies <grunt> start to swell as <grunt> a baby grows, inside <grunt> her belly. <grunt> Do you want that? <grunt> Do you want me to <grunt> fuck a baby into <grunt> you? <grunt> Do you want to feel <grunt> my baby wriggle <grunt> and kick inside <grunt> you?"
As I speak, Alison takes her weight on her hands and knees and drives herself back against my pounding thrusts. "Do it Daddy!" she yelps, "Make a baby in me. <squeak> Squirt me full of the <squeak> nasty stuff that makes babies. <squeak> Make a little girl slut in me so I can <squeak> show her how to suck her daddy's big nasty cock <oh fuck> and I'll <squeak> make her <squeak> lick your <squeak> stuff out <squeak> of my pussy <squeak> and <squeak> when she's <squeak> old enough I'll <squeak> hold her <squeak> legs open so <squeak> you can fuck her tiny <squeak> little cunt <squeak> hole and make a baby <squeak> in her too."
My mind goes blank on hearing her depraved words, and I have no idea how she manages to hold a train of thought, let alone continue to speak as I become nothing more than a rutting animal. Seizing her slim hips in a vice-like grip, I throw my cock into her receptive little body with jackhammer thrusts, stirring the juices leaking from her hot little hairless snatch to a bubbling froth that bespatters my thighs and lower belly. No longer capable of coherent thought, I jam my aching prick into the hot, wet clasp of her velvety fuck tube over and over again, driving towards an explosive release.
Suddenly Alison's head snaps back, and from her lips there emerges a choked howl, totally devoid of intelligence, and the muscular walls of her young cunt seize my buried shaft in a rippling, vice-like grip. Bereft of sanity, my voice joins hers as my aching balls empty themselves in wave after fiery wave of agonized release. Like molten lead, my semen traverses the length of my cock, splashing against the neck of her juvenile womb. Still desperately hunching against her upturned arse, I feel my seed leak from her overfilled little snatch, joining the bubbling mess that coats our loins.
Long after my balls empty, her overstimulated young twat continues to spasm about my shaft, prolonging my orgasm, triggering one exquisitely agonizing dry heave after another in my aching loins. Finally, though, her little pussy relaxes, and a wave of exhaustion sweeps over me. Collapsing forwards, I barely get my arms under me as I topple on top of her, covering her slim body with my own, slowly hunching my hips back and forth, pushing my rapidly deflating cock in and out of her now slack vaginal sheath.
As she begins to struggle under my weight, I find the strength to roll onto my back, taking her with me, my cock finally slipping free of her pre-teen twat, to release our combined spends and coat my lower belly and crotch with a hot, sticky mixture of lubricants, sweat, semen, and feminine ejaculate.
"That was awesome," Rene breathes from somewhere beside my head.
I allow my head to fall to the side and, forcing my eyes open, I manage to focus on the little girl kneeling beside me. The flecks of foam bespeckled her tiny torso bear mute witness to the ferocity of mine and Alison's lovemaking, and as I silently watch, she collects a sticky handful of cum from our groins and transfers it to her mouth, smacking her lips in obvious enjoyment.
On the other side, Anna looks on, her face filled with a mixture of hunger, lust, and a little fear. Then, seeing that we are licking our lips in an attempt to moisten our mouths, she gets the bottle of lemonade and, supporting first Alison's and then my head, she carefully dribbles a sweet, refreshing draught between our lips.
Then, as we thank her, she sets the bottle aside and disappears from my sight. A moment later, Alison squirms atop me, and I realize that Anna has gone directly to the source. A moment later, I feel the lower portion of Alison's body slide off me, and Rene's tiny tongue is at work on my groin. Unlike her more fastidious sister, she has no qualms about my pubic hair, and as she sucks the tasty mixture of love juices from my groin, I feel a few painful tugs as one occasionally gets caught between her teeth.
Finally, though, I have to protest as she moves onto the treat she has saved for last. Drawing my shrunken member between her lips, she sucks vigorously, making me cry out, "Take it easy, it hurts right now."
Rather than release me, she slows her sucking and nurses gently on my flaccid little prick, soothing it with soft caresses of her tiny tongue. But even that is too much for me, and with great reluctance, I pull her away and guide her lips to mine, tasting the exquisite bittersweet flavor of our lovemaking. A minute or so later, even Anna's gentle tonguing becomes too much for Alison, and she pulls her away to taste herself on the lips of her young friend.
"Will Alison really have a baby?" Rene asks, pulling away from my lips to look into my eyes.
"No," I answer, "remember, I told Anna she was still too young."
"Oh!" Rene looks disappointed. "Well, how come you said you were?"
"Because it can be fun to pretend you are," I answer, "which reminds me, Alison, just where did you learn to talk like that anyway?"
"From Jenny," she giggles. "She showed me this program on her daddy's computer where you can read all these neat stories about people fucking and things. Her daddy's got hundreds of stories about fucking little girls, and there's stacks of these really cool ones about little girls having their daddies' and brothers' babies."
"I think I know which ones," I say. "That sly old bugger, I never knew Tony felt like that.""So that's why you called me Daddy."
"Uh-huh," Alison giggles, "made you horny, didn't it?"
"Like a three-peckered billy goat," I reply.
"What's that?" Rene asks.
"A goat with three dicks," I tell her, making her giggle.
"Are you going to fuck me like that?" Anna asks, her tone both hopeful and afraid.
"No," I reply, cuddling her against me and Alison, "if I tried that with you, I'd split you in half, your pussy has to be stretched a bit first."
"Oh," (she was indeed hoping I would) "will you do it when I'm bigger?"
"If you want me to," I say, tightening my arm.
"Good," she says, her voice brightening, "it looked like Alison really liked being fucked like that."
"Oh, I did!" Alison exclaims fervently, "It was like, so awesome, I can't wait to do it again."
"Well, you can wait," Anna cries, taking my cock in a proprietary grip, "He's going to fuck me now."
"No, he's not," I mock groan, "I need a rest."
"Can we go in the spa again?" Rene asks.
"Okay," I say, struggling upright, "Bring the drink."
Chapter 26 - Naughty Girls
I totter out to the spa, making the girls giggle at my apparent decrepitude, and it is only when I lower myself into the water that I realize that Alison is missing. A few moments later, she appears carrying the bong and mix bowl.
"What do you think you are doing with that, young lady?" I ask, "Your mother said Rene had to be asleep."
"Oh, pooh!" she says, "Rene knows all about it. Don't you?"
Rene giggles sheepishly, which is all the answer I need. "Well, what about Anna? She certainly didn't know?"
"Well, it's too late now," Alison says, "Please?"
Against my better judgment, I agree, and with a happy squeal, Alison skips the rest of the way to the spa and carefully sets her burden down by my elbow before slipping into the water beside Anna. As Anna looks on in fascination, I take up the bong and carefully pack a cone. Setting the neck of the bong to my lips, I light it and draw the cloying sweet smoke deep into my lungs, holding it there as I set the bong down.
Alison giggles at Anna's awestruck expression as I release my breath a few seconds later. "Where'd the smoke go?" she asks.
"He kept it all," Alison says.
"Hey, why's it green?" Anna asks, peering into the bowl.
"Because it's mari-ju-ana," Rene giggles, carefully enunciating the 'j'.
Anna's jaw drops at this revelation. "But that's bad," she gasps, "My teacher says it makes you take heroin and other stuff."
"Your teacher's full of shit," Alison says in reply, "Mum says this stuff can't hurt you unless you smoke heaps and heaps, it just makes you feel good. But sometimes bad people put heroin in marijuana and that is bad because you can't stop taking heroin and then they sell it to you. Hurry up, Greg, it's my pipe."
"You smoke it too?" Anna gasps in shock.
"Uh-huh," Alison nods, "it makes my head feel all nice and spinny."
Anna's eyes follow the progress of the bong from my hands to Alison's, not blinking as Alison presses her lips to the opening at the neck of the bong. She flinches a little at the rasp of the spark-wheel and holds her breath as Alison drags the sweet-smelling smoke into her lungs. A few moments later, Alison lets the smoke trickle from her nostrils as she hands the bong back to me. The slight sound of the bong touching the deck beside the spa makes Anna jump, and she finally releases her breath with an explosive rush.
"Hey, I'm supposed to do that," Alison giggles.
"What's it like?" Anna asks.
"Real neat," Alison replies, "It makes everything feel all tingly and dreamy at the same time."
As I pack and smoke the next bong, Alison pulls Anna's ear to her lips, and I wonder what sort of mischief they are planning to commit against me. With my mind fuzzed by the intoxicating smoke, I think nothing of Alison's naughty giggle as I hand her the bong and lighter. A moment later, I take the bong back from her and turn to set it aside.
When I turn back, I find her with her lips pressed to Anna's, pushing the sweet mind-numbing smoke from her lungs into Anna's. Before I can separate them, Anna chokes and pulls back coughing as the last of the smoke trickles from Alison's mouth.
Grabbing the lemonade, which Rene is already holding out, I hold Anna in my arm and wait for the first hacking spasms to subside, then help her take a sip from the bottle. She coughs a couple more times and turns an accusatory glance on Alison.
"Sorry," she says contritely, "I forgot that happens the first couple of times."
"Well, it shouldn't have happened the first time," I say angrily, "Just what do you think you were playing at?"
"Don't blame her," Anna cries, "It was my fault. I asked if I could have some, and she said you probably wouldn't let me, but she said she could breathe it into me."
"That doesn't make it any better," I say, "She still knew that she was doing wrong. And you aren't any better."
"Sorry," they murmur together in small contrite voices.
"Well, it's done now," I say, relenting somewhat, "So do you like it?"
"Well, I feel really funny, it's nice, but I don't know if I want to do it again, it really hurt when I coughed," she replies.
"You get used to it," I say, "And it hurt like it did because you coughed up the smoke. Next time, try to keep from coughing until you breathe the smoke out. And now that I've given you that piece of advice, your next time shouldn't be until you are at least sixteen."
"But Alison's not sixteen," she objects.
"Alison's mum says she can," I tell her, "if your mum says you can, I might change my mind."
"How come your mum lets you?" Anna asks Alison curiously.
"She can tell you later," I say, "it's a long story."
I quickly finish off the last two pipes in the bowl and put it and the bong out of harm's way. Then, after taking a drink of lemonade and passing the bottle around, I lift Anna across to my other side and pull Rene into my lap. Alison and Anna snuggle up to my sides, and I pull them in close in a warm, loving hug.
For the next few minutes, we silently embrace, sharing our love for each other, until Rene decides that it has gone on long enough and digs her fingers into Alison's ribs. With an outraged squeal, Alison retaliates, and a moment later, I find myself at the bottom of a shrieking, giggling, laughing pile of little girls.
Sliding from underneath, I retreat to the other side of the tub and look on at the indiscriminate free-for-all that has erupted in the middle of the spa. They continue for a few minutes, alternately dunking each other in the roiling water, then, as if of one mind, they abruptly stop and turn to face me.
"Uh-oh," I cringe, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms about them.
Their faces twisted into hilarious grimaces as they fight to keep from giggling, they advance resolutely on me, and with Anna and Alison seizing my arms and Rene my legs, they jerk me from the seat and into the middle of the tub. I let the water close over my head, then uncoil explosively, roaring as I burst from the water and seize the first little girl that I see.
Anna shrieks happily as I grasp her about the waist and raise her high above my head, then bring her down so that she is sitting on my upturned face. Curling my tongue beneath her, I touch the tip to her puckered anus and slowly lower her, my tongue rasping over the soft sensitive flesh between her tight pussy lips until her hardening clit presses into my upper lip. Withdrawing my tongue, I close my lips about the sensitive little shaft and gently nurse upon it, feeling it continue to swell and harden in my mouth.
Keeping my lips over my teeth, I bite down on the inch-long shaft and lift her away from me, stretching her clit until it is nearly two inches long. She lets out a happy little shriek as it slips from my grasp and snaps back between her slightly swollen labia, and she pushes her hips back towards my mouth. Taking hold of her clit with my lips, I gently nip the tip and lower her back into the water.
She petulantly thumps me in the arm as I release her and turn to where Alison and Rene are tussling to be next. Alison pouts as I pick Rene and raise her pussy to my lips, pressing the tip of my stiffened tongue against her tiny vaginal opening, wriggling it as the tiny hole slowly dilates and allows me to taste the sweet, soft flesh within.
As I slide my tongue in and out of the tight, clasping sheath, Rene begins to wriggle in my grasp, hunching her soft, little mound against my nose, as a delightful sweet moistness seeps around my intruding tongue, nourishing me with her ambrosial nectar. She groans with disappointment as I withdraw my tongue from her little slot, then pulls her legs up, presenting me with her parted pussy lips as I put my lips to her tiny clit and suck hard.
Although tiny, I manage to get a grip on her clitoris with my lip-cushioned teeth, and she moans as I lift her away from me and pull the sensitive little nubbin of flesh away from her body. Squeaking happily, she pushes her hips back at me, and I nuzzle at the little slot between her legs once again, searching for her clit with my mouth. I nip the shiny little pearl gently between my teeth and lower her back to the water, collecting another thump as I reach for an eagerly waiting Alison.
As I lift her, she raises her legs and locks them about my neck, trapping my head against her sweet pussy. I briefly tongue her hairless slot until the chlorine taste of the water is replaced by the sweet flavor of her juvenile secretions, then drive my tongue deep into her vagina, tasting a lingering remnant of my earlier spend mixed with fresh juices seeping from the walls of her cunt.
I lave the soft ridged flesh within the confines of her tight young pussy for a while, then begin my search for her clit, pursing my lips and drawing the hard little bundle of nerves against my tongue.I teasingly flick the tip of my tongue back and forth for a few seconds, then tighten my lips and teeth on it and pull. She squeals as it snaps back and tightens her legs, pulling herself tight against my lips and grinding her pelvis in tight circles, roughly stimulating her sweet vulva against my beard.
A moment later, she yelps as I fasten my teeth about her clit and gently gnaw for a few seconds. But when I try to lift her from my shoulders, she tightens her legs about my neck, refusing to release me. 'Like that, huh?' I think and push her over backwards so that she is hanging upside down from my shoulders, her hair trailing in the water.
Curling her back to look up at me, she giggles, "Can't get rid of me."
"Oh yeah." I bend my knees and lower her into the water.
As soon as her nose disappears beneath the surface, her legs unlock from about my neck and she falls into the water, coming up a moment later snorting violently. "Water went up my nose, you ba- uh, bad man," she accuses between snorts.
Rene giggles at her sister's outrage and is immediately set upon by Alison, who starts tickling her unmercifully. Shrieking and squirming violently, she tries to escape her sister to no avail. For a moment, it looks like Anna is going to go to her rescue, but the only aid she offers is to support her head, keeping it above the surface as Alison attacks her little sister's ribs and belly.
Finally, she shrieks, "STOP! I'm gonna piddle."
Alison gives her little sister one last dig before releasing her and backing away, but that final assault is too much for the little girl, and she lets out a mortified yelp as a pink bloom appears in the water between her legs. Pressing her fingers against her mound, she turns her head to me and gives me a beseeching look, "Help, I've gotta go now!"
Taking hold of her, I lift her to my hip and step from the water, leaving a dripping trail. I carry her into the house. "Hurry up, you two," I call, figuring the elder girls would want to join in again.
"Don't wait for us," Alison calls. "We've got something else to do."
"We do?" Anna says in surprised tones.
"Yeah..." Alison's voice trails off as the kitchen door closes behind us.
"All the more for me, huh?" I say, looking down at Rene. She giggles in response, and I feel a warm wet pulse against my flank.
"Oops, I wasted some," she says, suppressing a giggle. "Hurry up."
I finish the trip with three long strides, stepping into the shower cubicle and lifting her to stand on my shoulders as soon as we pass under the curtain rail. Even as she settles her feet, a pale golden stream dribbles from between her labia and splashes from my chin. Grasping the shower hose at the point where it emerges from the wall to steady herself, she maneuvers her hips, aiming the golden stream into my wide-open mouth.
I avidly gulp the sweet offering down, some of it unavoidably trickling over my cheeks and down my front as I close my mouth to swallow. "Save some for me," she reminds me, as the flow slows to a trickle and then finishes with a couple of uncoordinated squirts that splash across my cheeks.
Holding the last of her pee in my mouth, I carefully lower her until she can wrap her legs around my waist and pull my head down to her lips. Opening my mouth over hers, I let my mouthful of urine trickle over her tongue and fill her little mouth, allowing the excess to dribble over her chin and down between us. A moment later, I see bubbles rise to the surface as she briefly gargles with her own piss, then gulps it down with a big smile. After quickly sluicing our bodies down with the shower, we quickly dry off and go to see what the other two are up to.From there it became customary for me to masturbate my tiny neighbor to orgasm every few days. In that whole time, my primary concern had been for her pleasure, and although it aroused me greatly to give her that pleasure, not once had I used her to bring about my own release. While she had the ability to communicate her wants to me, there was no way for me to ask her if she was willing to take care of mine.
With older girls too, the first cues have usually been nonverbal, and always I have allowed them to set the pace and the degree of involvement. In the case of two sisters, it never went beyond a fairly innocent session of show and tell.
One of them had accidentally barged in on me while I was in the toilet. She had been considerably embarrassed by the incident, and it had taken me quite some time to calm her down and let her know that I wasn't mad that she'd seen my "pee-pee" as she called it. A little later, I noticed her in a huddle with her sister, both of them giving me significant glances punctuated by embarrassed giggles.
Two days later, I was in the same position when I heard muffled giggles from outside the toilet door, and a moment later, both girls burst in, their faces red with embarrassment as they stared at my penis. I let them look for a few seconds as I finished my business, then calmly put it away. Looking at each other, they seemed to come to a decision, and as I stepped away from the bowl, the eldest girl pulled her shorts and knickers down and, with a crimson face, sat down and proceeded to pee before I could leave.
As I turned away, her sister blocked the doorway, letting me know that this little show was for my benefit, so I turned back to watch. As my eyes locked on the little slit between her legs, she kicked her pants off and spread her legs further apart, giving me a better view of her hairless labia and the little strip of pink flesh between them. The golden jet arching from her sweet young mound continued for a few more seconds, then after wiping herself dry, she made way for her little sister, leaving her shorts and knickers in a pile on the floor.
The younger girl had been wearing a dress, and in order to give me an unobstructed view, she had elected to discard it completely. Totally naked, she sat down in front of me and, with her legs spread to their greatest extent, she proceeded to urinate as if my presence was the most natural thing in the world.
Only once she had wiped herself dry did they speak for the first time, the eldest asking me to tell them why we are different, and her little sister asking if they can have a better look at my "pee-pee." I scolded them gently about doing that sort of thing with strangers, and they replied that I was special and they knew I wouldn't hurt them. When I said that wasn't a very good reason, they simply insisted that they "just knew" that I was safe.
After explaining the reasons why I shouldn't and giving them a number of opportunities to leave things as they were, they convinced me they really wanted to do this, and we went into their bedroom where they proceeded to help me out of my clothes as I began to tell them about boys and girls. Being eight and nine years old, I figured they were old enough for a fairly complete description of the facts of life.
As I spoke, we used each other as models to learn about the different parts of our bodies, and what places felt good to touch. They were fascinated by the way my cock got stiff when they touched it, but did not seem to be interested in watching me ejaculate. Then, having decided that they had seen everything they wanted to, we got dressed, and they returned to their coloring, and I to my book.
That evening, as I checked to see if they were asleep, the youngest girl told me that I was right and she and her sister thought orgasms were the best thing ever. She gave me a big 'thank you' kiss and a few minutes later joined her sister in the land of nod.
I continued to babysit them on other occasions, but that was the first and only time we touched each other, though whenever we were alone together, it was quite common, but not the rule, for one of us to be peeing while the other's looked on waiting their turn, or simply continuing a conversation.
Of all my young lovers, Jenny was probably the most forward. I'd answered an ad in the newspaper for a math and science tutor. The first couple of times I'd tutored her, I did it in their home, but it quickly became apparent that her younger brother, who had a major personality disorder and was subject to bouts of prolonged screaming, was too much of a disruption for me to do my job properly, so the sessions were moved to my home.
Some three months later, her father's job took him to Japan for a week, and in order to present the right image, he was asked to take his wife with him. They were able to make alternative arrangements for her brother, leaving him with his grandparents, but this would have made it impossible for Jenny to attend school, so they asked me if I would look after her for the week and provide some intensive tutoring at the same time. As my house was actually closer to her school than her own, it was decided that she would stay with me.
Over that week, we explored just about every sexual variation a man and a ten-year-old child could accomplish: masturbation, sucking and fucking; anal sex; water sports; bondage; dominance and submission, with both of us taking the role of top; even a little mild pain. We took every step with our eyes wide open, and we enjoyed every single minute. Jenny led, and I followed; she took me to places I'd heard of but never visited. I was her instructor, and she was my guide.
[If you want to learn more of my adventures with Jenny, read my story 'Babysitter - Jenny'.] | null | Chapter 1 - Shanghaied | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Clayton's Children - The Babysitter.txt |
2,209 | Clayton | Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow | "Ew, gross!" Charlie cried as his little sister finally succeeded in pinning him to the floor of the rumpus room. She might have been eighteen months younger than him, but she very nearly matched him in height, and she made up for any deficiencies with buzz-saw ferocity.
He never wanted to get into a real fight with Suzy. Back in second grade, she'd made a real bloody mess of a sixth-grader twice her size who had been bullying one of the 'little kids' as she put it, and she'd only gotten meaner and bigger in the two years since. However, these wrestling games they played were fun, and provided she played within the rules (rules that they had established after one set of slightly bruised testicles, and a few other assorted minor mayhems they had committed on one another), they tended to be fairly evenly matched.
Recently, the games had been fun for a new and exhilarating, if somewhat embarrassing, reason. He didn't know why, but getting close to his little sister like this, particularly in one of the extended bouts where neither one of them could gain and hold an advantage, caused his cock to grow big and throb delightfully. He enjoyed the feelings, but was also deathly afraid that it might be noticed. It had happened to one of the boys in his class at school, and everybody had laughed at him and teased him for days.
"What's gross?" Suzy demanded, not letting up the pressure for an instant. She'd learned long since that such apparent non-sequiturs were often precursors to attempts at escape, though in recent months, he hadn't been doing it as much. Oh, he would fight as hard as ever until she won, but rather than struggle as he used to, once pinned, he now would wait until she chose to let him rise.
Then she realized that his nose was pressing into her side, just below her armpit, and she giggled. "I'll show you gross. Sniff this!" With that, she pushed his nose deep into her armpit.
"Ew, yuck!" Charlie cried, the words marred by a sudden change in register and further mangled by having his lips mashed flat by her ribs. "I meant you've got, you've got hair under your arm."
"Bullshit! No way!" she cried, "You're just trying to get away. Just give up, ya wimp, and I'll let you go."
Charlie was just about to do that when he got an idea. Sure it was pretty gross, but not really, and they'd only had their showers about an hour previously. He stuck out his tongue and licked the cup of his little sister's armpit.
She let out a blood-curdling shriek at the unexpected, and very wet contact, and the next thing she knew, Charlie was sitting astride her floating ribs, one of his large hands pinning both her wrists above her head. "No bullshit. Yes way," he told her stunned face. "There's three on this side, and six on the other."
"Hey, no tickling," she squeaked as she watched his fingers move towards her highly exposed armpits.
"Not gonna," Charlie said. "Just gonna prove to you they're there."
He managed to catch one of the fine black hairs just emerging from the smooth skin between thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug.
"Ouch!" she squeaked, "That hurt!"
"Sorry," Charlie apologized, letting her go with both hands and sitting back on his heels. "But do you believe me now?"
"Yeah, I believe you," she said, and suddenly giggled, "You reckon I'm gross for having a couple of hairs, and then you lick me there."
"It's only sweat," he replied defensively, "And it's not even old, you just had your shower."
"True," she admitted with a grin, "But was it legal?"
"Yup," Charlie smirked, "It wasn't hitting, biting, or scratching, or pinching, or pulling hair, I didn't knee you in the crack, and the only balls you've got are metaphorical, so yeah, it was legal." Hissing to represent a cheering crowd, Charlie shook his clasped hands above his head and proclaimed, "Winner and still champeen of the world, Charlie Foster."
A flurry of limbs, and five seconds later, Charlie found himself once again on his back, with Suzy's knees digging painfully into his own armpits, as her hands pressed down on his ribs. "Who's champeen?" she asked with a smirk.
"You are, Suzy Floozy," he quickly admitted, knowing from prior experience that she would grind harder and harder against the taut tendons beneath his arms until he did give in.
She immediately relaxed the pressure until it was no longer painful, but did not immediately let him up. "How come you called me that?" she asked, "Nobody's called me that in ages."
"I dunno," he replied, "It just came out."
"Oh," she said, releasing his hands and sliding down to sit on his stomach, reclining against his legs as he automatically raised them to give her a backrest. "I guess you can call me that if you like. But only in private, O.K."
"Whatever you reckon, Suzy Coozie," he grinned.
"Hey!" she protested loudly, "I know what that means."
"It wouldn't be an insult if you didn't," Charlie smirked.
With a sniff, Suzy pushed herself to her feet. "Come on, I wanna see if I can see them in the mirror."
"What do you need me for?" Charlie asked.
"I wanna see if you're getting them too," she replied, "and the light's better in there."
"Of course I've got them," Charlie declaimed loudly, "I'm two years older than you."
"One and a half," Suzy corrected automatically, "And besides, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows girls mature faster than boys. I bet you haven't got one single hair."
"Do too," Charlie returned, "You know I shave." He also had new hair growing elsewhere, but he wasn't going to let his little sister know that. She'd probably want to see it, and then she'd see that damned stiffy that always seemed to pick the most inopportune moments to appear.
"Yeah, once a week, and it's just bum fluff anyway," Suzy giggled. "Still, that's another reason. You can show me how to shave it off."
"Oh, all right," Charlie finally acceded, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. "You'll just nag me until I do anyway."
"I don't nag," Suzy giggled, "I'm just very, very persuasive."
"Yeah, right," her big brother said sarcastically.
"Come on." Ignoring his words, she towed him by the hand into the bathroom, not releasing him until the door was closed behind them.
Turning to face the full-length mirror on the back of the door, she twisted side-on to it and curled her arm over the top of her head to expose her right armpit. "Wow, you're right," she cried excitedly. Using the fingers of her left hand, she teased the half-dozen barely visible hairs she found there.
After examining her left armpit in the same fashion, she turned to face her big brother. "O.K., take your shirt off so I can see if you've got any."
Charlie felt faintly embarrassed at this request, not understanding why, since he'd never felt that way before. He hesitated for a moment too long, and Suzy started tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off him herself.
"O..K., O.K.," he protested, backing away from her."Just give me a sec."
"Well, hurry up then," Suzy told him impatiently.
"I'm hurrying," he cried as he drew his t-shirt off over his head. "I'm hurrying."
"Well, get your arms up," she ordered, once he was shirtless.
Flushing faintly pink, Charlie complied. Ducking her head, Suzy peered at the area exposed beneath his right arm. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "You've got heaps, but they're really faint and I can hardly see them."
"That's because I'm blond, dummy," Charlie said.
"I know that, stupid," Suzy fired back. "Hey, you're getting them on your chest too."
"I am?" Charlie asked proudly, peering down at himself.
"Yeah," she replied, stroking just inside his right nipple, giving him a tiny thrill he did not understand. "But you gotta look right up close, they're really, really tiny, and they're nearly white."
"Oh, yeah!" he breathed, "I can see them too now."
Having satisfied her curiosity, Suzy quickly turns to the next task on her agenda. "Come on, get your razor and stuff, and show me how to shave mine off."
It only took Charlie a few seconds to retrieve a new razor, the can of shaving foam, and the tube of moisturizing lotion he knew their mother used on her legs in place of aftershave. Handing Suzy the can of foam, he said, "Here, you put this on. If I do it, I'll tickle you."
"Just a sec," she said, "I don't want to get it on my shirt." Saying this, she stripped off the tank top she was wearing, not caring that he could now see her nipples. She didn't even think about it, since she often wore nothing but her knickers (and up until a few months previously, nothing at all) in front of him in the mornings when they were getting ready for school, or in the evenings when they were getting ready for bed.
Taking the can from her brother, she squirted far too much foam into the palm of her hand. Giggling, she said, "It's just like mousse. A tiny bit turns into heaps." Chucking most of what filled her hand into the sink, she used the remainder to lather up her armpits, and turned the right one to her brother. "O.K. Show me how to do it."
"Well, first of all, you've gotta do it soft or you'll cut yourself," Charlie told her, "and it works better if the razor's hot too." He turned on the hot tap in the basin, and wetted the razor in the stream, once the water was hot. "Now, don't move," he cautioned her, and laid the heated razor against her skin and drew it downwards through the foam, whilst Suzy bit on her lip to keep from giggling. Two more strokes, and her armpit was clear of both foam and hair.
"Now, let me try," Suzy said, taking the razor from him. She wetted it, and a trifle clumsily copied his actions.
Whilst she was thus occupied, and he was freed from having to concentrate on what he was doing, Charlie watched his sister. His eyes wandered away from the creamy lather smeared beneath her arm and fixed upon the tiny tan nipple a few centimeters away. Immediately he realised that hair was not the only new growth his little nine [and a half - Suzy] year old sister was experiencing. He compared it with the one on the other side and was shocked to discover that this one looked no different to his own. The one on her left definitely stood out in a tiny dome that extended beyond the boundaries of her nipple, but the one on the right was just as definitely still perfectly flat. He wondered if there was something wrong with her.
"There, done," Suzy announced, cutting through his reverie. Less than half an hour after Charlie's initial discovery, Suzy's armpits were as bare of hair as they had been up until only days previously.
"Suzy?" Charlie asked concernedly, "Is there something wrong with your boobs?"
"Huh?" Suzy stared down at herself in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well, one's swollen up and the other one isn't," he replied, "Maybe you better get Mum to take you to the doctor or something."
"Hey, you're right," she squealed, sounding not at all worried. "My boobs are starting to grow too. Well, at least one is," She finishes with a giggle.
"But shouldn't they both be growing together?" he asked, still sounding worried.
"Nah," Suzy reassured him, "Mum said that might happen." She pinched what she could of her right nipple, making the little bump in the center stiffen and stand outwards. "This one'll catch up in a week or two."
The realization that his little sister was getting real boobs caused a different type of growth to happen inside Charlie's pants, distracting him, and causing him to feel sudden, acute embarrassment. And in his embarrassment, he missed his sister's next actions and words.
"Charlie!" The level of exasperation in her voice told him that this was probably the third or fourth time she had called him.
"Huh?" he mumbled, looking up, "What?"
Her next words flew right over the top of his head too, because his little sister was now standing there in nothing but her undies, and she had these drawn down to the tops of her thighs, exposing a split mound of pale creamy flesh a little smaller than his clenched fist.
This time nothing penetrated his suddenly vacant skull. It wasn't until she pulled her knickers back up to cover her crack that she was able to get his attention, and even then she had to kick him in the shin. "You can stare all you want to later," she told him, causing his stomach (and other things) to lurch, "but I wanna ask you something first."
"Uh, yeah, what?" he managed to mumble, tearing his eyes away from the blinding expanse of white cotton, through which he was sure he could still see the outline of her (even in his mind he whispered the word) her cunt.
"I said," Suzy replied, sounding exasperated, "Mum told you, you had to keep shaving your beard to make it grow better, didn't she?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So I'm getting hairs down there on my cu-uh-crack too," Suzy said, "And if you shave them off for me, they'll grow faster. And if you keep doing it till the holidays, and then if you stop, when I go back to school I'll have heaps. I don't know anyone in my grade that's got any yet, so if I come back after the holidays with a real big patch, all the other girls will be sooo jealous."
Poor Charlie's cock was throbbing like a bee had stung it, and though he did not know it yet, his internal organs were rapidly maturing, and even as his sister spoke, they were preparing his first ever load of spunk. But he was not yet aware of these changes within himself, all he knew was that his little sister was willing to let him look at her cunt all he wanted. Not only that, she wanted him to shave it. She wanted him to touch it. He couldn't believe this was happening.
"Well?" she asked, hands on hips, having once again resorted to applying her (fortunately bare) toes to his shin.
"Uh, I can't," he mumbled, "What if Mum finds out?"
"How's she gonna find out?" Suzy asked, "She's at work until midnight, and it isn't even eight o'clock yet. Are you gonna tell her?"
"No way!" Charlie ejaculated.
"So what's the problem?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to look at my crack, you were staring at it hard enough a minute ago."
"I, uh, I do want to see it again," Charlie admitted, "But if you want me to shave it, I'll have to touch it too."
"Oh, scaredy cat from Ballarat," Suzy taunted him, "I just had a shower, and I haven't peed since, but if you're scared, I'll wash it again for you first."
"Uh, that's not it," Charlie said, red-faced, "I know it's clean and all that, but I guess I am scared. What if I, uh, cut you or something? Can't you do it?"
"Huh?" she sniffs, "I probably would cut it. I can hardly see it at all, and you can see all of it up close. Besides, I've only used the razor once, and you've been doing it for weeks. Maybe later, after I've practiced on you for a bit, I can do it, but I want to start right now, so I can make it grow as much as possible. So, will you do it for me? Please? Pretty please with sugar on it, and a cherry on top?"
"I suppose," Charlie answered slowly, but with real reluctance. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it. He felt that he wanted to too much. However, he also knew that it was wrong, and that there'd be hell to pay if they were caught. Worse still would be the teasing, if anyone at school found out. Whilst girls were no longer the anathema they'd been in previous years, she was two years younger than him, [a year and a half - Suzy] and worse still, she was his sister. His life would be over if the story ever got out.
"You don't sound like you want to do it," Suzy said accusingly.
"I do," Charlie answered, "But if the kids at school ever find out, I might as well kill myself."
"They won't," Suzy reassured him. "I guess the best way is if I lie down on the floor and put my legs apart."
"I guess," Charlie agreed.
"But I think I'm gonna have to pee first," She giggled. "I don't think you want me doing that on your hands. Don't worry, I'll wash it after."
"O.K.," Charlie said, turning to open the door, "Tell me when you're ready."
"Where are you going?" Suzy asked with a giggle, stripping her undies off completely, and standing before him totally nude. "It's not like you haven't seen me pee before. Remember when we were little and we'd make our pee go together in the shower?"
"That was ages ago," Charlie mumbled, "And remember that was why Mum stopped us having showers together."
"No, it wasn't," Suzy giggled, "It was the time you let me hold it and she caught me trying to aim it into the cup. Anyway, this is different. It's like a doctor thing or something, because you're just helping me."
"What's that got to do with me watching you pee?" Charlie asked.
"It just seems pretty silly you going outside, that's all," Suzy replied, "But if you're going to go, you better hurry up, or I'm gonna do it down my legs.""Uh, I guess I can just close my eyes," Charlie mumbled.
"Whatever," Suzy said dismissively as she sat down on the commode. "I don't care if you look or not."
"I, uh," Charlie mumbled in obvious embarrassment, "You really don't care?"
"That's what I said, didn't I?" Suzy replied.
"Then, um, can I, uh," he said, finishing in a rush, "Can I watch up close? I uh never really did see how girls did it when you were little."
"Yeah, sure," Suzy gave her permission easily. "But you better hurry up, I'm gonna explode in a minute."
Scarcely believing that he was doing it, Charlie hurried to kneel in front of the toilet, pushing Suzy's knees even further apart in order to get as close as possible. Totally unembarrassed, Suzy reached down between her legs with her hands and peeled the two halves of her all but hairless little crack open.
Inside, the flesh was almost as pink as the inside of her mouth, and it was shiny smooth, like it had been polished. Up near the top of her crack, and running parallel to it, was a thick little flap of skin almost as wide as her littlest finger, and about as long as the first joint. It was white along the upper surface, but shading to pink like the rest of the insides of her crack underneath. Further back, there was what appeared to be some sort of opening. From sniggered conversations held behind the shelter sheds, this must be the place where a boy put his dick, and he guessed that this must be where the pee came out as well.
So fascinated was he by this never before seen sight, that he was all but oblivious to the ache in his painfully bent cock, and also of its angry throbbing.
Then Suzy started peeing, and he realized that his guess had been wrong. At first, it looked like the pee was coming from the end of that flap of skin, as if it were some sort of little dick, but he quickly realized that it actually emerged further back, about halfway between it and the hole at the back, where a hitherto invisible hole had opened up. Another thing that surprised him was the sheer force with which her pee emerged. The stream was at least three times as thick as his own, and seemed to be much faster too. If a boy could pee like that, he would have no trouble pissing as high as the tanks above the urinals at school, where some smart arse had written, 'IF YOU CAN PEE ABOVE THIS LINE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT NEEDS YOU.'
However, Charlie could also see that girls really did have an aiming problem. Emerging as it did from a hole flush with the rest of her body, the stream constantly changed directions with every little movement of her body, even hitting the tips of her fingers on a couple of occasions. And when she was finished, there was nothing for her to shake the last drops from. Instead, they trickled backwards towards the hole.
"Yuck," Suzy giggled when she was done. Reaching for a wad of toilet paper, she said, "Usually I only do it like that when I'm playing in the shower, but reckoned you'd want to see inside to where it came out." She wiped her fingers and then her crack with the paper, then as she dropped it into the water, she said, "Will, you get me a face washer so I can clean it properly for you?"
"No, you just put a towel on the floor and get ready," Charlie told her. "I'll do it. I forgot that it works even better if you put a hot cloth on it first."
"Not too hot," Suzy giggled, "It's pretty sensitive down there, you know."
"O.K.," Charlie agreed.
As Suzy laid out a towel on the tiles, Charlie rose, suppressing a groan as he suddenly became aware of the throbbing ache in his groin. Surreptitiously, he adjusted his cock into a more comfortable position as he wetted a face cloth under the hot tap of the sink.
When he turned back to his little sister, she was lying on her back, her legs parted to an angle of more than ninety degrees. "Here, put this over it," he said, handing her the heated cloth.
She took the cloth from him and did as he instructed, hissing slightly at the heat on her delicate privates. Meanwhile, Charlie filled a small basin with hot water and dropped to the floor between her knees. "O.K. that's probably enough," he said after about half a minute, "You can put the foam on now."
"No, you do it. I can hardly see where the hairs are. You can see it much better than me," She replied, pushing the can towards him across the tiles with an unnaturally loud rattle.
With shaking fingers, Charlie peeled the now cooling cloth away, revealing her damp, heat-reddened mound. Setting it aside, he peered intently at the dozen or so tiny hairs that it was his task to remove. Almost jet black, they were about half a centimeter long, and plastered flat to her skin, starting practically at the edge of her crack, where the skin curled into it, radiating outwards so that each one looked like the line of a little arrow pointing at that thick flap of skin.
As he examined her, he asked with a grin, "You were going to say something else before, weren't you?"
"When?"
"You were gonna call your crack a swearword, weren't you?"
"Uh, not exactly," Suzy giggled, "I was gonna call it a cunny. All the girls at school call it that."
"Oh," Charlie mumbled, "I like that, it sounds nicer than the other word."
"You mean cunt?" Suzy giggled naughtily. "Isn't that what all you boys call it?"
"Uh, yeah," he said, his face pinking with embarrassment.
"We do sometimes too," Suzy admitted, "but mostly we say cunny, or sometimes fanny, except we've got this kid from America, and she keeps on getting that mixed up with bum, so mostly we say cunny now. She was the one who told us that name for it anyway."
"Well, I guess I'd better hurry up, or I'm gonna have to cook your cunny some more," Charlie joked.
"O.K.," Suzy said agreeably, wriggling her legs another few degrees apart.
Like his sister, Charlie squirted too much foam into his hand, nervousness, rather than inexperience, being his excuse. After scraping most of it off his hand into the bowl of water, he began dabbing the remainder ineffectually on either side of her crack. "Ya big pussy," She giggled, and grabbed his wrist, forcing his fingertips more firmly against the warm rubbery folds of her almost pubescent cunny.
To him, she seemed even hotter than the cloth when he'd given it to her. His cock throbbed, ticking away the seconds as his biological clock raced ever more rapidly towards the moment when he would first spew forth his potent, life-kindling seed. But that moment was not quite upon him yet.
He pulled his fingers from Suzy's grip, wiping them clean of foam on the towel beside his knee. He then takes the razor from where it has been standing in the bowl of hot water and shakes it dry, before testing it against the inside of his wrist. Finding it too hot, he blows on it for a few seconds to cool it. Then he looks at her foam-smeared cunny, wondering how he is to do this.
"I think I'm going to have to touch your cunny," he says hesitantly, "That bit of skin inside your crack is sort of in the way."
"Yeah, O.K.," Suzy agrees easily. "It's called a clitty, by the way."
Charlie forces his fingers to steadiness and gently presses that mysterious piece of flesh to one side. He is not sure what purpose it has, but he's instinctively certain that it is extremely sensitive, and he does not want to hurt his beautiful baby sister for the world. A sharply indrawn breath from her makes him fear that he had not been gentle enough. Snatching his hand away, he looks anxiously into her eyes, an apology already forming on his lips.
However, she beats him to it, saying, "It's O.K., you didn't hurt me, it just felt really, really weird."
With greater confidence, he touches her again, briefly swirling the razor in the water to re-heat it. Then, holding her clitty and the other half of her cunny out of the way, he smoothly strokes the razor across her flesh, stripping away half of the hairs signifying his baby sister's rapidly approaching maturity. A shift of his fingers, and another gasp from Suzy, then three seconds later, she was as bare as the day she was born.
Telling her, "Stay there," he rose and rinsed the cloth in hot water, and then knelt to lay it flat over her freshly denuded pubis. He did not understand the mechanism by which the heat caused her to sweat beneath the cloth, thus replenishing the natural moisturizing oils that the shaving foam had stripped away. What he did know, was that the second application of the hot cloth served to banish an irritating itch, that he otherwise felt when he shaved himself.
Again, when he offered Suzy the tube of moisturizing gel, she said for him to do it himself, claiming that he best knew where she needed it. Thanking every god that he knew of, Charlie squeezed a dollop of aloe-vera onto the tips of his fingers and began to slowly work it into her skin.
Unconsciously, he used long slow strokes in order to prolong the contact as much as possible. The skin of her sweet nine [O.K., O.K. and a half - Clayton] year old cunny, was the smoothest and softest he had ever felt. The moisturizing gel, made it oily slick, letting his fingers slide freely without catching. The sensation of his fingers sliding over her slick flesh was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. And whilst he was not quite fingering his sister, he silently bet that he was coming a lot closer to it than any of the other braggarts in his class ever had.
Unbeknownst to Charlie, his gentle ministrations were igniting a whole raft of hitherto unknown sensations within his little sister's body. Sensations that caused her to gasp softly, and after just a few moments, writhe slowly beneath her big brother's gentle fingers. "Oh god!" she gasped, "That feels wonderful. Keep doing it. Do it on my clitty too."
Charlie couldn't believe it.He was actually getting his baby sister off with his fingers. The stories told behind the shelter sheds were very unclear and often contradictory, but there was enough truth in them to let him glean this fact. He also realized that the so-called 'true' stories he'd heard were mostly fabrication. What he was doing bore no resemblance to the harsh, rough actions 'confessed' to by almost all of his friends. And after feeling the delicacy of his baby sister's little cunny, he knew that any attempt to emulate them would give more pain than pleasure.
He also noticed that the flaccid mass of her clitty was now quite stiff and hard. It actually protruded nearly a centimeter beyond her crack like a tiny little stiffy, and it even had a round pink knob the size of a small grape on the end. He brushed his finger across the taut pink skin and was rewarded by the loudest gasp yet. It was almost a moan. The noise made him glance up her body, and he saw that she was playing with her one barely developed boob and its backward companion.
Her fingers twisted and pulled on her nipples almost roughly, and her expression seemed to be one of pain. But she did not stop mauling her small, almost nonexistent breast (and its still totally undeveloped partner). She even jerked her hips impatiently, making him realize that his fingers had come to a halt as he stared mesmerized at her face. The expression there was definitely not from pain, so it must be from pleasure so intense as to be a very different kind of agony.
Her hips jerked again, and he looked back down at his fingers, willing them back into the motions his baby sister so obviously enjoyed. Gaining confidence in his ministrations, Charlie began to explore further afield. Continuing to massage her now passion-flushed cunny lips and lust-stiffened clitty with one hand, he let the other slide down to the bottom of her crack and prise it open. Inside she glistened with a wetness that he did not think was pee. It seemed to be thickest about her cunny hole.
He touched it and found it to be much thinner than the aloe-vera gel, but at the same time, even more slippery. The new sensation of his finger on the lip of her little cunny mouth drew fresh and even louder gasps from Suzy, and another jerk of her hips, one that forced her body down over nearly two centimeters of his middle finger.
She actually squealed at the sudden and unexpected intrusion. Once again he looked into her face and was met by her widely staring eyes. "You've got your finger in me, haven't you?" Suzy asked with wonder in her voice.
"Uh, yeah," Charlie mumbled, sure that his world was about to come crashing down around his ears. "I couldn't help it when you jerked like that. I'll take it out now."
"Don't you fucking dare!" she growled at him fiercely. "It feels even better than before. See if you can get more in."
"Are you sure?" Charlie asked uncertainly. "It's pretty tight."
"Yes, I'm bloody sure," she almost snarled. "Push it in. Push it right up inside me."
Charlie pushed, and another centimeter of his finger slid up inside his little sister's body. Inside she was furnace hot and slippery. Her cunny hole squeezed his finger like a tightly fitted glove, but at the same time slid smoothly over it. Inside she was even softer than the outside. Cautiously he tried emulating the most believable of the tales he'd heard, but much more gently than the teller had said he did it.
He slid his finger almost all the way out, and even as his sister began to protest, pushed it back inside. Now more than half of his finger was within her body, and she squealed her pleasure. "Again!" she ordered him. "And do my clitty too."
He tried to coordinate his motions, succeeding in the main, and three-quarters of his finger was inside her. She groaned deep in her throat and rose up to meet him, dropping back as he withdrew, and then when he pushed back into her, she threw herself up towards him. His palm met the swollen, puffy flesh of her cunny with a soft slap, and he was all the way inside her. That was another story from behind the shelter sheds that proved to be a myth, and then remembering the day he had accidentally kneed her in the crack and made her bleed, he decided it probably wasn't a myth after all. He had been sorry for the pain he had accidentally caused her that day, but now he was glad for it, since it let him slide painlessly inside and give her this pleasure.
She screamed his name and writhed bonelessly, causing his fingers to become entangled over her clit. The way his hand curled naturally to cup her smooth, hairless cunny gave him an idea, and he withdrew the fingers working her stiffened clit. He squeezed a big blob of gel directly onto her clit, making her squeal yet again, this time from the shocking chill, but before she could protest, he pressed the heel of his hand down on her mound, gently crushing that proud stand of flesh flat.
"Yes!" she cried, grinding herself even harder into his palm.
He slid his now freed hand up the length of her body and pushed her fingers away from her one little tit. He had got there arse about face, but he finally had a real girl's tit in his hand, albeit a small one, and albeit his nine-and-a-half-year-old baby sister's, but it was a real tit and he was feeling it, while he fingered her superheated little cunny. It wasn't soft like he'd thought it would be. Instead, the tiny nipple was as firm as the pencil eraser it looked like, and the underlying flesh was almost as firm and rubbery, it had none of the pillowy resilience he'd come to expect from resting his cheek on his mother's substantial bosom when she hugged him.
But that was relatively unimportant. His other hand was between her legs, and what he felt there was beyond anything he had ever been able to imagine. He withdrew his finger, keeping the heel of his hand firmly on her clitty, and she cried her delight at this double, synchronous stimulation. She was being massaged internally and externally, and though he did not know it, the pad of his fingertip and the larger pad at the base of his thumb were working in concert on the two most sensitive regions of her body.
Suzy's tiny body trembled with a rising passion that threatened to overwhelm her. Her own abortive attempts at self-gratification had been unlubricated and unsatisfying. Instead, her first true sexual experience was at the hands of one of the two people whom she loved most in the world. That these hands were utterly unskilled mattered to her not at all, if she even thought of it. They were touching her in ways she'd never known, but everything they did was exactly right. His palm bore down on her screaming clitty with exactly the right amount of pressure as he drew his finger from inside her body, and then as he pushed back, she felt him tilt his hand and let up on her clit, causing his fingertip to press deliciously against the front wall of her cunny hole.
She felt an overwhelming need to pee rise up inside her, but the pleasure that accompanied it drove her to ignore it. She could always apologize for it later, but if she stopped him now, she feared that she might never experience these sensational new feelings again, and that thought was not to be borne.
Every time his finger pushed into her quivering body, she felt powerful electric flashes shoot out from her cunny into the rest of her body, and when he pushed down on her throbbing clitty as he withdrew, different but equally compelling sensations radiated outwards. Her budding titties ached painfully, but still she impatiently thrust his fumbling hand aside and savagely pulled and twisted the almost rock-hard little point in a fashion that would have had her screaming in pain at other times.
Charlie must have picked up on her savagery, because he tried to close his hand into a fist with his finger still inside her. Her clitty was mashed flat, and his fingertip pressed so hard inside her she was certain that her bladder was about to burst from the amount of pee it felt like it held. She howled and dug into her screaming tit flesh, forcing her fortunately short fingernails into the blood-darkened skin. She dug her heels and shoulders into the floor, lifting the rest of her body into the air, and still the sensations rose higher within her.
She felt a sudden stretching sensation between her legs, and with no more warning than that, there were two fingers jammed palm-deep inside her foaming cunny. She heard an unrecognizable voice snarling "Harder, you limp-wristed arse bandit," and realized it was her own, but distorted almost beyond recognition. The epithet was one that had once caused her normally placid, sweet-tempered mother to walk up to a stranger in the street and knock him cold with a single punch, so she knew it was a powerful one. And indeed, it had the desired effect.
"You want it, cunt slut," she heard her brother snarl at her from a million miles away. "You've fucking got it."
She felt his fingers slam into her, stretching her impossibly wide, as the heel of his hand met her violently upthrust mound with a wet, meaty slap, and then it clenched so tightly, it felt like he was about to drive a hole through to the outside. Still clutching her, he withdrew, and when the tips of his fingers came to that spot, a brilliant shaft of pure white light burned a path up the length of her tightly arched spine and punched straight through the top of her head. She heard herself screaming, and then Charlie heard her insult. Later would be a time for determining where she had heard it; right now, he felt the rage burst within himself as he snarled out his reply and tried to punish her by slamming into her delicate little cunny. But she rose to it and cried her acceptance.He wanted to punish her for being stronger than him, but she took it and cried for more. He clenched his hand into a fist, intending to punch her with it, oblivious to the fact that he still held her barely fledged nine-and-a-half-year-old cunny in it. He pulled away, the pressure of his hand actually forcing the blood from her engorged clitty, while within, his fingertips found and crushed flat the female analogue to his own now almost fully developed prostate, her G-spot.
She screamed. It was a sound that tore into him, making him realize what he had just done to his baby sister. Suddenly the sound was gone, not dying away as it might have done with loss of breath, but chopped off as with an axe. He did not know it, but her diaphragm had cramped tight, reflex holding what little breath that remained to her within her body, as an unprecedented demand was placed upon her child's body.
She thrashed about, hooked on his fingers like a fish struggling for freedom, her glassy eyes stared sightlessly past his shoulder, her cunny clamped down upon his intruding fingers with what felt like bone-breaking force, relaxed and bore down again. He tried to pull away, but her pipe-stem thighs held his wrist immobile. His mind screamed to him to let her go, but her body held him in place with undeniable strength. He wanted to relieve her of the agony that she so obviously felt, but she would not let him go. He tried to force himself free, thinking any extra pain would be nothing beside what he had already done to her, but her hands found and clasped his wrist. Her fingertips dug into his tendons, and he screamed at the flaring pain.
He welcomed it, thinking it nothing more than his due for what he had done to her. Somewhere she found breath, and he realized that the word she croaked was "More!". He could not bring himself to do it to her, but he did work his hand in a more gentle fashion than before to rub both the inside of her cunny hole and her palpably throbbing clitty.
It was enough. She sighed, and collapsed like a punctured inflatable toy. Her entire body sagged, and went limp, but any attempt on his part to withdraw was resisted with a painful steely-fingered grip. He gave into it, and gently continued his internal and external massage. He did not understand how she could have found pleasure in what should have been unrivaled pain, but he began to realize that she had done so nevertheless. He could not bring himself to continue it, and thus his personal sense of decency made him do exactly the right thing.
His fingers gently found and massaged away knots of abused tissue, easing, and breaking up incipient bruising before it had a chance to tie her still immature body into knots of agony. The love that he held for her, held him where he was most needed where another might have taken advantage, or fled, leaving her to come crashing down from an unprecedented high without a loving safety net.
Finally, her tiny overtaxed body fell limp, and for the first time in what seemed like an age, she drew a deep, shuddering breath. Poor Charlie did not know what to do. He did not think that she would want him to be there when she recovered from whatever it was that had happened to her, yet nor could he leave her alone on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. One thing he did do once she relaxed and released him was get his fingers out of her, before she woke up.
He became aware that her entire body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and he used another towel to cover her nude body before it chilled, straightening the towel beneath her at the same time. Just as he finished, she groaned, and came properly awake.
"You O.K., Suzy?" he asked her worriedly.
She tried to speak, and finding her mouth too dry to talk, she settled for a close-mouthed, "Mmm-hmmm." Her eyes flicked towards the sink, and he guessed that she would like a drink.
He rose and filled a toothglass, then settled beside her shoulders, slipping an arm beneath her to support her in a half-sitting position as she pulled the glass to her lips and gulped thirstily. "Thanks," she said once it was empty, "I needed that."
"How do you feel?" he asked anxiously.
"Sore," she replied with a faint grin.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be," she said fervently, "I'm not. That was absolutely the best thing ever."
"What was it like?" he asked, curiosity overtaking worry, once he knew she was all right.
"I dunno," she said. "A cross between being punched in the guts, and my body exploding, I guess. Except it all felt good." She grinned. "I can't explain it any better than that. Even the things that hurt felt good."
"Where does it hurt now?" he asked her.
"In my cunny a little bit, but mostly my boobs, and I did that," She replied, and lifted the towel over her body to have a look. "Whoo-ee," she whistled, "I did make a mess."
Charlie looked at her boobs and let out a whistle as well. Both were swollen, the unformed one on the right was the size the left one had been, and that was now twice its original size. Furthermore, both were surrounded by the rapidly darkening purple mottling of incipient bruising.
"Shit, you'd better not let Mum see that," he said.
"I'll say," she giggled, "Have a look at my cunny and tell me what it looks like."
For a reason that he could not later explain, he lay down between her legs on his stomach, placing his nose only a few centimeters away from her swollen little love box. Her clitty had retreated into its covering, and was almost completely withdrawn between the thick, and still somewhat flushed, puffy lips that flanked it. The whole area between her legs, and a good way down the insides of each thigh glistened with moisture, of which most must have come from her.
"It's a bit red," he told her, "but it doesn't look bruised or anything." He sniffed, inhaling her aroma, and continued, "It smells funny."
"I think I'm going to be washing it a lot from now on," she giggled.
"Actually, it doesn't smell bad, just kinda weird," he said, moving his nose closer still, and taking a deep breath through it. "I kinda like it."
"You're gross," she giggled.
A 'shelter shed' story rose up in his mind, and the low, horrified tones in which Steve had related it, argued for a kernel of truth. "Try this for gross," he said, and closed the last of the gap with his mouth, to drag his extended tongue the full length of her crack from bottom to top.
"Fuck me!" she squealed, as he moved back a little to savor the taste. "What did you do that for?"
"I heard about it at school," he said, grinning up at her shocked expression. He paused while he considered the flavor filling his mouth and decided that on the whole he liked it. "You taste as good as you smell, but that moisturizing stuff isn't the best."
"Would you do it again?" she asked hesitantly, with a hint of eagerness in her voice. "It felt wild."
"Yup," he replied without hesitation, adding, "But not until you wash the moisturizing shit off."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she cried, springing to her feet, and then grasping at the sink for support. "Woo-hoo, still a bit wobbly," she giggled.
While Suzy carefully washed her young cunny, Charlie quickly straightened up the room, putting away the razor and other shaving paraphernalia, and stuffing both towels into the bottom of the washing basket.
"Do boys feel good like that too?" Suzy asked as they worked at their respective tasks.
"I guess so," Charlie replied, "But it's different too. Boys are supposed to squirt this white stuff called spunk."
"Do you?"
"I haven't yet," he admitted, "But I guess I will soon, because I've got a fair bit of hair around my dick."
"Can I see?" she asked eagerly.
"I suppose," he agreed with some reluctance, "But you better not laugh at it."
"Why would I?" she asked, wrinkling her nose, "I've seen it before."
"Yeah, but that was ages ago," he said, "And all the kids at school laugh when a boy gets a stiffy like I've got now."
"What's that?"
"Well, sometimes a boy's dick gets real long and stiff," He explained, "and it makes his pants stick out."
"How come yours aren't sticking out then?"
"I've got it pointing up, and my jocks are holding it."
"Oh," she said, "Well, can I see it then? I promise I won't laugh."
"Yeah, O.K.," he said, and fumbled with the drawstring of his shorts.
A moment later, they were around his ankles, and the outline of his rigid prick was clearly evident through the tight material of his jocks.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "it sure looks a lot bigger than the last time I saw it."
"It's grown a lot in the last few months," he said, his cheeks pink with embarrassment, "And it gets even bigger when I've got a stiffy."
Drawing a breath to steel himself, Charlie hooked his thumbs in the sides of his jocks and before his nerve could fail, he bent, pushing them to his ankles. With his ears burning, he straightened, letting his little sister see his cock for the first time in nearly two years.
There was no risk that Suzy might laugh. She was far too fascinated with what she saw. It was a long, slender wand of pale, creamy flesh about as long and thick as half a candle. It stood out from his body at about a forty-five-degree angle, and there was a little tuft of dark blond hairs about two centimeters long at its base. Hanging below it were his balls in a little wrinkled sack, and these too seemed much larger than before. The last time she'd seen them, they were about the size of hazelnuts, but now they looked bigger than peach pits.
But it was the end of his dick that fascinated her most. All the other time she had seen it, there had been a long tube of skin over the end.But that had pulled back to expose a bulbous pink knob that flared out, making it look like one of those funny helmets German soldiers used to wear. Underneath the tip, there was a small patch of skin with dozens of wrinkles, but the pink skin of the helmet itself was so tight it was shiny. There was a little cleft that ran up to the very tip, where a small hole seeped some sort of moisture.
"Do you need to pee?" she asked.
"No."
"What's that stuff then?"
"I don't know," he replied, "I've never seen it before."
Curiously, she reached out to touch it with a fingertip, and when she pulled away, a clear, viscous strand joined her to him, stretching until it was several centimeters long before it finally broke. She rubbed it against her thumb, discovering its slippery nature. "It's like the stuff from my cunny, real slippery," she mused. Suddenly, she grinned, "You tasted me. Now I'm going to taste you."
She touched her slippery digit to her tongue and smiled when she discovered the sweet, sugary taste of his pre-cum. "You taste pretty good too."
"There's more where that came from," Charlie said, grasping the base of his dick and waving it up and down.
Taking it as a challenge, Suzy dropped to her knees and took hold of the waving cock above his hand, dipped her head to engulf the entire tip of his cock in her mouth. The shelter shed crowd in her age group weren't really at the stage of exchanging (mostly) erroneous stories about what went on between the sheets, except in the most primitive sense. However, they still did a roaring trade in sexual epithets, insults, and dirty jokes, and 'cock-sucker' was a common theme.
So she sucked. And she got a whole lot more than she bargained for.
Less than a week from his first ever nocturnal emission in what might have been the normal course of events, their activities over the past half hour or so had short-circuited his development, and the sensation of her soft warm lips and wet tongue on his barely eleven-year-old cock was more than his precisely pubescent body could take.
In his defense, the young boy tried to warn his little sister that something was about to happen, but firstly he had no inkling what, and secondly what he felt came close to frying every neural circuit in his young body, and all that came out of his suddenly slack mouth was a strangled groan.
Familiar with such sounds, having made any number of them herself in the immediate past, Suzy took it as a sign to continue, and redoubled her efforts. She discovered that the skin sheathing his shaft slid easily over it, and squeezed and drew her hand upwards, trying to extract even more of his sweet, sticky pre-cum. She succeeded, getting a big greasy dollop on her tongue for her efforts, but also triggered an unstoppable avalanche.
Charlie felt a burning sensation in his cock that was in some ways similar to what he felt when he pinched off his pee in mid-flow, but it was like Suzy's description of her own recent feelings. The automatic comparison was with something painful, even though the sensations were actually acutely pleasurable.
There was a pulsation, like nothing he had ever felt before, deep within his body, and with it a feeling of release. On Suzy's part, she felt his cock throb, and was rewarded with an actual spurt of the clear greasy liquid that she had just discovered she liked so much. But that was just his prostate clearing the chamber, so to speak.
Eagerly, she lapped it up, stimulating his hyper-sensitized cock beyond endurance, and he screamed his release, his voice shifting from a boyish soprano to a manly tenor in mid-aspiration. She sucked and kneaded his cock avidly. It responded with a second more powerful throb, and without warning, flooded her young mouth with a salty, slightly bitter liquid. It struck the back of her throat, making her choke, forcing some of it back out through her nose, and burning the tender membranes there.
Gasping, she drew back, just as another spurt shot forth, some of it going into her still open mouth, and the rest drawing a thick creamy line from her lip, across one cheek and eye to her forehead, and on into her hair. Charlie squealed, and yet another creamy gob jetted from his throbbing dick. It was a little weaker and struck her chin to drip between her almost non-existent boobs.
She felt his cock pulsate in her hand several more times, but what was left of his virgin cum only oozed forth to coat the fingers with which she still gripped his steely hard cock. She'd also had time to recover from her surprise and consider what had just happened, and to savor the taste of the thick, cloying liquid that coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Overall, she decided she liked it. She preferred the clear, sweet liquid that preceded it, but there was something primal and compelling in the flavor of the gluey, salty, bittersweet goop that he had just squirted into her mouth and all over her face. It was also gross and very, very nasty, and that just added to the allure and whetted her appetite for more.
Just then, Charlie groaned and began to sway, and she realized that the same sense of lassitude that she had felt after her own release was upon him. Throwing her arms around his waist, she was just able to stop him from toppling as his knees gave way, and hold him upright as he slid through her arms.
They ended up in an ungainly tangle of arms and legs, their faces just centimeters apart.
"Wow!" Charlie breathed.
"Double wow," Suzy giggled. "That was mega-gross."
"Sorry," he apologized, "I wasn't expecting anything like that. I just thought you'd get it off with your fingers."
"You licked me," she said, as if that were all the explanation necessary. And to all intents and purposes, it was. Anything Charlie did, she would do it too or break something trying. Tilting her head slightly to one side, she looked at his cock. "So that's what happens when a boy has those good feelings. Interesting. I guess I better clean up the mess I made."
Dumbstruck, Charlie watched as she took hold of his still hard cock and licked it like a lollipop, making him groan at the sensation of her rough tongue on his oversensitive knob. "Ah, shit, stop it!" he yelped.
"Why?" Suzy asked, pulling back with a look of concern on her face.
"It's too sensitive right now," he said. "It feels so good it hurts."
"Sorry, I didn't know," she said contritely.
"That's okay," he grinned down at her spermy face, "I didn't either. You know something?"
"What?"
"Your face is a real mess," he giggled. "It looks like a Clag bottle exploded all over it."
Suzy got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. "I think you might be right," she giggled. "But I can soon fix that."
Saying that, she started scooping his spunk up with her fingers and shoving them in her mouth, making happy little smacking noises of appreciation as she sucked them clean. The task only took her a few seconds, and when she was done, she said, "Come on, let's go back to the play room and do some more."
"You're a sex maniac," Charlie giggled.
"Yup," she agreed proudly, seizing his hand and dragging him from the bathroom.
With the native caution of children knowing that they are being naughty, they made sure all the curtains were fully closed, with not even a chink through which someone outside might observe them.
"I think the wrestling mat," Suzy decided. "It'll be easier to clean afterwards."
They sat facing each other, and then suddenly self-consciousness set in, and neither wanted to be the one to make the first move, until finally Suzy broke the silence. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked, "Properly, I mean?"
"Of course I have," Charlie lied unconvincingly.
"Really?" Suzy asked disbelievingly.
Blushing, Charlie admitted the truth. "No. Just you and Mum, and Aunt Ethel."
"And they're not proper kisses with tongues and stuff," Suzy said, "Wanna practice it with me?"
"But you're my sister!" he objected strenuously.
"So it's all right to stick your tongue in my cunny, but not my mouth?" she giggled.
"I, ah-" he stuttered, and then grinned, "Of course it isn't alright, but I'm gonna keep doing it anyway."
"Let's do it then," Suzy said, rising up onto her knees and shuffling forwards until her knees touched his.
Charlie sat back on his heels for a few moments longer, and then rose as well. For several seconds, they faced each other, their noses only a few centimeters apart, and then closed the gap. From movies, they both knew to tilt their head, but both chose to tilt in the same direction and they bumped noses.
Giggling, Suzy rubbed her nose on his, and then pulled back. "Well, that's an Eskimo kiss," she giggled.
They tried again, and this time their lips met in a clumsy and rather sloppy open-mouthed kiss. "Yuck! Gross!" Suzy cried, pulling back and scrubbing the back of her hand across her mouth.
"It was your idea," Charlie reminded her with a laugh, as he too wiped away excess saliva.
"Okay, let's try that again," Suzy giggled.
Their lips met again, and only with a tiny amount of repositioning achieved a good mesh, though for several seconds, neither of the siblings were brave enough to take it any further, until finally Suzy broke the impasse and thrust her tongue willy-nilly into her brother's mouth. Then for a couple of seconds longer, he tried to avoid coming into contact with it. Then when he did meet it, it was with a forceful thrust that drove hers back beyond his lips.
But soon, they learned to meet each other's tongue more gently, and to entwine them lovingly, rather than parry and thrust like dueling enemies.As they became more familiar with and accustomed to the intimate contact, they took turns exploring the interior of each other's mouths, testing the sharp edges of each other's teeth, and the silk-sheathed hardness of their sibling's gums, returning all the while to bring their tongues together.
Part way into their oral explorations, they discovered that a peculiarity of Suzy's could be put to amazing use. Both children had the ability to curl their tongues into a tube, but Suzy had the rare additional ability to curl it downwards as well as upwards, and when she did the latter, their tongues interlocked in a marvelously sensual fashion.
As they discovered the joys of truly sensual kissing, they learned to enhance the experience, pulling their nude bodies against each other with their hands, running those hands up and down each other's backs, from the crease at the base of their sibling's buttocks, all the way up into their hair.
All too soon, the intimate contact had an entirely predictable effect on Charlie. His eleven-year-old cock filled with blood and rose to press between her legs against the soft, warm crease of his little sister's hairless vulva. Charlie loved it and clutched tightly at her bottom, pulling her even more firmly against his body.
For a brief moment, Suzy wondered what the hard thing pressing between her legs was, before realizing that it could only be his cock grown stiff and hard again. Excited by the thought, she ground back at him, moving her hips in tiny circles since that was all the movement that her brother's clutching hands allowed her. But it was enough to work the slender wand of his dick into the warm, and rapidly moistening crease between her thick cunny lips.
Feeling his cock rubbing on her quickly swelling clit caused her to redouble her efforts. Meanwhile, the tropical heat and wetness enveloping Charlie's cock drove him to seek increased friction between them as well. He pulled back a few centimeters and surged back against his sister, groaning into her mouth at the intensity of the sensation. Nor was he alone in vocalizing his pleasure. Suzy's squeal filled their mouths, puffing their cheeks out before finally escaping with a wet farting noise that caused them both to break apart and burst out laughing.
However, the sexual tension that had been growing between them soon caused their giggles to die down. Looking at each other, they realized that their explorations were not yet over, though once again neither was quite ready to make the first move.
Charlie, with his greater store of sexual knowledge, wrong though most of it was, realized that what they had just done was called dry fucking. But already his mind was moving past that, wondering how he could broach the idea of doing it for real.
However, Suzy beat him to it. "Um, Charlie?" she asked hesitantly as she fixed her gaze on a point between his nipples and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
"Yeah?" he replied cautiously, recognizing the tone, if not its cause.
"Um, do you want to um, you know, um, do it?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.
"WHAT?" Although her request was exactly where his thoughts were taking him, it still caught him by surprise. And that surprise was enough to temporarily reawaken his sense of proper brotherly behavior.
"I'm sorry," she said suddenly contrite. "It was just that your fingers felt pretty good when they were inside me, and I was wondering what it would feel like if you put your dick in me instead. But I guess you don't want to, 'cause I haven't got any real boobs yet, or proper hair on my cunny."
"It's not that, Suzy," Charlie told her. "It's just that brothers and sisters just aren't supposed to do that with each other."
"Well, aren't we not supposed to do the other things we did either?" Suzy pointed out.
"Well, no," Charlie admitted, adding with reluctant conscientiousness, "I guess we'd better get dressed and not do it any more."
"And another thing," she went on, "Where does Uncle Lionel sleep when he stays with us?"
"With Mum," Charlie said. "So what?"
"You know, for a big brother, you're pretty dumb sometimes," Suzy giggles. "I bet they do more than just sleep, you know. If he just wanted to sleep, he could use the spare room."
"But he's only really her half-brother," Charlie argued.
"But he's still Mum's brother, because they've got the same dad," Suzy said, "even if they have got different mums. So if Mum and Uncle Lionel can do it, why can't we?"
"Well, you could get pregnant," Charlie pointed out.
"No, I can't," Suzy replied. "I haven't got my periods yet, so now's the best time to do it, before I do, and we can't do it any more."
"I guess," Charlie admitted slowly.
"So does that mean you will fuck me, Charlie?" Suzy asked hopefully.
"Yeah, why not," Charlie grinned.
"Oh, goodie," Suzy squealed with little-girl enthusiasm.
Moments later, she was crouching on all fours, with her still bony bum pointed towards him, and the fat, glistening lips of her young pussy visible between the tops of her skinny thighs.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked in surprise.
"Isn't this how you do it?" Suzy asked, looking back over her shoulder. "It's the way I've seen dogs doing it."
"I guess it's one way," Charlie laughed. "They call it doggie style too, but people mostly do it different. Usually the girl lies down on her back with her legs open, sorta like when I shaved you."
"Can we do it with you lying down, and I get on top of you?" Suzy asked.
"Yeah, I suppose," Charlie said, adding with a grin, "You never do like it when I get on top, do you."
"Not if we're wrestling, I don't," she giggles. "But I'll let you get on top now if you like."
"Nah, that's all right," Charlie grinned. "Besides, if you're sitting up, I'll be able to see better."
"O.K., you lie down then," Suzy ordered. "Oh, what's happened to it?"
Despite his possession of a cock that picked the most embarrassing times to rear up and make a spectacle of itself, Charlie was still basically a child, and what they were about to attempt was pretty much a fun thing to try to him, since he had not yet matured to the point where the mere thought of sex would send blood surging to his loins. Most of the time it just happened, usually at the most embarrassing moments.
However, Suzy didn't bother waiting for an answer to her question; she just proceeded to solve the problem in a way already known to her. She knelt beside her brother and bent to take his limp prick between her glistening lips, with immediate salutary results. Charlie groaned at the sensation of his little sister's warm, moist mouth engulfing his flaccid cock.
Within seconds, she jerked off him with a gagging noise, as the limp noodle which fitted so easily within her mouth suddenly doubled in length and girth, and pressed against the back of her throat. "Well, that certainly did the trick," she giggled.
Taking hold of his now iron-hard member, she threw a leg across his hips and fitted the bulbous head of his prick against the small, slick mouth of her young cunny. Then, once she had it in position, she let almost her entire weight come to bear on it.
Fortunately for both of them, their earlier activities had begun the process of lubricating her young pussy, and the spittle she'd left behind on his cock made that slick too. But even so, her eyes bulged with a mixture of surprise and not a little pain, as her little cunny was stuffed to capacity and beyond with a prick that, while still boyishly slender, had more than enough length to cause envy in the heart of a full-grown man.
Nor was she alone in her pain, as most of her weight came to rest on the tip of Charlie's stiff prick. His tenor yelp was every bit as loud as her shrill screech. "Uh, take it easy," he managed to grate out as he used his hands to relieve some of the pressure.
"Ah, yeah," Suzy squeaked, blinking back tears.
"Do you want to stop?" Charlie asked. "How do you feel?"
"No way!" Suzy cried, grasping his wrists just in case he decided to push her off anyway. "It hurt a bit at first, but it's getting better. Now, mostly I just feel stuffed full."
"Well, turkey, I guess now you know how one feels," Charlie giggled, looking down the length of his body to where three-quarters of his dick was speared into his sister's body.
"Turkey!" she screeched. "I'll show you who's a turkey."
Forgetting for a moment what they'd set out to do, Suzy became her usual combative self, pushing his wrists to the mat and attempting to pin him down. Laughing, Charlie resisted her attempts and thrust upward with his hips, trying to dislodge her so that he could roll on top and pin her down instead. They both gasped as they were delightfully reminded of just how intimately they were connected.
"WOW!" Suzy squeaked, wide-eyed. "Do that again."
Charlie tried, but this time her weight was fully upon him and got exactly nowhere. "You've got to lift up a bit," he told her.
She lifted her hips a few centimeters, smiling at the feeling of her brother's stiff cock sliding part way out of her sheath, then snickered at the dopey look that has come over his face from feeling the complement to her sensations. "You look dumb," she giggled.
Grinning back at her, he lunges upwards with his hips, bringing a pop-eyed look to her face, and laughs, "Now who looks dumb?"
Playfully at first, they experiment with this new and extremely pleasurable way of fitting their young bodies together, laughing at the rubbery twists of each other's face, and the chorus of grunts, squeaks and groans that they make. However, in less than a minute, their mirth is forgotten as the feelings radiating from where they are joined become more and more intense.As they experimented with different ways of moving, Suzy quickly discovered that by leaning forward over Charlie's torso and arching her back, she could drag her sensitive clitoris along the length of his stiff penis, massively intensifying the delicious feeling of having that stiff member slide in and out of her tight vagina.
For Charlie, the entire world had narrowed down to the hot, wet, slippery, and above all tight sheath repeatedly sliding up and down the steely length of his penis. For every gasp that his little sister emitted as he thrust up into her, he had a matching groan as she pulled away. With what little mind that was left to him, he could tell that she was moving towards another crashing climax like he'd given her half an hour earlier with his fingers.
However, within himself the feeling was rising even more quickly. Quicker and quicker, he pushed up into her body, jabbing into her twice and then three times, for every rolling rise and fall of her hips.
And then he was there. His back arched, forcing every centimeter of his penis that her young vagina could take into her body and held it there as his testicles churned and released great surging gouts of his semen through his penis in great, burning lava hot gouts, to splash against the tightly closed mouth of her womb.
Atop him, Suzy was buffeted and tossed about by the frenetic pace of his rutting, and then as he went stiff and rigid beneath her, she became aware of the hot flood pulsing deep inside her body. Realizing that he was almost spent, she quickened the pace of her own plunging rise and fall, chasing her own release, but as she felt herself coming close, she could feel his penis rapidly wilting inside her.
Frantically, she redoubled her efforts, but all she accomplished was to lose the small nubbin that had remained within her vagina. Almost crying with her need, she reached beneath her, searching for his steely spear, but only found a limp, wet grub that slipped from her grasping fingers. Moaning with frustration, she pushed two fingers inside herself, trying to copy what he had done to her in the bathroom, and in part she succeeded.
She rolled from his now limp body, falling onto her back with her legs splayed apart like a frog readied for dissection and slid her fingers in and out of her needy vagina, beating the mixture of his semen and her own juices into a frothy mess. But every time she reached for her release, she felt it slipping away, and moaned at her loss.
Slowly, Charlie recovered from the most intense experience of his short life, feeling the sensation of their combined juices drying on his now limp penis and matting the small tuft of hairs at its base. Slowly he became aware of Suzy's missing weight, and then the soft yipping squeals as she sought a conclusion, and then a groan of disappointment as her climax slipped away from her.
He forced himself up onto one elbow to look at her, seeing how she clawed at her bald vagina, and the look of almost madness on her face as she worked herself upwards yet again. "Yes!" she was muttering to herself, "Nearly there. Just a little bit more. Oh yes, yes, ye- Nooo!" She trailed off with a cracked cry of disappointment, as final release eluded her clawing fingers.
It hurt him to see her like that, so obviously in need, but almost finding what her body craved like a drug, only to have it snatched away from her at the last moment. Without stopping to think, he moved to relieve her, and it was good that he did not take the time to think, or he may very well not have done what he did.
He rolled between her legs, and pulled her hand away to replace her fingers with his lips and tongue. Afterwards he could not remember why he chose to do that, rather than use his fingers as he'd done in the bathroom, and it was only when she'd locked her fingers in his hair in a death grip that he realized that the strange, spicy overtone to her taste was the semen he'd squirted into her less than a minute earlier.
He hesitated for a moment with this realization, feeling a faint sense of disquiet at the intimacy of tasting his own emissions, but then her fingers tightened in his hair, as she pushed herself against his lips with almost bruising force. "Please!" she pleaded pitifully.
A part of him, nurtured by playground ignorance and bigotry wanted to refuse, but a greater part, that was his love for his little sister, held sway and he extended his tongue into her hot, sticky groove, albeit hesitantly at first. But her answering cry of delight pleased and encouraged him, letting him squash prejudices that were still only half formed and concentrate on giving his sister the pleasure that she had already given him.
And soon they were a forgotten memory, he discovered to his intense delight that the flavor of their mingled juices was incredible beyond words, and he went after them ravenously. He forced his tongue deep into her fluttering opening, and hungrily slurped them up. Suzy squealed and abandoned his wiry blond curls to grasp her legs and pull them back in order to offer him even greater access to her aching vagina.
Despite his mind-wiping hunger for their co-mingled fluids, Charlie retained enough presence of mind to remember that it was her clitoris that most needed his attention. Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from her tight little vagina, and flicked it over her swollen pleasure bud. She screamed, and her heels thudded painfully against his spine as she once again took hold of his head and crushed it painfully against her screaming vulva.
Remembering how she had pleasured him, Charlie closed his lips around the small throbbing knob and sucked hard, and was rewarded with a grip that threatened to rip his hair out in clumps, and a lip-bruising thrust of her pelvis. But his pain was something remote compared to what he felt for his sister. He hadn't been able to get her off with his penis like he was supposed to, but there were other ways, and he'd do it even if she snatched him bald in the process.
Though he was becoming old enough for adolescent doubts and insecurities to color his thinking, he still possessed enough of the indomitable confidence of his childhood to barrel along any path he'd committed himself to, regardless of his abilities. And thus not knowing how to properly pleasure a girl with his mouth and tongue, he did it anyway.
He flicked the small knob protruding past his lips with his tongue and was rewarded by a loud squeak and a tightening of the fingers entangled in his curls. He cushioned his teeth with his lips and bit down upon it, and she shrieked, nearly bloodying his nose with her pubic bone as she raised herself up on her shoulders, her heels digging into his back. Wanting more of her nectar, he released her clitoris, and sealed his lips around her vaginal opening and tried to suck her dry. He failed, but still got a mouthful of her sweet juices and his semen.
He swallowed, and without thinking went after the copious quantities that had seeped from her vagina and down towards her bottom, only realizing what he had done as his tongue lapped over her wrinkled pink pucker, and his sister gasped with shock. A small part of his mind cringed with disgust, but that part which was not mind, that was evolution's most potent tool, drove him to continue. He cleaned her lovingly, and dragged his tongue back upwards to her clitoris. | null | null | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow.txt |
2,210 | Clayton | Clayton's Children - Moving Pictures | "Daddy?" My little girl's voice interrupts my attempts to get the characters in my current novel to behave and follow the plot I've mapped out for them.
"Yes, honey?" I say, turning my chair to face the door.
"Can I borrow the video camera so I can tape my party?" she pleads winsomely. "I promise I'll be real careful with it."
"Well, I don't know," I reply. "It's very expensive. Maybe I should tape it for you."
"But you promised me no boys," she says, "And you've let me use it before."
"That was different, I was with you then."
"But I'm older now," she argues. "I promise we'll be real, real careful."
"Okay, honey," I say, relenting. Rising from my seat, I get the camera in its case out of the cupboard and quickly run through the do's and don'ts before handing it over to her.
With a squealed "Thank you" and a bubble gum-flavored kiss, she starts to scamper off, and then abruptly slows to a sedate walk as she remembers her burden.
Smiling to myself, I watch her leave my office. Tonight was the night of my little girl's first official slumber party. She'd turned eight two days earlier, and I'd finally agreed, after two weeks of begging, that she could have her three best friends sleep over for the entire weekend in lieu of a party. Two hours earlier, three mothers had deposited three little girls on my doorstep, and with mocking references to my bravery, they'd departed for a kid-free weekend of ski slopes and ski instructors named Lars and Sven.
I too questioned my sanity in allowing the weekend-long sleepover. On her own, Cindy often proved to be more than a handful for me. One little girl multiplied by four had the potential to be very interesting in the same sense as the Arabic curse, "May you live in interesting times." Still, I felt that I had them more or less committed to reasonably good behavior, with my threat to camp in their midst for the remainder of the weekend if they let themselves get too far out of control.
Listening to the distant sounds of their childish Hollywood aspirations, I turn back to my computer and immerse myself in dragging my recalcitrant novel back on track.
***
I don't know what time their party broke up during the night, because after my daughter's departure with the camera, my muse smiled upon me, and I was only peripherally aware of the occasional squeals, shrieks, and peals of laughter coming from the other end of the house as I pounded out nearly fifteen thousand words of prose over the next eight hours or so. When exhaustion finally drove me to seek my bed, there was only silence, and when I looked in on them, they were fast asleep, cocooned in their sleeping bags.
When I finally awaken late the next morning, I'm greeted by a continuation of the same silence, and when I make my way to the kitchen for a badly needed caffeine hit, I discover a note telling me that they have gone down to the beach to collect shells and that they would be back in time for lunch.
I guess there's still a bit of naughty little boy left in me, because instead of returning to the parts of the house not ruled off-limits to my male presence, I tiptoe into their inner sanctum, feeling much the same guilty thrill I'd felt as a small boy when I'd ventured into the girls' toilets at school on a dare. The room more commonly known as the rumpus room currently bears a strong resemblance to the girls' wear department of a chain store, *after* being struck by a cyclone. What appears to be at least twenty complete changes of clothing is strewn in piles about the room. Just as it had been when I'd looked in a few hours earlier, all of the furniture is pushed back against the walls, leaving a large cleared area in the middle of the room. Two blue, a red, and a green sleeping bag are screwed up in balls on the sofa, and nearby are four collapsed bags with various items of intimate apparel spilling out of them.
Near the TV is a small table, and on top of it is my camera, connected by cables to the back of the television. Immediately, I start wondering what images of childhood innocence might be on the tape inside it.
The first thing that I discover is that they have completely drained both battery packs, but it doesn't take me long to connect up the AC adapter. I also plug in the charger and put the spare pack on charge as well. I then settle back with the detachable remote and my cup of coffee for a voyeuristic peek at an epochal event in my little girl's childhood.
The beginning of the tape is much as anyone might expect. Three giggling little girls clowning around before the camera: assuming exaggeratedly sexy poses, pushing and shoving each other, and singing along and dancing to a raucous selection of popular CDs.
I'm not exactly pleased to discover that possession of the camera is fairly evenly shared amongst all four girls. However, they all seem to handle it reasonably competently, and as they say: 'The proof is in the pudding,' and the camera had obviously survived the evening unscathed.
After about five minutes of general tomfoolery, their activity changes to a fashion show. With the girls one by one parading down the middle of the room in the various outfits now strewn around me. My little girl Zoe leads the parade, dressed in a short pleated wrap-around skirt and a simple white t-shirt.
Tiny seven-and-a-half-year-old Mary follows her, wearing one of Zoe's old 'Sunday best' outfits from two years ago, a pink and white confection of frills and lace, lacking only a huge lollipop to complete her ensemble.
Then Sally, or Stretch as her friends have taken to calling her since a recent growth spurt left her towering over the tallest of the other three, Zoe, by more than half a head, and head and shoulders over Mary. Her outfit is a floor-length black sheath dress, with enormous flowing sleeves. Her long black hair and winter pallor makes her a dead ringer for a young Morticia Addams.
The last girl, Samantha, self-consciously walks towards the camera wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a tight purple crop top that leaves her slightly bulging midriff bare. Much to my surprise, I see that the little girl, barely three months older than my own little one, is sporting a well-developed pair of boobs, easily large enough to each fill an eggcup. Much of their prominence is, I suspect, due to her somewhat plump figure, but I can't help but imagine that some of it is real.
More outfits follow, many of them totally unsuited to the season: little sundresses; short skirts; t-shirts and thin blouses; shorts and the like, and where their attire is more suited to the cold weather, it tends towards skin-tight. All in all, a slightly naughty display of preteen pulchritude which has me smiling with paternal indulgence, even as I make a mental note to pay more attention to what my little girl is wearing when she next leaves the house.
Gradually the outfits get a little tighter and more revealing. Sally, it turns out, also has the beginnings of a tiny set of boobs, and given her utter lack of fat anywhere else on her body, there is no doubting that they are the real thing. With a fatherly sigh, I wonder at the speed with which little girls seem to develop these days.At around their third or fourth change of clothing, the first bathing suit appears, and I realize that they had planned their little fashion parade as an integral part of their weekend. Again, my little birthday girl is first, wearing last year's bathing suit. I notice that they are starting to get a little tight on her, showing off the shape of her little cunny mound with just a little too much definition to be quite decent. I add another mental note to buy her a replacement when the warmer weather rolls around.
Mary's suit still fits her well enough, though it is of a surprisingly mature cut for such a little girl. It is a one-piece, pure white in color, with leg openings that rise to where her waist would be if she had one at the sides, and with a deeply plunging neckline.
Sally's suit is a fairly modest and unremarkable green and blue bikini, though something strikes me as odd. The top is very much like a crop top, the bottom edge crossing her chest and passing under her arms only a little above the bottom of her breastbone, and the bottoms cut across her tummy just a few centimeters below the slit of her belly button. However, it does fit her tightly enough to reveal a very prominent cunny mound that bulges well forward of the flat plane of her tummy, and I suddenly realize what it was that I found odd about her suit. With the waistband as high as it is, there are several centimeters of fabric covering her tummy above her jutting mons, and that causes it to be accentuated far more than if she'd been wearing a briefer suit that cut across her body at hip level. And the broad expanses of stretch fabric covering her chest have much the same effect, making it very clear that a pair of tiny boobies have begun to sprout underneath. If she'd been older, I would have thought it deliberate, but given her age, I just assumed her mother had made a poor choice, even as I mentally thanked her for that poor choice.
Samantha's suit proves to be entirely unremarkable, but to my eyes, it is still delightfully sexy. It is made of rather heavy fabric and cut in the style called boy leg, the bottoms like tight shorts that cover her from just below her navel to a few centimeters below her crotch. The top is like Sally's but more so, covering her chest from the hollow at the base of her throat to the bottom of her ribs, leaving just a few centimeters of bare skin exposed around her middle, and it fits her snugly enough to all but flatten her baby fat boobs.
From bathing suits, they return to everyday clothing, but they are far more aggressive in their presentation, twirling and lifting their skirts high enough to reveal flashes of pink, white, and yellow beneath. Sally struts towards the camera in a skirt so short that it barely covers her pink knickers, and occasionally it fails to do so. I hear my daughter's naughty giggle, and the viewpoint of the camera drops to below the level of the bottom of Sally's skirt, and zooms in to capture a tight shot of her well-filled pink knickers. "I can see right up your skirt," I hear my daughter naughtily announce.
Instead of being embarrassed as she might have been in mixed company, Sally just laughs and lifts the front of her skirt to show off the entire bulging front of her knickers. "Can you see them better now?" she asks naughtily. She then turns her back to the camera and bends over to look back between her knees, the hem of her skirt rising so high as to reveal almost all of her skinny rump. "How about this?" she giggles.
Suddenly, the picture on the screen jounces and whirls as Zoe stands and moves towards her friend. I hear a short shriek from Sally, and when the picture stabilizes, I see that my naughty daughter has given her friend a wedgie. Now most of the back of Sally's knickers are hidden inside her butt crack, and her bony backside fills most of the screen before me. What isn't bony is the thick sausage-like bulge of her cunny lips that protrudes between the tops of her skinny thighs.
"Jeez, your cunny really sticks out," Samantha giggles from off-camera with an edge of nervousness.
"You're telling me," I chuckle to myself as I adjust my rapidly hardening member to a more comfortable position.
Giggling Sally stands up, and the view cuts to Samantha in a daffodil yellow pleated wrap-around skirt over a pair of day-glo green pedal pushers. However, it would appear that the skirt belongs to little Mary, as there is so little overlap that the green of her bike shorts repeatedly flashes through. On top, she is wearing a tiny bikini top that last graced my daughter's torso some two years ago. I wonder how on Earth she had managed to get it tied around her body. A moment later, the secret is revealed when she turns, and I see the glint of a safety pin joining the two ends of the strap across her back.
Like Sally, she bends at the waist, causing the back of her skirt to lift up over her bottom. However, very much unlike Sally's bottom, Sam's is very full and round. Her pedal pushers have also ridden deep into her butt crack, forcing her buns apart and showing them off in stark relief. From the lack of lines beneath the fabric, it is obvious that nothing lies beneath her shorts but a deliciously plump little girl.
I'm somewhat surprised to discover, though, that given the amount of body fat elsewhere on her body, her cunny is all but invisible when viewed from behind like this, with only the faintest hint of a depression in the fabric continuing below the very obvious crease between her buttocks.
As Sam straightens, a hand which I presume to be Sally's appears, and I hear the sound of ripping Velcro as she whips the skirt from around Sam's hips. Sam whirls with a laughing shriek, and two cute little rolls of tummy fat come into view above the tight waistband of her bike shorts, which cuts across her belly just below her navel. And starting just a few centimeters below the waistband, I discover the reason for her lack of rearward-facing cunny. Almost all of it is right out in front. It doesn't bulge outwards like Sally's, but more or less follows the lines of her tummy. However, running down the middle is a deep and very well-defined crease that begins at about the same height as her hips. Less prominent, but still well-defined, are a pair of matching creases that angle inwards from the same height, all three creases coming together and joining with the line where her thighs are pressed together, giving a strong impression of the peace symbol of the flower power era without its surrounding circle.
Sally pushes in beside her friend and again lifts the front of her skirt to show off her bulging cunny mound. "Mine might stick out," she says, "but yours isn't exactly tiny."
"I know," Sam says, sounding rueful. "That's why my mum makes me wear those dorky bathers and undies. I can't even wear a proper one-piece because the lining doesn't come up far enough."
"Yeah, your mum is so twentieth century," Sally says. "My mum's pretty cool. She even helped me pick out my bathers so I could really show off my cunny. And the top's just as good now that I'm getting boobs."
"Well, well, well," I muse quietly. "So it wasn't a poor choice after all, but a deliberate one."
"Come on," Sally says. "Let's see how you look in my bathers."
The screen flickers, and re-stabilizes on Sam now in Sally's suit. Of course, it's somewhat too small for her thicker frame, and a fairly large roll of fat billows over the waistband, but at the same time, the tightness of the fabric ensures that her cunny is well displayed. Very well displayed. I ease my hand into the waistband of my sweats and slowly stroke my throbbing meat.
"That top looks pretty dorky," I hear Sam say in a slightly strained voice. "Take it off."
"No way!" Sam squeaks.
"Aw, come on," Sally giggles, again sounding a little funny. "No one's gonna see except us. I think you'll look cool topless, and you're the only one that's got something to show off."
"You have too," Sam says.
"Only if I'm wearing something," Sally says. "Otherwise you can hardly see them. Mum reckons they don't even count as bee stings yet. Come on, Sam, show us your tits."
"Yeah, show us your tits," my daughter says, her giggling making the picture shake.
"Show us your tits. Show us your tits," Sally, Zoe, and Mary chant in unison.
"Oh, all right," Sam giggles embarrassedly and turns her back to the camera. Struggling a little, she reaches behind her back and releases the safety pin holding her top in place, and she pulls the top over her head and throws it aside.
"Show us your tits. Show us your tits," her friends continue to chant.
With her flush extending well below her shoulders, Sam turns back to face the camera, her hands cupped protectively over her young titty mounds. As her friends continue to chant, she quickly lifts the fingers of one hand, revealing a fleeting glimpse of a little pink-capped cone, and then as she covers herself on that side, she uncovers the other for a brief moment. Back and forth, she flashes one tiny titty and then the other, and then she flashes them in unison several times before finally dropping her hands away.
Finally, I can get a proper look at them, and I have to readjust my earlier estimation that they were only baby fat boobs.For sure, a fair amount of their prominence is due to baby fat, but by no means all. Her areolae, whilst still childishly pink, are a good three centimetres across and have a slightly rounded profile in addition to the conical mounds rising beneath them. The nipples centered in them have also expanded proportionately to about half of their full adult size.
"Come on, Sally," Sam says. "It's your turn to strut your stuff."
The moment Sally appears on screen, the reason for the strain in her voice becomes painfully evident. Somehow or other, she has managed to shoehorn her long, lanky body into Mary's little white bathing suit, and the result is a sight to behold. The shoulder straps cut deep into the minimal amount of flesh above her collarbones, and her hard little titties have met their match beneath the suit's super-tight fabric, with only the tiniest of bumps to indicate the location of her nipples. I can count every one of her ribs beneath the strained cloth, and at the side, the leg openings rise well above the level of her waist.
But what really draws my eyes is her oversized cunny. Even beneath the overstrained cloth of Mary's suit, it manages to jut out defiantly, though even it cannot entirely resist the forces upon it. Stretched as it is, about half of the suit's crotch has forced its way into Sally's cunny slit, pushing the lips apart and leaving a broad strip of flushed pink labia visible on either side. As I continue to take in the details of her eight-and-a-half-year-old cunny, I realise that a semi-cylindrical ridge fills much of the top half of the wide gap between her half-crushed cunny lips. "God!" I breathe, "Is that a clit or a bloody cock?"
"Jeez, this bloody thing's cutting me in half," Sally complains, forcing a finger beneath the suit's gusset and tugging on it in a basically futile attempt to relieve some of the strain. All that she achieves is to cause the rest of the cloth to bunch up in her slit. For a few moments, the flesh of her labia is stark white where the suit has pressed on them, but they quickly darken as her blood makes its way back to the surface.
"Shit, it's no good," she says, removing her finger. Her hands struggle to work the straps over the points of her shoulders and down her arms. When she has worked her arms free, she pauses to vigorously rub her little titties. "God, my tits are itchy," she cries. A few moments later, she takes her hands away and resumes peeling the too-tight suit from her body.
Her newly budded titties are perhaps a fraction smaller than Sam's, but due to her colouration, are far darker and are already the colour of milk chocolate, despite her youth.
Suddenly, she pauses with the suit bunched up around her waist and looks up into the camera. "Are you going to point that thing somewhere else?" she asks acerbically.
"Nope," my daughter giggles. "Would you?"
"Probably not," Sally admits with a grin and pushes the suit down her legs to the floor.
Straightening, she puts her hands on her hips and thrusts her cunny towards the camera. Faint red lines bisect each of her cunny lips, showing where the legbands of the suit had pressed into them. Even though they appear to have returned to their normal shape, there is still a significant gap between her labia where they are forced apart by the thick ridge of her incredible clit.
"God, is that your magic button?" I hear Zoe ask in awed tones as she zooms in until her friend's cunny fills the screen.
"My clit, you mean?" Sally asks, her fingers appearing to peel her cunny lips apart to better show it off to the camera. And with her fingers in the picture, I'm able to see that her clitoral ridge is very nearly as thick as her little finger and almost as long as the first two joints.
"Is that what it's called?" Zoe asks, "How come I've never seen it before?"
"Actually, the proper name is clitoris," Sally says, "Clit's just for short." She giggles. "And it's definitely magic. And you've never seen it before, because I don't usually have something two sizes too small rubbing on it and making it big. But this is nothing, you should see it when it gets really riled up."
"How come it's magic?" Mary asks, the back of her head suddenly filling the screen as she leans in to take a look.
The camera draws back to encompass all three girls.
"Because it is," Sally says. "Don't you ever touch your cunny?"
"Only when I wash it and stuff," Mary admits, "Mummy says it's dirty."
"That's rich coming from a world champion rug muncher like her," Sally says.
"What?"
'WHAT!!!!?' my thought echoes Mary's, though in my case it's incredulity rather than confusion. Suddenly, I wonder if Lars and Sven figured much at all in their mothers' weekend plans.
"Uh, never mind," Sally says hastily, "Anyway, she's wrong. It's only dirty if you let it get dirty, same as anyplace else. Come on, I'll show you."
Sally leads the way over to the couch and shoves clothing and bags aside to clear a space for her to sit. However, she does not sit in any approved ladylike fashion. She sits with her bum almost on the edge of the cushion and reclines with her shoulders against the back of her couch just above where it meets the cushions. She then lifts her feet so that her heels are almost touching her bottom on either side, presenting her cunny in almost the lewdest fashion possible. A moment later, she disposes of the 'almost'.
Reaching between her ankles and her bum, she uses her fingers to pull her cunny wide open, revealing the somewhat diminished, but still remarkable length of her clitoral ridge, two thin inner lips, and a wide, dark hole that has obviously played host to more than her finger.
Recklessly, I push my sweats down my legs to expose my cock and slowly pump my fist up and down its length as I feast my eyes on the mouthwatering image filling my TV screen.
"Damn," Sally suddenly says, "I don't have enough hands. Sam, will you help me?"
"Me?" Sam asks, "What do you want me to do?"
"Just hold one side so I can point," Sally replies.
"Uh, I'm not sure I want to," Sam mumbles uncomfortably.
"Sheesh! It's not like I'm not asking you to lick it or anything," Sally says exasperatedly.
"I'll do it," my little girl volunteers, "Here, Sam, you hold the camera."
The view jiggles as the camera changes hands, and a moment later, my little girl crouches on the floor in front of Sally's left foot. "Show me where to hold it," she asks.
"Just like I'm doing," Sally replies, taking away her left hand. A trifle hesitantly, Zoe's takes its place, but her grip is so tentative that Sally's fat cunny lip barely moves as Zoe pulls her fingers back. "Sheesh, it's not going to bite you," Sally says, grabbing her wrist and pushing, "Get a proper grip."
"It's all wet," Mary says distastefully, "Is it pee?"
"Nah," Sally laughs, "That's cunny juice. It makes everything slippery so a bloke can stick his cock in there when he fucks you."
"Have you done that already?" Zoe asks incredulously. "Your hole's heaps bigger than mine."
"Not yet," Sally says, "But I've been practicing." She suddenly grins broadly, "Maybe I'll crawl in bed with your dad later and give the real thing a try."
"WHAT!!!!?" I explode, letting go of my prick, which suddenly threatens to go off like a roman candle.
"YOU WOULDN'T!" my little girl cries out.
"Only because he's so straight," Sally says, "If I was sure he'd go for it and not kick up a stink, I'd be in like a shot." She giggles, "Maybe that should be the other way around. He'd be in me like a shot."
Obviously, I'd been more successful than I'd dared hope in concealing my predilections. Shit, if she only knew. I dreamed of girls as willing and eager as Sally appeared to be, However, dreams were one thing, reality was another. Tonight I would be locking my door.
"Maybe you'd be surprised," my little girl says, "He looks at my undies all the time when it's just me and him." Oops, obviously I hadn't been as careful there.
"Really?" Sally asks, "Maybe I will pay him that visit after all."
"Not without me you won't," Zoe declares. I'll definitely be locking my door tonight, and every night from now on.
"Now that idea has possibilities," Sally giggles, "But I think we'd better concentrate on showing Mary what's what. Now open up my cunny again."
"Wow, it's a lot smaller now," Sam mumbles.
"My clit?" Sally asks, and goes on without waiting for an answer, "Don't worry, it'll soon wake up when I give it a tickle. First though, I'd better give you the thrupenny tour."
"What's that?" Sam asks.
"Something mummy reckons gran used to say, though not about this," Sally finishes with a giggle.
"Now the whole thing is usually called a cunny, or fanny, or pussy, but the real name is vulva. And these bits me and Zoe have got hold of are called labia majora, which is just a fancy way of saying big lips. I've already told you this thing here in the middle at the front is called a clitoris or clit."
"I don't think I've got one," Mary says.
"How would you know if you've never looked?" Sally teases. "Don't worry, it's there. All girls have got one. It's just that they come in all different sizes, and I'm a sort of Sally Holmes when it comes to clits."
"Interesting," I grin at the joke, which obviously passes right over everyone else's heads.
"Actually, this isn't really my clit, that's sort of inside, and I can't show it to you just yet. These here are my labia minora or little lips, or if you want to be crude, piss flaps, though mine really aren't big enough yet to do much flapping. And here-"
"Hang on," Sam interrupts, "How come you know so much stuff?"
"Mum told me," The 'of course' is silent, but nonetheless very audible, "She's a cunny doctor, remember. She spends half her day looking where you're looking at me."She figured since I was going to overhear stuff anyway, she might as well tell me everything to begin with. But don't tell anyone I told you, okay, especially your mum Mary. A lot of grownups are pretty stupid about this sort of stuff.
"Now where was I? Oh yeah, in here somewhere is my urethra, in cunny doctor talk. Everyone else calls it a pee hole or piss hole, and Mum does too when she's not doing doctor stuff. Can you see it? Sometimes it's pretty hard to find if I'm not peeing, and I don't think your dad would appreciate that here, would he, Zoe?"
"I'm not sure I would either, considering where I'm sitting," Zoe giggles. "I think I can see it. Is it that little bump with a slit in it?"
"Yeah, that's it," Sally says. "Last bit now." She curls all but her middle finger into a fist and slides that inside herself with a happy little sigh, "This hole here is where the cock goes in and the baby comes out."
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Sam giggles.
"Well, the coming out part always hurts, but the going in part mostly only hurts the first time," Sally says. "And I already took care of that by busting my cherry with my finger."
"What's that?" Mary asks, leaning in to peer at where Sally slowly slides her finger in and out of her vagina.
"A bit of skin that blocks your hole to keep crap out when you're a baby," Sally explains. "After that, it's just a bloody nuisance, Mum reckons. But some women have real weird ideas about keeping theirs until they get married, and guys do too, because that way they know they were the first to fuck her. But Mum reckons that's just a load of macho crap. Why should a girl let some clumsy bloke hurt her just so he can brag about fucking a virgin to his mates? She reckons it might be different if the guy knows what he's doing, but there's not many guys who do, especially younger guys. I reckon your dad might know how, considering all those books he writes."
"Huh?"
"Oh shit!"
"Oops," Sally giggles. "I guess you didn't know your dad writes dirty stories as well as kids' books. Except they don't call them that. They're true life romances," she simpers. "Mum reckons for a bloke, he's a pretty convincing woman."
"Huh?"
"He doesn't use his own name, dummy," Sally says. "Only women write true life romances. Except Mum reckons a lot are really written by men pretending to be women, like your dad."
"Why?"
"Well, it's sorta got to do with that stupid virgin stuff I just told you about," Sally explains. "A lotta girls dream about having some dumb Prince Charming for their first fuck, and when they end up with a 'shove it in and wipe it off' sorta guy like they usually do, they end up reading books about how it should have been. And they're not going to read a story about that if they know it was written by a man, because how can he possibly know what it's like."
"Then how can a man write a story like that?"
"That's easy," Sally grins. "Because he doesn't *have* to know what it's like. He just writes a lot of gooey bullshit around the sorta stuff a bloke's got to do if he's going to do it right. Sort of rub here, kiss and suck and lick there, do it gentle, go slow, go fast, and bam, fireworks. Then he wraps it all up in a 'boy meets girl' story that's a bit different from the last one, and voila, another true life romance confession."
The little shit sure has me (and every other writer of the genre) pegged to a T. However, I do wonder where she picked up so many trade secrets (not that they're really secrets) and more importantly, how did she know *I* wrote stories like that. As far as I knew, since my wife's death, only my publisher knew who Patty Dent really was, and I'd like to keep it that way, because if it became too widely known, I'd have to reestablish myself under a new name, and until I rebuilt my body of loyal readers, my royalty cheques would be a lot slimmer.
"How come you know all of this stuff about my dad and you don't?" Zoe asks.
"Your mum told my mum," Sally replies, "And she told me when she was telling me about sex and cunnies and stuff. And I guess, your dad didn't want you trying to read his stuff," she grins. "They're *real* steamy. Totally bullshit according to Mum, but really juicy anyway."
"Have you read any of my dad's books?"
"You know I have," Sally grins teasingly. "Remember you gave me a whole signed set for my birthday."
"His other books," my little girl growls her infuriation.
"Yeah, I've read most of them too," Sally giggles. "The juicy bits anyway. They're sorta fun to read when I play with my cunny sometimes."
Oh shit. My cock lurches at the thought of a little eight-year-old girl using my books for whack-off material. Not that they're anything else, but I'd always imagined my readers to be at least in their teens. And if this ever got out, I could kiss goodbye to a few more royalty cheques.
"Now don't tell anyone," Sally cautions the other girls, which has me breathing a little easier. "If people found out, they'd stop buying *all* of his books."
"Can I read the ones you've got?" Zoe asks.
"Me too," Sam and Mary declare simultaneously.
"I guess," Sally replies. "But you'd have to be real careful. Little girls like us aren't supposed to read things like that. This thing I'm playing with here is just supposed to be for peeing with."
Oh shit! This was exactly the sort of thing I wanted to avoid. I was always extremely careful to keep anything to do with my 'other' line of business locked away on heavily encrypted virtual disks, where curious little eyes couldn't see them. I wish I didn't have to write them at all, but kids' books just didn't pay the bills.
"It didn't matter when Sarah was still with us. My authoring was a nice supplement to her income, but not critical. And when I'd keyed my first 'confession' on a bet from her and had it accepted, we just had a good giggle and upgraded our holiday. After that, I pounded out a few more, and we used the money to knock a big hole in the mortgage. But since her death, they were what put food on the table.
Every now and then I had a shot at something more mainstream, but if the truth is to be told, I just didn't have the ability to turn out the sort of fully fleshed adult novel that sold well. I was good at writing for kids, but unless I managed to come up with the next 'Harry Potter,' it just wasn't enough. And if I had to be a hack writer for the adult market to make ends meet, I'd do it in an area where I could get away with the least amount of work possible so I could devote my time to what I actually enjoyed, even if the cash return was dismal."
"Wow! Look at it grow," my daughter's excited cry pulls my attention back to the screen.
Still centered in the screen is Sally's cunny, with the backs of Mary's and Zoe's heads visible to either side, while Sally's face looks down the length of her body. From one side, Sally is slowly sliding two glistening fingers of her left hand in and out of her cunny hole, whilst the thumb and forefinger of the other hand work her clitoral sheath back and forth like a small cock. In just a few moments, it has grown to the size it had been when she'd first stripped off, and as I watch incredulously, it continues to thicken until it is very nearly as thick as the forefinger manipulating it. And now, as she draws the fleshy hood upwards, a shiny pink bulb the size of a small grape appears at the tip.
"There, that's my clit," Sally says, pulling a finger out of her vagina to anoint the distended pink dome with her slimy juices. "Oh Shit!" she gasps at her touch. "It's real sensitive and feels real good when I touch it."
She slides her fingers back into the slimy depths of her pre-pubescent fuck hole, and within moments, a third finger joins the two fingers already plunging in and out with a clearly audible slurping noise. At the same time, she continues to roll her prepuce back and forth over the gleaming clit. Every few strokes, she pulls her prepuce back hard to completely expose her clit, and she slides her fingers out of her vagina to smear more of her juices over the gleaming pink bulb. The whole while, she lets out little obscenity-filled cries of pleasure.
As I watch, I slowly stroke my cock, holding myself right on the verge of what promises to be a massive orgasm. And faster than I would have thought possible, Sally works herself towards her own peak, her cries becoming shriller, more incoherent, and more obscenity-laden with every passing second. Now her fingers don't just smear her juices over her massively swollen clit. They pinch it and rub furiously for whole seconds at a time.
And with a final long drawn out cry of "MAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!" she pushes her heels into the cushions and lifts her bottom from the couch, as she reaches her climax.
Frantically, I pound away at my prick, my eyes glued to the screen as she hangs there in mid-air, her hips jouncing madly as she tortures her gigantic clit. Suddenly, to my astonishment, a stream of liquid shoots out from beneath her frenzied fingers. A second later, another follows, and then a third.
"Oh shit!" I cry out as my own climax hits me with the force of a runaway freight train. Boiling ejaculate sears from my prick, as I join the ejaculating girl child on the screen, screaming out my release, as jet after burning jet of molten lava shoots from my aching member, splattering across my face, chest, and stomach.
Long after my balls are drained of all they have to give, muscles deep within my loins continue to pulse, pumping furiously, though there is nothing left to pump. Finally, I collapse, my semen cooling on my body as I continue to stare almost mindlessly at the television screen.
For some time, there is silence.Sally has subsided back to the couch, her cunny slime-smeared left hand on the cushion in front of her arse, her right resting on her stomach, the fingers curled loosely over her gleaming, swollen cunny.
"What happened?" Zoe finally asks, half fearfully.
For several seconds longer, Sally lies unresponsive. Eventually, she works her mouth for a few seconds to moisten it. "That, my friends, was the big O," she says breathlessly. "Le petite morte; a rip-roaring climax, an orgasm; I just came my tits off. It's the best fucking feeling in the world."
Just then, a small noise from behind me catches my attention, and I turn to find myself face-to-face with all four girls standing just inside the doorway. "Oh shit!" I cry, jerking at my sweats in a frantic attempt to cover my now shriveled manhood. | null | Part 1 | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Clayton's Children - Moving Pictures part 1.txt |
2,212 | Clayton | Clayton's Kids - Sprung bad | "What are you doing?"
The thin, piping voice filled with curiosity came from the doorway of my girlfriend's room and froze me mid-stroke. At any other time or place, the look of mixed shock and horror on the face below mine would have had me rolling on the floor in stitches. But not now. Not in this time and place.
White as sheets, my thirteen-year-old girlfriend and I turned as one to look in shared dread towards the door, which I *knew* I had locked. Standing there was Hope's seven-year-old baby sister, Grace, gazing towards our mated loins with undisguised curiosity. In her hand was the screwdriver that she had used to bypass the privacy lock on her big sister's door.
Christ, how much had the little girl seen? However little it was, what she was seeing now was more than enough to get us both into more trouble than Ned Kelly. We were both stark naked, and I was buried balls deep in Hope's tight, barely fledged little snatch.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Hope shrieked.
Unfortunately, the terror that colored Hope's fury was enough to pique Grace's curiosity even further, and instead of leaving, she advanced on the bed, moving towards the foot, so that she could peer with interest towards where my now soft prick lay pressed up against her big sister's downy pussy. "Not until you tell me what you're doing," the little girl said, her grin letting us know that she knew the power she now held over us. "Or do you want me to ask Mum?"
"GOD NO!" Hope cried, despair now foremost in her voice.
"What are you doing then?" she asked, adding with a giggle, "Your doodle looks funny, Garry. How come it's not stiff like it was a minute ago?"
'Shit, she'd seen more than enough.' I quickly closed the gap between my legs, so that all she could see was my bare arse sticking up in the air.
"Will you please go away?" Hope begged, by now almost in tears.
"No," Grace said stubbornly, "I wanna know what you were doing."
"Please Grace?" Hope begged, "Just please go away. I'll give you anything you want if you leave us alone and don't say anything to Mum."
Grace considered this for a moment before setting her jaw stubbornly. "What I want is to know what you're doing. I bet it's real naughty."
"She's got that right," I muttered under my breath.
Hope snorted softly as she began to see the funny side of the situation, but she quickly became sober again. "What are we going to do? We can't let her tell Mum."
"The way I see it, we've got two choices," I replied, "either we find somewhere to hide the body, or we tell her what she wants to know."
"I vote for hiding the body," Hope giggled to me. To her sister, she said, "I'm going to kill you for busting in like that, you're supposed to knock when the door's locked, and besides, why aren't you at Julie's like you're supposed to be?"
"We had a blue and she made me go home," Grace replied, "And I did knock, but you didn't hear me, and you were making funny noises like you was hurt or something, so I got this." She held up the screwdriver.
"Well, I wasn't," Hope replied, red-faced.
"I know," Grace said, "you was saying swearwords and telling him to do it more, but it really did sound like it. It looked like it too. He was really bouncing up and down on top of you, wasn't he? Where was his doodle going? Was he putting it in your bottom? Wouldn't that hurt though?"
"Oh shit!" Hope mumbled, pink-faced. "No, he wasn't putting it in my bottom. Now go away and let us get dressed, and we'll tell you what we were doing."
"No," Grace replied, "I want to see his doodle again. I didn't see it very good before. He kept putting it between your legs. And I want to see what you was doing too."
"NO!" Hope and I yelled in unison.
"I'm going to tell Mum then," Grace stated with finality, "Cos the teachers said if someone touches your private parts, then that's molesting, and you have to tell someone if it happens to you or someone you know, and he was touching you with his private parts too, so that's double molesting."
"Oh shit!" I groaned, "I'm dead."
"I should be so lucky," Hope muttered, "When Gabrielle blows his horn, Mum'll say you can't go. You're still grounded."
"Show me what you were doing then," Grace said.
"We can't," I said, "We'd be in even more trouble than we already are if anyone found out we showed you."
"Why?" she asked, "Was what you were doing really bad? I thought it just looked silly."
'What now?' I thought. If I say it is, she'll tell for sure, but if I don't, she'll want to know why she can't watch.
Hope tried to explain: "Some people think Garry and I are too young to do it, and really religious people like Gran and Grandad think it's a sin if you aren't married."
"How come?"
"Buggered if I know, kid," I said, "They just do. We were just having fun." 'Oh shit! Why did I say that?' And a thump in my ribs from Hope told me that she was wondering the same thing.
Fortunately, my admission seemed to ring the right note with Grace. She nodded understandingly and said scornfully, "Grownups always say fun things are bad. Were you really having fun? I thought it just looked stupid. You was just making funny noises, Hope, and Garry was flopping around on top of you like a fish."
I grinned at this child's-eye description of fucking, and Hope glared at me, demanding, "What are you laughing at?"
"What Grace said," I replied, "I guess what we were doing probably did look pretty silly from her point of view."
"Yeah, well, from here it's starting to feel damned uncomfortable. Get off, you're getting too heavy."
"What about my, ah, you know?"
"Let the little shit look," Hope said, "You're going to have to anyway, or she'll dob on us."
"No, I won't," Grace declared hotly, "I'm not a dobber, but you're always treating me like a little kid and I just thought if I said I'd tell..." she trailed off. "Anyway, I don't really want you to get into trouble, so I'll just ask Andy about what you were doing, and that way if anyone finds out, he'll be the one who gets into trouble."
'Fuck no!' I cried internally. That pimple-faced arsewipe would think it would be funny to demonstrate the answer to her questions by fucking the little second grader. "NO!" I cried, "You can't do that!"
"I wasn't going to tell him I seen youse doing it," Grace said defensively. "I'm not dumb, you know."
"That's not what I meant," I replied more gently, "If you ask him, he'd want to show you, and he might hurt you."
"Yeah, remember how you told Mum he kept on trying to look up your dress?" Hope said.
"That's why I was going to ask him," Grace said, "I sort of thought it means he'd know about molesting stuff."
"Damned right he would," I muttered. "That little dirtbag needs his balls cut off."
"Huh?"
"He means, Andy really would molest you," Hope explained, "And what we were doing isn't molesting either. Molesting is when someone does something that you don't like."Oh," Grace says, "would he really try and do to me what you were doing? I wouldn't like that, he's nasty. I just thought if I got him to tell me he'd get into trouble for it."
"Oh, he would," I say. "Big trouble, but you'd get hurt too."
"Oh!" she says in a small voice. "But who can I ask then?"
"Nobody," I say, "you'll find out when you're older."
"That's not fair," Grace says with a little stamp of her foot. "It's always wait until you get older."
"Don't be a meanie," Hope says, with a giggle. "The least you can do is show her your 'doodle'."
"No way!" I yelp, turning red with embarrassment.
"Why not?" Hope grins. "She's already seen it, she just wants a better look."
"Yeah, why not?" Grace pipes up. "I just want to see it."
"If I didn't know better," I mutter in Hope's ear, "I'd say you're starting to get off on the idea of fucking in front of your little sister."
"And you're not?" she giggles, grinding her plump mons against my rapidly rehardening cock.
'Oh, fuck!' I think as the idea of doing just that slams home. "Stop that!" I whisper fiercely. "It's just that I, um, I'm not scared shitless any more."
"Bullshit," she hisses in my ear. "The idea's making you just as horny as I am."
"No, it's not," I mutter desperately in denial. "Christ, she doesn't even have any pubes yet."
"That didn't worry you when *I* was seven."
"That was different," I say. "I was just a kid too then, and we were just looking too. I wasn't fucking you then."
"Well, you aren't being asked to fuck her, *now* she wants to *just look*," Hope says. "Maybe you can fuck her later. I'll bet she's real tight."
'Oh, shit.' Hope had been almost too tight at eleven, and now she was talking about her four years tighter little sister. Four years tighter, and me two years bigger too. My cock lurches uncontrollably at the thought.
Feeling this, Hope giggles naughtily and once again wriggles her hips. This time to such good effect that I suddenly find myself re-ensheathed in the still tight, and incredibly hot, moist confines of her silky vagina.
"Oh! What happened?" Grace asks, alerted by her big sister's wide-eyed squeak of surprise.
"Well, stud?" Hope grins up at me as she wraps her legs around my hips. "Get out of this one."
"Can't say that I want to," I grin back. "Looks to me like Gracie's going to get her wish."
"What are you talking about?" Grace demands. "Can I see your doodle or not?"
"Hush up a second," Hope says to her little sister, while her merrily dancing eyes ask, "Well, shall we?"
"What the fuck," I grin. "Dead is dead."
"O.K., you little pervert," Hope says. "You can watch, but you'd better not tell anyone. Now come and look in between us. No, not there, between our tummies."
"But I can't see anything there," Grace complains.
"You will," Hope grins wickedly. "You will."
Loosening the grip of her legs around my hips, Hope draws her knees up, almost into her armpits, and says to me, "Now you get up on your hands and show her your 'doodle'. Just make sure you leave some for me."
"Greedy," I tease her. "O.K., kid, got your eyes peeled?"
I look down between our bodies, glancing sideways under my arm to where Grace peers intently at where our groins are still pressed so closely together that there isn't room for a cigarette paper. Then with excruciating slowness, I lift my hips away from Hope's upturned loins. As my pubes begin to appear, Grace looks on with undisguised interest, but also with a little confusion, as my cock is nowhere in evidence.
I pause when she peers around behind me, to inspect our coupling from that angle, but my dangling balls still conceal all of the interesting bits. "Where's his doodle gone?" she asks with obvious confusion.
"Come back up here and you'll see," Hope chortles.
"But all I can see is hair," Grace complains. "And what's that funny dangly bag thing?"
"That's his nutsack," Hope says. "And he's just going so slow to tease us. You'll see his cock soon enough."
"That's a naughty word," Grace giggles.
"Well, you're going to hear plenty more of them," Hope giggles. "Now get that cock moving, you bastard."
"What, like this?" I grin, withdrawing a millimetre further, then pausing.
"Get that cock moving now, you prick," she hisses fiercely.
"And if I don't?" I grin down at her.
"Do you want this to be a one-way trip?" she asks sweetly, giving a little wriggle of her hips to make her point.
"Well, when you put it like that," I chuckle. Shifting my gaze to Grace, I say, "O.K., here it comes."
As I resume my withdrawal, my grin broadens in direct proportion to Grace's widening eyes and dropping jaw. Unblinking, she stares, shocked, at the, to her eyes, immense shaft of glistening pink flesh which extends from the nest of wiry black hair covering my groin to the much more lightly furred, cleft mound between her sister's legs. And I must admit, that even to me, my just bigger than average prick looks disproportionately large when compared to the almost hairless, split peach of Hope's barely pubescent vulva.
"You'll catch flies like that," Hope giggles, enjoying her sister's shocked surprise as much as I do.
Grace's jaw snaps shut with an audible clack, and while still staring at where her sister's distended pussy lips are wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of my prick, she accuses her sister, "You're a fibber. It is too in your bottom."
"No, it's in my other hole," Hope says, grinning with delight at her little sister's look of incredulity.
"Your pee hole?" Grace squeaks with disbelief. "No way!"
"No, my *cunt* hole," Hope grins, seeming to take delight in seeing how much she can shock her sister.
Grace gasps. "That's a really bad word. Take it out, Garry, I want to see."
"WOW!" Grace yelps, her eyes almost popping out of her head as something else pops into view. "*That* was in there too?"
Leaning over, she peers from a distance of less than twenty centimetres at the glistening ruby nut topping my shaft. To look at it, I'd have to agree with her incredulous query. Half again as wide as the shaft supporting it, the head of my cock looks impossibly large, especially when compared to the tiny slit which had so recently embraced it, that is now almost completely hidden beneath the large glistening knob lying on top of it.
"It's all wet," Grace says. "Did you..." she turns to her big sister and grins as she deliberately emphasises the next word, "*piss* on him?"
"No, it's my *cunt* juice on his *cock*. It makes my *cunt* slippery so his *cock* goes in easier when he *fucks* me."
Giggling, Grace takes it even further by asking, "How the *fuck* does that *fucking* great big *cock* fit in your *fucking* *cunt* when he *fucks* you? I mean, my mouth's much bigger than your *cunt* and I can put my whole fist in there, but there's no way *that* would fit." She then hastily adds, "But I wouldn't do it, that's way gross, I was just saying it."
"You'd be surprised," Hope grins enigmatically.
My mind works overtime at the thought of Grace sucking my cock, but at the same time, I'm still not sure of actually involving a seven-year-old in our sex play. I mean, showing her is bad enough, but to actually have her joining is too much.
"Actually," I say, to distract her from the implications of Hope's words, "that bit's pretty squashy. See?" Pushing myself up and sit back on my heels and take the head of my cock between my fingers and squeeze it, to show how soft and spongy the tip of my cock really is.
"Let me see?" Grace says, and before I can stop her, she grabs at the head of my prick and squeezes.
"OW! FUCK! Careful," I cry, slapping her hand aside.
"Sorry."
"So am I," I mutter.
"You're lucky she didn't do that to your nuts," Hope giggles. "You've got to be real careful with boys, Grace, they're real sensitive there. And another thing, who said you could touch my boyfriend's dick anyway?"
"Sorry, Hope. I just wanted to feel what it was like," Grace mumbles, scrubbing her hand on her shorts, "and I won't do it again anyway, it feels gross."
"That's because it's got my cunt juice on it," Hope says, then grins evilly, "And you should kiss it better too, you hurt him."
"NO WAY!" Grace cries, recoiling in horror. "That's sick!"
"Well, I will," Hope says, determined to escalate her shock campaign to stratospheric heights. With her eyes locked on her sister's, she crouches before me and wraps her fingers around my shaft as she slowly lowers her face to my twitching prick.
When she pauses with her lips just millimetres from the bloated purple helmet, Grace jeers, "I knew you wouldn't *really* d... OH MY GOD!" She shrieks as Hope closes the gap and presses her lips firmly against the tip of my swollen prick.
Hamming it up, she makes a real performance of it, rolling her head from side to side and humming before finally pulling back with a loud smack. Then turning towards her stupefied little sister, she deliberately extends her tongue and licks the residue of her own juices from her lips.
"You really did it? You really did it?" Grace gasps, her voice and face showing a hilarious mixture of shock, horror, disgust, and complete and utter disbelief. "You're sick."
"Watch this then," Hope grins wickedly, and this time completely engulfs the head of my prick, and nearly half of the shaft with her warm, sucking mouth.
"EEW GROSS!" Grace cries, hiding her face in her hands. However, the fascination proves too much for her, and she peeks through her fingers as her big sister bobs her head up and down on my straining prick for several seconds.And I'm almost as surprised as the completely grossed-out little second-grader, since prior to this moment there was no way in the world that Hope would even kiss me after I'd gone down on her unless I brushed my teeth first. And it had only been in the few months since she had started her periods that she had sucked my cock when we couldn't fuck. But only when it was squeaky clean, and she had always finished me off with her hands.
This time though, it was like she was trying to suck my balls out through it. "Oh fuck!" I groan as I involuntarily lift my hands to grasp her head and encourage her to speed up her bobbing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I repeat the words like a mantra as my thirteen-year-old neighbor and secret girlfriend ravenously devours my cock.
The pleasure of her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her tongue rasping against the underside of my glans is impossible to describe. In one sense, it is less than the full and total embrace of her tight, oven-hot vaginal sheath, but the sensation of her rough tongue against the most sensitive part of my prick is almost unbearable.
"Oh my fucking god!" I cry out as my balls begin to churn, "I'm gonna cum!"
Immediately, Hope ceases her almost vampiric attack and jerks away from my about-to-explode prick. "Oh no you don't!" she cries, "You've got to show my little sister how you fuck me first. I'll finish that off when we can't fuck."
It takes a couple of seconds for it to penetrate that she wasn't refusing to blow me to completion, just deferring it until her monthly cycle brought our fucking to a temporary standstill. Gasping, I take a few deep, shuddering breaths as the need to pump out the contents of my balls slowly recedes. "Oh fuck!" I gasp, "That was fucking incredible."
"Well, what did you think of that?" Hope asks with a broad grin, as she pokes her gaping and totally stunned little sister in the ribs.
Gulping, it takes the little girl a few seconds to find her voice. "I can't believe you did that," she finally gasps, "What if he did wees?"
"I'd drink it," Hope says with bullshitting complacency.
"HOPE!" I bark, fighting madly to keep back my grin at the stunned, just-punched-in-the-guts look on Grace's face. "She's joking," I reassure the white-faced little girl, "Boys can't pee when their cocks are hard like this. At least not unless they really try."
"Who says I'm joking?" Hope challenges with a naughty grin.
"I do," I tell her, "What are you trying to do? Shock her so much that she does tell your mum."
"I guess not," Hope replies a little more soberly, "Sorry Grace, I really was just joking. Come on, do you want to see where it goes when he puts it inside me?"
"I s'pose," Grace mumbles, still not quite over her shock.
"O.K. Garry, you get behind me so I can lean against you," Hope instructs me as she half pushes me into position. "And hold my legs."
I take hold of Hope's legs behind the knees as she reclines against my chest, and pull them back and out to the sides, so that she's laid out like a frog ready for dissection. Hope then reaches down between her legs and points at her pussy, "This is my cunt," she says.
"I know that, stupid," Grace replies, still obviously pissed off at her sister for shocking her like she'd just done.
"Hang on," I say, "I think we better say 'pussy.' I don't really like how 'cunt' sounds, and poor old Grace is less likely to get her mouth washed out with soap if she accidentally says it in front of the wrong people."
"I guess," Hope giggles. "O.K. Grace, this is my *pussy*," She once again points at her lightly furred mound.
"How come you call it a pussy?" Grace asks curiously.
"Because it's soft and furry, and she purrs when I pet it," I say, releasing one leg to do just that. "See?" I grin as Hope lets out a happy little murmur and pushes her hand down on top of mine.
Grace giggles, "She really is purring. Mine feels good too when I rub it. Can I call it a pussy too, even though it doesn't have any fur yet?"
"Sure you can," I chuckle, "But I think we better get back to your sister's pussy before she gets too excited to talk."
"Meanie," Hope pouts as I take my hand out from beneath hers and return it to holding her leg. She rubs at the top of her slit for a few seconds longer and then restarts her explanation. "This is my pussy, and these are my pussy lips," She traces up and down the length of her labia with a fingertip.
"Is your pussy mouth inside?" Grace asks, "Is that where his cock goes?"
"Sort of," Hope giggles, "Except it's not called a pussy mouth, it's called a vagina. That's the proper name for it, it's also called a pussy hole, or a fuck hole too."
"And a cunt hole," Grace adds, "You said that before."
"Yeah," Hope says, "but Garry's right, you better not say that word, or any of the other words except 'vagina' either. At least not where grownups can hear you."
"O.K.," Grace agrees, "Now hurry up and show me your vagina hole."
"No, it's just 'vagina' on its own," Hope giggles. "O.K. now if I just open up my pussy lips a little bit, can you see that little bump at the top of my crack?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"That's my clitty," Hope replies, "That's where it feels best to touch, except you have to be real careful because it's even more sensitive than Garry's dick."
"Yeah, I know, I call it my buzzer," Grace giggles as she prods herself between her legs with a fingertip. "Buzz, buzz, buzz."
"That's a good name for it," I chuckle. "It's really called a clitoris, but it's got lots of names too, like 'clit,' and 'happy button,' and 'little man in a boat.'"
"Hey, it does look a bit like a canoe," Grace giggles, tilting her head to one side as she looks at her big sister's displayed genitals. "But I still can't see any hole."
"That's down here at the other end of the canoe," Hope giggles, digging her fingers in between both sets of labia and peeling them back.
"But that hole's tiny!" Grace cries her objection, "I couldn't even get my little finger in there."
"And your bottom hole's even littler, but you can still poop through it," Hope says, "And this hole can stretch heaps more than your bottom hole can. It's got to, this is where babies come out."
"No way!" Grace denies automatically before looking past her sister to me for confirmation, "Does it?"
"It's true," I confirm, "You know how a baby grows in its mummy's tummy, well that's where it comes out when it's ready to be born."
"Ow, I bet that hurts," Grace says.
"Yes, it does," I agree, "But most ladies seem to think it's worth it."
"How does it get there?"
"A man fucks it in there," Hope giggles.
Grace's jaw drops at this revelation, and she looks from her sister to me and back to her sister, "He was fucking you," she breathes, "Does that mean you're going to have a baby? Oh wow, I'm going to be an auntie."
Unable to contain ourselves, both Hope and I burst out laughing, and it becomes even more uncontrollable when she glares at us and demands to know what's so funny. Finally, though, we manage to gulp it down. "That was cruel," I remonstrate Hope, "Funny, but cruel. Now tell her the rest."
"Oh, O.K.," Hope giggles, "No, I'm not going to have a baby. Mum'd work out what I've been up to pretty quick if I started looking like I swallowed a beach ball, wouldn't she? You know how I started getting really bad tummy aches a few months ago?"
"Uh-huh," Grace nods.
"Well, the pills the doctor gave me for them stop me from having a baby too, so Garry and I can fuck as much as we like."
"But what about when you do want to have a baby?" Grace asks.
"I just stop taking the pills, of course, silly," Hope says.
"I'm not silly!" Grace stamps her foot.
"Of course you're not," I say, "Hope's the silly one, look at her, she looks just like a frog on its back."
"Yeah, she does," Grace giggles. "And she's slimy like one too."
"Ooh, you little bitch," Hope giggles. "And I'll get you for this too, you bastard."
"Promises, promises," I chuckle.
"How come tummy ache pills stop her from having a baby, Garry?" Grace asks me curiously, obviously mistrustful of her sister's shocking explanations. "And how come Mum didn't get some for me when I got tummy aches?"
"Um," I pause. "How does she know about your periods, Hope?" I ask.
"Nothing," Hope replies, "Mum just told her the blood from my first one was from my tummy ache."
"Ah-hah," I nod. "O.K., you'll learn more about this in a few years' time, but it won't hurt to learn a bit now." I go on to give a brief explanation of periods and how they can be painful for some girls. I finish by saying, "So the doctor gave Hope some pills which make her periods weaker, and hurt less, and those pills are the same ones that girls take so that they don't have babies."
"Can I see how you *don't* make a baby in her now?" Grace giggles once I've finished my explanation.
"I like that," Hope giggles, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs, "Come and 'don't make a baby in me,' lover."
"Uh-uh," I shake my head and haul her back up onto her knees, "You get on top so Grace can see it better."
"Good idea," she grins.
"No, the other way," I say when she goes to straddle my hips facing me, "You know, like in the magazine, so she can see everything."
"Oh yeah," Hope giggles as she turns herself around, "And she can help like the other lady in the magazine too."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call them ladies," I chuckle, "but Grace can help if she wants to."
"What do I have to do?" The little second-grader asks suspiciously, "I don't have to suck it, do I?"
"Now that's an idea," Hope says, grasping my cock and aiming it at her little sister with a wickedly appraising look.She then relents with a giggle, "No, just hold his cock so it points straight up like this so I can sit on it."
"But it's all yucky," Grace protests half-heartedly.
"We do have a wash basin in the bathroom," Hope says sarcastically.
"Hope!" I chide mildly, "She doesn't have to do anything if she doesn't want to."
"No, I'll do it!" Grace says hastily, her aversion to being thought babyish overcoming her repugnance of my slimy cock.
"Okay, then," I say, "but not too tight this time, okay?"
"Uh-huh," she nods. "Um, where should I be?"
"Lie down between his legs so you can see right up close," Hope suggests.
Grace does as her sister suggests, then reaches out to take a gingerly grip on my rock-hard prod. "Oh, yuck!" she cries, snatching her hand back, "It feels like snot."
"Tastes better though," Hope giggles, licking the palm of the hand she'd been holding me with.
"You're gross," Grace giggles.
"Yup," Hope agrees proudly, "Are you going to hold it or not, baby?"
"I'm not a baby," Grace cries, "See?" She grasps my cock in a somewhat too tight grip, but immediately loosens it and apologizes when I grunt.
"Okay, you're not," Hope grins, rising up on her knees and shuffling forwards until she straddles my hips, "Now point it straight up at my pussy. Okay, hold it there."
From my position, I look down my body beneath Hope's just swelling buttocks, to where Grace's small hand grasps the base of my cock, her fingers not quite coming together around its modest girth. Above her fingers, the mushroom-like tip of my cock just brushes against the soft, hairless double swell of her big sister's labia. Beyond, the little girl looks on with a mixture of great interest and faint disgust as her big sister begins to slowly settle downwards.
At first, it appears impossible that my ruby-tipped shaft could possibly make its way into Hope's slender body, its broad crown flattening out against the warm, soft pillows of her pussy lips. But slowly, the slick folds of her vulva give way to the insistent pressure, shouldered aside by the stiff spear held upright by Grace's tiny paw.
Suddenly, Hope jerks downwards a few centimetres, and lets out a strained gasp, as the entire bloated corona is engulfed in the hot, slick and exquisitely tight embrace of her vaginal sheath. Now Grace's face shows nothing but wonder, as she stares at the point where my thick cock pierces her big sister's body.
"Oh my God!" the little girl cries, "I still can't believe it. Doesn't that hurt?"
"No," Hope breathes, her voice sounding as if it's coming from a million miles away, "Feels good."
"Does it still feel good when it's all inside you?"
"Even better," Hope replies, "Watch?"
She says the last with a wicked little giggle and before Grace can draw back, she impales herself on all but the last few centimetres of my cock, those few centimetres being the ones Grace has hold of me by. A brief struggle ensues, then even those last centimetres are ensheathed in the volcanic heat of Hope's barely pubescent pussy.
"Yuck!" Grace giggles, accusing, "You did that on purpose."
"Me?" Hope asks in tones of injured innocence.
"Yes, you," I chuckle, reaching round to tweak her nipples.
"Ooh!" she squeaks, with a delighted, and delightful, wriggle on my cock, "Do that again."
"Does pinching your boobs feel good too?" Grace asks.
"Uh-huh," Hope nods. "Now watch, I'm gonna fuck him now."
"Aren't you fucking him already?" Grace asks confusedly.
"Sorta," Hope replies, "but you're supposed to move when you're fucking, and make it slide in and out. Like this."
Leaning forwards, Hope puts her hands on my legs and starts to lift her pelvis up and down. Slowly at first, she rises up until only the very tip of my cock remains ensconced in her clinging little fuck sheath, then back down to the root in one smooth motion that makes me groan with delight.
"What's it feel like?" Grace asks in a voice filled with awe.
"Awesome," Hope murmurs, "Full, and stretched, and slippery, all together. I can't describe it. It just feels great." She lifts one hand from my legs, and I feel her knuckles against the underside of my cock as she goes to work on her clit. "It, ah, feels even, ah, better when I, ah, rub my clitty."
Suddenly she's moving even faster on my cock, and she cries out, "Oh yeah, do it! See, doesn't it feel good?"
From her words, I guess that Grace is trying it for herself, and a few moments later her words confirm it for me. "Sorta," she says, "but it sorta hurty too."
"You gotta make it slippery," Hope tells her, "Here, use some of my stuff."
A moment later, I feel Grace's small fingers rubbing around the point where my cock enters her big sister's body, her words, "No, don't! Eew, gross!" tell me that Hope has more than a little to do with their introduction.
"Don't be a baby," Hope giggles. "Try it now."
"Oh wow!" Grace cries with obvious pleasure.
I lift myself up onto one elbow and peer around Hope's rocking body to where Gracie lies on her side with her hand jammed down the front of her shorts. "Oh Pooh!" she cries a moment later, "It's rubbin' off on my pants."
"Well, take them off silly," Hope giggles.
"But he's lookin' at me," Grace blushes when she notices me looking on with interest.
"So?" Hope giggles, "In case you haven't noticed, you're the only one wearing anything."
"But he's a boy."
"Believe me, I've noticed," Hope says, and grinds her hips in an exaggerated circle, "Oh boy, am I noticing."
"It's all right, Gracie," I reassure her as I lay back, "I won't look." I wait until I feel her struggling to push her shorts down and then peer around the other side of Hope. "Much."
Her embarrassed shriek is everything I could have hoped for, and she rolls herself up into a ball as she struggles to pull her shorts back up. After a couple of seconds though, she pauses with her shorts at mid-thigh and looks up at me. "I'm being silly, aren't I?" she giggles.
"Well, when you consider that it used to be a ten-minute battle just to get a pair of undies on you," I grin, "maybe just a tad."
"An' you useta give me baths too," she giggles, as she wriggles out of her shorts and undies. "Ta-da!" she cries as she holds them up for us to see, and then with a naughty grin, she scurries up the bed and stretches her undies over my face. "There," she giggles, "you can't see me now."
"Mmmm," I murmur appreciatively, "Smelly little girl pussy. My favourite."
"You're gross," she giggles. "And I don't smell. That's stinky Hope."
"Hey! I resemble that remark," Hope giggles.
"Can I have some more slippy stuff?" Grace asks.
"Come and get it," Hope says, leaning back to expose her pussy more fully.
Grace turns, leaving me with her undies still half covering my face, but I can see enough beneath them to watch with interest the sight of her plump little labia peeking out from between her thighs as she leans forwards over her sister's lewdly presented mound. "Eew, gross," she giggles, but she still reaches out and drags her fingers through the furrow splitting Hope's prominent vulva.
"Mmm, Gracie," Hope murmurs, "I like that."
"Feels weird," Grace mumbles as her fascination overcomes her revulsion. "It's slimy like a fish, but it's warm."
"Rub my clitty," Hope encourages her sister.
Ignoring Hope's words, Grace instead begins exploring the joining of our bodies with her fingers. Tentatively at first, but with increasing confidence, they roam all over her big sister's lightly furred mound. At first, she concentrates on the drier area above Hope's slit, teasing through the sparse, silky hairs. "Soft," she murmurs almost to herself.
Beneath Hope, I slowly rock my hips back and forth as much as the bed will allow me, sliding my cock in and out of Hope's vagina, as she writhes from side to side so as to increase the stimulation. Our combined movements send delightful surges of pleasure coursing up my spine, and when Grace slides her fingers back through her big sister's slit to explore our joining, the feelings increase enormously. The thought that she is barely seven years old, more than ten years younger than myself, only serves to heighten that pleasure still further.
Her tiny fingers, slick with the juices of our coupling, trace around the tight seal between Hope's pussy and my rock-hard shaft. From there, her fingers travel along the exposed portion of my shaft to the little flap of skin where it joins my scrotum. "Can I feel your nutsack?" she asks softly.
"So long as you're gentle," I reply in a strained voice.
"What's wrong?" she asks, "You sound funny."
"Nothing," Hope giggles, "You're making him feel good."
"Oh." Grace's little fingers slip over the loose skin of my scrotum, leaving behind a delightful cool trail of evaporating pussy slime. "Your hair's not soft like Hope's," she says, "It's scratchy like Grandad's beard. Will yours go like that, Hope?"
"A little bit," Hope answers distractedly, more intent on teasing her clit.
"It's all wrinkly," Grace says as her fingers continue to caress my heated scrotal sack.
I involuntarily tense up when her fingers slip beneath my balls, making her giggle. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. They feel like eggs. Are they your nuts? What are they for?"
"They make my sperm," I reply.
"That's the stuff that makes babies, isn't it?" she asks. "Can I see it?"
"Not yet," I groan, "But soon, real soon."
"You'll see it sooner if you go back to playing with your own pussy," Hope mock complains, "He can't fuck me properly when your hand's in the way."
"Okay," Grace replies, her grin clearly audible, "I'll just get some more pussy juice."
"EEK!Hope squeals in delighted surprise as Grace once again trails her fingers through her big sister's oily slit, finishing with a deliberate tweak of Hope's engorged clit. "You little bitch."
Giggling, Grace sits back tailor-fashion just below my hip and pushes her fingers into her own small slit. "Oooh. Yeah, that does feel nice."
Craning my neck, I try to look on, but all I can see is the back of her hand undulating over her tiny mons, all of the interesting action being hidden by the leg nearest my head. I reach out and grasp her skinny thigh just above her knee, marveling that I can almost completely encircle it with my fingers. Pausing, she looks up at me inquiringly.
"You're watching us," I grin. "How about you let me watch you too?"
"Okay," she giggles, turning pink with embarrassment as she turns herself towards me. "Can you see my pussy now?"
"Just about," I say, reaching up to adjust her knickers on my head like a cap so that I can look out through one of the leg holes. Levering myself up onto my elbows, I grin, "There, I can see just fine now."
"You're silly," she giggles.
"Why, what's he done?" Hope asks, twisting around to look at me. "Oh!" she laughs, "No, he's not silly, just a pervert."
"What's that?" Grace asks, her fingers idly stroking up and down along the length of her little pink slit.
"Someone who molests innocent little girls like me, and wants to look at their pussies," Hope giggles.
"Hey!" I protest laughingly, "Who's molesting who here?"
"She's molesting you," Grace giggles. "Does that mean she's a pervert too?"
"Oh, I do hope so," Hope chuckles.
"And I'm a pervert too," Grace declares happily. "Cos I molested her."
"Yep," I agree with her, "just don't let your mother find out."
"No way!" She cries, "She'd make us stop, and this is heaps more fun than playing dumb old Barbies with Julie. I wanna do this all the time."
"Yep. She's a pervert," Hope laughs. "Right now, though, my pervert had better get his arse into gear before I get him tossed out of the pervert's club for dereliction of duty."
"Oops," I chuckle, "I think your big sister wants fucking."
"You bet I do," Hope says, "and this position's fucking useless."
"Don't you mean that fucking position's useless?" Grace asks with a giggle.
"Smart arse," Hope giggles, "Yeah, this position for fucking is fucking useless."
"Looks good for the camera though," I say, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back against my chest. "Hang on."
Holding her tight, I roll on top of her and then lift up onto my knees behind her, all the while keeping my cock firmly ensconced within the tight grip of her hot little pussy.
"Oooh," Grace cries, "I've seen dogs like that. Were they fucking too?"
"Yep," I reply, "that's why they call it doggy style."
"Shut up and fuck me," Hope cries, forcing her hips back into my groin.
"Oh, well if I have to," I say with an air of being much put upon.
"Watch it," Hope tells me, looking back over her shoulder with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"No, he's supposed to *do* it," Grace giggles, "I'm supposed to *watch* it."
"Oh, I give up," Hope groans as I chuckle.
Grasping Grace by the wrist, I raise it high above her head, saying, "The winner and still champion."
"If you don't get a move on, we're all gonna lose. Mum'll be home soon," Hope says.
"Okay, I'll be good," I grin as I begin to slowly slide my rampant prick in and out of her tight, sucking pussy.
And now that our fuck is properly under way, Grace settles down beside us, her eyes locked on the junction of our bodies while her fingers caress her hairless little slit, the pace of her movements unconsciously matching mine.
"This is so dirty," Hope murmurs, her head hanging down between her shoulders so that she can watch Grace's fingers. "I'm being fucked like a dog while my baby sister watches and plays with her bald little cunt. Are you watching her, Garry? My baby sister's fingering herself right beside you."
"Yes, I'm watching her," I grind out between my teeth.
"Is it making you as hot as it's making me?" she continues, her hips now beginning to push back towards me as she picks up the pace. "Are you looking at her little baldy cunt while you shove your big fat cock up my hot, wet fuck hole? Lie back and spread your legs right apart, Gracie, give him a look at your cute little pussy. Spread your pussy open and show him right up inside you."
"Oh, fuck!" I cry as Gracie assumes the same gynecologically revealing posture her sister had used earlier. While I look on, she peels her completely hairless little labia apart to reveal the soft rosy interior. Her tiny pink clit peeks from within its hood, glistening with her sister's juices. Almost completely unformed, the thin lines of her inner labia draw my eyes down to the base of her slit. There, the tiny entrance to her vagina is stretched open to reveal the glistening paper-thin membrane of her hymen.
Grasping Hope's hips in a vise-like grip, I slam my hips into her still boyishly bony backside, driving my steely shaft into the tight, heated depths of her swampy cunt with bone-jarring force. Again and again, I slam-fuck into my thirteen-year-old lover, perverted thoughts inspired by Grace's obscene display have me pounding into Hope's slender body harder than I've ever fucked her before. And Hope, her head hanging between her shoulders to watch her baby sister as she rubs her fingers through her tiny hairless slit, pushes back into me.
"Oh, ugh, fuck!" she grunts, "Root me, ungh, ah, you sick, ugh, bast-ugh-ard. Screw, ah, me like a-ungh dog whi-ng-le my babEEE sis-ah plays with her-AIEE bald litt-le slit. You wAH-nt to - OH GOD - fUHck it, don't you?"
Her perverse words echo the obscene thoughts already ringing in my head, driving me into a lust-filled frenzy. Sweat pours from my body as I repeatedly slam my rock-hard cock into her tight, sopping wet fuck hole. Harder and harder, I force myself into her unresisting body until her arms collapse, her face becoming buried in the rucked-up bedclothes. Only the vise-like grip of my fingers on her bony hips holds her arse in the air while I continue to pound into her with undiminished vigor.
Her voice, now muffled by the bedclothes, continues unabated. "OH GOD, ugh YESSS!" she cries, her fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists. "Harder! Fuck meEEEE you per-ahvert. Fuck MEEEE! Fuck me! Fuck me!..." Like a mantra, she repeats the two words over and over again while my tightening balls slap wetly against her dripping snatch.
Suddenly, her words are replaced by a rising, ululating shriek as the most intense orgasm I have ever witnessed rips into and through her barely pubescent body. Her fingers release their grip on the bedclothes, splaying as she slaps the mattress in time with the flexing muscles rippling her belly. Her already tight vaginal sheath now clenches around my deeply buried cock like the fist of a milkmaid, wave after wave of contractions rippling along the length of my cock, pulling at it, seeking to draw my seed deep into her body.
Two such orgasmic undulations milk my swollen manhood, driving me over the edge. My entire existence is now concentrated in the few square centimetres of moist, heated flesh locked together in the most intimate embrace possible. Deep within my loins, a fiery burning sensation sears from my contracting prostate though the length of my adamantine shaft. My pent-up seed scorching a path into the welcoming depths of Hope's swampy quim.
Again and again, my body jerks, each white-hot pulsation more intense than the last, coursing through my swollen prick and shooting up the length of my spine, bursting forth in wave after wave of indescribable, almost unbearable pleasure.
Finally, as my vision begins to fade at the edges, the exquisite torture slowly fades, and with it goes all of my strength. Barely conscious, I collapse on top of Hope, my drained body twitching spasmodically as I draw great shuddering breaths into my oxygen-starved lungs.
Slowly, I become aware of Grace's tiny hands pushing at my shoulders, her voice, shrill with panic, asking me, "Are you all right? Are you all right?"
Still half out of it, I turn my head to look at her bemusedly, "Huh?"
"Are you all right?" she repeats for the third time that I'm aware of.
"Mmmm, fine," I murmur, nuzzling into Hope's bedraggled hair.
"Are you sure?" she asks, "You was both screamin' and yellin' even worse than before."
"You can get off me now," Hope says, pushing at me with her shoulder, her voice muffled by a mouthful of duvet.
"Do I have to?" I complain as, with a monumental effort, I roll off her and onto my back.
"Jesus!" Hope groans as she too flops over onto her back. "That was fucking awesome."
"I was inspired," I say with a weak grin.
"I know," Hope giggles back almost as weakly, "By my baby sister's bald pussy."
"No, just her big sister's filthy talk," I chuckle.
"Well, since I was talking about her pretty little puss, it's pretty much the same thing, isn't it?" she accuses merrily.
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds it may incriminate me," I say, lifting myself up onto one elbow and looking down at her.
"So you do like her little slit," she grins. "Do you think it's prettier than mine?"
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I might get hit," I chuckle.
"You're safe for the moment," she giggles, "I don't have the strength. God, it feels like you fucked my poor little pussy raw." She eases her legs apart, asking, "How does it look, Grace?"
"Eew, it's got white stuff coming out," Grace says in tones of great disgust.
"That's his sperm he squirted in me," Hope says.
"Oh," Grace says, disappointment in her voice. "I didn't see it squirting out.""Sorry," I chuckle, "we got a little carried away. Maybe next time."
"Okay," she acquiesces easily. Just then a wicked little glint comes into her eye and she looks at her sister. "I bet you won't suck his cock now it's got that stuff on it too."
"Just watch me," Hope fires back. Groaning with the effort, she drags herself around until her head lies on my belly, and her lips are just centimeters from my shrunken member.
Her warm breath feels marvelous on my poor abused prick, as is the sensation of her tongue tentatively touching it, but when she slurps it into her mouth like limp spaghetti, I cry out at the flaring, almost pain. "Oh god! Gently. It feels like I fucked the skin right off it."
Hope mumbles something which might be an apology, but refuses to release my cock from the warm, moist confines of her mouth. She does, however, moderate her efforts to a soothing gentle sucking.
"You're so gross," Grace cries out, her gaze captured by the sight of her big sister nursing on my cunt juice and semen-slimed cock.
Once she is satisfied that she has gotten all that she can from my cock, Hope gently disengages herself, and turns to her little sister, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," she giggles. "Actually, it tastes pretty good."
"Really?" I ask with a grin. "How about you tell her the rest now?"
"Okay," she grins back, "That was the first time I've done that, Grace. I've always thought it was gross too. It's just that doing stuff in front of you made me so horny, and I wanted to see what it was like."
"Well, I still think it's gross," Grace giggles. "And how come you was saying stuff about me and my pussy, Hope? Do you really want to put your cock in it and fuck me too, Garry? How come? I haven't got any boobs like Hope does, and I don't have any hair on my pussy either. Would it really fit in me?"
"Whoa," I say, holding up my hand, "Slow down a bit. First of all, Hope was saying those things to make me more excited, so I'd fuck her better, and they excited her too."
"Does that mean you do want to fuck me," Grace interrupts, "You can if you want."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I cry, "I can't really fuck you. It'd hurt too much, but it's still fun thinking about it."
"How come?"
"Because it's so nasty," Hope says, "And boys like it when a girl's pussy squeezes his cock, and yours would be extra tight."
"How come it's nasty?"
"Because people think it's wrong for little girls to know anything about sex until they're older."
"Does that mean I'm bad?" she asks apprehensively.
"God no!" I quickly reassure her. "Well, maybe a just little bit for making us show you. But if anyone's bad, it's us for giving in."
"But how come it's bad?" she asks, "I think it's fun."
"I dunno," I admit, "Maybe it's because you could get hurt if someone really did try to fuck you."
"I sorta wish you could," she says softly, "You keep on saying it's heaps of fun and it feels really good. I wish I was bigger so I could feel good too. I mean, it feels nice when I rub it and stuff, but you looked like you really liked it, 'specially at the end when you was jerking and yelling and stuff."
"Oh boy did we ever," Hope giggles, "That was the most awesome cum I ever had, and I think Garry liked his too."
"You bet your sweet little pussy it was," I say, "If I'd cum any harder, you'd be coughing up my balls by now."
"See," Grace says unhappily as her big sister laughs at my words, "I'm too little to have fun like that."
"No you're not," Hope reassures her, "I was only a little bit older than you when Garry gave me my first cum."
"You mean he fucked you when you were nearly as little as me?" Grace asks incredulously, "But he said I was too little to fuck."
"No, he didn't fuck me then," Hope replies, "He just rubbed me with his fingers like you were doing. He's heaps good at it."
"Whoa, hang on," I interject, "I don't know that that's a very good idea."
"Why not?" Grace asks, "Don't you want to do it?"
"Yeah, why not?" Hope adds naughtily.
"Don't you start that again," I say warningly. To Grace, I say, "I didn't say I don't want to, I'm just not sure it's a good idea. Hope was fibbing a little bit when she said she was only a bit older than you. Actually, she was nearly ten when it happened. I don't know if little girls as young as you can cum like Hope did."
"But I was only seven when you touched me there for the first time, and it still felt better than when I did it, and you're heaps better at it too now."
"I'm also a hell of a lot older now," I say, "It's bad enough that she watched us, but guys my age just aren't supposed to touch little girls like her."
"Guys your age aren't supposed to touch middle-sized girls like me either," Hope giggles.
"Please, Garry?" Grace says, looking at me imploringly. "Just once. Please."
"Go on, Garry," Hope chimes in, "make her happy."
"Make you happy, you mean," I chuckle, "What the hell, I might as well be hung for a lamb, as for a sheep."
"You got that backwards," Hope grins, then as what I meant by the reversal sinks in, she thumps me. "Hey, I'm not that old, you bastard."
"Maybe it's time I traded you in on a newer model anyway."
"You'll pay for that crack, you prick," she threatens me.
"No, I won't," I grin, "You'll let me play with your little crack for free, won't you, Gracie?"
"Uh-huh," she nods while grinning at her sister. "She's too old for a pervert like you."
"Why you little..." Hope begins before collapsing on top of me. Both of us howl with laughter.
"I've created a monster," Hope finally gasps as she pushes herself up to look down at me, "Two of them in fact."
"Don't worry," I grin back, "I'll throw you a mercy fuck every now and then, once a month or so."
Unfazed, she just grins back, "That's all right, your dad fucks me better anyway."
Gobsmacked by Hope's outrageous statement, I just stare at her.
"You mean Uncle Steve fucks you too?" Grace asks incredulously.
"Uh-huh," Hope nods, grinning hugely, "And his cock is twice as big as Garry's, it really fills me up. It feels like it's going to come out the top of my head when he fucks me."
"Really?" Grace gasps.
"Uh-huh. And when he squirts his sperm, there's so much it makes my tummy blow up like a balloon and makes it look like I'm really going to have a baby."
"Oh wow!" Grace just laps it up.
"And when he does it in my mouth, it comes out of my nose too," Hope adds as she fleshes out her tale.
This, however, proves too much. "You fibber," Grace cries, "You said you never done that before."
"Had you going though, didn't I?" Hope says, her giggles mingling with my deeper chuckles.
"I guess," Grace giggles. "Are you going to rub my little bald pussy and make me feel good now, Garry?"
"What?" I gasp, gobsmacked for the second time in as many minutes.
"Oh," Grace whispers crestfallen, "Didn't I say it right? That's what Hope was saying when you fucked her."
"No, you said it just right," I chuckle, "You just surprised me a little bit. But you'd better be careful who you say things like that around."
"I know," she agrees easily. Laying back, she once again lifts her knees and parts them in a way that only the very young and trained gymnasts can achieve. "Come on then," she goads me with a naughty glint in her eye, "Rub my little pussy for me. Touch my baby clitty and make me feel good like Hope did. Make me flop and scream like she did."
"Oh wow!" she says in surprise, "Just showing you my pussy and saying it is making me all tingly."
"You're not the only one," I say, as my poor, much abused cock vainly tries to raise its head in response to Grace's lewd words and even more obscene display. "Little girls like you just aren't supposed to say that sort of thing, but my cock sure likes to hear them."
"Come on, Garry," She teases me, suddenly adopting the lisping tones of a child even younger than the seven years she lays claim to. "Doancha wanna play with me? My widdle" (she giggles at the pun that word presents) "puss-puss is all cold and lonely and wants you to cuddle it."
"I really did create a monster," Hope giggles at my dumbfounded expression. "What made you talk like a baby, Gracie?"
"I thought if talking about little girls like me made you excited, it'd be even better if I sounded even littler," Grace explains. "Why, did I do wrong?"
"See for yourself," Hope giggles as she points at my partially reawakened cock.
"Oh wow!" Grace cries, "It's getting bigger again."
"Yep," Hope says, "and after that last fucking he gave me, I would have bet that nothing could do that for ages."
"That means he thinks I'm sexy, doesn't it?" Grace asks.
"You bet I do," I say, having finally managed to regain the ability to speak.
"Even sexier than Hope?" she asks mischievously.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," I say, chuckling, "At least not while she's in the same room."
"You'll pay," Hope says with a grin.
"Whatever," I reply absently as I roll her off me and snuggle up beside Grace, "Right now though, I've got more important things to attend to."
"Now you're really going to pay."
Ignoring Hope, I gently push Grace's legs out straight, saying, "Not like that. This way's better for what I want to do."
"Uh-huh," she nods soberly, her levity fleeing now that the momentous occasion has arrived.
"Now you tell me if you don't like anything I do, or it makes you feel uncomfortable," I say softly, laying my hand on her little rounded tummy.
"Uh-huh," she breathes.
"First of all, let's get this shirt off."
"Okay," she agrees, struggling to sit up.
"No, you just lay there," I say softly, "Let me do it."
"Okay. But why?"Does that answer your question?" I grin down at her as I slide my hand across to her other nipple and give it a little tweak too. "Your pussy isn't the only place that feels good."
Gently, I work her arms out of her t-shirt and finally slip the bunched-up cloth over her head, leaving her naked but for the little Nike sandshoes incongruously adorning her feet.
With gentle fingers, I brush the disheveled hair back from her forehead and tuck it behind her dainty little ears. With my fingers atremble, I begin Grace's introduction to the sensual feelings which will culminate in the exquisite pleasures of sexual fulfillment. Raised above her supine form on one elbow, I look down into her trusting, but still apprehensive features, my eyes just two tens of centimeters from her own.
Lightly, I touch her forehead, smoothing away the slight wrinkles of her concern. My fingers trail over her temple to the delicate curve of her right ear, tracing the cartilaginous folds, lightly pinching the soft lobe. She squirms under the influence of the familiar, yet somehow strange touch. A touch that awakens new and delicious sensations in her tiny seven-year-old body.
"Mmm," she murmurs softly, "that tingles."
My thumb lightly touching her jaw, I draw my fingertips over the exquisitely soft skin of her glowing pink cheek. I press a finger lightly to the moist bow of her lips, "Shh," I whisper almost inaudibly.
The gentle breeze of her breath caresses my fingers as I move from her lips to her other cheek and on to her other ear. Again, she squirms, a susurrating murmur of pleasure escaping her slightly parted lips. My fingers circle the slight depression of her temple, brushing the downy hairs fringing her hairline, exciting sensations that have been denied her since infancy.
My fingers trace the downy ridges of her eyebrows from side to side, returning along the ridge of her cheekbones, then passing back over the delicate, fluttering lashes lining her quivering eyelids. Again, I caress her flushed cheeks and outline the tiny promontory of her button nose.
I watch as her tiny pink tongue briefly emerges to moisten her drying lips, listen as she purrs throaty murmurs of contentment. My hand still hasn't left her face, but already I am aware of her quickening breath, and I know that if I were to lay my hand on her left breast, I would feel the beat of her tiny heart following suit.
But first, her glistening pink lips draw my fingers to them. From corner to corner, I trace their outline, marveling at their softness. Her lips part slightly, puckering, and returning my caress with a sweet kiss to my fingertips. Returning some of the fire that my touch has inspired.
I draw my fingers downward over the point of her chin to her throat. Her Adam's apple bobs convulsively as she swallows. My fingertips pass through the hollow at the base of her throat and lightly circle the bony confluence where her collarbones meet her breastbone. She sighs a cry of deep contentment, her chest rising and falling beneath my fingertips.
My fingers trace a figure eight across her narrow, bony chest, lightly bumping over the corrugations of her ribs as they orbit the tiny pink dots of her prepubescent nipples. She squirms, her body instinctively seeking to bring those sensitive buttons beneath my fingers.
Smiling, I gently shake my head, pressing down lightly in the center of her chest and waiting until she stills. I feel the rapid palpitations of her beating heart beneath my fingertips, her growing arousal transmitted to me in its birdlike fluttering.
My fingers resume their lemniscate circuit around her tiny pink nipples, their path contracting with each pass. Then, as they close in on their eventual targets, I span her narrow chest with my open hand, my thumb and forefinger tracing small circles around her juvenile nipples.
My eyes search hers, looking for any signs of distress as I close in on these exquisitely sensitive circles of skin, barely darker than the untanned flesh surrounding them. All that I find is trust, excitement, eagerness, invitation, and love.
Holding her gaze, I lower my face towards hers, breathing in the sweetness of her breath. Her eyes widen with her realization of what I am about to do, and then close as she purses her lips in clear invitation. Closer still, I bring my lips to hers, our breath mingling, then just as I close the last few millimeters, I finally bring my fingertips into contact with her hardened nipples.
She gasps at the intensity of the sensations, her lips parting just as mine meet hers. It is her first truly sensual kiss. Her first kiss which is not the product of filial devotion or duty. And it is mine. It lasts barely a second, yet that second stretches into eternity.
She moans, a sound filled with disappointment and need as I pull back, her head lifting to follow my retreating lips with her own. With a gasp, she lets it fall back to the bed as I bring thumb and forefinger together on her right nipple, lightly pinching the minuscule nub.
She looks up at me almost pleadingly as I begin to caress her flank, sliding my fingers lightly up and down from her right hip to pectoral fold flanking her armpit. With each pass, I bring the lower point closer to the center of her body, now passing just inside the protruding point of her hipbone, just brushing the outermost edges of her pubic swell.
Her breathing comes in short, sharp pants, anxiety joining the welter of emotions filling her eyes, but she is more eager than ever that I push her over the yawning precipice, trusting that I will be waiting at the bottom to catch her.
From her pubis, I trail my fingers to the tiny rosettes of her nipples and then back. I barely brush over the smooth hairless rise above her tightly closed little slit, seeking to ignite small embers of delicious torment. Back and forth, my fingers pass, fanning the embers until she writhes with the delicious agony of ever-increasing arousal.
I catch her fingers as they attempt to soothe the burning itch I have set ablaze, smiling at the silent plea in her passion-twisted features. "Soon," I promise her softly. "Just a little more."
Now, my fingers caress only the soft, hairless mound of her pubis, tracing its outline from prominent hipbones to where it dives back between her slightly parted legs. I caress the softness of her inner thighs, surrounding her sex in a ring of fire.
Her small fists clutch spasmodically at the air, beating a silent tattoo of need on the bedclothes as her hips begin to thrust upwards, seeking to place the epicenter of the blaze under my roving fingertips. She whines in frustration, panting almost incoherent pleas for me to release the pressure building within her slender frame.
She gasps, a sharp indrawn breath of minor release, as my fingers finally move to the center. But still, I lightly ride the increasingly spasmodic movements of her hips, tracing the full length of her slit with my middle finger, the fingers to either side lightly caressing the swollen, inflamed ridges of her labia.
Slowly, seeping moisture begins to coat my fingertips, and I increase the pressure with which I push against the soft, rubbery folds of her prepubescent vulva, the heel of my hand against her left hip helping me ride out the increasingly violent thrusts of her hips. Back and forth, I trace along the creases of her burning pussy lips, now pausing at the top of each pass to tap lightly, directly over the point where her tiny clit lies enfolded in the fiery embrace of her swollen pussy lips. Sharp gasps punctuate her almost continuous mewling with each staccato contact.
Finally, the moisture anointing my fingers and the length of her tiny hairless slit lets my finger slip into the hot, swampy crevasse between her engorged labia. Her eyes fly open at the sudden intrusion, and her breath escapes in a deep, almost growling "OH!" of surprise. And she grips my wrist with tiny fingers like bands of steel, fearing that this is the latest and greatest in a series of ever-increasing torments.
I know, however, that her tiny body has taken all that it can handle. I swirl the tip of my finger in a tiny circle about the entrance to her tiny vagina, gathering more of the surprisingly copious lubricants seeping from within. Drawing it upwards towards the bloated bulb of her engorged clitoris.
Her fingers relax as she realizes that the end of her journey is approaching, but remain caught about my wrist, not quite trusting me to hasten that journey's completion. The mewls of pleasure coming from her parted lips intensify, her every breath a rapturous "Oh!" of surprise and ecstasy.
Matching her rapid exhalations, I press down on the hard kernel of her clit, my fingertip twirling in a tiny circle over the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves, fanning the flames I ignited in her prepubescent body into an explosive conflagration that will consume her utterly.
The approaching peak of her climax announces itself with a great indrawn breath and a sudden tightening of her fingers about my wrist as her face screws up into a pain-like rictus of unimaginable pleasure. My thumb pushes down on her pebbly little clit from above, trapping it against the fleshy pad of my forefinger and providing the impetus to send her over the edge and plunging into the abyss.
Her back arches clear of the bed, heels and shoulders pressing into the mattress as great shuddering contractions drive the breath from her body in a diminishing series of ecstatic cries. As I release her clit, she falls back to the bed like a string-cut puppet, rising again when I close my fingers on her little 'buzzer' and gently squeeze.Three times in all, I pinch the swollen nerve-filled bulb, stopping when her grip about my wrist slackens, and lack of breath silences her cries. As she falls back for the third time, I withdraw my finger from her tightly clasping slit and cup the whole of her heated vulva in my hand, gently massaging it as I lower my head to press my lips to hers, trapping her upper lip between mine.
It is an amazing testament to the recuperative powers of youth that it is only moments before her arms come up to curl about my neck and hug me tight. "Mmmm!" she murmurs softly, her lips closing on my bottom lip, sucking it gently.
"That was beautiful," Hope's awe-struck voice breaks the silence.
Grace's arms tighten slightly about my neck, as if afraid that I might pull away from her, but lack of breath soon forces her to release me. The breaking of the kiss also breaks the spell holding me, and I become acutely aware of the pins and needles shooting through the arm beneath me.
Not wanting Grace to think I am deserting her, I slide my hand up from the warmth of her little pussy and beneath her shoulder to cup the back of her head as I roll onto my back. Murmuring contentedly, she snuggles up to my side, resting her head in the hollow of my shoulder, and throwing her right leg half over my hip.
Hope lets us recuperate in silence for a minute or two, but finally curiosity gets the better of her. "Well," she verbally prods her sister, "did you like it?"
"Mmm-mm," Grace murmurs.
Unsatisfied, Hope tries again, "Wasn't it just the most awesome thing in the whole world, Grace?"
"Mmm-hmm," Grace mumbles as she snuggles herself in even tighter.
A moment later, though, she becomes aware of the rigid tube of flesh pressing against the inside of her thigh, and she lifts her head to look down at the angry purple dome of my cock. "It's stiff again," she says wonderingly, "Can I see the sperms come out now?"
Sensing that the moment has departed, I decide a little levity is in order. "I think that can be arranged," I chuckle softly, as I slide my hand down to grasp my throbbing prick.
"Why don't you let Grace do it?" Hope suggests.
"I'm not sucking it," Grace cries as she struggles upright.
"Go on," Hope giggles naughtily, moving as if to push her little sister's head down towards my cock.
"You don't have to," I reassure her, directing a frown at Hope. "You can just use your hands like I did for you. Or if you want, you can just sit back and watch."
"Spoilsport," Hope giggles. "It's all right, Gracie, I was only joking anyway. Do you want to do it with your hands, or do you just want to watch me?"
"I'll do it," Grace says, "He made me feel really good, so I guess I should pay him back. But what do I do?"
"Just hold it like this and make your hand go up and down," Hope says, suiting her actions to her words and demonstrating how I like to be wanked. "You better be quick though, Mum'll be home soon."
"Oh shit!" I cry, struggling to sit up, "What's the time?"
"Don't worry, you've still got half an hour," Hope giggles, "and I bet it'll only take about two minutes."
"Are you sure?" I ask, even as Grace shoves me down onto my back again.
"Of course I am," Hope replies, "Now stop worrying and let her play with your doodle, I wanna watch this."
At first, Grace's grip is tentative, or maybe it's a payback for the teasing I subjected her to. Either way, rather than rolling my foreskin over the swollen dome of my cock, her fingers skitter over my skin, her touch igniting the same sort of fire which I had so recently inflicted upon her.
"Hold it tighter," I groan, closing my fingers over hers to demonstrate how I like to be held and the pace I prefer.
She soon manages a ragged rhythm approximating what I like, but her small hand makes it impossible to completely encircle the crown at the top of her stroke. Hope, though, has the answer. "Use both hands," she suggests.
Frowning with concentration, Grace works my rock-hard cock with her hands, soon settling down to a smooth pumping action which has me murmuring with delight. And soon afterwards, she is able to spare enough of her attention to talk.
"It feels funny," she giggles, "The skin on top is all tight and shiny, but it's soft underneath, and where it's hard underneath, the skin's soft and baggy. I like it."
"I'm glad to hear it," I chuckle.
"I bet you're glad to feel it too, you pervert," Hope says naughtily, "I bet you like my baby sister playing with your big nasty cock. She's only seven years old, you know. She's supposed to be playing with Barbies, not your dirty old cock. Do you like it, you pervert? Do you like how she's rubbing your disgusting prick with her tiny little hands? That's why people like you are perverts, isn't it? Her little hands make your cock look bigger. That way you can pretend you're like those men in that disgusting magazine you forced me to look at. Are you going to squirt it all over her like they do in the pictures? Are you going to cream all over her tiny little hands? I just bet you'd like to squirt it all over her little bald crack, you nasty pervert."
The image that accompanies Hope's last obscene statement tips me over the edge. Groaning, I jam my hips up into Grace's fists, lava-like bursts of semen coursing through my prick to erupt into the air and splash down on my belly.
As if from a great distance, I hear Hope cry out, "No, don't stop. Keep moving your hands."
I feel increased pressure on my prick as Hope's hand covers her little sister's. Urging them back into motion, but at the same time, she pushes it to the side, directing the remaining spurts away from my belly. Following so close on the heels of the tremendous cum I'd experienced with Hope, this one is soon over, ending with one last dribble of cum and a couple of dry heaves.
"O.K., you can stop now," Hope says, halting her sister's hands, "It hurts if you keep going."
"That was gross," Grace giggles as she unwraps her liberally be-slimed fingers from my softening prick. "But it was fun." Suddenly, she looks down between her legs, "You made it squirt on my pussy," she cries.
"Yep," Hope says proudly, "Doesn't it look sexy, Garry?"
I struggle up onto one elbow and look into the gap between her skinny thighs. A few creamy droplets of cum adorn the still pink lips of her little puss, the majority of what struck her having landed on the lower swell of her belly and upper curve of her pubic mound in two crisscrossing streamers, one of which threatens to dribble into her slit. "Very sexy," I chuckle, "And you call me a pervert. Who was it that made it land there?"
"Me," Hope giggles, drawing her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out proudly.
"Will it make me have a baby?" she asks worriedly, looking down at the pearly beads trickling into her tight little crack.
"Oh, Gracie!" I cry sympathetically, gathering her up in my arms, "It has to go inside you to make you pregnant, and even then you wouldn't have to worry. Your body's much too young, you have to be having periods like Hope before it's ready to have babies."
Reassured, she trails her fingertip through the obscene mess on her little tummy, testing it. She quickly discovers how slippery it is, and with a naughty look towards me, she pushes a large glob between her fat little pussy lips. "It feels nasty," she giggles, "I like it. Next time I want you to squirt it all on my little bald pussy and rub it in and make it feel good again."
"Oh God!" I groan. "What have we done?"
"Corrupted my baby sister," Hope giggles, "Wasn't it fun?"
"Well, yes," I admit, pretending reluctance. "I just don't know if I can make enough cum to keep up with the pair of you." | null | Part 1 | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Clayton's Kids - Sprung bad.txt |
2,218 | Clayton | Babysitter - Jenny | "Okay. Where to?" I ask, starting the car and pulling out from the curb.
Vanessa starts giving me directions that I follow, until after about ten minutes or so she says, "Stop here."
Obeying, I pull over to the side of the road and turn towards her. "Okay, what's this all about?" I ask. "You obviously don't live here, there's nothing here but trees."
"I know," she says quietly. "It's not far though, I just wanted to talk to you without my big brother seeing."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I say. "People might get the wrong idea if they see you alone in a car with a strange man."
"It's okay. Nobody ever comes down here on weekends," she says, trying to reassure me.
"I'm not sure that doesn't make it worse if somebody does come," I mutter, then to her I say, "Okay, but you'd better make it quick, your mom's going to start wondering where you got to."
"No, she won't. She's at the football with Daddy, and that doesn't finish till past five o'clock. That's why she would have been mad if I called her on the mobile and got her to come and get me."
"Okay," I say, "your big brother isn't looking and your mom isn't wondering where you got to, so what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Lifting her right leg up onto the seat, she twists around to face me and says, "Promise you won't tell anybody."
'Uh-oh,' little warning bells start to ring, and I think about it for a few seconds before replying, "Well, I can't promise outright, but I won't say anything unless I really think somebody needs to be told, and I'll tell you why I think so before I do. Is that okay?"
"Oh, it's nothing bad," she avows, "or at least not really, but it's embarrassing and I don't want everybody to talk about it."
"In that case, I shouldn't have to say anything," I reply. "So what's on your mind?"
Blushing, she squirms into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the door, and for the first time, I notice that with her right knee pressed into the back of the seat and her left foot still on the floor, her skirt has been pulled tight across her lap, exposing her nylon-encased pudenda. This time, however, the thin fabric is all but transparent, having been soaked by the sweat raised during our strenuous table tennis game.
Every detail of her little pussy is open to my interested gaze, the only effect of the damp gauzy fabric stretched tightly across her young mound being to tinge the pale flesh with pink, giving it a look of heightened arousal. Within my pants, my cock begins to stir, and to hide my beginning arousal, I match her posture and turn to face her.
"Um, it's real 'barrassing. Promise you won't laugh or anything," Vanessa murmurs quietly, blissfully unaware of just how "'barrassing' it would be if she was aware of her exposure. But since no harm was being done, I say nothing, vicariously enjoying her unconscious display.
Trying to keep her unaware of the direction of my gaze, I reply, "I promise, and I've often noticed that things aren't always as bad as they first seem, especially if you share them with a sympathetic listener."
"Well, you know how you said I was sexy?" she begins, adding as an aside, "Is it true, do you really think I'm sexy?"
"Vanessa," I reply, "I think that you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever had the good fortune to meet, and in a few years, you will be the sexiest thing on two legs. But that's not really what you dragged me out here into the middle of nowhere to ask, is it?"
"No, but it happened then," she replies with a deepening flush.
"What happened?" I ask in confusion.
"What I wanted to ask you about," she continues, still skirting the real issue.
Sensing her hesitation, I lower my eyes from hers, incidentally getting another look at her beautiful little pussy, which for some reason seems to be a little fuller than a minute or so earlier.
With eye contact broken, she seems to gain courage, and she continues, "When you said we was sexy, I sort of felt funny, and it happens at other times too."
I immediately see where she is headed, and I wonder whether I should cut it off now or take the risk of letting it develop further. A slight shift in her posture, however, calls my attention back between her legs, and I find myself prompting her. "What do you mean 'funny'?"
"Sort of squirmy. Like butterflies in my tummy, but lower," she admits, her flush deepening as she all but whispers the last two words.
"Between your legs you mean?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she whispers, her face burning a bright crimson. "Is that normal? I mean, I'm not sick or anything, am I?"
"Don't worry," I smile, "it's perfectly normal, and I bet you're feeling it right now, right?" I don't even have to see her nod to know this is true, as the dark patch of moisture - no larger than a five-cent piece - staining her undies attests.
"Uh-huh, it's real strong right now," she admits, "and it was even stronger the time I saw my brother rubbing his thing. Is that bad?"
"Well, it depends on how you look at it," I reply, getting a nervous giggle in response to my inadvertent pun.
"No, not like that silly," I smile, "I mean your brother would probably be upset if he knew you'd been spying on him, and your parents wouldn't like it either, because they probably think you're a bit young to know about sex yet. But so long as nobody got hurt and you don't make a habit of it, I don't think that it's anything to worry about."
"Oh, good," she says in relieved tones, "b'cause I didn't really mean to spy, I just heard him making noises like he was hurt or something. So I looked to see if he was okay, and he was rubbin' his hand up and down his thing, and it didn't look like it did when we were little. It was all swollen and red, like it was sore. Then pus came out of it, and I felt scared, so I ran away. I thought he was going to die or something, but he was all right later.
"Then after I went to bed, I heard him making those noises again, and I felt that scary feeling again, but it wasn't really like being scared. It was sort of like the good scared you get on the rides at the show, but it was different 'cause it wasn't in my tummy, it was in my privates."
"Did you touch yourself there?" I ask.
"No, Mum says it's nasty," Vanessa replies. "Does that mean Geoff was doing something bad?"
"No, it's something perfectly natural," I reply. "It's just that some grownups were told that it was bad when they were kids, so they still think it is, but nearly everybody does it sometimes."
"Why?"
"Because it feels good," I reply. "How much do you know about sex?"
"I sort of know that it's how babies are made," she replies, "Mum says I'll find out all about it when I get married."
"That's a pretty silly attitude," I say without thinking.
"Huh, why?"
"Because it can get you into a lot of trouble if you're not careful," I reply."Look, I really shouldn't be telling you this. If your mum found out, I could get into a lot of trouble."
"Oh, I won't tell," she promises quickly. "How come I can get into trouble?"
"Well, it's like this," I say. "Your mum thinks that if you don't know about something, you won't be tempted to try it. On the other hand, I think it's pretty stupid, because if you don't know what something is, you might not be able to stop it in time if somebody else tries to make it happen."
"What if you're at a party and this really cute boy tells you he knows a way to make you feel really good and he asks if you want to try it? At first, he just wants to cuddle and kiss, and since some others are doing it, you go along. Then he starts to touch you in a certain way, and that feels good, so you let him keep doing it. Then a bit later, he does something else, and that feels good, so you don't stop him, and before you know it, he's trying to make a baby inside you. All because you didn't know what he was doing, so you didn't know you should stop him."
"But wouldn't he stop if he knew he was making a baby in me?" she asks.
"It's highly unlikely. Boys don't have to carry the baby, so they don't worry about it. Also, there are ways to keep from having a baby, so even if they do think about it, they'll probably think that since you aren't stopping them, it's all right to do it."
"Do you know what an instinct is?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's like how a dog turns around a few times to flatten the grass before he lies down, even when he's on carpet," she replies.
"Exactly," I say. "It's something you can't help doing, unless you are thinking about it and make a conscious effort to control it. Now, every living thing has an instinct to make babies, and since a boy doesn't have to make much effort to make a baby, his instinct is to try and make as many as he can."
"What about girls?"
"Girls feel the same thing too. A girl, however, has to put quite a lot of effort into making a baby. First, to grow it inside her body for nine months, and then to look after it until it grows up. So they're a bit more choosy about who they do it with. The problem is that if a boy can get her feeling good enough, her instinct to make a baby can take over. Then, if it's the right time and everything goes exactly right, they start a baby growing."
"Doesn't a girl always have a baby when she does sex with a boy?"
"Has sex," I correct automatically before replying, "No, most of the time it just feels great, and that's to make you keep on doing it until you do have a baby."
"Was that why Geoff was rubbing his thing?" she asks.
"That's right," I reply. "It feels a lot like having sex does, but not as good, because nature wants people to do it together so that they make more babies."
"What about my feeling funny?"
"That's your body getting ready, just in case you might have sex," I answer. "If you see something like your brother pretending to have sex, or something happens that makes sex more likely, your body starts to send signals that feel good, just in case."
"Like when you saw us in our knickers?" she asks. Then, noticing the direction of my gaze, which had been drawn back between her legs by her mention of the word 'knickers', she yelps, "Hey, you're peeking!"
"I'm sorry," I apologize, as she hastily pushes her skirt down to cover herself.
"It's O.K. I guess," she replies, blushing. "It's like what we were talking about, isn't it? I was showing you my knickers by accident, and when I said it, you had to look, because it made you think about sex."
"Pretty much," I admit, "but I'd better confess, I've been sneaking peeks at you ever since we stopped and you turned around to face me."
Blushing furiously, Vanessa turns to face the windscreen and stares off down the road for a few seconds before saying, "And you didn't tell me because it was making you feel good, just in case, right?"
"Yeah," I confess, "but I'm old enough to know better, and I should have told you."
"But it's an instinct, so you couldn't help it, could you?" she asks, giving me an opportunity to weasel out.
However, honesty makes me say, "Well, it was, but I wasn't at the stage where I'd stopped thinking about it, so I could have stopped at any time. I just didn't want to."
"I'll bet I'd feel even more squirmy if I let you see them on purpose," she says with a sudden mischievous grin.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, Vanessa," I say.
"Why not?" she asks seriously. "Would it make you try to have sex with me?"
"No, I just don't think it's a very good idea," I repeat. "You're a lot younger than I am, and it could get me into a lot of trouble."
"But only if somebody found out, right?" she asks. "Well, I'm not going to tell anybody. I won't even tell Jenny. I bet you'd like it if I showed you my knickers."
"Yes, I would," I admit. "I'd like it a lot. But if you do, it's got to be because you want to do it, not just to please me."
"Here goes," she says, blushing. Locking her eyes challengingly with mine, she lifts her leg back onto the seat and pulls the hem of her skirt above the waistband of her low-cut knickers.
Breaking contact with her eyes, I look down between her legs at her perfect little nylon-encased pussy. The visibly swollen lips are tinted pink by the fabric of her knickers, but even without that covering, they would be glowing faintly pink, as attested by the narrow strip of labial flesh exposed by her movements. Splitting her protuberant mound, a slight indentation of the fabric delineates her slit.
"Oh wow!" she gasps, "It really does make me feel squirmier."
"Me too," I breathe softly, "you have a beautiful pussy."
"But it's just a little crack," she objects.
"Not at the moment," I say, "look."
"Oh wow! It's all swelled up," she cries. "Sort of like Geoff's thing was. Is your thing like that?"
"Yes," I reply, "my penis is just like your brother's was."
"Is that what it's called?" She asks. "The boys at school call it a dick."
"Well, penis is the proper name for it, but it's also called a dick, cock, prick, and a whole lot of other names. Just like your pussy is also called a vagina, or more properly a vulva, because your vagina is actually just the hole that goes up inside you. It's also called a cunt, twat, quim, beaver, and a lot more."
"That's a bad word though, isn't it?" she asks.
"You mean cunt?" I ask in return, and when she nods, I continue, "Most of the time it is, because that's the way people mean it when they say it, but you can also use words like it to make the squirmy feeling better. Personally though, I prefer pussy, because it makes a girl purr when you pet it."
"Would it feel good if you touched my pussy?" she asks, her voice almost inaudible.
"Again, that's probably not a good idea," I say, before admitting, "but yes, it would feel good, and if I did it for long enough, it would feel very good. But I think it would be best if you did it yourself when you get home."
"But you'd like to do it, wouldn't you?" she asks, again putting me on the spot. "And you said, doing it yourself doesn't feel as good."
"Yeah, I'd like to do it, but I shouldn't," I admit. "And this is definitely not the place to do it."
"There's a fire track just up the road," she tells me. "You could drive up there, and we'd be really private."
"Are you sure?" I ask. "This is a pretty special thing, and you need to be really sure before you have sex with someone."
"Would we have to have sex if you touched my pussy?" she asks in surprise.
"Not baby-making sex," I explain, "which is when a boy puts his penis inside a girl's vagina, but there are a lot of other ways to have sex, and touching each other's sex parts is one of them."
"Would I have to touch your penis too?" she asks.
"No, you wouldn't even have to see it if you didn't want to," I reassure her.
"Oh, I want to see it," she tells me, "but I'm not sure that I want to touch it."
"That's all right," I reply, "you don't have to do anything that you don't want to."
"Can we go then?"
"Well, Stanley," I address my joyfully twitching cock, "this is another fine mess you've gotten us into."
"What?" Vanessa asks in confusion.
"Joke, Hon," I reply, while starting the engine. "I was telling my cock off for getting me into trouble."
"How come?"
"Because most people think little girls like you aren't supposed to have sex, especially with a man," I explain. "And they think that men like me who like to show little girls about sex are bad."
"Even when I want you to?" she asks in surprise.
"Even then," I confirm. "They'd say I forced you into it, and you were too young to know what you were asking."
"That's silly," she says. "I really do want you to do it, and you wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to, would you?"
"Never," I reply. "I'd never do anything you or anyone else didn't want me to do. All you ever have to say is stop, and that will be the end of it."
"Well, let's go then," she says impatiently, flapping her skirt to get my attention.
Grinning, I pop the clutch and take off, leaving a rooster tail of road dust and gravel behind us as I head for the fire track half a mile down the road.
Less than five minutes later, I pull up under an enormous ghost gum and kill the engine. For another minute, both of us stare silently through the windscreen, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.
Finally, though, Vanessa breaks the silence, saying, "I've got to ask you, don't I?"
"It'd be better if you tell me exactly what you want me to do," I reply. "I want you to feel like you're in total control the whole time."
Blushing furiously, Vanessa fumbles with her seatbelt, giggling nervously as she fails twice before finally succeeding.Released, she shuffles across the seat until her thigh touches mine. "I want you to do it," she mumbles quietly.
"Do what?" I ask, wanting her to express herself exactly.
"Lift up my skirt and look at my knickers again," she replies almost inaudibly.
"Okay," I say, "tell me when you want me to go further."
Moving slowly so as not to startle her, I turn to face her and reach across to place my right hand on her leg, just above her knee. She shudders slightly at the touch, and I pause, waiting for her jerky nod before continuing.
Caressing her thigh softly, I slowly move my hand upwards until my fingers brush against the hem of her short, pleated skirt. Once more I pause, waiting for a signal to continue, and when I receive it - again a slight nod - I take hold of the soft fabric and carefully lift it upwards until I can tuck it into the waistband. Taking my hand away, I lower it to her knee and tarry to gaze upon her sweet innocent charms.
With her legs pressed together, the tension has been taken out of the fabric of her knickers, and the cloth sags slightly, leaving her hairless little quim visible as only a vague shadowy indentation at the juncture of her thighs.
Waiting for her to become accustomed to my extreme proximity, I let my hand rest where it is, gently rubbing my thumb back and forth over the exquisitely soft skin of her leg. Then as she relaxes, I apply a gentle outward pressure to her leg. She offers no resistance to my touch, allowing me to guide her leg until the edge of the seat prevents further movement, then without any additional urging on my part, she lifts her other leg to rest on top of mine.
"Beautiful," I murmur, as once again the sheer fabric of her knickers is molded to the smooth, soft curves of her delightful young pudendum.
For several seconds nothing more is said as I drink in the enchanting vision. Her quiet, "Touch me," gives me the permission that I have been waiting for. However, rather than moving directly to her vulva the way she seems to expect, as indicated by the slight tensing beneath my hand, I gently rub my hand up and down her leg, approaching the juncture of her thighs a centimeter at a time.
Finally, as the inside of my thumb brushes against the delicate, yielding softness of her nylon-encased pudenda, a strong shudder ripples through her slight frame and a quiet moan escapes her slightly parted lips. Then as I slide my hand away, another moan emerges, and she pushes upwards with her hips, sliding a little toward the edge of the seat.
Encouraged, I press more firmly against the resilient flesh of her precious, pre-teen mound, drawing another murmuring sound of pleasure from her throat. With my hand encircling her upper thigh, I softly trace the elasticized leg band of her skimpy knickers with the ball of my thumb.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she tells me, smiling happily.
I press a little harder, angling my thumb so that the elastic of her leg band begins to ride over the top, and with each pass, move a fractional inch closer to her waiting slit. As I close on her cleft, Vanessa begins to respond to my touch, her hips rocking in gentle counterpoint to the motions of my thumb.
At the base of her cloven mons, my ultimate goal makes itself apparent, her juvenile juices staining the fabric of her knickers in an ever-widening circle. The sweet, delicate aroma of childish arousal fills the air of the car.
Finally, my thumb slips into the soft, warm crease separating her smooth, hairless pussy lips, and my thumb brushes over the extended tip of her sensitive clit. The sudden heightening of sensation causes her to suck in her stomach with a sharply indrawn breath.
Released from the waistband, her skirt slides down over my hand, concealing her sweet charms from my gaze. Uncharacteristically irked, I make a sharp abortive motion to flick it aside with my hand, only to be brought up short by my thumb caught in the front of her knickers.
My sudden motion breaks the spell holding Vanessa, making her giggle, and reach down to take hold of the hem of her skirt, but instead of lifting it back up, she pulls it down hard over my wrist, trapping my hand against her leg.
Afraid that I have scared her, I look up into her face only to be met by a cheeky grin. "I didn't say you could touch *inside* my knickers," she teases me.
Matching her tone, I respond, "Well, I'd better take it out then."
"Don't. You. Dare," she enunciates forcefully.
Although able to move my hand beneath her skirt, I hold it still, saying, "Well, we seem to be at something of an impasse. What next?"
"Hmm," she murmurs with mock thoughtfulness, "my skirt seems to be in the way. Do you think I should do something about it?"
"I guess we could wait until my hand drops off," I reply.
"Nah," she grins, "I think something else should come off instead."
The flatulent rip of parting Velcro rends the air as she lifts her bottom clear of the seat and tosses her skirt over the back of the seat with a flourish. "Ta da!"
Presented with the slightly rounded, eight-inch-wide expanse of clear, pale skin between the low waistband of her knickers and the ragged edge of her hacked-off tank top, it is my turn to express my pleasure with a sharply indrawn breath. My eyes, however, are inexorably drawn lower by the sight of one bare, hairless labium, exposed by my earlier attempt to rid myself of the now-absent skirt.
"Do you like my pussy?" she giggles, half wickedly, half nervously.
"It's a very pretty pussy," I reply, stroking the ball of my thumb over the soft, hairless ridge of flesh.
For a few seconds, she all but purrs at my soft, gentle touch, then without warning, she lightly slaps my wrist. "Stop that!" she giggles, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes?" I ask, pausing with my thumb still touching the soft, flawless skin of her bulging pre-teen mound.
"It felt real good when you were rubbing my pussy," she says, "then when you touched the middle, it felt like an electric shock. How come?"
"Have you ever tried to look inside your crack?" I ask.
"When I was a little kid," she replies, "but Mum told me it was bad and I shouldn't do it."
"Well, just inside your crack, up near the top, there is a little knob of flesh called your clitoris or clit for short. It's full of nerves, and when you get excited, it swells up and sticks out a bit," I explain.
"Show me," she commands.
Lifting my hand from her leg, I use my left hand to pull her knickers to the side, fully exposing her jutting mons to my gaze. For more than a few seconds, I simply stare at her perfect, hairless mound, cleft in twain by a thin vertical slit. Toward the very top, at the apex of her prominent mound, the slit widens slightly, parting to make way for the small, pink nodule of her clit.
Suddenly, I am brought back to earth as, with the impatience of youth, Vanessa verbally prods me, "Well, hurry up and show me."
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I use my thumb and middle finger to part her soft, resilient labia. Again, I pause to take in her sweet charms. Bounded on either side by her partially flattened pussy lips, a glistening coral-pink crease stretches from her stiff little clit down to the rose-pink dimple surrounding the dark, centimeter-diameter entrance to her young vagina.
Placing my index finger within this flushed, rosy groove at the base of her clit, I push upwards, forcing it to stand clear of its protective hood. Indicating the glistening little pearl, I ask, "There, can you see it?"
"Sort of," she replies, straining her neck to see better, "but not very well."
"Damn, I wish I had a mirror," I mutter.
"I've got one in my makeup case," she offers helpfully. Even as she speaks, she twists from beneath my hands and climbs up onto the seat.
Leaning over the back of the seat, she reaches for her bag, which is just out of reach. Not lifting a finger to help, I watch her little bum wriggle delightfully beneath its totally inadequate covering as she pushes herself back until she finally overbalances, her hands on the seat behind me, and the middle of her thighs resting on the back of the seat.
Unable to resist the temptation, I reach back and playfully slap her tight little bottom, once on each cheek. She lets out a sound that is half outraged squeal and half giggle. Trapped as she is, she can do little to stop me, so I repeat my mischievous abuse of her quivering little derriere. Again, she squeaks her indignity and tries to escape by pulling herself the rest of the way into the back seat. However, I'm not yet finished with my delicious little target; restraining her by one ankle, I slide my hand up the back of her leg and over the taut mounds of her buttocks. Gripping the waistband of her knickers, I draw them down to the tops of her thighs and lay a rapid volley of light taps on her wriggling bum, continuing until her giggles become too much for her and she slithers helplessly into the back seat.
Scrambling out of my reach, she jerks her knickers back up over her hips and glares unconvincingly at me for a few seconds before succumbing to another fit of giggles. When she recovers, she informs me in a pouting voice, "You're bad. You touched my botty."
Then, having delivered her accusation, she climbs up onto the seat and points her 'botty' at me as she crouches over her bag. For a few seconds, I stare at it and the pouting split mound beneath it as she rummages through the contents of her bag. Then, as her delving continues beyond the point where she could have emptied her bag several times over, I realize that she is waiting for me to be 'bad' again.
Twisting in my seat, I catch her watching me out of the corner of her eye as I reach toward her upthrust rear end. Cupping my hand for maximum auditory effect, I bring it down with a satisfying ringing crack.
"Ouch!""she squeals unconvincingly and rises up onto her hands and toes as I lift my hand.
I apply another nine noisy but painless blows to her slowly swaying bottom, watching in amazement as the dark patch marking the entrance to her vagina blooms rapidly. Within seconds, the entire area covering the twin ridges of her pouting labia becomes all but transparent, revealing every detail of her young sex in exquisite detail.
The look she throws me when I stop is frankly disappointed. Then when I make no move to resume, she digs into her bag, immediately coming up with a compact.
Standing on the back seat, she keeps her back to me as she throws her leg over the back of the front seat, presenting me with a perfect view of her nylon-clad, pre-teen pudenda, and filling my nostrils with her irresistible scent. Lifting her other foot from the seat, she lies along the back of the front seat, straddling it with her pussy less than a foot from my face.
Prompted by some wicked demon within me, I blow a stream of air onto the saturated scrap of cloth covering her hairless little pussy. Shocked by the sudden chill between her legs, she squeals and tumbles the rest of the way into the front seat, her heel narrowly missing my jaw as she lands half in my lap.
However, my laughter dies before it begins as I see the scared look on her face as she tentatively reaches down to touch herself between her legs. The moment her finger touches the damp fabric, she jerks it back with a look of immense distaste on her face.
Looking at me accusingly, her almost tearful lament, "You made me wet myself," brings the laughter back to my lips.
One look at her face, though, makes me choke it back and hasten to reassure her, "Hey, it's okay. You haven't peed your pants."
"Well, what is it then?" she asks, struggling to sit up.
"You know how I told you about your body getting ready to have sex?" I ask. When she nods, I continue, "Well, part of getting ready is to make some slippery stuff so that it doesn't hurt when a boy's penis goes into your vagina, and so that it slides in and out easily."
"Here," I say, taking hold of her hand and folding three of her fingers into a fist, leaving her index finger extended. "Drag your finger over your belly."
Guiding her hand, I press her finger hard enough against her belly to make her grimace a little as the skin catches and wrinkles. Still holding onto her hand, I push her finger against the fabric covering the entrance to her vagina, grinning at her distasteful expression. "Now try it again," I say, releasing her hand.
She does as I instruct, her eyes widening in surprise as her finger slides almost frictionlessly across her abdomen. "Hey, it's really slippery," she cries, then remembering what I'd said a few moments earlier, she asks, "Does a boy's penis really go inside a girl's vagina? Is that how they have sex?"
"That's right," I reply, "it's called sexual intercourse, or to use naughty words, fucking, screwing or rooting."
Like the little girl she is, she giggles embarrassedly at the rude words, and reminded of a preschool toilet humor joke I'd heard once, I go on, "Poo poo, pee pee, booby booby, bum."
Totally out of proportion to the joke, she doubles up, holding her belly as gales of laughter leave her totally helpless. Then as she begins to recover, I dig my fingers into her side, renewing her giggles and making her squirm in an attempt to protect her vulnerable ribs. A minute later, I desist as she cries out, "Stop or I really am going to pee."
With heaving ribs, she regains her composure, eying me warily as she slowly straightens. Then without warning, she launches herself at me, her hooked fingers reaching for my ribs. Laughing, I let her tickle me for a few seconds, then retaliate in kind, causing her to become wedged between me and the steering wheel.
"Stop, stop!" she gasps.
"And if I don't?" I ask, pausing with my fingers still touching her ribs.
"No, please," she pleads, "I really gotta pee bad."
"Can I watch?" I ask, grinning.
"God no!" she yelps, jerking upright with a rosy flush on her cheeks. Seconds later, the flush deepens, and almost wonderingly, she says, "Oh wow, thinking about you watching me pee is making me feel all squirmy again."
"So can I watch?" I ask.
Avoiding my eyes and blushing furiously, she whispers, "Okay."
Opening the door, she clambers out of the car and waits as I crawl across the seat and follow her. Then, even though there is nobody within sight, she moves behind the trunk of the tree I'd parked under. When I join her a moment later, I pause, struck dumb by the mythical sight that greets me.
Her hair shimmers like spun gold in the dappled sunlight streaming through the canopy above, and the little clothing that she still wears blends almost imperceptibly with her pale skin, leaving her as if naked before my sun-dazzled eyes. This, coupled with her slight frame and elfin features, leaves me with an otherworldly image of a hamadryad caught in the process of merging with her tree.
Suddenly, the spell is broken by her giggling, "You'll catch a fly if you're not careful."
"Huh?" I ask dumbly.
"Shut your mouth, silly," she giggles.
"Oh," I say, shaking my head, "I couldn't help it, you looked like a goddess standing there beside your tree."
"Really?" she squeals, "Did I really?"
"Honey, I wish I'd had a camera," I say softly, "you looked like something out of this world."
"That's naughty," she giggles, "I bet you just want to take pictures of me with hardly any clothes on."
"No clothes'd be better," I whisper, making her blush and giggle nervously.
She seems to think about my words for a few seconds, then, reaching a decision, asks quietly, "Want me to take them all off now?"
"Honey, I'd love it, but only if you want to do it," I reply.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "Thinking about it is making my tummy do real big flip-flops."
Still possessed of a small vestige of modesty, she turns her back to me and, crossing her arms across her chest, draws her top off with a smooth economy of motion that is in its own way more erotic than any ecdysiastic performance. Hanging the scrap of cloth on a broken branch stub, she glances back at me, catching me adjusting my prick into a more comfortable position.
A sudden grin flits across her features, and she puts a sensuous sway into her hips as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her knickers. Pausing for effect, she glances back over her shoulder, then begins to slowly inch first one side, then the other, of her knickers downward. With the top half of her buttocks revealed, and the fabric of her knickers beginning to sag, she turns to face me.
Slipping her fingers around toward the front, she gives me a brief, split-second, flash of her rounded pudendum, before once again turning her back to me. Then, bending forward, she pulls them down to her knees and reaches back to pull her buttocks apart, exposing the pale pink rosette of her anus and, below it, the split-out thrust mound of her swollen, glistening labia.
My cock twitches at the obscene sight presented to me, and she grins a wicked upside-down grin when she sees me adjust it once again. Then I spoil it for her by saying, "I can see what you had for breakfast."
Snorting loudly, she loses her balance and tries to take a step forward, only to be brought up short by the knickers about her knees. Two or three hobbling steps later, she manages to regain her balance and stand, uttering disgustedly, "Eew, gross!" as she wipes her arm across under her nose, then again, "Yuck!" as she surveys the gooey ribbon of snot adorning the back of her forearm.
I can't help laughing at her revolted expression, and the glare I get in return would melt battle steel. Still chuckling, I take my handkerchief from my pocket and offer it to her. "Here."
She rudely snatches at it, first scrubbing under her nose and blowing into it with excessive noisiness, then wipes down the length of her arm before throwing the sodden wad of cotton back at me. Handling it with mock distaste, I shove it back in my pocket and grin at her. "Better?"
"No!" she yells, stamping her foot. However, her knickers are still about her knees, and she stumbles once again, falling against my chest with an involuntary giggle. "Stupid undies."
"Here, let me," I say. Dropping to my knees on the hard clay, I find myself looking down on her pussy from just a few inches above it. A dusting of fine, almost invisible hairs coats her bulging mound and pale, puffy lips, juvenile precursors to the coarser mat of hair that will come with advancing maturity. But for now, her prepubescent genitals lie revealed in all their perfect, unsullied glory.
"Hey, you're supposed to be getting these bloody stupid knickers off," she admonishes.
"Oh, yeah, so I am," I briefly grin up at her, then go back to staring at her outstretched mound. "But it's such a pretty pussy."
I take hold of the sides of her knickers and draw them down to her ankles, holding the leg holes open so that she can pull her sneakers through and step out of them. Now totally naked except for her shoes, she takes a step backwards and assumes a slightly aggressive stance, her hands on hips thrust slightly forward, and her feet about eighteen inches apart.
"You better move," she warns, "I'm gonna do it standing up like a boy."
Wanting to get the best view possible, I shuffle sideways until I am outside the splash zone and drop back onto my heels, putting her sweet little cleft just below my eye level. Grinning up at her, I say, "Okay, fire away, m'laddo."
Giggling, she makes a tunnel of her thumb and fingers, holding them at the top of her mound as if taking aim with, what would be for someone of her size, a monster cock.She pushes her hips a little further forward, and her forehead furrows a little in concentration. Then, a few seconds later, she lets out a little sigh of relief as a small spurt of pale yellow pee squirts from between her puffy pussy lips, just beneath her curled little finger. That first spurt quickly slows to a dribble that splashes into the dust between her toes, then rapidly gains force, emerging in a strong parabolic stream that impacts a good two feet in front of her.
My cock, which had been about three-quarters hard since we had left the car, suddenly springs painfully to full rigidity at the incredible, erotic sight of this ten-year-old enchanted creature peeing for me. Unwilling to miss a single second, I endure the discomfort of my achingly folded member as I watch the golden stream slowly lose strength, until the last dribble splashes once more between her toes, leaving a final shimmering droplet of urine clinging to the right-hand lip of her vulva.
"Your turn," she announces with a glance toward my groin.
"Don't need to," I say as I rise to my feet with a groan.
The disappointed look that passes across her face lets me know what she really wants, even if I hadn't already known. I chuckle, saying, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't anyway."
"Why not?"
"I'd be pissing up my nose if I tried. And why didn't you just ask for what you really wanted?"
Blushing, she remains silent, but her eyes, fixed as they are on the bulge in my trousers, are as eloquent as any words she might utter.
"You want to see my cock, don't you?" I ask her.
"Uh-huh," she nods, her flush extending down her tiny erect nipples.
"Here or do you want to wait until we get back to the car?"
"Back in the car, I guess," she says, lifting her top off its hook, "I gotta wipe up."
Keeping her feet just far enough apart to lend an unnatural roll to her gait, she passes in front of me, which lets me watch the rhythmic clenching of her tight boyish buttocks. Taking a couple of tissues from her bag in the back, she carefully dries her hairless, little mound, then looks around for a place to dispose of the soiled wad.
"Put 'em in the ashtray," I tell her, "I'll get rid of them when I get home."
"Thanks," she says while doing as I'd suggested, then, still naked, slams the back door and waits for me to crawl back into the front before slipping in beside me.
"O.K., big boy," she says in sultry tones spoiled by the giggle that follows, "show me what you got."
Starting at the top, I slowly unbutton my shirt, tugging it out of my waistband to get at the last button. Then, when I fold it back to either side, she giggles, "Wow, you look like a gorilla. Can I touch it?"
"If you like," I reply.
Reaching out with one hand, Vanessa pats at the dense mat of hair covering my chest and abdomen, then combs her fingers through it, her delicate touch sending deliciously icy fingers crawling up my spine. "It's softer than it looks," she says wonderingly. A few seconds later, she withdraws her hand and waits expectantly for me to continue.
The rattle of my belt buckle sounds unnaturally loud in the still silence of the bush. Then, as I reach for the button fastening my trousers, I hear Vanessa's sharp intake of breath. With my fingers on the tab of my zipper, I pause teasingly, then slowly lower it, each rifle-like crack of the parting teeth sounding distinctly in the charged atmosphere.
Finally, the zip is low enough for me to take hold of the waistband of my slacks. Lifting my hips, I push them down to mid-thigh, leaving the outline of my rigid prick clearly visible through the tightly stretched fabric of my jocks.
"Would you like to do the rest?" I ask, looking to Vanessa's eyes.
She responds with a frightened shake of her head, so I ask, "Are you sure about this? We can stop if you want."
"No, I want to see it," she says hurriedly.
"O.K., here goes then." Seizing the last scrap of cloth covering me, I push them down to my trousers and lean back.
Vanessa gazes with rapt fascination at the rigid shaft of flesh rising up from the curly thatch of hair covering my groin to lie against my belly. Surmounting the shaft, the shining purple glans flares out over the wrinkled collar of my foreskin, with a glistening drop of precum beginning to weep from the open slit at the tip.
Several tense seconds pass, then Vanessa breaks the spell by saying, "You *do* have a hairy bum."
The incongruity of her words cracks me up, causing me to laugh uproariously for a considerable amount of time. Vanessa's higher-pitched giggle joins with my laughter as she falls against me. Then, as our mirth turns to gasping pants punctuated by the occasional snort, she suddenly goes stiff in my arms. At the same time, I realize that her hand is resting on my now limp member, pressing it into my leg.
Her hand jerks back as if she had been scalded, and both of us begin to apologize at the same moment, stopping and starting again simultaneously until we once more break out in fits of the giggles. For two or three minutes, we dare not look at each other until Vanessa says, "It wasn't like I thought it'd be."
"And how was that?" I ask.
"Sort of slimy and gross, I guess," she replies, "but it was just sort of warm."
"Well, is your curiosity satisfied?"
"Yeah," she says, "How come it's got small like that?"
"You don't think we blokes walk around like we've got a hunk of salami in our pockets all the time, do you?" I ask with a smile.
"I dunno," she says, "I never seen one properly before, except for babies and my brother's when we was little."
"Well, most of the time, it's small and soft like this," I explain, "it only gets big and hard when I think about sex."
"Can you make it get big and hard?" she asks, "I want to see what it feels like then."
My cock twitches at the thought of my tiny ten-year-old companion's fingers on it.
"Did I do that?" she asks in amazement, her eyes fixed on my slowly expanding member.
"What do you think?" I respond.
"I think that you want me to rub it with my hand like my brother was," she replies.
Another twitch of my cock signals my agreement, and she giggles, "I think that you want to put it here." She slips her hand between her legs and drags her slim fingers over her full labia, stopping with her middle fingertip nestled at the very top of her slit.
Instant hardon. My cock impacts on my lower belly with a meaty slap, causing Vanessa to squeal with surprise. "Oh wow, you want to fuck me," she says, her voice containing a mixture of fear and carnal hunger.
"I don't suppose there's any point in trying to deny that particular charge," I chuckle, then continue more seriously, "But I promise you that if it ever happens, it won't be until you are absolutely sure that you are ready, and it won't be some hurried quickie in the back seat of a car."
"Will you really do it when I want to?" she asks, the fear receding from her voice.
"Only if it's possible for us to do it without causing any trouble," I reply.
"Of course," she agrees in matter-of-fact tones. "How do I keep from having a baby?"
"Well, in your case, you don't have to worry until you after you start having periods," I reply, "Do you know what they are?"
"Yeah," she replies in tones reserved for brussels sprouts and maiden great aunts, "that's when girls start bleeding down there. I think it's gross."
"It's not that bad," I say, "at least you don't have to stuff a bloody great hunk of sponge between your legs like your grandmothers had to do."
"Yecch!"
"Or how about a nice dry cow patty," I continue with a grin.
"No way!" she exclaims, "I don't believe you."
"It's the truth," I say, "some primitive tribes used to use dried animal dung, and they used it instead of nappies too. Look it up if you don't believe me."
"I'm glad I didn't live back then, then," Vanessa says with some relief, adding with morbid curiosity, "What else did they do?"
"Let's see, they chewed up food for babies and old people without any teeth. They made white leather by soaking it in buckets of piddle. To this very day, there are people in Africa who eat nothing but milk mixed with the blood of their cattle. People used to use spices to hide the taste of rotten meat because they didn't have refrigerators."
"How come people talk about the good old days, then?" Vanessa asks.
"Because everybody prefers to remember the good things that happen to them and they forget about the bad," I explain.
She nods thoughtfully for a few seconds, then picks up her compact from where she'd dropped it on the floor. Handing it to me with a broad grin, she says, "I want you to do something *bad* to me now."
"O.K., bad girl," I say, kicking my shoes off and pushing my pants down onto the floor. I lift her across me and lean back into the corner formed by the back of the seat and the door, then pull her back against my chest. "Lean back against me and put your foot up on the seat."
She does as I ask, resting her head in the hollow of my left shoulder. I examine the compact, discovering that the lid easily detaches from the base and that the mirror itself is of the magnifying variety.
Handing the mirror back to Vanessa, I say, "O.K., hold this so you can see between your legs properly, and I'll show you what's what."
"Oh wow!" she exclaims, "I can see everything."
"Well, that was the general idea," I respond dryly.
"Oh yeah," she giggles. Grabbing my hand, she pulls it against her mound, commanding, "Hurry up, I want to feel good again."
"O.K., O.K.," I say, "don't get your knickers in a knot."
"Haven't got any," she giggles, "Hurry up."Insinuating my right arm between her and the seat, I trace her outer labia, saying, "These are your labia majora, which means 'big lips.' They protect the rest of your pussy and help to keep it clean."
Gently prying them apart, I continue, "Okay, inside you should be able to see two little strips of skin." I feel her nod against my chest. "They're your labia minora, or 'little lips,' or if you want to be really crude, your 'piss flaps.'" She giggles at the appellation, causing my fingers to slip deeper into the soft folds of her preteen vulva.
"Ooh," she murmurs with a delightful squirm. "Do that again."
"We'll get to that in a minute, little Miss Impatience," I reply chidingly. "Your little lips do pretty much the same job as the big ones, but do you see the little knob at the top where they join together?"
"Uh-huh," she nods, "that's my clit thingy, isn't it?"
"That's right," I say approvingly. "That's your clit, clitoris, clitty, love button, 'little man in a boat,' plus a few more names besides. Well, your inner lips stop it from chafing between the big ones and making you squirmy all the time."
"'Little man in a boat'?" she inquires.
"Well, don't you think it looks a bit like a canoe?"
"Oh yeah," she giggles. "What's that little hole just underneath him?"
"That's your pee hole," I reply, "and down here at the bottom," I cover her vaginal entrance with the tip of my finger and press gently, "is your vagina."
"Your penis wouldn't fit in there," she says disbelievingly, "it's way too small."
"You'd be surprised just how much it stretches," I reply. "How do you think the baby comes out?"
"It comes out of there?" she asks incredulously. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
"That's right, the baby comes out the same way it goes in," I say. "And yes, it does hurt. Quite a lot sometimes, but these days, doctors can make it so you don't feel it if you don't want to."
"Can you make your finger go in like a penis? I want to feel what it's like," she asks.
"Yes, but not just yet," I reply. "Remember how your finger dragged before? Well, you wouldn't want a Chinese burn in your pussy, would you?"
"No way!" she yelps, her hands snatching at my wrists.
"Don't worry," I chuckle. "You just need to be wet and slippery again."
She relaxes her death grip on my wrists and snuggles back against my chest. "Okay, you can make me feel good now."
Grinning at her matter-of-fact tone, and knowing it won't last, I begin to gently caress her upper thighs, lightly running my fingertips up her legs, stopping within millimeters of her waiting pussy lips, then dragging my fingernails back down to her knees. Almost immediately, tiny shudders begin to course through her body as she gives herself completely over to my touch.
By the third pass up and down her soft legs, I begin to smell the incredible scent of her rising arousal. Teasingly, I add brief, fleeting touches along her swelling labia, each flickering caress drawing a tiny moan from her slightly parted lips. Leaving my right hand to gently frolic over her warming mons, I trail the fingers of the other upwards over her belly, making the soft flesh quake with the new sensations that I am introducing into her responsive young body.
Arriving at my goal, I gently circle each tiny pink nipple once, then gently pinch one of these minute protuberances, receiving a sharp gasp for my troubles as her lithe young body arches with reaction.
Between her tender young thighs, her juices are beginning to flow freely, allowing me to begin a series of long, firm strokes from the base of her mons to the apex. My fingers, cushioned by her plump labia, gently crush her turgid clitoris, bringing a long, shuddering groan from her flushed throat.
Returning to the bottom of her tight little slit, I insinuate a finger between the slick, hairless lips of her pussy, gently probing at the entrance to her vagina. Like the tiny mouth of a suckling baby, it almost seems to draw my finger inwards, enveloping the first joint in a slick little tube of rippling flesh.
"Oh!" She finds voice, uttering a girlish squeak of pleasure as, for the very first time, she feels something penetrate her tiny elfin body. Keeping my finger curled to avoid damaging the fragile membrane of her hymen, I gently finger her tight, gripping sheath.
Each short stroke within her swollen pussy brings another throaty cry to her lips, her head lolling feebly from side to side. "Oh. Oh. Oh. OH!" She expels her breath almost explosively as I strum my thumb over the distended bulb of her clit. Within my arms, she writhes weakly, her entire being caught up in the powerful sensations radiating out from between her legs.
"Oh, something's happening!" she cries weakly. "Oh no, what is it? Oh. Ah. Please. Yes! No! Yes! No! More! Don't stop. Please. Oh God. Yesssss! Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH-AH-AHHHhhhhh...." She gives voice to her orgasm with a long, shuddering, breathy cry.
Caught up in the throes of her climax, she thrashes her head from side to side as her tight, silken sheath rhythmically squeezes the tip of my finger. As her orgasm passes its peak, I slow, then stop my gentle finger-fucking, leaving my finger within her as I gently massage the top of her mound, where it curves back to meet her belly, with my thumb. Lifting my left hand to her forehead, I gently smooth her hair back, soothing her, letting her know that someone is there to hold her as she comes down from the most intense experience she has undergone in her young life.
"Oh boy," she finally breathes, "that was awesome."
"Something else, huh?" I whisper into her hair.
"And then some," she replies. "No wonder Mum doesn't want me to know about it. If I was a little kid, I'd be doing it all the time."
"And now?" I ask with a smile.
"Oh, probably only ten or twenty times a day," she giggles.
"Hedonist," I accuse, giving her clit and right nipple a flick with my thumbs.
She emits a little yelp in response to the impertinent touch, her hand sliding down to cover and protect the more sensitive point of attack. "Hey, you've only got a little bit of your finger in me," she cries in surprise.
"I didn't want to break your cherry," I explain.
"What's that?"
"A little piece of skin that blocks off most of your vagina to help keep it clean when you are young," I say. "It gets torn away the first time something is put deep into your vagina."
"Does it hurt?" she asks a little fearfully.
"That's difficult to say," I reply. "Some girls hardly feel it when it goes, others find it pretty bad, and some never notice it at all. A lot of it's got to do with how ready you are. If you're all dry and scared, it'll almost certainly hurt like hell. On the other hand, if you're really juicy and just about to pop off like you did a couple of minutes ago, you shouldn't have any trouble."
"My advice is to wait until you have plenty of time alone, and break it with the handle of a hairbrush or something similar while you're masturbating."
"What's that?"
"Playing with your pussy, so that you have an orgasm," I explain.
"Wha-"
"That really good feeling you got at the end," I interrupt the inevitable inquiry.
"A boy can do it with his penis, can't he?" she asks.
"Some girls like to do it that way," I reply. "To them, it's a symbol of becoming a woman. But if their lover isn't caring and gentle, it can turn what should be a beautiful experience into something filled with nothing but blood, pain, and disappointment."
"Does it bleed much?"
"There's always some blood, so you should be ready for it and not get it all over the sheets," I reply. "At least if you want to avoid any awkward questions from your mother."
"Yeah, that would be sort of hard to explain," she giggles. Then, with one of the mercurial changes of tack common to youth, she asks, "Do boys get that orgasm thingy too? Is that when the pus stuff comes out?"
"Yeah, boys get to feel good too," I chuckle. "But what you saw is not pus. It's nothing at all like it. What you saw come out of your brother's penis is called semen, and it has millions of tiny little cells in it called sperm. When one of them joins up with an egg cell inside a woman, it becomes what grows into a baby."
"And I start making eggs after I have my periods, right?" Vanessa asks.
"Exactly, your periods happen when your body is discarding the old lining of your womb, which is where the baby grows in your tummy. Every four weeks or so, a fresh lining grows inside it, and if your egg isn't fertilized, it gets rid of the old lining and starts making a new one."
"Can I look at your penis now?" she asks, having disposed of the subject of conception to her satisfaction.
"I don't see why not," I reply.
"I do," she giggles. "You gotta take your finger out. Hang on a sec, I wanna see what it looks like." She scrabbles around beneath herself for a second, looking for the mirror.
When she finds it, she angles it so that she can peer between her legs. After a few seconds of silent scrutiny, she asks, "Are you sure it stretches enough for a penis? It looks pretty full."
"Yep," I reply, "you just have to take it slow and gentle. My penis fits in my seven-year-old niece's pussy just fine. She loves it so much that her mum just about has to drag her off my lap when it's time to go home."
"Her mum knows about it?" Vanessa asks incredulously, twisting about to look into my face for any sign of duplicity. "Doesn't she get mad?"
"It's a special case," I grin. "My big sister's been fucking me since I was six and she was twelve, so when Christine caught us a couple of years ago, we let her join in the fun."
"Wow, you've been fucking her since she was five."
"Not quite," I reply. "That didn't happen till her sixth birthday. Before that, we just did things to help her get ready."You fucked your sister," she muses, and I can almost hear the wheels clicking in her head, "That means I could do it with my brother."
"Yes, you could. It gives you a convenient partner who nobody would suspect, so long as you both were careful. And you do have to be careful that nobody finds out, because people think brothers and sisters having sex together is almost as bad as children and grownups doing it."
"How come?"
"Because there's an increased risk that any baby they might have will be deformed. It's not a very great risk to start with, but if it goes on for a couple of generations, it does become very real. These days, however, the availability of safe and effective birth control makes it possible to have sex for fun without the risk of having a baby."
"Well, I don't have to worry about that yet," she says complacently.
Without warning, she suddenly reaches between us and secures a firm grip on my half-hard, but now rapidly growing member, saying, "Besides, he only gets to fuck me after you do, so I can tell him how to do it properly."
Her words finish the process that her touch began, leaving her with a fistful of throbbing, rock-solid prick. "You could have a long wait," I warn, "We won't get many chances to be alone together. Besides, you might meet a real spunk in the meantime."
"No way," she avows, "I know you'll do it right."
"I'd certainly do my best," I reply softly, "just don't cut yourself off from other options."
"Well, all right," she says, sounding unconvinced, "Now show me what to do to make you feel good."
"Well, to start with," I reply, "I'd like you to sit so I can look at your pussy."
"O.K.," she says, "but you can't touch it, 'cause I don't want to be distracted."
Assuming the posture that had gotten the whole situation under way in the first place - one leg drawn up onto the seat, the other on the floor - she shifts her grip to her right hand. "O.K. What next?"
Closing my hand over hers, I begin a slow up-and-down motion, saying, "Start off slowly like this. Relax your hand a little as you go down, and squeeze as you pull up. That's it, just like that."
Concentrating intently on her task, she quickly picks up on my instructions, the fingers of her small fist not quite able to meet as she rolls the foreskin back and forth over the shining crown of my prick. Within a very few strokes, as delightful shivers begin to course through my system, a dewy bead of precum begins to ooze from the tip.
"See that drop of moisture?" I say a little unsteadily, "It helps make things slippery like the juices your pussy makes. Use your thumb to smear it over my knob, especially that wrinkled bit. Oh, fuck, yes!" I gasp as her thumb makes contact with my frenulum.
A grin begins to spread across her features as she starts to realize the sort of power that she has over me. Leaning close to observe, she falls into a steady rhythm: Down, squeeze, pull, swipe with her thumb from the tiny slit in the end of my cock, down over the frenulum as she begins the next downstroke.
After half a minute or so, she looks up at me and says, "I'm running out of the slippery stuff," as the supply of precum begins to dry up.
"Dribble some spit on it," I gasp, leaning back with my eyes closed, "And start to go a little faster."
"Oh, fuck!" I cry, a few seconds later. Adlibbing on my instructions, she drools her spit into her left hand and cups it over the bloated knob of my prick. She begins to repeatedly squeeze my glans as if playing with a bar of soft soap, while she continues to pump on the shaft of my prick with the other hand.
Half a minute later, her right hand ceases pumping and instead scrubs the head of my cock in a tight circle in the palm of her left hand. "Oh, shit!" I yelp.
Seconds later, the meaning of the squelching sound that had been tickling at the edge of my consciousness becomes apparent. A veritable torrent of saliva cascades over my prick, and she works her hands, one after the other, down the length of my prick. For all the world, it feels almost as if I were entering a vagina, over and over again.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck, that's good!" I cry, as the cum begins to boil up from my balls. "Rub it fast!" I cry, fumbling to close my hand over hers and guide it in a simple up-and-down motion, "I'm gonna cum."
Pushing my hand aside, she closes both fists around my shaft just behind the head, milking my prick as the first scalding blast of cum sears a path through my prick to erupt in a fountaining geyser of sperm.
"Oh!" I hear her half-disgusted cry of surprise through the orgasmic pounding in my ears.
Opening my eyes, I see that in her eagerness, she'd placed herself in the line of fire. A thick, gooey ribbon of jism runs from just below her right eye, across the bridge of her nose and left cheek to her ear.
"Keep going," I beg, as her hand begins to falter, the second burning gout of cum falling with a wet splat on the back of her hand and my thigh. "Don't stop, please."
Her grip tightens on my prick, and she resumes pumping her fist up and down. Then, as she discovers how slippery my cum is, she brings her left hand back to my prick, smearing the viscous white paste over the head, squeezing and swirling her fist in a way that makes me let out a howl of pure pleasure. "OH, FUCK, YES!"
Some unknowable time later, the mild chill of the jism cooling in my lap brings me back to earth. In front of me, Vanessa plays with the gooey film of cum coating her hands, a mixture of fascination and distaste on her sperm-beribboned face.
Seeing that I'm looking at her, she pulls a face and declares, "That was gross."
"Well, you were the one who got in the way," I chuckle, "Besides, I think you look pretty sexy with my cum all over your face."
"It's still gross," she giggles.
"Sexy, gross," I do my best Yiddish accent, "It's got to go, your mother'd have kittens if she saw you now."
"Kittens, shmittens," Vanessa throws back, "She'd have a whole bloody zoo. Can you get my tissues?" she asks, holding her sticky hands up by way of explanation.
While I work on getting enough of the sticky cum out of my body hair to dress, Vanessa scrubs her hands clean, following my example of tossing the damp tissues on the floor. Then, as I'm working on a particularly matted section, Vanessa remarks, "You're right, it is pretty sexy."
I look up to see her scrutinizing her face in the little hand mirror, tilting it from side to side to observe the full extent of her inadvertent facial. Feeling my eyes on her, she looks up, "You can do it all on me next time if you like."
The thought sends a certain thrill through my groin, but the flesh is weak, and apart from a slight stirring, my prick remains quiescent. Which, as it turns out, is for the best. As I reach into the back for Vanessa's clothes, I catch sight of my watch.
"Shit, it's a quarter to five, we've got to get a move on," I yelp, tossing her knickers at her, while scrabbling after her top and skirt. Turning back with them in hand, I find that she has made no move to put them on, instead, she is twirling them on a finger.
"Wanna souvenir?"
"God, yes," I breathe, thinking of future masturbatory delights, "but how are you going to explain coming home with no knickers to your mum?"
"No problem," she says, throwing them to me, "I got the ones Jenny was wearing in my bag."
"Thanks," I say, lifting them to my nose, "they'll help me have a really good wank tonight."
"Yuck!" she cries, "They're stinky."
"Mmmm, stinky, sexy little girl," I say, taking a deep breath of her incredible scent. "Speaking of stinky little girls," I go on, "you're still leaking."
Giving her no time to object, I wipe the scrap of cloth in my hand through her crotch, soaking up the residue of her earlier orgasm.
"Eew, gross!" she giggles, while lying back to present me with an even more obscene spread.
I take one last swipe from the base of her cleft to the top, then lightly slap her rounded, upthrust mound, "Enough, we've got to get you home now."
Pouting, she starts to scramble into her clothes, while I struggle to pull my pants back on. As I'm buttoning my shirt, I have to work with the distraction of her fragrant little pussy mere inches from my nose as she delves into the back for her knickers. Unable to resist, I turn and plant a quick kiss on the pouting lips, caught between her thighs.
"Eew, gross," she cries, slithering back into the front seat, fortunately with the knickers in hand. "How could you do that?"
"You'd be surprised what I could do if we had the time," I return with an unabashed grin, and lick my lips. "You're pretty tasty, stinky girl."
"You're gross," she accuses me.
"You bet," I grin, "Put your seatbelt on. Oh, and those too," I point at the knickers still in her hand.
"How?" she asks, "Or am I supposed to drive?"
As I shuffle across the seat, and she crawls over my lap, I take the opportunity to flip up the back of her skirt and deliver one final penny whack to her cute little behind.
"What's a hedonist?" she asks out of the blue, as she clicks her seatbelt into place.
"Someone who lives for pleasure," I explain, "so much so that they go out of their way to look for it."
Following her directions, we quickly cover the final kilometer to her house. As I pull up in front of her house and turn to say goodbye, she gives me a wicked grin, and demonstrates quite comprehensively that she is still not wearing her knickers. Flipping up the front of her skirt, she holds it against her belly with her arms, and pulls her pussy wide open. With the light of the setting sun streaming in through my window to illuminate it, I can see all the way up to the delicate membrane of her hymen glistening with the juices of her continued arousal."Look at me, I'm a hedonist," she giggles, her finger twirling around the stiff little bulb of her clit.
"And an exhibitionist too," I growl. "Now get, stinky girl, before I grab you and we end up rooting on the front lawn like a couple of dogs."
"Sounds like fun," she giggles. "We'll have to try that sometime."
"Get!" I growl, taking her bag from the back seat and holding it out to her.
With a final giggle, she pushes her skirt back over her lap and takes it from me. "Here, keep these too," she says, stuffing a pale blue scrap of nylon into my hand. "And you can smell Jenny too."
Taking care to keep herself covered, she slides out of the car, and with a backward wave goodbye, she scampers up to the front door of her house.
Though I know I should be going, I wait to see her through the front door, receiving one final treat as she drops her bag on the porch. With a quick glance around to be sure that the coast is clear, she points her rear at me and bends with straight legs to retrieve her keys from her bag, revealing the bottom half of her tiny pussy to my frightened gaze.
As she straightens, she gives me a final wave, and I, with my heart in my throat, return it weakly. However, as I look around as I pull out, I realize that my fears had been groundless, with nothing but the gap between two houses opposite her front porch, and shrubs to either side, there was no one but myself to see her little exhibition.
One final heart palpitation remains, though, as I continue down the street a car turns a corner behind me and pulls into her drive. We'd beaten her parents home by less than five minutes. | null | Chapter 2 | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Babysitter - Jenny ch02.txt |
2,219 | Clayton | Babysitting - Jenny | "You were right," Jenny says apologetically when I arrive for dinner on Saturday night, "Mr. Sampson saw you drop me off and he asked me all these questions about you."
"What's this?" Dianne asks, coming up behind her daughter. "Come in, Greg."
"I said something to Vanessa that made her get the wrong idea, and Mr. Sampson saw Greg tell me off," Jenny admits with a red face.
"Oh, Jenny!" her mother exclaims, "What happened?"
"Well, first he wanted to know who Greg was, so I told him Greg was my tutor, and he was looking after me because Jeremy broke his wrist and you had to stay in the hospital with him."
"Did he ask why Greg told you off?"
"I told him the truth, just not all of it," Jenny says. "I said, 'I said something silly to Vanessa and got told off for it.'"
"Anything else?"
"Well, I think he was trying to find out if Greg was doing stuff to me, because he asked if Greg touched me, so I acted a little dumb and said, 'Yeah, when he does my hair,' and then I waved it around and asked if he liked it."
"Well, it must have worked, since I haven't had any phone calls," Dianne says. "Just be more careful in the future. You could have gotten Greg into a lot of trouble."
"As for you and that hairdo," she says severely, softening her tone with a smile, "Don't you think it was a bit much for school?"
"Well, maybe a little," I admit. "I'll bet it was a hit though."
"I believe *green* was the color of the day," Dianne chuckles.
"Yeah," Jenny giggles, "even the girls in grade six were jealous. Some of them even wanted to know where you lived."
"I hope you didn't tell them," I say. "That'd be all I need, a whole bunch of ten and eleven-year-olds trooping through my door. It'd really give your Mr. Sampson something to wonder about."
"Of course I didn't tell them," she says, and grabs my arm possessively. "You belong to me, and I ain't sharing you with anyone, except maybe Vanessa sometimes."
"Why me, oh Lord? Why me?" I ask of the heavens. Then with a grin into Jenny's soulfully, gooey eyes, I suddenly pull my arm hard against my side, trapping her hands. "Then again, it does give me somebody to tickle."
Shrieking wildly, Jenny struggles to pull away as I make brief darting stabs towards her armpits and lower ribs. Waiting until she is close to the floor, I suddenly release her, and with a shriek that outdoes anything that had come before, she falls the final six inches to land with a soft thud on the carpet.
"I think he needs a bit more training, Jenny," Dianne observes with a chuckle. "He's still a bit unruly."
"I like him like that," Jenny giggles with a look towards me, "I never know what he's going to do next."
Fortunately for my peace of mind, Dianne misses the existence of the hidden double meaning, simply saying with a grin, "Yes, it does keep you on your toes."
"Not this time," I say with a nod to indicate Jenny's inelegant sprawl.
Giggling, but eyeing me suspiciously, Jenny resumes her seat beside me on the couch, though this time she maintains a wary distance, much to her mother's amusement.
Noticing the continued absence of the male members of the household, I ask, "Where are Tony and Jeremy?"
"Tony's still at his conference, and I took Jeremy to my mother's since he's already managed to ruin one cast by taking the plastic bag off it in the spa."
"So it's just you and two beeyootiful ladies tonight," Jenny giggles.
"What?" I ask, looking about in feigned surprise, "I only see one *lady* here."
"Maybe just a little more training is needed here," Jenny says mock severely. "You never tell a lady she's not a lady, especially when she's not."
"I'm glad you admit it," I say with an absent pat on her head. "You should have told me, Dianne. Any night would have been fine by me."
"What, don't you trust me?" Dianne chuckles, ganging up against me with her now glaring daughter.
"Two?" I ask, looking helplessly upwards.
"Don't worry, I'll be *good*," Dianne says with a full-blown giggle. "You're right, Jenny, teasing him *is* fun."
"Nooooo!" I wail, burying my face in my hands.
"We're going to have lots of fun tonight," Jenny joins in, patting me gently on the back, "aren't we, Mummy?"
Fortunately, I'm saved by the bell, literally, as a timer goes off in the kitchen. "Excuse me, I have to put the veggies on," Dianne says, rising from her seat. "Jenny, why don't you show Greg where he can put his bag and wash up?"
Jenny leads me to a downstairs bathroom, bumping me to one side to make a place for herself at the sink. Continuing the bumps in time with her words, she teases me, "Greg and Mummy sitting in the tree, K I S S I N G."
A few seconds' thought allows me to counter with, "Greg with Jenny lying in his lap, B E A T I N G."
"First comes love, and then comes marriage, now here they come with a baby carriage."
"Hmm," I muse, "Here's my hand, there's your seat. Why is Jenny eating on her feet?"
"O.K. I'll let you win," she giggles, "This time."
"Want to tease your mother with it?" I ask.
"Oooh yeah!" she squeals.
We repeat our lines to make sure that we get them right, and with a minor change on my part to improve the meter, we prepare to make our entrance.
"So, Greg, are you ready to play some more?" Dianne asks archly, as we return to the lounge. Well, you couldn't ask for a better opening than that.
"Greg and Mummy sitting in the tree, K I S S I N G." Dianne gives her daughter a piercing look, then smiles, as she realizes that this is a put-up job.
"Greg with Jenny lying 'cross his lap, B E A T I N G."
She giggles.
"First comes love, and then comes marriage, now here they come with a baby carriage." Dianne's smile is directed at me as she waits for my response.
"Here is my hand, there is your seat. Why is Jenny eating on her feet?"
"I like it," she giggles. "And I think I can safely take it that she tried to do a bit of unauthorized teasing." To her daughter, she says mock severely, "Jenny, when will you learn? Never try to take them on alone if you can avoid it. Sometime they prove smart enough to manage an *occasional* victory. If you gang up on them, they can never win."
"Sorry, Mummy," Jenny says contritely.
"Well, there's no real harm done, and we've still got the rest of the evening to show him his proper place," Dianne says with a grin towards me. "Men do have a few minor uses though. How are you at carving, Greg?"
"A bit ragged, but I get the job done," I reply.
"Good, because I'm terrible.""It's about the only thing that I trust Tony to do in the kitchen," she admits. "Jenny, you can come and set the table."
"Jenny tells me you've got a nice little table," Dianne says offhandedly a few minutes later as we sit down to eat.
"Well, it keeps the food off the floor," I reply in the same manner while trying to cut a piece of perfectly cooked crackling.
"Use your fingers," Dianne tells me, suiting her own actions to her words, and crunching off a piece. After crunching for several seconds, she swallows and continues, "She tells me you got quite a bargain."
"Fair," I say with a side-to-side flutter of my hand.
"I think I'd call a thousand to one decidedly unfair, especially if I was the person that sold it to you," she chuckles.
"Well, it did end up costing me quite a bit more than that in the end," I say. "Though right from the beginning, I knew that there was something good underneath all that paint, but even when I got it back to bare timber, I still had no idea of just how good. All I knew was that it deserved something better than a coat of varnish.
"I was still thinking in terms of three or four thousand at the time, and since I was trying to save for a new computer, I thought I could hurry things along by using that money to restore the table and chairs and then sell them. So I found a French polisher and got him to come and take a look. He was the one who told me what I'd found."
"So if you wanted a new computer, why did you end up hanging on to it?" Dianne asks curiously.
"Well, I didn't need that good a computer, and if I'd sold it, I would have wasted the money. This way, it's always there if ever I do need that sort of money, and it's not like I'd be tempted to chop off a leg when I need a quick couple of hundred."
"I hope you've got it insured."
"I might be male, but I'm not stupid," I chuckle.
The conversation turns to my games club and how much Jenny had enjoyed Wednesday evening, while we finish our meal, but as I'd expected, there was no way that her mother was going to accept her staying out that late. Desert turns out to be a home-baked cherry pie served with ice cream. The moment she has scraped the last of the ice cream from her bowl, Jenny bounces up and heads for her room to get changed, leaving Dianne and me to finish at a slightly more leisurely pace.
A thud at the bottom of the stairs announces her return via the forbidden route of the banister. The towel in her hand explaining her un-scorched backside. Assuming a comically exaggerated pose in the doorway, she asks silently for my opinion.
While still acceptable in polite society, her fluorescent green bikini is beginning to show signs of becoming too small. On top, there is nothing amiss, but the straps of the bottom cut into her hips slightly, and the outline of her mound is clearly visible. A narrow quarter-inch strip of untanned skin, running around the curve of her behind, indicates that it has filled out a little since the last time she has worn the suit in the sun.
Dianne too notices the changes, commenting, "I think it's about time you got a new suit, young lady."
"Can I have one like yours?" Jenny asks eagerly.
"I was thinking of something more along the lines of those new neck-to-knee outfits," Dianne teases, "We don't want you getting skin cancer."
"Well, it would certainly stop that happening," Jenny giggles, "I wouldn't be caught dead outside in one of those things."
"Sounds like just the thing," I chuckle, "It would certainly make showing off a little difficult."
"Indubitably."
"Hey!" Jenny protests, "We're supposed to be picking on *him*."
"That comes later, dear," Dianne says as if I'm not in the room, "I'm lulling him into a false sense of security right now."
"Oh, that's all right then," Jenny giggles. "Are you coming now?"
"Oh, all right," Dianne chuckles, "But you can wait for Greg and show him where to go."
As Dianne heads up the stairs, Jenny dogs my heels, forcing me to pointedly close the bathroom door in her giggling face. Figuring that Jenny was going to give me as hard a time as she thought she could get away with in front of her mother, and probably more besides, I'd packed board shorts to go over my usual Speedos. Her slightly disappointed look at my nearly knee-length pants when I emerge confirms my guess.
As she turns her back and leads the way out onto a rear deck, I notice that the strips of untanned skin on either side of her too-tight bathing suit have widened to nearly half an inch. And by the time we actually reach the deck, that milestone has been reached and surpassed.
Jenny too notices the uncomfortable packing of her butt crack and with a backwards glance, and a naughty giggle, she finishes the job by drawing the back of her suit up into a wedgie. "Ah-ha, a target!" I cry while advancing menacingly.
Shrieking, but doing nothing to cover herself, she skips out of my reach and plunges into the fizzing waters of the eight-foot diameter cedar hot tub set into the deck. Following at a more sedate pace, I take in the matching cedar lodge nearby, before stepping down into the warm waters just as Jenny sets the blower going.
As I lower myself into the seat, I continue my look around the trellised and vine-covered pergola. About half the area of my entire house, there is ample room for the half dozen lounges and outdoor dining setting that occupy the central area of the deck. In one corner, a fenced-off play area is obviously set up for Jeremy. Except for a small area closest to the steps leading out into the rear garden, the entire deck is completely private, screened from the outside by the vine-covered trellis.
A sudden splash of water in my face reminds me that there is an unchastised child occupying the water with me. Giving her no time to dodge, I duck beneath the surface and with a sweep of my arm, find and grasp a slim leg, just below the knee, and with a quick jerk, pull her under.
A giggling fury erupts from the water moments after I rise, and even before I can shake the water from my eyes, she leaps on me and wraps her arms and legs around me. Throwing herself repeatedly backwards, she strives to pull me under. I allow her several futile attempts, then timing my move carefully, I jab a pair of fingers into her sides, just below her ribs. Her look of sudden horror is priceless to behold as she turns almost a complete somersault while flying backwards into the water.
A few seconds later, a small fist, thankfully slowed by the water, thumps me in the stomach.
"I thought I told you to wait until we could gang up on him," Dianne laughs from the doorway as Jenny's wrathful features emerge from the water.
"What a little bitty thing like you?" I chuckle, holding Jenny off by the simple expedient of placing a palm on her forehead.
"You'll pay," I'm told ominously as she sets down a crystal decanter of aqua vitae, a bucket of ice, and two tumblers.
"Oh, I hope so," I say, suddenly taking my hand away from Jenny's forehead and adding an optimistic, "Whips *and* chains?" once the water closes over her head.
"You're as bad as she is," Dianne chuckles as she shucks her robe.
"Worse," I grin, "I've had more practice."Then, having reduced Jenny to an impotently quivering and gasping condition, Dianne calmly takes a seat and prepares drinks for herself and me. "Leave that," she tells me, "and come and get a drink."
Towing Jenny to where she can grasp the lip of the tub for support, I take my drink from Dianne and take a seat far enough around the tub that I don't have to crane my neck to talk to her. As Dianne and I talk, Jenny glowers at us from the far side of the tub and, in all probability, plots her revenge.
A few minutes later, she surprises me by fitting herself into my lap with a smile that bears not a single hint of mischief. Leaning back against my chest, she pulls my arm across her stomach and settles my hand on her hip.
"Jenny!" Dianne scolds as a matter of form, though it is obvious that she doesn't really mind too much.
"Well, his lap's softer than that stupid brick," Jenny says, and then her naughtiness comes to the fore as she wriggles and adds, "Mostly."
"Jenny!" This time Dianne's censure is sincere. However, it has no effect on Jenny, who continues to twist her backside back and forth in my lap. The look Dianne turns on me is tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and worry. "It's not, is it?" she asks.
"No," I reply a trifle tightly. Taking hold of the naughtily giggling ten-year-old around the waist, I deposit her on the seat beside me, a process which leaves her submerged to just below the hairline. Adding tightly, as I briefly hold her there, "But I couldn't answer for the consequences if she'd kept that up much longer."
Sputtering, Jenny pops up and, still giggling naughtily, retreats to her brick on the far side of the tub.
"I wouldn't expect you to," Dianne reassures me. To Jenny, she says, "Pull a stunt like that again, and you won't have to worry about how hard that brick is, because your mattress will be plenty soft enough for the rest of the evening."
"Sorry," Jenny says, not really sounding it. "But it was funny, and I got you both."
"Okay, I'll admit it was funny," Dianne chuckles. Then adds severely, "Once. The next time will cost you a night in your room."
"Can I come back now?" Jenny asks, "I promise I'll be good."
"Define 'good,'" I say, learning to anticipate her facility with words.
"Spoilsport," she giggles, "I won't be naughty."
"Fair enough," I say, "Now ask your mother's permission to sit in a strange man's lap."
"Very strange," Dianne chuckles, not waiting for her daughter to speak. "Go ahead, Jenny," she gives her permission, "just keep still, men can't help reacting if you don't."
Smiling triumphantly, Jenny returns to my lap, and with admirable restraint, limits herself to a single squirm before leaning back and pulling my hand into place above her hip.
"How come you can't help it?" Jenny asks me, stretching her definition of 'good' to the breaking point, as evidenced by her slightly wicked smile.
"Ah," I say to Dianne, "Do you want to field that?"
"No, go ahead," she chuckles, "So far I've only heard about your explanations second-hand, I want to hear one for myself."
"Uh, thanks. I don't think," I mutter.
"Well, since your mother has decided to drop me in it," I say to Jenny, who giggles in response. (Damn, that's almost as bad as her squirming.) "Let's see what I can do. Okay, I've already told you how dangerous certain types of men can be, and what they can do to you, but I haven't really said much about the reasons that this is so.
"There are two major reasons, one biological and the other social. Now, the biological part, which you very nearly demonstrated a couple of minutes ago, <giggle> is that all creatures have a very strong mating urge. With most creatures, the urge is triggered by certain scents that a female excretes when she is ready to have a baby. Now, scientists think that the sense of smell is actually the oldest sense there is, and the nose is certainly connected to one of the most primitive parts of the brain."
"But wouldn't touch be the oldest?" Jenny asks curiously.
"No, it's not, because we smell by sensing different chemicals in the environment around us, and every single creature there is can do it. Even bacteria, which are like the first creatures that ever existed, will move away from a poison like lactic acid and towards food like sugar."
"But we *taste* sugar," Jenny objects.
"Ah-ha," I say, "that's because smell and taste are in a lot of ways like two sides of the same sense, and not two different senses at all. I'm sure that you've noticed that things taste different if you have a blocked nose, and that there are some smells that are so strong that you feel like you can taste them."
"Yeah, Dad's farts," Jenny giggles.
"Jenny!" Dianne says resignedly. To me, she says, "This seems to be getting a little off track."
"That happens," I chuckle, "But unfortunately never far enough yet. Jenny always puts me back on track eventually."
"So where were we?" I ask myself, going on, "Now, since smell is connected to the most primitive part of the brain, when a male smells that a female is ready to mate, he is forced to do almost anything he can to mate with her. In fact, a number of primitive creatures don't even care if they die, so long as the job gets done first.
"As we go from the lowest to the higher creatures, other senses become more involved in the mating process. Sound comes next, but usually it's just the male telling the female where he is and vice versa. Then there's sight, where one creature, usually the male, tries to put on an impressive display to show how healthy he is and what healthy offspring they would have together. Peacocks are a prime example there.
"However, all these higher senses do is help one creature, usually the female, decide which one of those proudly strutting cocks, <giggle> -Gutter brain- flashing his tail, <another giggle> would be the best mate. Underneath it all, there is still this incredibly powerful smell which is saying 'time to mate, time to mate,' and all those silly males can do is strut around looking good until he gets chosen or that smell goes away.
"Even when one male fights off all the other males in the area so he can keep all the females for himself, like horses and deer do, the other males are still there, hovering around the edges. They're sniffing the air and sorting like crazy, just waiting for a chance that they might get lucky."
"Okay, that takes care of just about every creature in existence except the primates: that's monkeys, apes, and of course us humans."
"I already knew that," she interrupts.
"However," I go on, "since primates have hands with thumbs that take quite a lot of brain power to use effectively, and also have quite a delicate sense of touch, something had to give, and what gave was smell. All of us monkey creatures have a very poor sense of smell."
"But I can smell things okay," Jenny says.
"Not compared to a dog," I say. "If your sense of smell was as sensitive as a dog's, opening the toilet door after your father had been in there, (to use your own example) <giggle> would be like stepping out in front of a Mack truck doing a hundred kilometres an hour." Even Dianne has to giggle at this.
"Actually, it wouldn't really be like that, because having a sensitive sense of smell means that a creature is able to detect incredibly tiny amounts of a particular chemical, but once it reaches a certain level, it doesn't matter how much more you add after that. But you should still see what I'm getting at."
"Yeah."
"And dogs are nothing compared to moths. Some of them are able to smell a female from miles away. If it was you looking for something, it would be like being able to look and instantly see one tiny grain of sand somewhere in the middle of a football field."
"Really?" she asks incredulously.
"Really," I nod. "Anyway, since primates can't smell very well, they have to rely on their other senses, primarily sight, to know when a female is ready. And it is the male who has to see that the female is ready. Now, with all of the primates except humans, mating still only occurs when a female is ready, which is usually signaled by her bottom and the area around her sex organs swelling up and turning a bright color."
"But what's this got to do with me rubbing against you?" Jenny asks.
"We're getting there," I reassure her, "But I want to make sure we cover everything. So finally, we come to those most troublesome creatures called humans, of which you are a prime example," I say, causing Dianne to laugh and Jenny to look pleased after a brief second of indignation.
"Humans can mate at any time that it pleases them, and it pleases them a lot. <giggle> (We'll get to that part in a minute, gutter brain.) And they're pretty smart too, so with them, the visual signals can be just about anything at all. Like flashing your knickers, <giggle> or very carefully *not* flashing them. <louder giggle> It can even be something like whether you wear an ankle bracelet on the left or the right.
"However, because in our society, sex is considered naughty, our sexual signals tend to be considered naughty too. A hundred years ago, seeing a woman's ankles was enough to make a man's heart thump. Today, a girl can walk down the street with her bum hanging out of her shorts, and most men just look and say, 'Hmm, not bad,' and go on their way.
"For men, and boys, it's that hint of the forbidden which gets them going. Which is why your mother can walk around on the beach with that bathing suit on and not have a problem. However, if she was to wear a sports bra and a pair of undies that covered her belly button, and in total covered about six times as much as her bikini, every single eye would be looking at her. All because undies aren't supposed to be seen.""Once something becomes common, it loses its power to excite a response, which is why every man on a nudist beach doesn't spend the whole time he's there in the ready position. <giggle> It's not like that because it's something that is commonplace and, in that particular location at least, not forbidden. In fact, that's how you tell the new bloke on the beach - he's the one carrying around the two cups of coffee and half a dozen donuts."
"Greg! That's terrible," Dianne cries, while laughing helplessly, and Jenny has to be rescued, coughing and spluttering, from the bottom of the tub when she slips from beneath my loosely encircling arm.
"I can't help it if you two have gutter minds," I chuckle. "I can carry two coffee cups in one hand, and I can even manage a bag of donuts in the other, despite the fact that I'm a mere male."
"Jenny," Dianne says soberly, but with a twinkle in her eye, "you have just witnessed a male defeat two females at once. This man is dangerous, and it is quite possible that he should not be allowed to live."
"Let's see how good he is at back rubs first," Jenny giggles. "We can always kill him later."
"I think that means it's time to adjourn to the sauna, but you can finish your explanation in there because I'm starting to become curious about exactly how touching fits into this," Dianne says.
Once we are in the dimly lit, steamy heat of the sauna, I go on. "We're nearly up to touch, but first I'd like to go back to what we talked about a couple of weeks ago, since Jenny might begin wondering about why we made a big song and dance about it, when men can ignore what happens around them, or even look and be excited but choose not to do anything about it.
"This is true, and it's true because our primary sexual signaling sense, sight, is processed by a fairly advanced part of our brain, and a lot of it gets filtered through the parts we think with too. Hence, we can learn to ignore, or at least reclassify the things we see, and even when we don't, we can choose to allow it to affect us without responding. But there's the rub - it is also possible to *choose* to react, and there are enough men out there like that, that you have to be careful to keep the accidental exposures to a minimum, and be very, very careful about the deliberate ones.
"And finally, we get to the touching part. Since sight is a higher function and can be ignored, or simply not noticed, Mother Nature has very sneakily made touching feel especially good to primates. It feels good to most creatures, but to primates, it's a bit like the sense of smell example in the other direction. You know how horses bite and nip each other."
"Yes," they both reply.
"Well, to them, that's about the same as me doing this," I say, cupping my hand under Jenny's chin and gently brushing her cheek with the ball of my thumb.
"Primates love to touch. They do it all the time, but one thing feels so incredibly good that it's almost a hunger, and that thing is sex. So now they have a reason to be watching very carefully for a visual signal, and a reason to act when they do see it. And very sneakily, Mother Nature made it possible to achieve arousal and even climax entirely through touch, so that they would have a reminder of what sex is like between one time and the next."
"And that is especially true for humans, because we are capable of sex at any time, and our visual signals are so ambiguous, touch is almost the only way for Mother Nature to force us to have sex and make babies for her. And even though it might never lead to sex, touching feels so good that when we first discover it, we do it at every opportunity, like little Sandy, though it does taper off once the novelty has worn off.
"However, almost everyone eventually discovers that if we touch ourselves the right way, it goes from just feeling pretty nice to 'Oh my god, I'm in love with my fingers.' I know you're still at the two or three times a day stage, Jenny," I say, adding with a chuckle, "and probably more when you get the chance. Now I'm not going to embarrass your mother by asking her how often she does it..."
"Quite a bit more than usual in the last week," she admits with a chuckle, much to her daughter's delighted amusement.
"But I will ask her something else," I go on once Jenny has subsided. "Since your mother was probably brought up a little differently to you." Turning to Dianne, I ask, "When did you first discover just how good touching yourself could be?"
"I assume you mean 'going pop' as I called it in those days," she says self-consciously. "I guess I was about twelve or thereabouts."
"And once you started, what was the longest you managed to go without?"
"About a week, but that was a special circumstance, since I was stuck in a caravan with my parents, and nowhere private. Even then, I eventually managed to find somewhere, because I was absolutely desperate by that time, and we still had another two weeks of holiday to go. Normally though, I'd say about three days."
"So for the first twelve years of your life, except for whatever it was that led you to this great discovery, and a few times when you were very young, which were very quickly stopped by your parents, you never touched yourself sexually. Now we'll pick on Jenny.
"Jenny, you were brought up differently to your mother, at least as far as sexual matters are concerned. You've always known that it was all right to touch yourself, just to do it in private. So when did you make the momentous discovery that it wasn't just pleasant to give yourself a little rub every now and again, but something to do at every opportunity?"
"About two weeks before you started teaching me," she giggles.
"Well, that partially excuses some of your silliness," I say, making a few educated guesses. "You'd just found this great new toy, and you knew that it had something to do with the things you'd read about, but still weren't quite sure because the books were a bit vague. However, you did know that boys were definitely a part of it.
"So when I came along at exactly the right time after you'd just gotten over how scary it seemed at first, I seemed pretty safe, and you were going to have lots of time alone with me. So you decided that I would be just right to practice on, and to help you learn some more about something that seemed to be such a secret that even the book that told you exactly how to make a baby appeared to make no mention of it."
"What do you mean?" Dianne asks me. Though her eyes remain locked on Jenny, having witnessed each guilty nod of Jenny's that had signaled the accuracy of my guesses. "All of the books we gave her talked about masturbation."
"Yes, I know, but in what terms? I've probably read most of those books, and while most of them are quite good, and certainly a lot better than an embarrassed talk, behind the woodshed. Which is what I got, and only lasted five minutes at that. All of the books I have seen, however, have one fatal flaw.
"They are written with the fear that a child might use them as a manual of discovery. Even the ones that go into the mechanics of sex generally start out with something like 'When a man and a woman love each other very much.'
"I have to wonder, how many girls have ended up either totally alienated from their fathers because he's now too scared to even hug her anymore, or worse still, molested by them. All because of that stupid phrase."
Looking horrified, Dianne murmurs, "I never thought about it like that."
"I did," I say darkly, "because I'd just read about a particularly nasty case, which I won't go into right now, just before I picked up one of those books. And once I came up with that one, I started to look for other potential traps. And the other big one was bit Jenny.
"Her case, and almost certainly a lot more like it, revolves around the word 'good'. Those books say masturbation feels good, and they might even mention sex feels good too. As far as those books are concerned, an orgasm feels good. Maybe even 'very good' if the author is feeling daring. For crying out loud, scratching yourself when you have an itch can feel very good - an orgasm feels bloody fantastic. Excuse the French.
"Now, even though things have advanced a long way since we first learned about it, sex still carries quite a bit of its original baggage of fear, naughtiness, and secrecy, and children know this. So when they discover something like this, they might easily think, as Jenny did, that this must be a real humdinger of a secret. Boys at least have the advantage of an easily recognizable sign, which *is* mentioned in the books, that they have reached orgasm.
"What about the poor girl, what is she to think? Her orgasm isn't properly described. From everything that I've seen and heard, a girl's orgasm is a considerably more intense experience when compared to a boy's, at least I never make anything like the commotion my girlfriends do, oh, and one small girl on the other side of my bedroom wall last Wednesday."
"GREG!" Jenny shrieks. While Dianne lets out a slightly hysterical chuckle of release.
"Sorry, Jenny," I apologize sincerely, "but your mum was looking a bit distressed, and I felt she needed something to make her feel better."
"I think I *did* need it," Dianne says.
"Well, I guess it's O.K.," Jenny mumbles. Though it is obvious that she's still mightily embarrassed. Then, suddenly brightening, Jenny lifts her head and looks directly at her mother, saying, "What else was it you were going to pick on Mummy about?"
"Oh yes," I chuckle, "Well, it's not really picking on her, just a final observation that applies to the both of you, me, and just about everybody else on this planet. Which is, once you've discovered just how good sexual feelings can be, it's almost impossible to do without them.""Which is Mother Nature's way of making sure that people want to do the things that make new babies."
"And that terrible child is why you shouldn't wriggle your bottom in men's laps. It's not because you're sexy, though I must admit that you're shaping up pretty nicely in that direction, <pleased grin>, but because certain physical sensations will cause a man's, or boy's, body to get ready for sex, and it doesn't matter how those sensations are induced."
"So don't do it unless you're ready to deal with anything that might pop up."
"Greg!" Dianne remonstrates laughingly, and after a few seconds of confusion, Jenny too giggles naughtily.
"Well, it is a classic pick-up line," I grin unrepentantly, "and if she hasn't heard it already, it won't be all that long before she does. But, I'd like to bet that when Jenny does hear it, she's more likely to think about what I've just been saying, instead of giggling like an idiot."
"Good point," Dianne concedes.
"It's actually interesting to note that the average age of first sex has started to climb again, since sex education became more open. Yet we still have idiots who insist that it something that should be left entirely up to the parents. The same sort of idiot who, when it comes time to actually educate his or her kids on the subject, will mumble 'Sex is how you make babies. You do it when you get married.'"
"We have to start trusting our kids enough to tell them enough of the truth, including the juicy bits, to enable them to make an informed decision as to whether to have sex or not. Instead, we leave all the juicy bits to other kids, who are often wrong and sometimes very, very persuasive."
"For crying out loud, up until less than a hundred years ago, most kids grew up with sex all but shoved in their faces. Even today, there are parts of the world where things haven't changed. Society has advanced so much in nearly every way imaginable, but in something as fundamental as sex... -I can't even call it backsliding, because it's not- we try to sweep the whole subject under a rug."
"Well, Jenny's certainly getting an earful of the juicy bits tonight," Dianne says with a smile. "Has it made you any the wiser?"
"Well, I know that my books are, aren't wrong, they're..." she says, searching for a word, "misleading. That's it. They're misleading. And I know that's *why* I've been teasing Greg," she giggles. "I'm still thinking about whether I should stop though."
"Oh, Jenny!" Dianne chuckles.
"And I'm going to think some more about having sex too, because it seems like if I do it once, I'm going to keep on doing it afterwards."
"That's a very good reason to wait," I say seriously, adding with a grin, "though it's not quite that bad since you've always got the Yellow Pages option."
"Huh?" both of them say with a blank look.
"Let your fingers do the walking," I grin.
<groan> <giggle>
"Jenny," I ask, "could you please get me a cold drink? I'm starting to feel a bit thirsty."
"You just want to talk to Mummy about something," she says with an accurate guess.
"Git," I chuckle, "And knock when you get back."
Giggling, she scoots, pausing in the doorway to readjust her suit at me.
"That suit really is getting a bit small," Dianne comments, not even bothering to call out the obligatory 'Jenny!' after her daughter's retreating back.
"I noticed that on the way out here," I chuckle, "I figure that it would have just about disappeared by the time she walked around the block."
"You are terrible," She chuckles, "Now what is it you wanted to say that you didn't want my daughter to hear?"
"Well, I didn't want her getting any ideas, because while the average age at which kids are first having sex is on the way up, the lower ages are coming down."
"And you're wondering about Jenny?"
"No, I don't really need to wonder," I reply, "But at least I'm nowhere near as worried as I was a couple of weeks ago. She's got her head screwed on reasonably tight, and now that she has some accurate data to work with, she's not likely to actually make the sort of mistakes that she nearly did. But she is a very curious child and..."
"You think she's going to do something soon, no matter what we say?"
"Not immediately, she's got a lot to digest," I say, "But almost certainly in the next year or two."
"I can't exactly say I'm thrilled, but nor am I really surprised," Dianne replies, "She's done everything else way ahead of schedule, she was walking at just over nine months, and while we thought she was slow to talk, she certainly made up for it in a hurry when she decided to."
"Do you know what her first words were? No, of course you don't. She was about two, and I was trying to get her to eat some beans, when she very distinctly said, 'No 'sank 'oo Mummy, don' like 'em.' Seven words at once and an almost perfectly grammatically correct sentence. Tony wouldn't believe me at first, I guess I did sound a little hysterical on the phone, but he made some sort of excuse and came home. Probably to separate his precious offspring from her obviously deranged mother, but you could have knocked him over with a feather, when she greeted him at the door with, 'Did 'oo have a good day Daddy?'"
"Flabbergasted?" I grin.
"Completely, and proud enough to burst if you stuck him with a pin," Dianne giggles, "I think he drove the entire office mad with tape recordings of his precocious little girl."
"You already know about her reading, and you know that the first week of school is orientation and settling in? Well, she told her teacher that she could play with toys at home, and he could either teach her, or she would go home and come back when he was ready to do so."
"So why not this too?" she concludes with a sigh, "Now all I've got to do is figure out how to break the news to Tony."
"I know it isn't too much consolation, but I've noticed that so long as the decision is actually the child's, and not the result of the sort of manipulation you suffered, no long-term harm is done. At least by the actual act, it's the way people react that causes problems, and unfortunately, girls bear the brunt."
"The biggest cause of complications arising from consensual underage sex is the screaming and hollering that often comes about when it's discovered. On the one hand, you've got sexual dysfunction.. On the other, this sort of irrational response is just going to be ignored, with all sorts of possible consequences, most of them bad."
"Then what happens? The all too common reactions to a pregnant daughter is to either cut her off from the outside world, or to throw her out of the house. In either case, it comes as no surprise that she probably ends up poorly educated and a permanent drain on the welfare system. Not many young girls set out to become pregnant, but since society labels girls who are prepared for sex in a negative manner, and declares that the only truly acceptable avenue to avoid pregnancy is abstinence, it continues to happen to way too many girls."
"Jenny, for example, would have great difficulty in obtaining birth control pills. One, because the only legal way a girl under fourteen can be prescribed them is to control cramping from conditions like endometriosis; and two, because the drug companies don't produce a pill that is suitable for pubescent girls. Most likely out of fear that they would be thought to be encouraging underage sex."
"And the same sort of thinking applies to barrier methods. When was the last time you went down to the chemist and saw a packet of Checkmate Juniors? One size fits all is a bit of a joke when you consider that it's not unusual these days for a ten or eleven-year-old boy to speak the same sentence in three separate registers. Yet the best that we as a society can offer is to say 'don't do it' in the face of overwhelming evidence that kids, will, and do, 'do it'."
"Instead of accepting the truth and dealing with reality, we offer up a couple of tired old platitudes and a bit of moralizing, and then shake our heads sadly and say 'Well, we did all we could' when the inevitable happens."
"What's worse is that a concerned adult who actually tries to help kids out by supplying them with condoms, because they were too embarrassed to buy them for themselves, or were scared that the chemist would turn around and phone their parents, can get into nearly as much trouble as if they'd had sex with the children themselves."
"That's absurd, the police would never try to prosecute me if I gave Jenny some," Dianne says.
"No, they wouldn't. But if Jenny were to come home one day with a really cute boy who was 'the one', and you being the enlightened parent that you are, were to give the condoms to him, then *you* could be charged with procuring a minor for sex."
"That's insane," Dianne ejaculates, "It would never stand up in court."
"Probably not, but if the boy's parents were to insist on kicking up a big enough stink over it, it would almost certainly end up in court nonetheless. And if *I* were the one to supply the condoms, the odds are good that at least some of it would stick, especially if I were to also provide a safe haven for the activity to take place."
"The law couldn't possibly be that stupid," Dianne says.
"Couldn't it?" I ask softly, "Consider this: The sex laws here and in almost every country in the world were *not* drafted to protect individuals."
"Now you're the one being ridiculous, of course they were," Dianne replies.
"No, they're weren't. They're property laws, intended to protect a man's property and nothing more," I say harshly. "Oh, western society has evolved to the point where an individual *can* use them to seek justice for themselves, but fundamentally, sex laws are property laws."You only have to look at Muslim countries to see it as plain as day, and you don't have to scratch the surface very hard to see it here as well.
Dianne looks thoughtful as she mulls over what I have said, seeming ready to speak several times and each time lapsing back into a meditative silence. Finally, she slowly says, "I see what you mean. It makes me sick to my stomach to think about it, and when you consider that most men seem to feel they have a right to sex, and support that right where others are concerned, it explains a hell of a lot about why it's so hard to make charges stick."
"Especially since you women got uppity and refused to be owned by us obviously superior males," I say with a grin.
"If you weren't joking, I'd rip your balls off and feed them to you for saying that," she says.
"If I weren't joking, I'd deserve it," I say soberly, "But it illustrates the point that I made about sex laws being formulated for the benefit of men, and not the actual victims. Not so much today, since society is slowly reforming itself, but even as few as ten years ago, I could have robbed you at knife point and even though you might have handed over your valuables without a protest, the odds would be good that on your say-so alone I could have been convicted. Yet if I were to have raped you at knife point and you failed to struggle, my lawyer could have argued tacit consent on your part, and I would have had a fair chance of walking. Thirty or forty years earlier, and any outcome would have depended on what your husband chose to do: and in all too many cases that would have been to use your adultery to secure a divorce.
"Sad as it is that it took so long for society to recognize that women have sexual rights of their own, what saddens me more is that where children are concerned, the old idea of protecting them as property seems to be more important than protecting them as individuals. In fact, once they've lost their value as *property* by having sex, it almost seems like society places more importance on holding them up as examples, than in actively helping them to safely deal with being sexually active. And anyone who tries to do so runs the risk of being punished themselves."
Assuming an exaggerated moralistic tone, I say, "Children shouldn't have sex. See what happens to children who have sex."
"It sounds like you're speaking from experience," Dianne says.
"Not quite, but I did ask a law student friend about something after I'd done it and he told me I was better off hand-feeding sharks than sticking my nose into the sex lives of other people's children. He then said he was as dumb as I was, since he'd probably do the same thing under the circumstances," I reply.
"Remember the girl I told you about who had it backwards about her periods. I didn't tell you at the time because you didn't need to know, but the reason she came to me was that she was scared stiff that she was pregnant."
I grin, saying, "I don't suppose you've noticed, but girls and women don't seem to have any trouble talking to me."
"Oh, I've noticed," she chuckles, "Go on."
"Well, since her parents were very straight-laced, I became the logical choice to run to when she bled from her vagina at exactly the same time that she had sex. Of course, it was only her hymen breaking, but since her mother had exhausted her courage in her decision to *prepare* her daughter for *the curse*, this seemed to be exactly that to the poor kid.
"I could cheerfully strangle that woman, since as far as I could tell her entire explanation consisted of: 'Soon you will start getting the curse. You will bleed from between your legs every four weeks. There are sanitary napkins in the bathroom. You can get pregnant by having sex once it starts.' Cripes! What use was that? The poor kid didn't even know how long a period lasted.
"The only fortunate thing in the whole mess was that when it happened, she ran straight to me, instead of her mother, who would have probably screamed so long and loud about the sex part of things that by the time she got down to actually finding out whether the poor kid was pregnant or not, the whole thing would be academic. As by the time the girl got herself straightened out, menopause would have been and gone. And she would have destroyed another family in the process."
A knock at the door signals the return of Jenny. "Go soak," Dianne tells her, accepting our drinks.
One look at her mother's face suffices to tell her that a protest would not be well met. So with a mumbled "OK," she lets the door swing shut.
"What did you do?" Dianne asks, once the door closes.
"Well, to tell you that, I'm going to have to tell you something that you might find a bit distasteful, but in my opinion is a reasonable solution to many of the problems associated with early sexual awakening."
"Go on."
"Well, it started when I came home and found her at my front door bawling her eyes out. I got her inside, and once I got her calmed down enough to speak, she tells me that she thinks she's pregnant and promptly starts bawling again. In fact, she was so bad that I did something that I am not at all proud of, but I didn't know what else to do, short of handing her over to her mother, and god knows what, or trusting a social worker not to do the same thing. And that would have opened a real can of worms, even, or especially, if she or he had taken the time to get an explanation. So I gave her a quarter tablet of Serapax."
I wait for Dianne's recrimination, but she simply nods for me to continue.
"Well, once that had taken hold, I was able to talk to her a bit better and the whole story came out. Actually, I got most of the details during her tutoring sessions afterwards, but I got enough that afternoon to sort out what the problem was and to convince her that she wasn't pregnant.
"Part of it was, of course, her stupid mother's fault, but at the time I thought it was a simple misunderstanding, so I gave her a quick but accurate explanation of periods, and went on to what was potentially a much bigger problem.
"She'd gone to spend the night with a friend, and while her friend was off doing something, she heard a noise that made her think somebody was hurt and went to investigate. What she found was her friend's twin brother and sister, shall we say, 'stress testing' a bed."
"Well, that's an interesting way of putting it," Dianne chuckles, "And I'm not too shocked. I know it happens, especially with mixed twins, but why would you think it was such a good solution? Wouldn't it just create more problems?"
"Yes, and no, but can I leave it for a moment?" I say.
She nods her permission, and I resume, "Well, these two were so involved with what they were doing that they had no idea they had an audience. So that was where her friend found her a couple of minutes later, watching her older brother and sister enjoying the hell out of each other.
"Apparently the twins had been at it for a couple of years and when they were found out by their little sister, she just joined in the fun and games. So when they were found out yet again, they offered to let her join in as well.
"They warned her about the pain to expect, but forgot to mention the blood, and asked her if she knew about periods and stuff. Of course, she thought she did, so off came the clothes, and all three of the other kids proceeded to show her just what they'd learned from each other.
"That at least was a consolation, since she had three experienced, uninhibited and very enthusiastic partners, she had the sort of first time that most girls can only dream about. The trauma didn't come until afterwards when she saw the blood. Unfortunately, it upset her so much that she was unable to hear the other kids trying to tell her it was all right. She put her clothes back on and ran all the way to my place.
"And that was where I found her an hour or so later. I was able to reassure her enough that she was able to go back to her friend's place, minus a rather incriminating pair of knickers, and fortunately before the parents got home from work. Over the next few weeks, I got the whole story and at the same time, I gave her advice on how to better hide their activities, and birth control, and such, to pass on. And as far as I know, all four are still quite happily 'stress testing' mattresses to destruction."
"Well, what was I supposed to do?" I ask in response to Dianne's questioning look, "If I told anybody, four kids would, at the very least, be very unhappy, and the most likely outcome would be for two, if not three, of them to be separated from each other and their parents, and put into foster care. It's even possible that the twins might have been incarcerated as 'dangerous sex offenders' because they were nearly three years older than the younger two.
"Not because these kids' parents would have done any such thing if they'd found out, but because another child's parent would have been wanting to blame somebody so much that she would have called in the authorities without stopping to think, and would probably not have cared, even if she had realized the sort of damage that it could do to the other family.
"Oh, I wasn't exactly questioning what you did," Dianne replies, "I was just a little surprised at the risks you will take on behalf of children that you don't even know."
"Truthfully, there wasn't much risk. The kids were already pretty good at keeping things in the dark, and were fanatically careful about birth control. About all I did was tell her to tell them to make sure that there was never anybody else in the house.""Which hopefully would prevent any new additions to their little soiree, to always keep one of them on lookout if there was any chance that somebody might enter unexpectedly, and to *never* have sex anywhere that wasn't as close to perfectly safe as they could possibly make it."
"In other words, basic common sense," Dianne says. "Now, why do you consider incest to be a solution?"
"Well, I think about it like this. The kids are most unlikely to brag about it, which indirectly disposes of the most dangerous way of being found out, i.e., another parent outraged at their tattle-tale, little darling being exposed to such 'filth'. The environment in which they carry out their activities is much safer than the bush or the abandoned building that too many kids feel they have to use in order to avoid detection. They aren't going to be looking for sex elsewhere, which almost completely cuts out the risks of disease, and also the chance of them coming into contact with the sort of person who causes most of the real problems in the first place.
"The biggest risk is that they'll be discovered by their parents, and since kids are fiendishly clever at hiding things from their parents, that risk remains acceptably small. Especially since that, the worse the expected reaction, the better they are hiding something. Even if it does get found out, it is very unlikely that anyone outside the family will ever know, and the actual reaction will be generally be little worse than it would have been if the kids had been caught having sex with anybody else."
"What about the risk of pregnancy?"
"Well, considering that most kids do know about how it occurs these days, and the precautions that need to be taken, the risks are no greater than if they had been having sex with anyone else. In fact, probably less, because if they are aware, they will be a lot more careful than they might otherwise be."
"No, I mean genetic risk," Dianne corrects me.
"Actually, unless there is a known pre-existing genetic condition in the family, the risk is very little greater than the risk in the general community as a whole. It takes several generations for the risk to build up to an appreciable level. Most genetic abnormalities are very minor and on their own don't cause any problems; it's when a large number of them accumulate that the risks begin to arise. Like in a small town where cousins marry, and then their children do the same."
"Well, you've certainly made a reasonable argument for incest," Dianne says thoughtfully. "The risks that remain aren't appreciably different to what they would be in any case, and I can certainly see that it almost completely eliminates a number of very real and dangerous risks as well. But what happens when they grow up?"
"I have no real idea," I admit, "because I haven't seen any statistics to cover it. In fact, I had to guess about it being kept within the family, based on the fact that the estimates for the actual incidence of incest bear absolutely no relationship to the number of reported cases. However, I doubt that anything really terrible is likely to happen when they grow up, simply because there *is* so little information about it. I think they just join the community just like anybody else."
"And probably a lot more relaxed than most," Dianne concludes. "Come on, I think it's time to cool down."
"Finished?" Jenny asks when we emerge to plunge into the comparatively chilly waters of the hot tub.
"Yes, we're finished," Dianne chuckles, moving to pour another whisky for each of us. However, she stops with the stopper in her hand, saying, "I think we need a bit more than this. Do you smoke?" She cocks her thumb to her mouth.
"Occasionally," I admit.
"See," blurts Jenny. "Oops."
"Do you often smoke dope in front of other people's kids?" asks Dianne disapprovingly.
"Not unless their parents are doing it too," I reply, adding with a mock dark look at Jenny, "Somebody got suspicious of how long it was taking us to find the fridge the other night and went poking around where she shouldn't have."
"You know better than that," Dianne says, turning her disapproval on her daughter.
"I guess so," Jenny grudgingly admits. "But they sure looked funny when I showed them the pipe."
"Funny or not, you shouldn't have done it," Dianne scolds. "How would you like it if I went poking around in your room for no good reason? And another thing, what makes you think that you have the right to tell other people about what we do at home?"
"Sorry, Mummy, that sort of slipped," Jenny says. "I'll try not to do it again."
"Fair enough," Dianne says, and climbs out of the water and slips on her robe.
As soon as her mother leaves, Jenny occupies my lap and asks, "What did you talk about?"
"What did your mother just say about sticking your nose where it didn't belong?" I ask reprovingly. "It applies to conversations quite as much as it does to my cupboards."
"Sorry."
"You're forgiven," I say. "Just think about things a little bit more before you open your mouth or act."
"I always do for the important stuff," she informs me. "Well, mostly."
"Do it for the little things too," I tell her. "It helps keeps the peace, and keeps you out of trouble."
"Makes sense to me," she giggles. "'Cept trouble can be fun sometimes."
"Not when it upsets other people," I reply, adding with a chuckle, "But you're right, it can be. Like right now." Straightening my legs, I give her a quick shove, and she slides below the surface with a squeal.
"I'm gonna get you for that," she declares with a giggle.
"Oh goody," I squeak, clapping my hands delightedly, "that must mean I'm in trouble."
Reaching out with my leg, I snag an ankle and she goes under again. Surfacing with a vengeful gleam in her eye, she treads water to prevent a recurrence of my previous attack. Suddenly she disappears, and I feel her hands close about one of my ankles; a second later, I find myself beneath the surface with no clear idea of how I got there.
When I surface, my antagonist is nowhere in sight, and when I turn, it is just in time to see her leap from one of the seats with enough force to knock me off my feet and put me under again. But before I can grab her, she is gone, kicking off with a foot in my stomach perilously close to the family jewels.
Feeling for a bench, I get my back to it before I lift my head above the surface. Opposite me, Jenny looks on with a grin. "Two all," she declares.
On my knees, I am much the same height as her, and since it will make for a fairer final point, I remain that way. Giggling madly, we circle like a pair of wrestlers, and eye each other warily, neither one of us willing to make the first move. A moment later, my opening appears as a bubble bursts directly under her nose.
While she is blinking and snorting, I close with her and, with my hands encircling her waist, I lift her into the air. Pausing with my lips just millimetres from her belly button, I look up into her face. Realizing my intention, she lets out a long despairing "Nooooo!"
"Oh yes," I chuckle evilly, and closing the distance, I blow long and hard, as she convulses and shrieks loudly enough to wake the dead. Then, with my breath exhausted, I finish by jamming my tongue as hard and deep as possible into her navel. The squeal that ensues is fit to lift paint.
"What on earth are you doing to my daughter?" Dianne asks with mock disapproval.
"Just blowing into her belly button," I grin, lowering Jenny into the water and supporting her with a hand beneath her arm.
"I could see that," Dianne chuckles. "But what on earth did you do at the end? She all but shattered the windows."
"He stuck his tongue in it," Jenny glowers, adding with a naughty giggle, "You can take your hand off my boob now, I can stand up on my own."
"Oh shoot!" I mutter, snatching my hand away as my ears begin to burn.
"It's all right," Jenny says as her mother carefully sets bong, bowl, and cigarette lighter on the table, while laughing uproariously. "I don't mind." She pauses, and I cringe, knowing what is coming next. "So long as you do it again."
Dianne hits the deck with a crash that rattles the glasses beside the tub; for a second, it looks like she is throwing a fit, but then I realize that she is laughing so hard that she is completely unable to catch her breath. Beside me, Jenny musingly asks, "I wonder if that counts as a point against her or against you."
"Both, I think," I chuckle, adding with a significant nod towards the table, "But you almost needed your MacGuffy's Reader."
"That's why I waited till she put it down."
"Jennifer Rosalie Gormley!" Dianne sounds more than a little out of breath as her voice rings out, as angry as I'd ever heard it. Jenny, and for that matter I, flinch as if we'd been slapped. "That has got to be the absolutely" - suddenly her voice changes - "best laugh I've had in a long, long time."
"Looks like you lost that point," I murmur. "She countered."
"I guess so," Jenny giggles. "But I still got you."
"As a matter of fact, you didn't," I grin. "I knew it was coming."
Displaying her tongue, Jenny herds me into my seat and occupies my lap.
"Oh no you don't," Dianne says, setting down the smoking paraphernalia and handing me a towel. "It's the brick for you, and I'm half tempted to put you under it. It was a funny thing to say, but you still shouldn't have said it."
"Why not?" Jenny giggles. "It's not like he'd do it or anything."
"But the next bloke might," Dianne warns.
"Hah. The next bloke better be wearing a box when he tries it in the first place," Jenny proclaims fiercely.
"Ouch!" I wince. "I think she means it."
"Good!" Dianne says.
Three -or was it four- cones of very good gear later, Dianne decides that it's again time to bake ourselves in the sauna.A decision with which Jenny heartily agrees. "Good, I can get my back rub now," she declares.
"Can I put some water on the rocks, Mummy?" Jenny asks. "I want to be nice and slippery."
"Okay," Dianne agrees, "but be careful, remember what happened last time."
"What was that?" I ask with a smile.
"The bucket slipped, and I nearly cooked us, and then the fuse blew," Jenny giggles. "But we've got a dipper now."
Jenny carefully ladles a dipper full of water into the heater and skips back out of the billowing cloud of steam. Almost instantly, the resinous scent pervading the small, dim lodge becomes stronger, and the suddenly moisture-laden air snatches my breath away. Within seconds, the sweat begins to bead on our bodies.
A minute or so later, Jenny jumps down from her seat on the upper bench. She grabs a handle to what I had thought was a hatch in the back wall and pulls, revealing it to be a massage table. Folded in the cavity behind it is a vinyl-covered foam pad, which she lays out on top of the table and covers with a towel.
"Okay, lift me up," she directs.
Taking what I believe is a secure grip around her waist, I try to lift her onto the table. An instant later, her feet are still on the floor, and my hands are in her armpits, along with her bikini top. Between my hands, her tiny boobs stand revealed, while my thumbs now occupy the recently vacated garment.
"Oops, sorry," I chuckle. Since her back is to Dianne, I allow the pads of my thumbs to brush over the small resilient mounds as I pull my hands away, earning myself a look that is quite naughty and all pleased.
"I bet you're not," Jenny giggles, tugging the two small triangles back over her chest. Pausing with her thumbs still hooked in it, she asks her chortling mother, "Can I take it off, Mummy? It's just going to get in the way."
"I bet *you* just want to show off," Dianne laughs, adding with mild exasperation, "Go on."
Grinning wickedly up at me, Jenny unfastens the small catch between her breasts and naughtily flashes first one side and then the other, much to her mother's amusement, before shrugging it off and tossing it up on a bench. For the sake of verisimilitude, Jenny gives me what passes for a nervous giggle and asks, "What do you think?"
Ignoring the question, I look over Jenny's head to Dianne, commenting, "Must be pretty big mosquitoes around here."
"Terrible," Dianne replies with a straight face, "one of them carried off the cat last week."
"Oh, it must have been a couple of the little ones who got Jenny then," I murmur, looking her in the eye and then allowing my gaze to drop a little.
I grin at her open-mouthed gape, then look down to Jenny, inquiring mildly, "My point?"
"I think that's a *two* pointer," she giggles naughtily, turning to lean her elbows on the table and stare at her stunned-looking mother.
"Are you saying my boobs are too small?" Dianne asks ominously, though a softening twinkle gleams in her eyes.
"Did I say that?" I ask Jenny.
"Of course not," Jenny replies, "that would be rude." And then after a short pause, "You implied it."
"Ouch," I grin, "I am stung by your accusation. Truthfully," I add to Dianne, "I'm not that fond of massive mammaries, but you do have a problem."
"Oh, and what might that be?" she asks with deliberately deceptive mildness.
"How are you going to keep your lap warm when you're old and grey?"
"You," she chuckles, raising her voice over Jenny's delighted giggles, "are a terrible man, and a corrupting influence."
"Oh, I hope so," Jenny says eagerly, grabbing my hand and pulling it around her shoulder, dangerously near her small right breast.
"And *you*, are a terrible little girl, who doesn't need corrupting, because she already is," Dianne continues.
"Oh, I hope so," I leer.
"I think I walked into that one," Dianne laughs ruefully. "Now get her up on the table before I spank the pair of you."
"Promith," I lisp.
"You better be dammed good at back rubs," Dianne warns, "or you might not make it out of here alive."
"Better see what I can do then," I chuckle. Taking hold of Jenny, under the arms this time, I lift her to sit on the edge of the table.
Twisting onto her hands and knees, Jenny crawls up the table a little and stretches out on her stomach, pillowing her head on her hands. "Uh-uh," I grin, pulling her hands from beneath her head and putting them down by her side. "I need those arms. You're getting the works."
Turning Jenny's head to face her mother, I walk to the foot of the table and pull her down until her toes extend just beyond the end. Picking up Jenny's left foot, I press my thumbs into the fleshy pad just behind her toes and work them back to her heel, making her toes curl and a shudder pass through her body. I repeat the move half a dozen more times until the shudder becomes a slight tremor, then take up her right foot, this time it only takes three firm passes of my thumbs for the shudders to subside.
Moving back to the left leg, I encircle her ankle with both hands, then pressing firmly with the ball and pad of my thumbs, I push my hands up to the back of her knee, sliding smoothly over the film of sweat coating her soft, flawless skin. Moving back to her ankle, I slide my hands upwards, repeating the action, until my skin begins to grab, and then move across to give the right leg the same treatment.
Taking a leg in each hand, I push my thumbs into the hollows at the backs of her knees, pushing upwards a half dozen or so times. As I move around to the left side of the table, I am peripherally aware of Dianne shifting to look past me. Encircling the bottom of her daughter's thigh with my hands, I dig my thumbs in, pushing upwards until the side of my hand is within a few millimetres of her cloth-covered pussy. In passing, I note that a good inch of untanned skin is visible on either side of Jenny's too-small suit.
Then, having moved around to the far side of the table and working my way up Jenny's right leg, I move back to the foot. Leaning forwards, I encircle the top of Jenny's right thigh, and in a single smooth motion, I pull my hands all the way to the bottom, letting her toes slip from between my fingers at the end. Twice more, and I move on to the right leg.
Once again interposing myself between Dianne and her daughter, I pick up Jenny's left hand and massage her palm with my thumbs. Moving an inch or so at a time, I work past the inside of her wrist, up her forearms to her elbows and onward to her shoulder. Then, closing my hands around her upper arm, I pull downwards to her fingertips a few times.
When I have finished with the right arm, I pause with my hands hovering a little below Jenny's waist and look questioningly towards her mother. Receiving a nod, I allow my fingers to touch Jenny's hips, but keep my thumbs clear of her skin while I gauge her reaction. In an unequivocal invitation to go ahead, Jenny reaches back and pulls the back of her suit upwards, exposing her buttock in their entirety.
Another look towards Dianne is greeted with an amused smile, but no indication that I shouldn't continue. Pushing my thumbs into the crease at the tops of her thighs, I work from the inside out, moving upwards in smooth arcs until I reach the bunched-up fabric encircling Jenny's waist. Then, with the palms of my hands almost completely covering Jenny's small buttocks, I push firmly outwards several times with the heels of my hands.
Pausing to pull the fabric of her bikini bottoms back into place, I roll the waistband downwards just enough to reveal the very beginning of the crease at the base of her spine. Then, after a brief search with the balls of my thumbs, I press down hard, bringing a sharp gasp to Jenny's lips, as her head lifts into the air, and a ripple of muscular contractions walks up her spine.
"That looked interesting," Dianne murmurs curiously, as Jenny's head subsides with a soft moan.
"Shh," I hush her while sliding my fingers to Jenny's flanks and drawing the heels of my hands outwards. Beginning with my thumbs one vertebra higher each time, I work my way upwards until my fingers slide over Jenny's shoulders and my thumbs press into the base of her skull.
"Okay, roll over," I instruct Jenny, as I place my hands on her hip and shoulder to pull her towards me. Almost groaning, she moves with me until she lies on her back, her shoulder projecting beyond the edge of the pad. Slipping my arms beneath her, I gently lift her back to the centre and move down to her feet.
Using a sense that I possess but cannot explain, I gauge the pressure of my thumbs to that point just below the threshold of pain, as I begin to work on the bony upper side of Jenny's foot. Moving from left to right leg and back again, I work upwards. My thumbs either side of the bony ridge of her shin. Thumbs and fingertips digging in around her kneecaps. Then a series of gentle horse-bites up each of her thighs, again stopping within millimetres of forbidden territory.
At the tops of her thighs, I press my thumbs into the muscle just to the outside of the crease separating the base of her mons from the tops of her legs, and push up and out. With my hands so close to her pussy, it is easy for my eyes to fasten on her barely covered mound, where a shallow vertical depression delineates her hairless slit. As my thumbs draw her flesh away from the centre, a thin strip of white skin appears to either side of her bathers, and when I loosen my grip, her slit becomes more pronounced as the fabric settles into the cleft of her mound.
My prick lengthens within my Speedos, nestling undetectably into the hollow of my right hip as I slide my thumbs to within a quarter of an inch of her small pussy and again push up and out.More white skin appears, and as her labia separate beneath the fluorescent cloth, I'm almost certain that I can see a tiny bump nestled between them up near the top. This time when I let go, her thick pussy lips actually close around the fabric of her bikini. The third time my thumbs push outwards, there is no doubt, her clit forms a small but clearly discernible peak beneath the bright green cloth, and a subtly different note has crept into the soft moans of contented pleasure that she has been uttering, almost since I first laid hands on her.
Realizing that a fourth pass would be unwise, I slide my thumbs between Jenny's thighs and with a leg in each hand, I pull smoothly downwards to her feet, and whether the moan that escapes her lips is of disappointment or contentment is impossible to detect. Though I would lay my money on it being the former.
Moving back past her now almost obscenely defined mound, I lower my hands to her hips, and pressing just firmly enough to avoid tickling, I draw my thumbs out past her sharp hipbones, tracing the waistband of her bikini. I then use the heels of my hands to knead her stomach, while my fingers press in on her flanks.
Bringing my thumbs together on her sternum, I trace each rib in turn, though I skip the two ribs passing beneath her small chocolate bud breasts. Once past her collar bones, I lift her shoulders with my fingers, allowing her head to loll backwards as I gently work over her throat and the sides of her neck with my thumbs.
Then gently lowering her back to the mat, I bring my thumbs to the point of her chin and trace her jawline back to her ears. With my fingertips, I gently caress her cheeks and eyelids, finishing with a firmer touch as I draw my thumbs outwards from the center of her forehead to her temples.
"You didn't do all my front," Jenny says, as I take my hands from her body, sounding only disappointed, without a hint of her usual naughtiness.
Just as I'm about to tell Jenny that I can't touch her boobs, Dianne gives her permission. "Go ahead and give her what she wants, just don't make a production of it."
I start again at the bottom of Jenny's breastbone, but this time I use the heels of my hands to firmly massage her narrow chest, moving up one rib at a time until her tiny boobs nestle into the vee formed by my thumb and forefinger. As I bring them together, lightly pinching the whole of her small breasts, her back arches slightly, and she exhales with a sharp gasp, when I finish by pushing the small mound flat with the heel of my hand as I pass over it.
Two more like passes suffice to make her nipples pop up, and there is no disguising her disappointment when I take my hands away to lift her arms and fold them above her head. Curling my hands around her ribs, just beneath her arms, I conclude by drawing my hands down the full length of her body, the waistband of her bikini rolling slightly beneath my palms as I pass over her hips, while my thumbs pass just to the east and west of the forbidden zone.
"More?" Jenny pleads wistfully, when I finish with a light slap on the sole of her foot.
"Not likely," Dianne chuckles, "I think you've had quite enough. How do you feel?"
"Fantastic, mummy," Jenny murmurs, "I'm so relaxed, I can hardly move."
To me Dianne says, "Give her a couple of minutes, then toss her in the tub. I'll get us something to drink." A rush of cool air causes Jenny to shiver slightly, as she opens the door and leaves.
"So you liked it," I say as I sit down on the bench vacated by Dianne.
"Oh yeah!" she breathes, adding with a soft giggle, "I think if you did it here a few more times," She pokes the top of her leg next to her vulva. "I would have 'gone pop'. I nearly screamed when you stopped."
"It's a good thing you didn't," I chuckle, "Better fix your suit too."
"You do it," she challenges mischievously.
"Not bloody likely," I grin. "I think I better get you cooled off."
Groaning theatrically, Jenny twists onto her side, putting her still less than properly covered mound less than a foot from my face, as I rear back, she pushes herself up onto her elbow and then swinging her legs over the edge sits up. Resting her elbows on her knees, she allows her head to drop forward.
"Oops!" she giggles as her eyes fall on where the fabric of her suit is still stuffing her little slit. "You can see my crack."
"So fix it," I tell her.
"You did it," she giggles naughtily, "*You* fix it."
"Like I said 'not bloody likely'," I chuckle, "You've got ten seconds and then I'll do as your mother suggested, and toss you in the water."
"Can you help me down first?" she asks.
"Oh all right," I say, standing up. Hands under her arms, I heave and guide her to the floor, beside the table.
She wobbles a little on unsteady feet, steadying herself with a hand on the pad that she had just vacated. As I step back, her other hand reaches downward, my eyes following it of their own accord. Teasingly, she slides a finger under the leg band and tugs a good deal harder than necessary, causing the elastic rimming the left leg hole to disappear into the crease separating her labia, revealing a plump, white, hairless pillow of flesh.
"Oops!" she says insincerely, moving her hand across and doing exactly the same thing on the other side. "Damn," she giggles, "I can't get it right. You better help me."
Forcing my eyes away, I look her in the eye and growl, "Oh I'll help you all right. Straight up to the bedroom you'll occupy for a month if I tell your mother." Finishing sweetly, I ask, "Do you think you can remember how to dress yourself now?"
This time her "Oops." is sincere, and when I look down a moment later, she is correctly covered.
"Come on," I say, "let's get you cooled off, before we both end up in hot water."
Herding her giggling body ahead of me, I gently shove her to the door, and out onto the deck. Just as we emerge, Dianne steps out of the tub and reaches for her robe. "How do you feel now?" she asks her daughter.
"Good," Jenny replies, "Real good."
As Dianne disappears to collect the drinks, Jenny and I jump into the center of the fizzing hot tub, plunging ourselves beneath the surface and rising with whooshing exhalations at the chill shock.
"No, let's just soak," I say when Jenny reaches to reactivate the blower.
"O.K."
The moment I sit, Jenny squirms into my lap, pulling my arm about her waist and snuggling back against my shoulder with a sigh, and when Dianne returns a few minutes later, we haven't moved a muscle. A condition which changes rapidly when Dianne shucks out of her robe to reveal that she has removed the top half of her bikini.
For myself, self-induced whiplash is enough, but Jenny twists wholly around in my lap and rises to her knees. A process that leaves me with my eyes watering as she cries out, "Mummy! You're showing your boobs!"
"Your knee, Jenny," I gasp feebly, barely noticing the small mound against my lips, "Move your knee."
"Oops, sorry," she says contritely, as she hurriedly moves herself to the submerged bench beside me. "How come you took your top off, Mummy?"
"How come you didn't put yours back on?" Dianne retorts, mimicking her daughter's bad grammar.
"I forgot," Jenny giggles, "Besides, he's seen them now, so who cares. He even *touched* them," she adds, placing a naughty emphasis on the word 'touched'.
Having recovered enough to blink away the tears, my eyes avidly follow Dianne's jiggling torso as she brings three tall, beaded glasses of orange juice to the rim of the tub. Her small, lemon-sized breasts bobble nicely, but otherwise retain almost all of the shape that they had possessed when encased within her top. Small button-like nipples are centered in the dark, chocolate brown areolae, no larger than bottle tops, which cap the small quivering mounds. The most surprising thing, though, is that there is not the slightest hint of a tan line.
Her eyes meet mine as she bends to set down drinks for me and Jenny, but apart from a wink, she does nothing to acknowledge my obvious stare. Retaining her own drink, she steps down into the water and sits, giggling almost as naughtily as her daughter, at the look of disappointment that crosses my face when her delectable-looking breasts disappear beneath the surface.
"You still haven't told us why you took your top off," Jenny persists.
"I didn't want to be the only one wearing one?" Dianne proffers as a possible solution.
"Come on!" Jenny cries, "You only ever take it off when there's only Daddy and me and Jeremy."
"That shows what you know," Dianne tells her daughter. "Truthfully though, I just didn't see the point of keeping it on any longer. It'll be coming off soon enough anyway, and I can tease Greg a bit in the meantime. Did you know you look funny when your eyes bug out."
"That was Jenny," I chuckle.
"I can see where having a boob shoved in your mouth could do that," Dianne smirks.
"More like a knee in the genitals," Jenny giggles, "Did I really shove my boob in his mouth?"
"Yes, you did," Dianne chuckles, "Wasted an opportunity, didn't you?"
"Mummy!" Jenny cries out, sounding shocked, "How could you even consider that I would even think of doing a thing like that?"
"Because I know my daughter," Dianne says, "I hope you apologized to Greg, you can really do some serious damage if you're not careful."
"Uh-huh," Jenny nods, "Is it really that bad?"
"Worse," I tell her, "I've seen grown men faint, just from *seeing* it happen. So don't ever do it unless you mean it, and if you do, make sure it's a good one, because you want to be a long way away before he gets up. If he's just being obnoxious, you're much better off just belting him on the snout and getting the hell out of his way before he can see again."
"O.K.," she nods."Can I get back in your lap now?"
"Yes, but be careful," I reply with a smile.
"What was that thing you did with your thumbs on her back?" Dianne asks as Jenny settles herself into her accustomed position.
"Actually, it's a way to look for knotted muscles and slightly misaligned vertebrae, but it sure feels good. My sister reckons it's just about the best thing since the big 'O'."
"It felt good, Mummy."
"I bet it did," Dianne smiles. "Can you show me how to do it to Tony?"
"Sure," I grin. "Are you going to tell him who told you?"
"If you can do to me what you did to Jenny, I'm going to have him take lessons," Dianne chuckles.
"Can't we just sell Daddy, and keep him instead?" Jenny giggles.
"That's a thought," Dianne says mock seriously. "Are you interested?"
"What, move in with you two?" I ask as if horrified. "I think I'd rather put my wedding tackle in a lion's mouth while flicking his love spuds with a wet towel."
"Greg!" Dianne shrieks, shaking with suppressed laughter, as Jenny leaves a trail of bubbles to the bottom.
"Good one, isn't it?" I ask. "Don't worry, she's already heard it. I put a tape on to watch while I was doing her hair, and I forgot that was in it."
"What else was in it?" She asks, as Jenny surfaces. Who, after taking a breath, shrieks with laughter.
"That's it," I say, "Apart from a continuous barrage of fairly innocuous insults, and some less graphic similes, that is probably the worst, or possibly the best, in thirty-six episodes, of Red Dwarf."
"Oh, is that all? Tony watches those on TV sometimes, obviously I missed that one."
"Why can't I watch them?" Jenny asks, reoccupying my lap. "They really are funny."
"Because they're on well after you should be asleep."
"Can I borrow your tapes?" Jenny asks me.
I look at Dianne, who nods, and agree.
A few minutes later, Dianne lifts herself out of the water, waving me back as I rise, saying, "No, I'm coming back."
As my eyes follow Dianne's small bobbling breasts, my prick, which except for the few moments of agony that immediately followed my first sighting of these delights, had been half hard since I'd reached the tops of Jenny's legs, twitches against her bottom, making her gasp softly, and giggle naughtily, as she deliberately squirms against it.
"Don't," I whisper forcefully enough for her to take notice. But just to make sure, I take hold of her waist and push her bottom a couple of inches clear.
While I had been dealing with her naughty daughter, Dianne has collected bong and mix from the table and is returning. Seeing what is coming, Jenny pushes off from my lap, managing one last naughty bottom squirm as she leaves, and moves into exile on the far side of the tub.
With the mixbowl beside her, Dianne kneels sideways on the bench, placing her breasts at level, which action brings her small nipples, barely larger than her daughter's, just clear of the water. Across the tub, Jenny's knowing giggles draw nothing more than a withering glance from her mother. Not that it has much effect.
Each time Dianne passes the bong to me, she rises right up on to her knees, placing her handful-sized breasts, exactly on a level with my eyes, and she remains in that position the whole time I am drawing the sweet intoxicating smoke into my lungs, waiting until I pass the bong back, before she subsides to her heels. Except for a brief shocked silence the first time, this too earns a naughty giggle from a delighted Jenny each time it happens.
The moment the bong is set aside, Jenny shoots across the water, and moulds her buttocks to my groin so firmly that you could take a plaster cast of the impression I left there. Smirking knowingly, she lets me push her away.
"Well? Did you find out what you wanted to know?" Dianne asks her suddenly blushing daughter dryly, seemingly too stoned to be that worried anymore.
"Yeah!" the naughty ten-year-old all but filling my lap giggles while my ears burn.
"Good. Let me catch you doing that again, and you'll wish I'd sent you to your room for a month," Dianne tells Jenny firmly enough to leave no doubt in her mind. Fortunately, it seems that while she is quite stoned enough to see most things as a joke, she isn't so far gone as to have completely lost her sense of perspective.
"O.K. Mummy," Jenny says, "I won't let you catch me."
"I give up," Dianne laughs, "Do you want her? She's going cheap."
"No, thank you," I chuckle, "three hours a week is too much already. However, if *I* catch her, she might just wish you'd gotten hold of her first."
"Well, how do you plan to weasel out of that?" Dianne asks.
"I guess I'll just have to find someone else," Jenny giggles, obviously not meaning it.
"Do *that* and you'll wish your father had gotten hold of you first," Dianne chuckles, "And since I know you'll keep on doing it anyway, please do confine your teasing to Greg until you're a bit older."
"Oh, thanks!" I cry, my voice heavy with sarcasm, while Jenny shakes with laughter, "That I did *not* need. She was more than bad enough already."
"You'll survive," Dianne grins, adding more seriously, "And I think you can live with it better than the possible alternatives."
"That's a low-down dirty trick," I chuckle.
"I knew you'd appreciate it," Dianne replies mirthfully, "Now how about that rub down?"
"I don't know if I want to any more," I say, "What's in it for me?"
"How would you like for us to return the favour?" she asks.
"I guess that will do for a down payment," I grin, "We'll talk about the rest once little big ears has gone to bed."
"Greg!" Dianne scolds laughingly.
"You're naughty," Jenny giggles, "I'm telling Daddy."
"Not if I drown you first," I chuckle, giving her just enough time to appreciate my words and try to escape, before rolling under the surface and taking her with me.
Leaving her gasping in the middle of the tub, I step up onto the deck and hold out my hand to Dianne, "Shall we go?"
"Why not?" she grins, accepting my proffered hand, and allowing me to haul her up onto the deck. "Let's just get this out of harm's way," She picks up the smoking paraphernalia and puts it on the table.
"Are you coming?" I ask of a still glaring Jenny.
Switching to a grin, she replies, "Of course, I've got to make sure you don't molest my mummy."
From near the table Dianne adds a mirthful, "Much."
"I think I might just start running now," I say, "Tony can bring my stuff around when he gets back."
"Chicken," Dianne giggles.
"Brrrk, buk-buk, brrrrrrk," is Jenny's mirthful contribution, as she skips out of range.
When Dianne climbs up onto the massage table a few minutes later, she makes it pretty clear that she expects the same treatment as Jenny, not even waiting for me to begin, before she compresses the already narrow back of her suit into her butt crack. (Interesting, still no sign of a tan line.) However, I still ask, "The works?" just to be sure.
"Hold the anchovies," she says in a crude but oblique reference to the only prohibition. Jenny's naughty giggle indicates that it hadn't been oblique enough.
"Children these days," Dianne sighs.
Within a few seconds of my going to work on her legs, Dianne begins making little noises of contentment, occasionally grunting softly when I find a hard knot and dig it out with my thumbs. Then when I strip my hands down her leg, she lets out a surprised, "Ohhhh!" of pleasure. Apart from a tiny snort, Jenny manages to contain her amusement.
A snigger, however, does escape when I trace the well-defined crease running across the tops of her mother's thighs. And another when I allow my hands to travel up over the twin, milk coffee-toned globes of her behind. As my thumbs dig into the soft, resilient flesh, I strike a larger than usual, hard lump, and Dianne hisses with pain. "Ouch, that's where I hit the deck out there."
"Do you want me to skip it, or try to work some of it out?" I ask, noticing for the first time the slight discoloration blooming beneath her tan.
"Oh, work on it, please, or I'll hardly be able to walk by the morning."
As I go to work with my thumbs, working out from the centre with smooth, firm strokes, Dianne releases occasional hisses of pain, but otherwise makes no complaint, and within a minute or so, even these fade as the clots forming beneath her skin break up. By the time I finish, the flesh immediately beneath her skin has taken on a slightly mushy texture, but the hard underlying muscular knot is gone. And while her bruise might a shade or two darker for my efforts, she will be able to get around with considerably less discomfort.
Interrupted by dealing with her bruise, I start again at the bottom with my massage of her delightful arse. At the top, I have to fold down the waistband of her bikini in order to get at the two pressure points at the top of her buttocks, and when I dig my thumbs into the nerves, I notice that there is a slight catch in the muscular ripple that travels up on either side of her spine. Though her pleased cry of "Oh!" is evidence that it was still enjoyable.
"Lift your head and look straight ahead," I instruct her. "I need to check something."
While she does so, I tuck my thumbs beneath my hand and run the sides of my forefingers down her spine, detecting a minute displacement to the left, just where the glitch had occurred. Placing the outside of the heel of my right hand to the left of the affected vertebrae, I strike firmly against my thumb and forefinger with the heel of the other hand, feeling rather than hearing the slight click that follows.
"Oh!" Dianne gasps, "Ohhh! That's been niggling at me for days. Thank you."
"You're welcome," I say as I search out the nerve points and press to check that everything is as it should be.
"Oh, wow!""I'll give you half an hour to quit that, you masher," she cries happily.
"I wouldn't recommend it," I chuckle. "At least not in present company. I did that to my sister once, and the result was, shall we say, very interesting to watch, and quite noisy."
"Did she hit you or kiss you?" Dianne asks, sounding merry. Jenny just sounds plain naughty.
"Both," I chuckle. "I got belted for laughing, and kissed for the other."
"You *really* are going to have to give Tony some lessons," she says.
"I'd be happy to," I reply, adding with a grin as I look at her still exposed bottom, "Is there any part of your exterior anatomy that isn't tanned?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she giggles.
"I know," puts in Jenny mischievously.
"Don't you dare," Dianne threatens laughingly, while at the same time I say, "So tell me."
"Okay, mummy," Jenny agrees dutifully, while shaking her head in answer for me.
"You'll pay for that," Dianne says menacingly, having seen her daughter's naughty head shake. To me, she says, "My gymnasium has private tanning booths, and with this suit, if anything slipped, I'd look striped."
"Okay, roll over," I instruct when I finish her neck and shoulders a few minutes later.
Chuckling, "You just want to look at my boobs," she rolls onto her back.
The aforementioned appurtenances surprise me slightly by remaining firm, rounded chocolate-capped domes, even under the full influence of gravity. A few seconds later, Dianne giggles naughtily, "See Jenny, he's staring at my boobs."
Rather than giving her the satisfaction of hearing a basically insincere apology, I simply say, "See Jenny, if this were your average *pneumatic* blonde, her boobs would be spread all over her chest by the time she was your mother's age."
"And her *orifice* days would be over," Jenny says lewdly.
Dianne gives me a long hard look, after an initial bark of laughter, but I can truthfully say, "Don't look at me, she came up with that one all on her own."
Shaking her head, Dianne subsides back to the pad.
As I close on the tops of her thighs, it becomes apparent to me that the only hair beneath her bikini might be a stray one from her head. Between her slightly parted thighs, Dianne's mature labia fill her flesh-colored suit so exactly that it is obvious that it was professionally fitted. Toward the front, where the cloth smoothly covers the remainder of her pussy, a slight indentation runs unbroken to within two inches of her waistband.
As I go to work at the very tops of her thighs, my prick stirs once again, lengthening to point towards my right hip. This time, however, Dianne's better-fitted suit remains firmly in place as I pull up and out, and when I pass onwards, there is little to show beyond a very slight deepening of the shadow marking her bare cleft. And she gives me a strange look, which passes on to Jenny, as I look up.
When I reach her chest, I note with some amusement that her nipples already stand partially erect in anticipation of what is to come. Nor does this observation escape Jenny, who mischievously whispers, "Mummy's feeling sexy."
"The correct word is horny," I chuckle, much to Dianne's embarrassment. "And don't bother saying it," I continue as she opens her mouth to speak.
Modifying my technique to suit her larger, though still small, breasts, I circle them with my hands and gently squeeze as I draw upwards, trapping only her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. And when I do it again, I discover that her nipples have stiffened fully.
Giving her lovely breasts just one more kneading squeeze to match what I'd done to Jenny, I pass on to her shoulders and face, and finish with a long drawing pass down the full length of her body.
"Please, sir, may I have some more?" Dianne asks piteously when I finish.
"I'll assume that means I get to live," I chuckle while lowering myself to a seat.
"For now," she allows.
"I still reckon we should sell Daddy and keep him," Jenny giggles, "Even if he does win sometimes."
"No, I've invested too much time and effort in your father. But if you can hang on to him until you're sixteen, you can keep him."
"That's easy," Jenny brags, "Let's get his pants off, and I'll show you how."
"Jenny!" Dianne and I both gasp simultaneously.
"Who's got the gutter minds now, huh?" she giggles.
"So what was it you had in mind?" Dianne asks a trifle warily.
"I was just going to give him his back rub," Jenny says. "He's got to have something on underneath. Otherwise, we could use him for a sundial."
"Jenny!" Dianne laughs.
"I'd concede the point if I were you," I chuckle, as once again I feel my ears burn.
"I do," she chuckles. "Now did she make a fair guess, and if so, is it safe to liberate you from those monstrosities?"
"Depends on what you mean by safe," I grin, "But if you mean opaque, then yes."
"In that case, get your gear off, and we'll show you what we can do."
"Promith?"
"More like a threat if you don't behave."
"Yeth mithtreth," I grin, pulling out the drawstring of my shorts and loosening it, to let them fall with a wet splat to the floor.
Jenny's eyes fix hungrily on my groin, but without the tactile stimulation of touching female flesh to keep me up, the heat has done its work, and beyond the usual bulge seen on the beach throughout the summer, there is nothing to be seen. And a few seconds later, nothing, as I climb up onto the table and lie down.
Did I say nothing? Two small hands grip the back of my suit and with considerably more force than necessary, give me a wedgie. "Oooh," she giggles, "it really is a hairy bum."
Jenny pulls the lower bench toward the centre of the sauna, and climbs up onto it, making it possible for her to get properly above my body. A moment later, two pretty ladies go to work on my body. As they work, I occasionally give them a little advice or tell them to dig a little harder at a particularly troublesome spot. Maybe it was a stern look from her mother, but Jenny fails to giggle as expected when she begins to mould the flesh of my right buttock.
Then when it comes time to 'ripple' my back, I instruct them on how to locate the small depression in the underlying bone which indicates where to push. It takes Dianne a couple of one-sided attempts to get it right. Jenny, however, solves the symmetry problem by climbing up onto the table and straddling my legs, getting it right on her first attempt, and then just to prove that it wasn't a fluke, she sends a few more pleasurable ripples up my spine. And one or two also, elsewhere.
Fearing a mess (which in truth is highly unlikely, after all, my sister's fingers had been rather busy at the same time), Dianne restrains her naughtily giggling daughter, and they resume their slow progress up my back.
By the time it is time to turn over, my prick has made a half-hearted attempt at rising, and I hesitate for a few seconds before deciding what the hell. Of course, Jenny's eyes are immediately drawn to the slight ridge that has begun to form. "I think we're doing a good job, Mummy," she giggles.
"And the fun is just beginning," Dianne chuckles, instead of scolding.
Jenny's work on the front of my legs is a little perfunctory to begin with, her hands moving ahead of her mother's in her eagerness to get to the good bits, and her Dianne has to restrain her with a quick word of caution. Giggling, Jenny subsides.
When a minute later, their fingers reach the tops of my legs, it is Dianne's thumb which accidentally(?) caresses my balls, causing an involuntary twitch and a slight tightening of my garment. A turn of events which delights Jenny no end. By the time they leave the area and move onto my stomach, there is no doubt there is something stirring within my speedos, and Jenny is continuously glancing backwards for another peek, an ailment to which her mother is not entirely immune.
Then when my nipples erect, when they copy the technique I'd used on Jenny, she becomes surprised enough to forget, at least temporarily, about my prick. "Wow," she giggles, "I didn't know boy's boobs did that."
"Well, now you do," Dianne chuckles.
A couple of minutes later, they finish with my face, and I feel them position their hands for the final run down my body. Naughtily, Jenny tries to take my speedos with her as she passes over them, but fortunately, is defeated by the drawstring, holding them in place. The only reward for her efforts being a small tuft of hair.
"Good try, but no cigar," I grin at her slightly disappointed expression.
"Well, it was worth a shot," she giggles.
"Would it be worth a month in solitary, if you'd succeeded?" Dianne chuckles.
"Won't know till I do," Jenny replies mischievously.
"I think it's past your bedtime, young lady," Dianne says, lifting my hand to check my watch. "Sugar, eleven o'clock. Way past your bedtime! It's a quick soak and off you go."
"But I'm not tired," Jenny objects, "Can't I stay up a bit longer, please?" She turns her eyes on me in an eloquent appeal for my intervention.
"I think it's probably time we all packed it in," I say instead. "But if you're quick, I *might* stick around long enough to do your hair."
Seeing that this is the best she'll get from me, she turns to her mother, "Is that all right?"
"Well, since he's not going anywhere anyway," Dianne says, "I guess I can stretch a point and let you stay up long enough for that."
"Huh?" I ask.
"He's staying here?" is Jenny's excited response.
"You've had too much of a good thing for me to let you drive home, so you can stay in the spare room," Dianne says. "Besides, we haven't finished the mix yet."
After a quick soak in the hot tub, we each separate to various bathrooms, Dianne telling me that I can use one of the robes in the downstairs bathroom to save having to dress.Being both male and closest, I'm the first to enter the family room. Strangely, Dianne is the next to enter. She is wearing a silk housecoat, which gapes open enough to reveal the matching silk button-down pajamas beneath.
She also surprises me by handing me a hairbrush and sitting herself on the floor between my feet. And when Jenny enters a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of plain white underwear and a naughty smile, she finds her mother occupying the place she'd considered her own.
"And just where is your nightgown?" Dianne asks, not really pleased, but neither does she seem too concerned.
"Under my pillow," the naughty girl giggles, "I'm treating him like he belongs here too."
"Point taken," Dianne chuckles resignedly, "Now go get the bong and stuff from outside and bring them here."
Pleased with her victory, hollow as it is considering the fact that she is now more completely covered than she has been for most of the evening, Jenny dashes from the room, returning to announce, "I locked up and turned the lights and stuff off too," as she hands over the objects she'd been sent to collect. Then, selecting a book to read, Jenny parks herself directly opposite us, and crossing her legs in a tailor-fashion, settles down to wait her turn.
"Do you think that might be deliberate?" Dianne asks in a soft whisper, drawing my attention to what I'm trying to ignore. Seated like this, the fabric of her daughter's underwear is stretched so tightly as to reveal in almost complete detail every nook, fold, and crease of her hairless, juvenile pudenda.
"I don't want to know," I chuckle softly, adding a little more loudly, "But from the smirk, I'm afraid that it is."
"I'm afraid you're right," Dianne agrees in a tone intended to carry just far enough, "What do you think I should do about it?"
"Oh, a creative application of a hairbrush might do the trick," I suggest.
"Can't, they're spank-proof," Jenny says, looking up from her book just long enough to speak.
"Well, since they might as well not be there anyway, I don't see any problems with removing them," Dianne says, adding as she twists to look up at me, "Do you?"
"None whatsoever," I grin. "But then again, she might just be subscribing to the notion that little girls should be obscene, but not heard."
"I don't know whether to groan or bust you one for that crack," She says, once she has recovered her voice enough to speak, and is able to be heard above the noise of the giggling hyena rolling about opposite.
"Well, she certainly cracked up over it," I murmur sotto voce.
This time she does groan. "That is not punny."
"Oh, you're a pundit now," I reply. "What are you going to do *pun*ish me?"
"Worse," She replies, "I won't."
"Well now," I murmur, "That sounds interesting."
"Shut up and smoke your pipe."
As I hasten to comply, Jenny takes up station opposite us once again, but this time, perched on a footstool, with her knees primly pressed together. The contrast between her stiff, maiden great-aunt posture, and her almost complete lack of attire, proves too much for Dianne, who rolls to the floor helpless with laughter, narrowly avoiding the not quite empty mixbowl by her hip.
As I bend to rescue it, I make the interesting discovery that her short pajama pants conceal nothing but herself, and at this point in time fail miserably at even that task. With a perfect view up the inside of her leg, I briefly glimpse a pair of nicely formed pussy lips. Tanned, hairless lips that almost completely close over her inner labia, leaving visible only two finely scalloped ridges. Even the color would do credit to a teenager, barely darker than the tan of her outer lips, with a hair-thin light coral pink seam between them.
As she rolls to her side, I tear my eyes away, lifting them to find Jenny watching me with a naughty half-smile on her lips. "I think she cracked up this time," Jenny says loudly enough to cut through her mother's laughter.
Suddenly made aware of her somewhat inadequate attire, Dianne rockets upright, throwing me a half-hopeful, half-embarrassed glance. "Definitely stolen," I grin, shifting the balance to the red-faced side of the equation, "You do realize that body snatching is a serious offense?"
Crimson-featured, but also looking very pleased, Dianne giggles like a schoolgirl as she carefully tucks her housecoat back around her body and leans back between my knees. "Have you finished with that pipe yet?" she asks severely.
"No, sorry," I say, handing her the mixbowl, "I was too busy rescuing this."
"Too busy picking your eyeballs up off the floor's more like it," Jenny giggles. "Now hurry up, I want my turn."
By the time I finish Dianne's hair a few minutes later, the mix is finished, and Jenny shows the first sign of tiredness, yawning hugely, as she tugs the footstool into place between my knees. And by the time I finish with her, about the only thing keeping her upright is those knees.
"She's been out like a light for the last ten minutes or so," Dianne chuckles, "If you'll bring her, I'll get her bed ready."
Now, about the only thing harder than picking up a sleeping child is doing the same to a sleeping cat, and the difference is too small to be worth mentioning. Dianne looks on with amusement as I fumble around with Jenny's boneless body for several seconds, before finally getting her settled on my hip with one hand supporting her shoulders, the other cupped under her bottom.
"Wa's happenin'?" she whispers muzzily into my neck as I mount the first of the stairs.
"You're going to bed," I reply.
Even in her half-somnolent state, she can't resist, "You too?"
"Let's ask your mother and see," I tease.
"O.K.," she giggles softly.
"Forget it, kid," I grin, "We're both sleeping alone tonight."
"Meanie," she pouts, "My bed gets cold at night."
"Privation is good for the soul," I reply sententiously. "Besides, the way you thrash around, I'd probably wake up on the floor with a black eye. No thanks."
"Do not," she giggles.
"Do to," I retort.
"I see, she's recovered enough to tease you," Dianne chuckles, stepping back from the bed after turning down the sheets.
"I think she'd figure out a way to do it three days dead," I grin, bending over and allowing her to fall with a squeal to the mattress.
"Tuck me in, please, Greg," she pleads, her little girl voice at complete odds to the deliberately provocative way in which she lifts one leg at a time and slowly slides them under the sheets.
Chuckling softly, I draw the sheets and duvet up under her chin and, holding them tight across her shoulders, I give her a little shake. "There. Happy?" I ask.
"Don't I get a kiss?" she simpers, and not waiting for me to answer nor get out of reach, she lifts her arms from beneath the bedclothes, pushing them down to below her chest, and pulls me down to her waiting face.
The kiss I receive is soft, sweet, and lingering, and also entirely inappropriate for a girl of her age. When finally released a few seconds later, I find myself staring at two tiny, stiff-nippled breasts. Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I turn a slightly shamefaced glance toward an amused Dianne.
"Goodnight," Jenny says, all sweetly innocent, as she rolls onto her side and pulls the bedclothes under her chin as she snuggles into the pillow.
"Go to sleep," I growl.
"Goodnight, honey," Dianne replies.
"Well, that certainly looked interesting," Dianne chuckles, as she pulls the door to, "Are you giving her lessons in that too?"
"I don't need to," I mutter darkly, "She has entirely too much natural talent as it is."
"Oh, poor man," she grins, "Is a little, ten-year-old girl too much for you?"
"Way too much sometimes," I chuckle.
"What about her mother?" Dianne asks, with just a hint of suggestiveness, "Would I be too much for you?"
"Oh, entirely," I joke, trying to dispel the suddenly charged atmosphere.
"You're entirely too principled for your own good," she mutters softly.
As we part at the door to the room I will be using, Dianne asks softly, "What would you have done if I'd actually invited you to my room?"
"Asked you to repeat the invitation in the morning, when you weren't recreationally enhanced."
"You are too much of a bloody gentleman, do you know that?" She says, half admiringly, half exasperated, "You know damned well I wouldn't even consider it then."
"I know," I reply softly. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight. And thank you."
***
Always a light sleeper when in a strange bed, I'm woken by the sensation of my bedclothes creeping stealthily downwards. Running a quick catalog of what I am wearing, I recall that I'd climbed into bed with both my jocks and footy knicks on. So, maintaining my pretense of sleep, I wait.
"Oh, damn!" she mutters when she finally discovers that all her efforts had been for naught.
"Disappointed?" I ask mildly, allowing my eyes to open.
Uttering a small squeal of shock, she lets my blankets fall across the tops of my legs as she jumps guiltily backwards. I am, however, pleased to note that she has slipped on a nightgown, even if it is a little on the filmy side, and only just covers the tops of her thighs. "Don't do that!" she squeaks.
"Well, you shouldn't have done what you did," I reply, "It's a major invasion of privacy and, in its own way, nearly as bad as many of the things I've told you about."
"I'm sorry," she mumbles contritely, "I didn't think."
"Oh, well. There's no harm done. So, we'll say no more about it," I say, sitting up and leaning back against a pillow against the headboard. "That's a nice nightgown you've got on."
"Do you like it?" she squeaks happily, "Mummy got it for me when we got my new undies."
"It's very sexy," I say, telling her what she wants to hear.
"It's got sexy knickers with it too.""'See?' she says naughtily.
She lifts the frilly hem of her misty blue nightie to reveal a pair of matching, almost transparent knickers. Not quite form-fitting, they still give tantalizing shadowy hints of the sweet little mound that is barely hidden beneath them. As she performs a slow pirouette, her bottom comes into view, fully clad and not at all hidden.
"Yes, I see," I chuckle. "Why didn't you hand them in with the rest?"
"'Cause they're not really undies," she giggles.
"I think you might have been stretching a point keeping them *unde*clared, since they're *unde*niably sexy."
"Ouch, and double ouch," she giggles. "You got me right here, and here." She raises the hem of her nightie to her chin.
"I think that'll do," I chuckle. "I can see more than enough."
Giggling, she lets her nightie fall and jumps up onto the bed, positioning herself cross-legged at my feet. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, the fabric of her knickers remains loose enough to provide nothing more than hints as to what delights are hidden, if barely, beneath.
Even so, I comment, "I'll bet those aren't spank-proof."
"Want to try and see?" she giggles, putting one hand down as if in preparation to turn.
"I think I'll pass," I chuckle, and asking, "What time is it?"
"A bit after seven," Jenny says, as I at the same time lift my watch to look.
Then just as I look away, I catch sight of the date, and a quick count back by sevens confirms my first thought. With my own mother dead of cancer for nearly fifteen years, it hadn't really crossed my mind that I'd been accepting a dinner invitation on the eve of Mother's Day, even though I help my niece celebrate with her mother.
"Jenny," I ask, "do you know what day this is?"
"Oh, it's Mother's Day!" she exclaims. "I almost forgot."
"You've remembered now and that's all that matters," I say. "What time does she usually get up on a Sunday?"
"'Bout eight thirty, but she might get up a bit earlier since you're here."
"In that case, we've got about three quarters of an hour to make her breakfast in bed," I say, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "Pass me that robe and let's get moving."
Jenny hands me the robe hanging on the bedpost, and we go to investigate the kitchen. "So what does she like?" I ask.
"Oh, anything," Jenny replies. "We gave her eggs on toast last year. She really likes pancakes though."
"Okay. Pancakes it is," I say. "We need flour, milk, and an egg. Oh, and some vinegar, since we should have started last night."
As Jenny looks out the ingredients, I poke around for the necessary utensils. Then after helping her to mix up the batter, and splashing in a little vinegar, I say, "We need to leave that stand a bit for the milk to sour. So let's see what flowers we can find while we wait. And you'd better get something to put on, or the neighbors will be complaining."
"Yuck, sour milk," Jenny says with a grimace.
"Not like in off," I reassure her. "Just a bit sour, so they come out nice and fluffy."
Reassured, Jenny disappears and returns a few moments later wearing a terry robe that matches mine, though better suited to her size. Out in the garden, I allow Jenny to make the selections, only intervening to ensure that she cuts the stems long enough and doesn't damage the plants. I also leave her to arrange them in a vase while I heat a pan and warm the oven.
However, once that is done, I step back to allow her to do the cooking. Though I do step in when she seems to consider trying the approved method for turning pancakes. "Uh-uh, use the egg lifter. The idea is to make things easier for your mother on Mother's Day, not leave her with a kitchen to clean."
Giggling her agreement, Jenny flips the pancake manually, and a little later, slides it onto the plate warming in the oven. Keeping an eye on Jenny, I begin making up the tray, with two varieties of jam in small crystal pots, a couple of lemon wedges, and some sugar. I also warm a small teapot and boil the kettle as eight o'clock approaches.
At five past eight, Jenny finishes arranging the tray to her satisfaction, and it plus a lap table are carried up the stairs. Then once Jenny has collected her gift, I put everything in her hands, and reach over her shoulder to knock at the door. Once the direction to "Come in" is given, I open the door and step back.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mummy," Jenny says.
"Darling, thank you," Dianne replies. "I'd forgotten all about it. And what's this? Pancakes. How lovely."
"I made them myself," Jenny declares proudly. "And picked the flowers. Greg just told me what to do."
"Greg," she calls, "come in here. I want to thank you too."
I enter to find Dianne sitting up in bed, the lap table already across her knees, and Jenny perched on the edge of the bed beside her. "This really is thoughtful," she says. "Thank you very much."
"That's okay," I say deprecatingly. "Apart from the tea, my role was almost entirely supervisory."
"You still helped Jenny do something she couldn't do on her own. For that I thank you," she says. "Now come here so I can thank you properly."
"Phew!" I say, stepping back from a soft, lingering, prick-twitching kiss, complete with a naughty tracing of my lips with her tongue. "Now I know where Jenny gets it from. I should warn you though, I bite unauthorized tongues."
"She hasn't?" Dianne asks, half-shocked, half-amused. There's no need for me to answer the question, however, as Jenny's red-faced giggle tells all.
"Terrible child," Dianne chuckles. "You're lucky you're in my good books right now. Now go put some clothes on, and let me eat my breakfast in peace."
"You've got to open your present first," Jenny cries.
"Of course, how thoughtless of me," Dianne apologizes, picking up the card and reading it. "That is lovely," she says sincerely. "Now I think that deserves another kiss."
Having delivered said reward, she takes up the parcel and does a creditable imitation of an eager young child at Christmas, tearing away the wrapping paper to get at the plain unadorned box beneath. Lifting the lid, she looks inside and cries out in shocked surprise, "Oh, Honey, you shouldn't have!" as she lifts out a gossamer-thin, pale blue, silk negligee.
"I wanted to get you something sexy, instead of stupid chocolates like I always do," Jenny says.
"Which you then eat anyway," Dianne chuckles. "But, Honey, this is way too much."
"It's from Daddy too, because he's sorry he couldn't be here today, and he picked it out for me, but I still paid for half of it."
"And just how did you manage that since you haven't had any money for two weeks?" Dianne asks.
"I got lots of negative dollars," Jenny giggles, making me chuckle as well.
"Ah, it's a maths thing," I reply in answer to Dianne's questioning look. "Tony obviously loaned her the money, hence the negative dollars."
"Are you going to put it on, Mummy?" Jenny asks eagerly.
"Ah, I think we might wait until I can model it for your father, darling," Dianne says with a blushing chuckle. "After all, it's his present too."
"Too chicken to let Greg see it, huh?" Jenny giggles.
"That too," Dianne admits laughingly. "Now I think I should eat this lovely breakfast before it goes cold."
"Kiss first," Jenny grins.
"Okay," Dianne agrees. "Whew!" she giggles a few seconds later. "That is quite some talent, and definitely not the way to kiss your mother. Now git."
We git.
Instead of allowing me to turn off at the top of the stairs to collect my bag and clothes from the downstairs bathroom, Jenny tows me the rest of the way down the hall to her bedroom and shuts the door with me on the inside. "Somehow or other, I don't think this was what your mother had in mind," I say firmly.
"Chicken," she giggles, opening the door for me to escape into the hall beyond. "Wait out there while I put some undies on, then, and then you can help me choose what to wear to Gran and Grandad's."
As on the first day, the door fails to close, leaving me with a two-inch gap that, with the aid of the mirror, allows me to see almost a third of the room, just by moving my head a few inches. And although I know that I shouldn't do it, I remain in place, waiting for any glimpses that might eventuate.
As I watch, Jenny passes out of sight, and a moment later the room floods with light as she opens the curtains. A moment later, she reappears in the gap and rummages through her dresser drawer for a few seconds before tossing a pair of knickers on the end of the bed. Once more, she disappears, this time behind the door, and a number of different garments are tossed beside the knickers. A moment later, her nightie, and then the pants follow. Then just as I decide that I'll see nothing beyond her hand as she reaches for the knickers, Jenny walks back to the dresser and, completely naked, begins to brush out her long, lustrous hair.
With just a slight tilt of my head, I can either look at her pert, white buttocks directly or, more interestingly, almost her entire front from the knees up, with only her left arm and a portion of her hip cut off by the edge of the mirror. What draws my gaze, though, is the small, cleft mound that, up until now, I have seen only in brief flashes. Seemingly about two inches high, from the base to the top of her slit, twin completely hairless lips press firmly together, forming an upside-down triangular mound.
As I continue to watch, Jenny sets her brush down and lifts her hands to the tiny hillocks on her chest. At first, she seems much like my sister had been at that stage in her development, cupping them as well as is possible given their size, then pinching her nipples to erection and turning sideways to look at them in profile.Suddenly, I realize that her eyes are not directed at her chest, where they should be, but directly toward the reflection of the gap in the door, and therefore at me.
While I guiltily debate, moving and confirming my presence, Jenny turns and picks up the knickers she'd tossed on the bed earlier, and pulls them on. "Okay, you can come in now," she giggles.
I take a couple of seconds to compose myself, then push the door open, and leaving it open, perch on the end of her bed. "You were peeking," she accuses me merrily.
"Was I?"
"I saw you in the mirror," she giggles.
"I think you meant me to see you in the mirror," I retort, and her sudden blush indicates that I am right on the mark.
"I suppose I did," she admits naughtily, "So how come you went outside in the first place?"
"Mainly because I didn't want to take the chance of being caught in here with you when you didn't have any clothes on," I reply, "Which is why your door is wide open right now."
"Even though you saw me with only my undies on last night, and Mummy didn't care?"
"Even so," I reply, "Parents of young girls do *not* like closed doors, especially bedroom ones, when there is a boy involved."
"There's another reason too," I add with a naughty chuckle of my own, "Peeking's a lot more fun than just looking. However, you should only do it when you know the other person doesn't mind."
"I think it was more fun letting you peek too," she giggles, "Because I don't think I would have played with my boobs like that if you were in here with me."
"I'm sure you wouldn't have," I reply, "You can do a lot that you wouldn't normally do if you can pretend that nobody's watching, that's why you stopped once you knew, that I knew, that you knew."
"I guess so," she nods, "I could have kept going, but it wouldn't have been the same."
"And there's the real secret to being sexy, instead of looking like a slut," I say, "So long as both of you can pretend that the other one doesn't know, it's sexy."
"What about when, you know? You're getting ready to do stuff?" she asks. "And what about last night?"
"Let's take last night first," I say, "I suppose you mean what your mother did in the spa?" She nods. "Well, since we all knew that it was just teasing, your mother could pretend to act like a bit of a slut. As for the other, well, let's just say that the only rule apart from not hurting other people, is that there are no rules."
"I guess that means that it's really the pretending that's important," Jenny says after a short pause, "So long as you're pretending, it's sexy, but when you stop it's serious."
"Yes, that's a pretty good approximation," I agree, "But you still have to be careful, because not everybody agrees on where the pretending begins and stops, and that's where you can get into trouble. And you don't have to stop pretending, just because it's become serious - seriously fun that is - in fact, pretending can make it a lot more fun."
"Now let's get you dressed, before your mother finishes her breakfast."
"Oh yeah," she giggles, "I want you to make me look sexy."
"With you that's easy," I chuckle, "I think the hard trick would be to do the opposite. Now what kind of sexy would the mademoiselle require? A little bit sexy, quite sexy, or busted zippers."
"That last one sounds like fun," she giggles, "but Mummy would chuck a fit. How about quite sexy, but like I didn't know it."
"Ah-ha, the sexy innocent," I say, "That is in this year, and very you. Well, if first the mademoiselle would stand and let me look at her, then the Great Gregori would know what he should do."
Giggling, Jenny stands before me and slowly turns. Her hands on her hips, which in turn are slightly thrust forward. "No, no, that will not do," I cry in mock horror, "The arms, they must be loose, and you should stand straight, since you know not what you are. There, that is much better," I continue as she adjusts her stance.
"Now, since the weather is cool, I think we should cover almost everything, while yet we ensure that much is visible. First the legs, I think the tights, they are in order, and since the knickers, they are dark, then the tights, they should be white."
"I got some of those," Jenny giggles, "really thin ones."
"That would be perfect," I say, "If the mademoiselle, she would get them, we will begin."
Jenny rummages in a drawer for a few seconds, and produces a balled handful of fine white cloth. "Here," she holds them out to me.
"No, no," I cry, "The Great Gregori, he is no ladies' maid, he is an artist. If the mademoiselle, she would don her garment, then the Great Gregori, he will consider the next stage in his creation."
By now Jenny is giggling almost too hard to get her foot into her tights, and it takes her several seconds to calm down enough to stand and pull them up to her hips.
"Ah, that is perfect, for if the mademoiselle were so unfortunate as to allow an eye to alight where it should not, then the color of her undergarment, would be most apparent. Next, the Great Gregori, he believes the white t-shirt is best, but it should be fitting like a second skin."
Jenny quickly retrieves a plain white t-shirt and slips it on over her head, and indeed it does fit her like a second skin, making the budding hillocks of her tiny breasts very apparent. "Ah, the Great Gregori, he is a genius, his every creation a work of art. Now is the time to hide that which should be hidden, for this, the short skirt of blue jeans."
A blue denim almost mini-skirt is quickly produced and snugged into place on her hips.
"The hair, she is next, for that is the first that many will see, and that, that will establish the appearance of innocence. For this, the Great Gregori, he will do the work that is required."
Taking up her hairbrush, I pull her hair back into a ponytail, setting it fairly high on the back of her head, and fastening it in place with a plain white scrunchie from the top of her dresser.
"And finally, the overcoat, have we a zipper jacket that covers the hips but not the thighs?"
Since I can see exactly what I am referring to in her wardrobe, the question is required only to remain in character.
As Jenny slips on the two-tone grey jacket, we are both surprised by Dianne's voice ringing out from the doorway. "Bravo," she cries, clapping her hands, "Bravo."
"Mummy!" Jenny squeaks, blushing bright crimson, "How long have you been there?"
"Since he told you to put on your own tights," Dianne chuckles, "That was quite a performance, Greg."
Dianne's apparent good humor notwithstanding, I decide that if I am to go, I will do so with style. "The madam is too kind," I say, taking her hand and bowing low over it, "The Gregori, he is but a poor craftsman, blessed with such exquisite material, that even he can do no wrong."
"What happened to the *great* Gregori?" she chuckles, retrieving her hand.
"Ah, that would be presumptuous when he is trying to impress you with his humble nature."
"Enough," she giggles, "I'm going to need hip boots and a shovel if you keep that up much longer. How on earth did you manage to keep that, (Now you've got me doing it.) that accent up for so long?"
"Practice," I chuckle, "Lots of practice. My niece loves it, and insists that I do it whenever I do hers or her mother's hair, and also when I dressed her, when she was younger."
"I'm not quite sure that this was what I had in mind when I said she could practice on you. I mean, putting up with her shenanigans is one thing, but instructing her in how to best go about it. Well, I ask you."
"Well, since I have to put up with her *shenanigans*, the sooner they are over the better," I say, adding with a grin, "Is that a sufficiently facile rationalization to get me off the hook?"
"You are a terrible person, Greg Parry," she chuckles.
"I think you've told me that before," I grin.
"Hey, I just look like a little girl," Jenny bewails, having taken a proper look at herself in the mirror.
"Sorry," I say with a glance towards Dianne, continuing with my very fake French accent, "If the mademoiselle would care to put her hands in her pockets, and to part the front of her overcoat."
"Oh, I see," she giggles, turning and thrusting out her chest, to admire herself in profile.
"No, no," I cry, "The mademoiselle, she cannot call the attention to the boobies like that, the mademoiselle, she must not know she has the boobies."
"I think I'm getting it," Jenny says, "I want to make it look like I don't know that I'm sexy, and that makes me look even sexier. That's why you made me put on different colored tights to my undies, so that when I sit on the floor with my legs crossed, people just think that I don't know they should be the same color."
"The mademoiselle, she should not sit in such a fashion," I cry in horror, "but yes, if such an unfortunate event came to pass, that is the effect the Great Gregori wishes to create."
She looks down at her feet, and asks, "What shoes should I put on?"
"Mademoiselle may choose from the shiny black or the sandshoes. But the Great Gregori, he recommends the sandshoes, the shiny black, he says 'I am too innocent.'"
"That would just spoil it," Jenny says in understanding, "I want to look like I just put on my normal clothes and I didn't know they made me look sexy."
"Exactly like I explained with the makeup," I say, dropping the accent, "The best makeup is the makeup that you can not see."
"Have you quite finished?" Dianne says with a laugh, "She was quite corrupt enough without your help."
"Madam, you wrong me," I say with mock hurt, "for behold, a daughter as innocent as any you could hope to see."
"Who leaves a trail of zipper shrapnel behind her everywhere she goes," Dianne chuckles, much to the delight of her daughter.
"Hey, I got both my choices."Jenny giggles. "Innocent sexpot, *and* busted zippers."
"That's good," I say, "because if you dress and act like a slut, you have the boys thinking about what they would like to do *to* you, and if you're sexy, they think about what they'd like to do *with* you. It might not seem like much of a distinction, but it's a very real one."
"Uh-huh." Jenny nods in understanding, idly swinging her hands back and forth in her pockets.
Suddenly the corners of her lips curl up in a mischievous smile. "Hey, watch what happens when I do this," she cries, exaggerating the motions of her hands. "It makes my boobs pop up and that makes me even sexier."
Indeed, the friction of the jacket's zipper brushing over her nipples has caused the small buds beneath her taut t-shirt to fill with blood and make noticeable lumps atop the already obvious rise of her budding breasts.
Chuckling, Dianne asks me, "Was that a part of Zee Great Gregori's design when creating the ensemble?"
"Mai non, madame," I protest, "for he iz not one to encourahge zuch wanton behaviour." In my normal tones, I continue laughingly, "I never thought of that, I just figured the cool air outside and an open jacket would do the job nicely." To Jenny, I add, "Watch it, Jen. You don't want to get caught doing that."
"Because then I'd be a slut." She grins, fanning the front of her jacket in great sweeping arcs. "Whilst zee effect Zee Great Gregori, he wishes to create is for the -damn- zee innozent zeggspot."
In a sudden transformation, her grin becomes a cute little half-smile, she stills her swinging arms, and her entire posture undergoes a radical, if subtle, alteration. Gone is the naughty little girl trying to get a rise out of us, replaced by a sexy, blossoming young woman who is getting a rise of an altogether different kind out of me.
Tearing my eyes from the magnetic little tits still just visible through the open front of Jenny's jacket, I'm surprised to see that Dianne's more mature nipples are prominently erect beneath the thin silk of her PJs, and a fine sheen of moisture beads her upper lip. Seeming to feel my eyes on her, she turns her head towards me and wryly comments, "I think she just graduated with honours from Zee Great Gregori's course in advanced boy baiting."
Beneath her words, I detect a carefully hidden hint that *boys* might not be the only ones taking the bait.
Jenny's gaze passes from her mother to me as her face splits with the sort of cheeky grin that only a ten-year-old who realizes that she has succeeded big time can generate. "Was I really sexy?" she cries excitedly, leaping up to wrap her arms around my neck and her legs about my hips.
Caught by surprise, I'm too slow to catch her before she slips a little, and her thinly encased crotch presses against the rock-solid swelling beneath my jeans. For a few seconds, she waits, grinning, for an answer that I am suddenly too breathless to supply, while Dianne looks on with barely suppressed mirth.
Suddenly Jenny's eyes comically widen, and her jaw drops as her lips form an 'O' of utter surprise. Dropping abruptly to the floor, she staggers back a step and mutters, "Oh boy, was I ever."
Then, since she's very carefully looking at her mother and *not* at me, she suddenly notices that I wasn't the only one affected. The look on her face when she realized that her pussy had been pressing on my hardon was nothing to the gobstopped expression she was now wearing as she takes in the prominences distorting the sheer fabric of her mother's pajama top.
"Oh!" she squeaks, her eyes riveted to her mother's swollen nipples.
Now equally red-faced, Dianne and I maintain eye contact until we suddenly crack up with slightly hysterical laughter. It only lasts a few seconds before we recover, and Dianne mutters, "Uh-, um-, I better go and get dressed."
"Uh, me too," I mumble. "And then, Jenny, you and I have a kitchen to clean, while your mother gets to do what she wants to for a change."
"We've got to have our breakfast first," Jenny reminds me.
"O.K. But then I think I should go since you've already told me that you're making the pilgrimage to your mother's, mother's later today."
"What are you doing today?" Dianne asks. "Is your mother expecting you?"
"I hope not, she died almost fifteen years ago," I say. "No, I'll go around to my sister's when I finish here and help Christine to do her bit by getting her out of the way for a little while. With a bit of luck, though, I won't have to clean up half a box of Corn Flakes and a small lake of milk when I get there this time."
"Breakfast in bed?" Dianne asks with a smile.
"Literally, and just about everywhere else too," I chuckle reminiscently. "What a mess."
"Well, it's the thought that counts."
"I know, but it still doesn't make it any easier to clean up," I grin. "O.K., sexy kid, let's go."
As Dianne returns to her bedroom to dress for the day, I head downstairs to where I'd left my things the night before. Jenny, of course, dogs my heels, and looks very surprised when I don't object to her following me into the bathroom.
"Oh dear, two disappointments in one day," I chuckle, when her eyes fall on the all-concealing burgundy jocks that I am wearing beneath my footy knicks. "How will she ever survive?"
Giggling, Jenny perches on the edge of the shower bath, while I quickly dress, wash my face, and do my hair. A few minutes later, Dianne brings her tray into the kitchen, as Jenny pours some batter into the reheated pan. Almost automatically, she begins to stack the dishes in the dishwasher, and I have to chase her out of the room, playfully cracking a tea towel at her behind.
Three-quarters of an hour after that, Jenny and I step out into the garden, where Dianne is surveying the carnage we'd created in her autumn flower beds. "Well, it's not as bad as it could have been," she chuckles as we stop beside her, "but did you have to take all the best flowers?"
"But you're the *best* Mummy in the world," Jenny protests.
"And that's the way I think about my mother too, you little horror," Dianne smiles. "Why couldn't you be contented with a handful of daisies like you usually give me?"
"Because I'm older now," Jenny replies.
"Oh well," Dianne sighs, "Mum will just have to make do with second best this year."
"Somehow or other, I don't think she will mind," I say, "considering the reason. In fact, why don't you do something symbolic and give *her* the handful of daisies?"
"Greg, I could kiss you!" she cries. "That's exactly what I'll do. Now, what do I put on the card?"
"How about: 'From your little girl who grew up'?" Jenny suggests.
"You, I can kiss," Dianne says, "Come here."
"How come you can't kiss Greg?" Jenny asks curiously, once she has been released from a fierce and noisy embrace.
"Because Mrs Grundy over there would enjoy it way too much," Dianne chuckles softly.
"That's not Mrs Grundy," Jenny says a bit too loudly, "That's Mrs Leitch."
"Oops. I think she heard," I whisper, noting the sudden frown on the old lady's face as she abandons her unnecessary hedge trimming and stalks off.
"Good," Dianne giggles, "She might tend to her own knitting for a while."
"But why did you call her Mrs Grundy?" Jenny persists.
"Do you remember in that book 'Time Enough For Love', something that said: 'Happiness begins with telling Mrs Grundy to go fly a kite'? Well, 'Mrs Grundy' is just a polite way of saying, 'that meddling old gossip next door'. And what the book meant was, that so long as you aren't doing anything terribly wrong, which shouldn't make you happy in the first place, you shouldn't care about what she says about you to other people."
"I think I'll call her Mrs Grundy from now on," Jenny giggles.
"Don't," I say at the same time Dianne cries, "No, you won't."
"That would be rude and let her talk about what lousy parents you had," I finish.
"But you just said..." Jenny says.
"I know what I said," I reply, "but that just applies to getting on with your life and ignoring her. If you do want to do anything, say, 'Yes, Mrs Leitch.', 'No, Mrs Leitch.', 'Of course, Mrs Leitch.' in all the right places if she talks to you. Be as sickeningly, sweetly polite as you possibly can be. It will make her madder than hell, because she'll know exactly what you are doing and won't be able to say a blessed thing about it without looking like an idiot."
Mimicking a gossipy old hen, I say, "What do you mean, Edna? She was too polite? Well, I always say that the youth of today are not polite enough by half. I think I'd like to meet this darling child. Why don't you introduce me to her when I pop around next week."
"And then," I say in my normal voice, "The two of you would have a great deal of fun being polite to each other at Mrs Leitch's expense, because there is nothing a gossip likes more than being able to score off another gossip. No, Mrs Leitch will seethe like a volcano, and will very quickly remember that she's put the kettle on."
"You are a most terrible person, Greg Parry," Dianne giggles.
"I know," I grin. "Don't you just love me anyway?"
"Well, I don't know if I'd go so far as to say that," she grins, "but you do have your good points."
"Like he gives good back and boob rubs," Jenny giggles naughtily.
"Jenny!" Dianne giggles, "You don't have to actually say it, but you're right, he does give good chest rubs."
"And on that note," I chuckle, "I think I'll go rescue my sister from a too-loving daughter. Thank you for a lovely meal and a very pleasant evening."
"And thank you again for helping Jenny this morning."
"Yeah, thanks for teaching me how to be sexy by not being sexy," Jenny giggles.
"Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Dianne chuckles, "but you did a good job there too.""The most humble Gregori," I say with a deep bow, "he thanks you for your most undeserved praise."
"Go on, get out of here," Dianne giggles. "Go and annoy your sister for a while."
Escorted by a merry ten-year-old and her mother, I make my way to my car and head off for a change of clothes and then to see what sort of mayhem my niece has managed to create. | null | Chapter 8 | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/Clayton/Babysitter - Jenny ch08.txt |
2,223 | Spitman | The New York Jamboree: Best View in the House | "I'm sure you know Steve Brand, Sir. He's managing this attraction now," the Mayor's pretty executive assistant told him.
"I certainly do, Liz," he answered with a smile. "It's nice to see you again, Steve. Congratulations on the way the ride turned out. It's great to watch it in operation at last. Those girls seem to be really enjoying themselves . . . ." He paused.
Steve laughed. "Judging by the screams, I'd have to agree! The packing plant will be working overtime as well, filling all those export orders. You had a great idea, Sir, putting the two together like that."
The Mayor smiled modestly. "I just wish I could stay longer and watch the fun. But some of my young assistants can't wait to get rid of me, so they can try some of those things out for themselves. Isn't that right, Liz?"
Liz blushed. "Yes, Sir." She fidgeted prettily, obviously more than a little excited.
"And what about you, Nancy? Are you one of the lucky ones?" Nancy needed to catch her breath after watching yet another girl being transformed instantly into two very separate sides of meat. Her heart was pounding. That roller-coaster was exactly the thing of her dreams. She imagined herself riding it again and again until . . . but it might even happen the first time round! The thought of that blade slicing right through her body was incredible. She could barely conceal her excitement. If she watched any more of this, she was going to explode. Would she feel the touch of the blade against her clitoris? It happened so fast, and then there was only meat that would feel nothing at all. But they said time stood still at moments like that. Maybe it would all seem to happen in slow motion, and she would feel everything! The Mayor was looking at her, smiling. Did he know what she was thinking?
"Y-yes, Sir. I hope so, Sir."
"Well done, Nancy. I always knew you'd be perfect for an occasion like this."
"Oh, thank you, Sir," Nancy breathed, remembering several occasions when his generously proportioned cock had given her pussy a very good workout indeed, after which he had often enjoyed complimenting her on the quality of her cunt fillet.
"And me, Sir," Gina injected. Gina wanted desperately to be included with her friends. They did everything together, even if what they did was never her idea. She didn't like to think about becoming meat, but then meat didn't think, did it! So there was really nothing to worry about. At least, that's what Liz said. She said the excitement would make you come, and after that you wouldn't feel anything. Especially what happened to your meat. She was probably right. It looked awfully scary though.
"You too, Gina? You are hardly old enough."
"I know, Sir. It's just, the three of us decided, I mean . . . ." The way she looked at him with her doe-like hazel eyes was almost as much as a man could stand. Where did all these marvelous creatures appear from! No sooner had one of them managed to get herself harvested, than there seemed always to be three more clamoring to take her place.
"I know, my dear. It's just how it is. Never mind," He said with a sigh. You couldn't afford to get too attached to the meat, however delectable it seemed at the time. In the end, it was all for roasting. Or grilling. Or whatever.
"If you'll come this way, Sir, I'll show you where we handle the meat from the Wall," Steve told him. "You girls can come along too. I'm sure you'll enjoy the special Viewing Gallery." The walkway went directly from the main roller-coaster viewing platform to just past the right corner of the Wall of Death, then turned to enter the meat processing building, which was like a large warehouse attached to the back of the Wall. They found themselves on a large platform inside the building. It was high above the process floor, just in front of them was a fenced-off area rather like a cattle enclosure, full of chattering, giggling naked girls. Each of the girls wore a numbered meat processing tag through the ring in her cunt lip. As the Mayor and his entourage entered, six of the human cattle were herded out of the enclosure and up a steel staircase to the left, towards a partitioned-off walkway that ran along the inside of the Wall. Liz felt extremely self-conscious, with her own meat processing tag hidden beneath her elegant business outfit. She wished she was naked like the other human cattle in the enclosure. It was hard to resist the temptation to strip and join them.
Without her clothes, nobody could distinguish her from the common cattle. She was proud of her body. Every day she looked at herself in the mirror and imagined how she would look on a barbecue spit, her skin browning beautifully as she roasted over the flames, her erect nipples crisping in the searing heat, while the heat of the spit cooked her cunt fillet to perfection. She felt an irresistible urge to reach that inevitable moment when she would simply be delicious, wonderful, well-cooked meat. Unconsciously her hands brushed her breasts, feeling the sensuous white silk of her blouse caress the firmness of her nipples.
Steve was pointing to the right, where another steel staircase ran down from the platform, under the steeply sloping, transparent-walled meat conveyor, to the floor of the process area, where butchers sawed and chopped noisily at the large sides of still-warm meat, reducing them to familiar-looking, hygienically packaged cuts. "That's where we keep the extra stock for the viewing gallery," Steve told them, indicating the enclosure. "We will see the gallery in a moment." He pointed up to the left. "As you see, the meat conveyors are boxed in for hygiene reasons, and there's a constant stream of water under each conveyor to flush the blood away. It's very clean and efficient."
"Yes, I remember the discussion about that, Steve." The Mayor paused for a moment. "And I suppose the meat from the viewing gallery gets fed in to the same conveyors, at the top?" "That's right, Sir. We'll go up now, and I'll show you it working." They watched for a moment as another side of meat was carried slowly down by the conveyor towards the process floor, with its arm dangling loosely, and a very pretty looking breast. Definitely a C cup, Liz decided, as she reflected that moments ago this had actually been a girl. Curious, the girls followed Steve and the Mayor up the steel staircase to the viewing gallery. From below it had looked quite narrow, but actually it was at least twelve feet across. An attendant was helping the last of the batch of girls into position. They all lay face down with their heads through circular ports in the wall, holding grab bars under each of the windows, their bare bottoms forming a delightfully tempting row. The attendant pressed a button and a clamp locked the last girl's ankles to a kind of carriage, fixed to a vertical post.
Liz saw that the ankle carriage was mounted on a kind of vertical rail, which curved to join an overhead conveyor that ran the length of the gallery. She got the idea. Those girls were going to be meat, and the conveyor was to take the meat down to the processing area. But she couldn't quite work out how it was going to happen. The six helpless girls fidgeted excitedly, holding the vertical grab bars below their viewing ports. Everybody could hear the extraordinary 'ssssnick' of the blade each time a girl was carried up the wall and sliced, and seconds later the bang as the bloody sides of meat entered the building on the conveyor. Liz shuddered with excitement every time she heard the terrible sounds of another girl becoming meat. "Now if you look carefully, you will notice that each girl has been prepared in an identical manner. They all have a perfect view as each girl is carried up to the blade and sliced. It's what we like to call the Best View in the House!"
Just then they heard another terrible 'sniiiick' and loud screams on the other side of the wall. Suddenly one of the motorized runners started moving upward, carrying the headless body of the third girl along. Liz watched, fascinated as her still twitching meat was carried away by its ankles towards the side of the building, and then into the boxed-in conveyor leading down to the process area. "H-h-how did you do that?" Liz asked, trembling.
"There's a random setting," Steve told her cheerfully. "It makes it more exciting for the girls. Every few times a girl gets sliced on the wall, a guillotine blade comes down in one of the viewing ports. It gives us more meat to work with in the process area, and of course we get an intact cunt fillet every time."
"Oh, I see," she answered, squirming nervously as she imagined what it must be like to be clamped into one of those ports and look down the wall, knowing that every time a girl was sliced by that awful blade, she was barely a second away from the fall of a guillotine blade. A frisson of pleasure ran through her as another girl's headless body moved smoothly away, dripping blood from its neatly severed neck. "So what are the chances for the girls up here," she insisted curiously.
"Oh, one girl per batch for every two or three we harvest on the Wall of Death," he answered."That's about one for every eighteen girls who take the roller-coaster ride."
"But you aren't letting the others go!" Liz protested. "That's true, but those are all from reserve stock. They are all due for processing, and we need the meat to fill our order books. We just leave them in place and bring up more stock to fill the empty positions. It's different when we get volunteers from the Jamboree. Then we release the rest of the batch each time." The girls watched, fascinated, as another headless nude was hauled up and away. Liz looked at Nancy, who could hardly conceal her own excitement. Her cunt was obviously dripping with it. "Er, Steve, there are three places free, and there are three of us. Can we try it?" Liz asked.
Gina wished Liz hadn't suggested that. She was always the one who got them into trouble. But her own pussy was so wet that she hardly felt like protesting. That was why they were here, after all. "I don't see why not. I will stop the run while you get ready." He pulled a lever. "Just leave your clothes on the floor, and the attendants will tidy them up later." Nancy was the first to be ready, and Steve beckoned her forward. The Mayor smiled at the trio of nude girls. Each had lovely firm breasts. Any one of them would look perfect on a spit, he thought. With their meat processing tags dangling from their cunt rings and their smooth shaved lips glistening with cunt juice, they looked exactly like the rest of the stock cattle. But when you had fucked a girl as often as he had fucked these three, you could imagine how she probably felt.
He grew hard at the thought of their delightful cunts. Gina was the most timid, but she had the silkiest cunt he could remember, and as for her inner muscles! Her cunt fillet was going to be something very special indeed. "Just lie down there, and I'll get you fixed up in a moment. Hold the grab bars under your window," Steve told her. Nancy shivered as he pressed the button that closed the clamps around her ankles. She gripped the grab bars tightly. Liz was next, and then Gina. Padded clamps closed over their pretty necks. Liz could barely move, but it was true. She had a perfect view down the wall. The Mayor viewed the row of six pretty, nude and quivering bottoms, wishing he had a cane. Nancy gasped as girls hurtled down the roller coaster towards the wall. It was amazing to watch from above as they disappeared into the tunnel. She wondered when she was going to see one get sliced. Suddenly she yelled with excitement as one of the girls was carried up the wall at incredibly speed, she saw right between her parted legs where the pink flesh of her open cunt was presented to the blade.
As it went straight through the girl without pausing, Nancy's hair stood on end. It was incredible to watch from just a few feet away! She had never felt so scared in her life as the blade below snicked through the girl's neck, and it fell into the chute opening below, while the two sides of meat that were all that was left of her swung from side to side as they disappeared through the wall on the conveyor. Liz screamed as the girl was sliced into two parts; or rather three, counting her previously pretty head. Gina was screaming as wildly as if she was heading for the blade herself, submerged in thundering waves of pleasure. It was utterly fantastic. She had never experienced anything like this! Steve smiled at the Mayor. "Are you ready, Sir?"
"Go ahead, Steve. I've been looking forward to this."
"If it's all right with you, Sir, I'll leave your girls there until we have harvested one of them." "Of course, Steve. I wouldn't deprive them of the pleasure."
"Oh my God!" Liz gasped. This was not one in six, it was suddenly one in three! Even if one of the common cattle was guillotined first, they would have to stay until one of them was guillotined.
"No, please, not like this!" Gina exclaimed, struggling fiercely as she realized that one of them was going to be meat in a few moments' time. It wasn't fair. But she felt another climax coming at any moment.
"Right girls, we are starting now." Steve returned the lever to the 'go' position. Nancy shivered with excitement. Liz struggled tentatively, gripping the bars as tightly as she could. The girls on the roller coaster seemed unaware of what was happening on the wall as first one, then another screaming girl met the blade and separated into two dripping halves. A scoop appeared from the wall beneath her, but she was relieved to see that there were also scoops under all six of the girls. Another girl hurtled up the wall, her body met the blade and parted. Gina exploded in the wildest orgasm yet when she saw the scoop appear below her head while the separated halves of the luckless girl were carried up and away. There was an odd, unfamiliar sound above her. She was suddenly looking up at blood gushing from someone's neck. She was falling! Oh no! That was her own body gushing blood up there, even if she was still in the middle of a climax, then everything faded. She heard a 'thunk' as her head landed on the pile down below.
Liz screamed as she climaxed instantly and suddenly she saw something fall out of the corner of her eye - oh no! it was Gina's head. Her neck was gushing like a fountain! The padded collar released Liz and the clamps opened. Shaking and barely able to stand, she got to her feet while Gina's headless body, suspended by her ankles and still twitching, moved steadily on the overhead conveyor towards the nearest meat conveyor. "Well girls, what do you think?" The Mayor asked cheerily. "Was that exciting enough?"
Uncomprehending for a moment, Liz stared at him. "Uh, exciting, Sir?" Her eyes lit up. "It was fantastic. I'm still coming down from the climax I had."
"Excellent, girls," the Mayor beamed. "That's just what I wanted to hear." Just then the attendant escorted three more girls into the gallery and began to fasten them in position. The Mayor watched for a moment, then turned to Steve. "What's next, Steve?"
"I thought you'd like to see the processing area, and maybe you'd like a sample or two for your freezer?"
"That will be great." The two remaining members of the Mayor's entourage followed him and Steve towards the butchering area, where expert workers were busy slicing the sides of meat into familiar looking cuts, except Gina's of course. They gathered round and watched, while a butcher cut neatly around Gina's cunt fillet and removed it. He presented it on greaseproof paper to the Mayor. "Would you care for a souvenir, Sir? I believe you knew the young lady."
"That's very good of you, young man. I would appreciate that very much." The butcher wrapped the meat again in a transparent pack, and made a show of marking it with the batch number from Gina's cunt lip ring. Then he added a small leaflet and packed them into a cardboard box with a convenient carrying handle. "Right you are, Sir. I've enclosed some recipe suggestions. Very spicy, if you like that kind of thing."
The Mayor noticed his name tag. "I appreciate that, Graham. That was very neat work."
"Thank you, Sir." Steve escorted them out the back of the process area to where the Mayor's car was waiting. Liz couldn't take her mind off how quickly it had all happened. Minutes ago they were talking to Gina, and now the Mayor was walking out with her cunt fillet. Liz's heart pounded at the thought of how easily it might have been hers. She felt a fierce tingling between her legs. Her own cunt fillet was not in a box. Not yet. | null | null | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/GourmetRestaurant/The_New_York_Jamboree_2.txt |
2,261 | null | Showing my Younger Daughter How | "Come here, Suzy," I said, "I promised your little sister I'd show her how I squirt the white stuff that makes babies in your vagina."
"But Daddy!" the little 12-year-old squealed, "My period's next week. What if I..."
"Get pregnant? Have a baby?" I finished for her.
Chrissie nodded.
"That's the idea," I said. "I promised your sister I would show her how babies were made, and can you think of a better way to show her than by doing it?" I motioned to Suzy to spread her legs a little bit more so that I could get between them.
Suzy looked at me, kind of surprised. I mean, after all the lessons about precautions and how to avoid getting pregnant, to have her own father actually impregnate her was a big step for such a little girl.
Diane was watching with eyes as big as saucers. "Are you really going to do it?" she asked. "Are you really going to make a baby in Suzy?"
"Uh-huh," I said, as I felt the familiar tightness of my daughter's cunny surround the head of my cum-leaking penis. I pushed in a little more, bringing a gasp from Suzy and an echoing gasp from her little sister as she watched my engorged penis vanish into her big sister's body.
"You too," I continued, as I inched more and more of my cock into her sister, "if you want me to, that is."
Feeling my big cock inside her tight little slit is always enough to get Suzy to cum. This time was no different. I had barely bottomed out in the little girl when I saw ripples run down her flat little tummy, and her vagina started squeezing on my fat cock like a milking machine. It was too much for me, too.
"Look," I groaned, "Daddy's going to do it. Your father is going to squirt the thick, sticky white stuff up in his little girl's belly and get her pregnant. Oh, Suzy! Daddy loves you very much. Take your father's sperm in that cute little tummy of yours, and let me make a baby in my little girl. Oh, Suzy. Oh. Oh! Oooohoooohhhhh!"
"Do it, Daddy," encouraged the object of my incestuous lust. "Fuck me and knock me up. Please, Daddy. Please?"
The thought that my little girl actually WANTED me to get her pregnant was too much. I began spouting gout after thick, sticky gout of incestuous sperm in my own daughter's tightly squeezing vagina as I did my best to reproduce in my own daughter. Suzy worked just as hard, trying to accomplish the same end.
All good things have to end sometime, and good sex seems to last for shorter periods than most good times. Still, I wouldn't trade the pleasure I got from knocking up my own daughter for all the money in the world. I finally pulled my wilting, cum-dribbling penis from the body of my eldest daughter.
"See," I said to Diane, "that sticky white stuff dribbling out of your sister is the stuff that makes babies in little girls if they're not careful. In a few minutes, if you're good, I'll make a baby in you, too."
"Really, Daddy?" asked the little 10-year-old. "Promise?"
Knowing the little girl had been having periods for over 3 months already, I felt safe in answering, "Promise." | null | null | Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/showdtr.txt |
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